SPIRIT INTERVIEWS
This appendix contains close-to-verbatim conversations I have had with the spirits at Captain Grant’s and the Avery home.
Interview with Deborah Adams
“Hello. It is Carol again. Could I speak with Deborah?” After a lot of rod swinging, they finally settled down. “Deborah, is it you?”
“Yes.” The rods opened wide and one rod touched my face. That is a hugging gesture. Deborah often touches both of my cheeks in a gesture of happiness.
“I want to write about you. I would like to know if it would be okay with you if I put you in a book.”
“Yes.”
“Deborah, you were five years old when you died of an illness. Are you still five years old?”
“No.”
“Does your spirit age?”
“Yes.”
“Deborah, have you lived another life before you were Deborah?”
“Yes.”
“Was it in the 1600s?”
“No.”
“Was it in the 1500s?”
“Yes.”
“Were you a woman then?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have children?”
“Yes.”
“Did you do something bad that you had to atone for?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you are here now as Deborah Adams?”
“Yes.”
“Deborah, do you think your soul will be reborn into another living human being? Do you think that you will come back?”
“No.”
“Do you know other souls that you have lived with when you were alive?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever met anyone in the spirit world that you knew when you were alive?”
“No.”
I was very surprised at this. I have heard so many stories of people seeing their loved ones in near-death experiences. I decided to probe a little deeper.
“Do you remember your mother?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember your father?”
“Yes.”
“Did your mother live to be old?”
“No.”
I found out from several questions that Deborah was the third child but not the last. So if her mother had had other children after Deborah, her mother must have died shortly after that or perhaps in childbirth later on.
“After your parents died, did you see them in the spirit world?”
“No.”
“Are they also buried in the cemetery behind the house?”
“Yes.”
“Are their spirits in this house?”
“No.”
“Deborah, did your parents go toward a bright light?”
“Yes.”
At this point in the interview, I changed course a bit. I planned to come back to the white light toward the end of our conversation.
“When I asked you this morning if you could come next door with me to my office, you said no. Then I asked you if you could ever leave this house and you said no. Is this true?”
“Yes.”
“Deborah, is your spirit trapped in this house?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever wanted to leave or be reborn?”
“No.”
“Do you like being a spirit?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like living people being around you?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes our guests hear a little girl giggling. Is that you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you playing with another child spirit that is also in this house?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know the other child’s name. Is it a boy?”
I have had guests tell me that a little boy spirit is also in the house, so that was my first thought when asking this question.
“Yes.”
“Was he alive when you were alive?”
“No.”
“Would you please point the rods toward where he is buried?”
Slowly the rods turned until both of them were pointing at the cemetery across the street. This cemetery was established in1903. The male child had to have lived sometime in the late nineteenth or the early twentieth century. I then told Deborah that I would like to talk to him at a later time. At this, the rods just went back and forth.
“Deborah, do you continue to learn from our world as your spirit goes on?”
“Yes.”
“So that is how you can answer questions that most five-year-olds can’t. Do you want to be in this house forever?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see a bright light? It is the one your parents went to. I had an experience once where I was in the clouds and was very happy. Have you ever seen a light or had an experience like mine?”
“No.”
“Do you see the light?” I said with emphasis.
“Yes.”
I talked to Deborah for a while after that. I told her that she should not be afraid of the light. I asked one favor of her and that was if she planned to go to the light to tell Daniel to tell me that she had gone. She agreed.
Interview with Daniel
I sat in the kitchen and asked the spirits if Daniel could speak to me. The rods answered with a wide-apart yes.
“Daniel, are you related to Samuel?”
“Yes.”
“Are you his son?”
“Yes.”
“Was your father a farmer?”
The rods crossed. “No.”
This surprised me since Preston was and currently is a farming community and Samuel’s family had so much land.
“Was your father a blacksmith?” I had been told a few years prior that the home next door to Captain Grant’s was a blacksmith shop at one time. Supposedly the front of the building, which had been a blacksmith shop, had actually been built in the 1600s but had experienced a fire at some point in time and then was rebuilt into a home in 1790. Then in 1817 an addition was added onto the back of the small home.
