I’m Still Here
It had been quite some time since I had attempted a communication session within our home. For a while, all of the activity was sparked by Norman without any prompting from us. So, for the sake of documentation, I decided to take yet another opportunity to reach out to the malevolent spirit.
I wanted to let Norman know that I was still there and that nothing was going to prevent that.
Christina and Hannah were out and about, so this gave me the house to myself. I placed all of our dogs outside in the yard so the house would be whisper quiet. I took my laptop and placed it on the dining room table with the onboard camera recording. That camera covered the dining room, the living room where a small stand with an old lamp by the fireplace was, and the door to Norman’s old room.
After spending some time digging around, I found a large, gold Christian cross on a necklace. Considering the religion-laced incidents with Norman in the past, I figured he might not be too keen on seeing a cross again. I was hoping this would spark a better success rate than the already-great sessions we had seen so far.
It was early afternoon, so I kept all of the lights off. But I did light a few candles and place them on a coffee table in the living room. I had with me an old electromagnetic field tester, or more commonly referred to as an EMF detector. This would help me monitor any fluctuations in electromagnetic fields. High electromagnetic fields are believed to be very common in the presence of a spirit.
Armed with a cross, camera, and EMF detector, I sat down at the dining room table to attempt communication with the entity. The time was one in the afternoon.
I placed the cross at the edge of the table alongside the EMF detector. Of course, Norman was present, sitting firmly on the table I was at.
With the laptop camera rolling, I started to speak. The first thing I asked was if there was anybody there with me. Instantly, I heard a faint scratching sound come from the master bedroom. I leaned over in my chair to where I could see into the bedroom. I asked that if the spirit was the one making the scratching sound, could they do it again. Right on cue, the scratching sound occurred one more time. This time, however, the sound was much louder and reminded me of somebody taking their fingernails and dragging them down a wall.
I was honestly feeling a bit creeped out at that moment. For some reason, I was not feeling anything positive. Norman was beside me on the table, yet the undetermined sounds were coming from across the house. The air around me became heavy, and it was difficult to breathe. The air wasn’t hot, but it had the same effect on my breathing.
When it’s hot it is harder to breathe, and the air feels thick. There wasn’t a temperature change at the moment, but the air had become very heavy. Knowing at this point that I was speaking to a spirit, I asked for it, or him, to come closer to the dining room table. I pointed out the EMF meter and explained that the closer he or she came, the higher the number would go and the faster the lights would flash.
This would tell me the spirit was right beside me. I asked to be approached, and the EMF lit up like a police car. The lights were flashing extremely rapidly, and the needle on the meter was buried past the highest level allotted for that device.
I then picked up the gold cross and dangled it in front of the table. The EMF meter immediately dropped back down to zero like nothing was there. I placed the cross back on the table and the meter maxed out again. I went back and forth with this routine. I would move the cross off the table, and then I would put it back. Each and every time, the meter would stop and start just like it did the first time.
It was evident at this point the entity was not very fond of that cross. This further validated all of the occurrences I documented in the past with Norman when religion was brought into the mix. It was also terrifying to realize that the spirit had that much energy right from the start. The reads I was documenting are not very common.
That was very intimidating.
With that in mind, I asked the entity if they were angry about something. Immediately, the master bedroom door shut and latched. The atmosphere around me became very still. I stood up and walked over to the bedroom door and reopened it. I then sat back down at the table. I apparently had struck a nerve with my line of questioning. Norman was angry about something, and he had just confirmed that.
Proceeding with that line of communication, I asked if the entity wished for me to leave, and without hesitation, a metallic scraping sound shot out of the master bedroom. This sounded like somebody dragging a metal bucket very slowly and lightly. I leaned over in my chair again to view the master bedroom. What happened next about gave me a heart attack, and the video would later show that.
I started to stand up. My intentions were to walk back over to my bedroom door. I took one step in that direction when the loudest, most disturbing animalistic hiss caught me by such surprise, that I literally stumbled backward into the wall and smacked my hand against my chest.
My heart was pounding so hard that I thought I was going to have medical issues. I stood there clenching my chest and composing myself.
I said out loud, in a nervous fashion, that it was fine, and I would sit back down. I did.
At that moment, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I knew that whatever was in my house was more than just your average spirit. This entity was very dark, angry, strong, and not afraid to intimidate. Believe me when I say it was daunting.
I sat at the table in silence for a few minutes before starting my line of questioning again.
