The Numbers Don’t Lie
Before I made a final decision on what to do with Norman, I wanted some closing test results just to finalize the file on his case. It had been a while since I simply took some notes on his bizarre ability to affect surrounding temperatures and electromagnetic energies.
When I ran tests in the past, Norman demonstrated temperature drops and extremely high reads on the electromagnetic field tester. For a doll that wasn’t mechanical in any way, that was quite astonishing. I figured for curiosity’s sake and documentation purposes I would conduct follow-up tests on the haunted doll just to bring everything full circle.
In early September, I decided to spend a day experimenting with Norman in various situations and atmospheres. I figured the best place to start was at our cabin. There wasn’t any power or temperature control, so anything beyond the norm during testing would certainly stand out. That was also the last place where we had known, severe activity with him. The foot tickling and my shirt being tugged paled in comparison to what happened at the cabin. There, he struck, and he struck hard.
For a place with no power, he most definitely displayed a seemingly endless energy source. I brought his old rocking chair with me in hopes of sparking something familiar within him. This was the same rocking chair he sat content in for a long time in his own room.
When I arrived at the cabin, I wasted no time getting started. I was there to do one job and one job only. I wanted to document his current status. The last interaction we had with him that we knew of was Christina’s fall down the stairs.
I placed the rocking chair inside and took Norman from his case. I sat Norman in the chair. I was running both night vision and standard vision cameras.
The heat index outside was one hundred and five degrees. It should have been unbearable in the building, but upon entering, I had immediately noticed the difference in the temperature inside versus the outside. There was at least a twenty-five-degree variance, with the interior being much cooler. Considering it was the middle of the day, this was unheard of. It should have felt like an oven on the inside with a temperature of at least one hundred degrees. However, on average, the interior of the cabin was reading around seventy-four degrees throughout.
I squatted down and aimed my temperature gun at the rocking chair Norman was sitting in to document a baseline temperature. The temperature was rocking back and forth between seventy-four and seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit. Although that was odd, and it should have been much hotter inside, it still wasn’t anything to chalk up to paranormal activity.
Before I could even write down the temperature I had just physically documented, the door to the cabin whipped open with great force. It was like a storm had just dropped right outside the door, yet it was clear as day. I obviously jumped from my squatting position. The door crashing open was enough to get my blood pumping. It appeared that Norman was wasting no time showing me he was still in control. There wasn’t any breathing room here. He went right for it. No buildup. No nothing.
I ran over to the door just to make sure nobody was outside. Not that there would be anyway. The cabin was far off the beaten path. I shut the door and returned to the rocking chair to continue documenting Norman.
This time when I aimed the temperature gun at him, the temperature surrounding him had dropped over ten degrees. This was definitely something to take note of. Barely sixty seconds had passed since I first logged the temperature and the door flew open. Ten degrees in less than a minute was just uncanny. Temperature just doesn’t drop that fast. There isn’t a situation out there in which the temperature would drop at that speed. This was the beginning of September in North Carolina. It doesn’t drop to sixty-three degrees in a building without temperature control.
As I was writing all of this down, my attention was taken by the sound of faint creaking. Back and forth and back and forth. It only took me a second to realize that the creaking sound was the rocking chair moving slightly back and forth. The movement was so subtle that if you were just walking by it, it would go unnoticed.
But my focus was now entirely on it, so I noticed.
At first, I wanted to believe that the door flying open caused the chair to start moving ever so slightly, but a few minutes had passed since then, and the chair had just started doing it.
Without hesitation, I grabbed an electromagnetic field tester to see if there was any unexplainable energy around Norman. At first, there wasn’t a field of any kind. This is how he should always be. Norman is nothing but plastic and cloth. He does not take batteries, nor does he have any electrical components. For all intents and purposes, like any other inanimate toy, Norman should always register as a zero on the electromagnetic field tester.