“Yes.”
I asked him for a house number but got a number that I doubt was ever a blacksmith shop. Possibly they didn’t have numbered houses in the 1700s or they were different than the numbers we use today.
“I am going to ask you how old you were when you died.” I began by asking if he was over 30.
“No.”
Then I went to over 25.
“No.”
“Over 20?”
“Yes.”
“Were you 21 when you died?”
“Yes.”
“Was it an accident?”
“Yes.”
“At your father’s shop?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever marry?”
“No.
“Did you ever father children?”
“Yes.
“More than one?”
It turned out to be two children.
“Was the mother’s family name Avery?”
Avery is another famous village name. One of the roads close by to Captain Grant’s is named Avery Hill.
“Yes.”
“Did your parents approve of her?”
“No.”
“Did your parents ever accept the children as their grandchildren?”
“No.”
“Did they know that you had children?”
“No.”
“Do you know who your descendants are?”
“Yes.”
“Do you watch them?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to come back, be reborn?”
“No.”
“Do you see a light?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t go to this light?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go?”
“No.”
“Do you want to stay in this house forever?”
The rods wavered back and forth and then he said yes. It appeared that he was not sure of what he wanted to do.
I told him, “This house won’t stand forever. Eventually it will come down.”
Then I changed the subject a bit.
“Daniel, do you communicate with the other spirits in the house?”
“Yes.”
“What are spirits? Are you energy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you the souls of people who have died?”
“Yes.”
“Has your soul lived in another human being before it was in Daniel?”
“Yes.”
“More than one other life?”
“Yes.”
“More than two?”
“No.”
So it was determined that Daniel was in his third life when he lived at Captain Grant’s. If he died at 21, he might not have lived long enough to resolve whatever issues needed to be resolved from his past life.
“Daniel, are you going to be reborn again?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a choice in the matter?”
“No.”
“Can you pick who you will be reborn into?”
“No.”
“Does God do all of the choosing?”
“Yes.”
At this point it became clear why Daniel can’t go to the light. He has to be reincarnated.
“Do you have something to atone for while you were alive?”
“Yes.”
“When you go into this newborn child, is it at the conception of that child?”
“No.”
“Is it at the instant of birth?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know when it will happen?” Meaning, when will he be reborn?
“No.”
“In helping my guests determine whether they have ever lived before, it seems that reincarnation happens most often about every two to three hundred years. Is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“So this could happen to you at any time.”
“Yes.”
“With no warning?”
“Yes.”
Again I changed the subject to find out more information.
“Daniel, do you know if souls that have gone to the light ever come back?”
“No.”
“When I talk to you, do I give you the energy to move the rods?”
“Yes.”
“Most people can’t communicate with spirits. Is it because they don’t give off enough energy?”
“Yes.”
“Can they learn to give energy to the spirits?”
“No.”
“Can you get energy from electronics?”
“Yes.”
“I have heard that people who have had an electric shock can sometimes become able to communicate with spirits. Is this true?”
“Yes.”
“Daniel, I need to make my husband some supper. The time is getting late. I will talk to you at another time.”
The rods swung back and forth. Then both rods came up to my cheeks and gave me a hug. It was hard to let him go.
It was now Sunday morning. All night I had tossed and turned. Daniel’s story was missing something. In the 1700s a young woman with two illegitimate children would be scorned by the entire community. Why couldn’t he marry her? Because his parents didn’t approve. No. They didn’t know her. That didn’t make sense. When a man got a woman pregnant they were forced to wed immediately. Shotgun weddings they called it, and they continued into the 1900s. I had to go back and talk to him again.
That afternoon I again picked up the rods and contacted Daniel.
“Daniel, I would like to ask you more questions about your children and their mother. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“Daniel, you couldn’t marry this woman. Was she a close relative?”
“No.”
“Was she married to another man?”
“Yes.”