One more time, I prompted the spirit to approach the table, and just like before, the EMF detector gave me a light show. Knowing that I had to take this further for my own peace of mind, I decided to test the spirit’s tolerance. The entity obviously did not like the fact we were sharing the home, so I used that to fuel the uncanny events that happened next.
I stopped asking questions and decided to make a simple statement. In a confident and stern fashion, I told the spirit that this was my house and we play by my rules. I was barely finished with that sentence when the old lamp on the little stand directly to my right powered on, shook, and flickered sporadically like a malfunctioning strobe light at a disco.
Of course, I jerked quickly to look in that direction, nearly separating my head from my neck. I sat there dumbfounded. Apparently, the entity did not appreciate my choice of words.
I leaned back in my chair and started to breathe in and out very slowly. This was certainly a lot to take in. The activity in my home was very abundant and more than I had seen at a location in many years. The haunting part about all of it was the fact that this activity was always there, hiding behind a veil, just waiting to come out.
Norman could be doing this at any time, yet he waits until I prepare for it and prompt him to show himself. It reminded me all too well of darker times and past investigations that led to malevolent behavior and colleagues getting hurt.
Thoughts in my mind danced around each other as I considered all of his dangerous behavior before.
While I was sitting still in the chair, the air surrounding me became bitterly cold. The temperature drop was undoubtedly noticeable, and it sent shivers down my spine. I would later discover that the cold temperature was accompanied by something else.
It is one thing to witness spiritual activity firsthand and in real time. It is another for something to be happening and you have no clue it’s even going on. When you later learn that something was right there, so close, and you were oblivious to it, well my friends, that is the scariest feeling of them all. It is downright unsettling.
I would later discover from the laptop’s camera footage that supernatural activity was literally occurring directly behind me. After the excitement of the lamp situation, I decided to take a break, for the better of all parties involved, and review everything that had been documented.
I started the video over and began watching my entire communication session. Where I was sitting, in the recording, you can see the door to Norman’s old room, as I stated before. I was staring off into the living room when that bedroom door cracked open ever so slightly. It continued to open at such a remarkably slow and patient pace that watching the video literally gave me cold chills.
Up until then, all that ever happened with a door was it closing on it’s own, and that was the one to the master bedroom. This was much different. This was another door, coincidentally Norman’s door, and this time it was opening. This was incredible to realize. To turn a doorknob and push or pull open a door takes force. I was left speechless realizing the strength he had and the amount of energy this spirit must be able to influence.
This happened right behind me while experiencing the extreme temperature drop.
As I watched the footage over and over, I kept feeling as if something was in the darkness of that room peering out and just staring right through me. I certainly can’t validate that, but that was the feeling I had.
I watched the video a few more times before shutting down the laptop to collect myself. I was feeling very exhausted, dizzy, empty, and a little disoriented. My communication session lasted about an hour and a half. That was a lot of great footage and experiences to have gained and document in such a short amount of time.
Yet none of it provided any solid answers to our ongoing questions about Norman.
Christina returned home, and I briefed her on everything that had happened while she was gone. She watched the video, and I could literally see the cold chills take over her body when she saw that door slowly open without human intervention. We both agreed to take a break from Norman and our personal paranormal case for a while. That is, if he would let us.
I knew of a perfect place to take him. Since the spring, Christina and I had been building a cabin for ourselves with the intent of eventually moving into it permanently upon completion. So I packed Norman away in his suitcase and took him there.
Inside, I kept him locked in his suitcase and stored up in one of the lofts. There wasn’t any power to the building yet, so he was being stored in a dead spot. There wouldn’t be a lot for him to pull energy from unless a massive storm were to come through.
I wasn’t too concerned at that point that he would be able to accomplish anything of relevance. I especially wasn’t worried that he would be affecting us back home. It was one thing to have him sitting in front of you and cause something to happen from across the house—he was at least in the same general vicinity. But at the cabin, he would be locked away, miles away from anyone—most importantly, us. He was out of sight and out of mind for the next few weeks while we attempted to get back to a somewhat normal life.
Upon returning back home, the place felt lighter. It seemed less dark, figuratively speaking. I think a huge weight had been lifted from our shoulders. We believed it was a wise decision to isolate him further from us. This would give us the time we needed to hopefully come up with a remedy that solved all.
We took the problem out of the equation, but things still weren’t adding up. Norman was a patient entity. He would wait for the opportune time to strike again. But this time, for me, he would go too far.