Normal EMF reading
But it wasn’t long before my zero turned into numbers of concern. In the center of his chest, he immediately caused a forty-three-point spike on the meter. A surge of great proportions must have taken place for the numbers on the gauge to leap like that.
If that wasn’t enough, within just a second, the field tester jumped to an eighty-seven. The center of his chest seemed to be the hot spot and source of energy for the reads.
As if eighty-seven wasn’t a high enough number to brag about, the meter beeped and jumped to a staggering 141. I had never in my life seen an inanimate, nonelectrical object display such high reads. The only explanation fell within the realm of the paranormal, and it fell there very comfortably, without argument.
Norman was displaying his own energy source, which could only be explained as spiritual energy.
These numbers were being registered on the Gauss scale of the meter. An electromagnetic field tester commonly has two modes for measurement, Gauss and Tesla. Tesla measures magnetic flux density while Gauss registers magnetic field strength. Both are scientifically accepted units for measuring magnetic fields; however, the more appropriate mode for paranormal research would be Gauss. The strength of the field is what helps us determine the power of the spirit.
Very abnormal, very high EMF reading
These were numbers we would expect to see something like a refrigerator or microwave give off. Instead, these reads were being emitted from a plastic doll with no source of power. I had no choice but to believe that he was the source of power.
I sat on the floor next to him, just pondering the amazing documentation once again. Here I was, proving that the doll had measurable energy on his own. I cannot stress how important that is in the field of paranormal research. Over the years, Norman had displayed intelligence and power, and adding these results solidified just how haunted he really was.
Within thirty minutes of arriving at the cabin I had witnessed the door slam open, a crazy temperature drop around Norman, and extremely high electromagnetic fields surrounding the doll.
The truly scary thought was the fact that he was capable of all of this without any man-made, outside power source. I could only wonder what level he could achieve if given an ample supply of energy. This was a question that all-too-often rattled my brain. We witnessed it before within our home, and we witnessed it during Hurricane Matthew when the storm brought such high levels of ionic energy.
My testing once again proved that Norman had his own atmosphere. He effected any area he resided in. What more did a person need to prove they had a haunted doll? I was beyond validating it at this point. Hell, I think I was beyond that point well before this. It was like continuing to do tests to prove the sky was blue. We know it’s blue. It isn’t necessary to point out why anymore. Between all of the video and research we had, there was no denying our lives had been rattled by an evil and haunted doll.
This was the point where the angel appeared on one shoulder and the devil on the other. I can’t believe I was thinking such things, but even after all that had happened, I was considering keeping him. Having something like Norman was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was especially a grand opportunity for the field of paranormal research. Some people work their whole lives in hopes of discovering something as powerful as the entity inside of Norman. They work hard hoping to prove that there is an existence beyond human life. With Norman, we had that.
Here I was, fighting myself and going against everything I believed by actually contemplating keeping him. But I talked myself out of it. I knew through all of my research I had everything I needed to prove his reality. I knew that in the end, this was a very drawn out personal experience for my family. The data and the stories were already there and set in stone. What more did I possibly need to happen?
It was a dark realization that day to see the data once again point to favoring Norman’s ability. It was like I needed some sort of reassurance that Norman was in fact haunted. I couldn’t believe I was even considering keeping him, but that was solely thanks to the lifelong paranormal researcher in me. Sometimes you just have to end the case yourself. I can’t stress enough how hard of a decision that was to make.
On one hand, you might think that we should have just run from it years ago. On the other hand, you might agree that this was an amazing opportunity to further the field of paranormal research. Three years’ worth of home field research on the haunted doll was going to have to be enough. It was time to move on.
Every time we attempted to rid ourselves of him in the past, he simply came right back. More extensive measures were going to have to be taken at this point.
Timing was everything, however, and we had an approaching storm to consider before any more real thought could be placed on the Norman situation. Norman was going to have one more golden opportunity to cause waves in our realm before I would be forced to take permanent action. I returned home to continue preparing with Christina for the upcoming hurricane.