“Did her husband ever find out?”
With this question the rods slowly swung back and forth.
“You don’t know?”
Daniel finally affirmed that her husband did not know.
“Would she lay with him?”
“No.”
“Was he abusive? Did he hurt her?”
“Yes.”
With this answer I thought that Daniel was a bit naive. If her husband didn’t lie with her, then he would have known that the two children his wife had were not his. Someone was not telling the truth. My guess was that this women laid with her husband and was too frightened or ashamed to tell Daniel.
Since that interview, I have thought about trying to trace Daniel’s lineage and see if there are any ties to the Averys. Perhaps I could find an Avery family that had two children and lived at the same time as Daniel did. Maybe the woman would be around Daniel’s age. It seems that the more I delve into the spirits’ lives, the more questions I have.
First Interview with Mercy Adelaide Grant
“Mercy, I am writing a book and I want to have a chapter dedicated to you. Is this okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“I have a quick question for you and then I have to tend to the B&B business. Can you come to my office next door for the interview?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not trapped in this house?”
“No.”
“Great.”
It was now Saturday, six days after I last communicated with Mercy. It turned out that she had been following me to my office ever since I had asked if she could do that. For myself, this was the most interesting session with a spirit that I had ever had. In fact, it was a little too interesting and I’m not certain that I believe what Mercy told me. You be the judge.
“I have a bit of time to talk to Mercy. Are you here with me?”
“Yes.”
“You are buried across the street. Is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“There is a grave next to you. Does that belong to your husband?”
“No.”
“Does it belong to your son who was also named William Grant?”
“Yes.”
“Did you live a long life?”
“Yes.”
“Did you die in your eighties?”
“No.”
I was very surprised at this answer. I had believed that she had died in her 80s ever since the remaining Grant family visited us in 1995. After going through the seventies, sixties, fifties, forties, thirties, and twenties, I decided to go up and not down.
“Mercy did you die in your nineties?”
“Yes.”
We finally got ninety-three years by using the same method of asking for each year.
“Mercy, the Captain died at age thirty-two. Did you ever remarry?”
“No.”
“Did you stay in the home after he died?”
“No.”
“Did you sell the big house?”
“No.”
“The Captain also owned the home next door and the home across the street. Is this correct?”
“Yes.”
“Did you sell those homes?”
“Yes.”
“Did you move to Colchester after that?”
“Yes.”
I had previously been told that descendants of Captain Grant now reside in Colchester, so it was a logical question for me to ask.
“Did your family help you after the Captain’s death?”
“Yes.”
I wanted to know more about Mercy on the spirit level so I changed the subject.
“Mercy, you have been in this house a very long time. Do you see a light?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t want to go to the light?”
“No.”
“Can you go to the light?”
“Yes.”
“Are you waiting for the Captain?”
“Yes.”
“Can I help you get him here?”
“No.”
“Mercy, have you lived other lives?”
“Yes.”
“More than two?”
“Yes.”
“Three?”
“Yes.”
“Has the Captain also led other lives?”
“Yes.”
Then I got the idea that maybe he had been reborn again and she was waiting for him to die. “That is why she won’t leave,” I said to myself. There was a real chance that they could be together again.
“Has he been reincarnated since he died?”
“Yes.”
“So if he has been reincarnated, are you now waiting for him to die again?”
“Yes.”
“Does he live in Preston?” Preston is the town where Captain Grant’s bed and breakfast is located. Poquetanuck is a village inside the town.
The rods wavered back and forth. Then I remembered that Mercy would have called the town Poquetanuck.
“Does he live in Poquetanuck?”
“Yes.”
At this my heart started to pound. Neighbors in that town don’t socialize on a regular basis. In fact, if it isn’t through church or a town function, they rarely get together. So if I know this man, it would be one of very few men.
“Do I know him?”
“Yes.”
“Mercy, is Captain Grant’s soul in my husband Ted [Tadashi] ?”
“Yes.”
“Oh God,” I thought. “This is crazy.”
“Mercy, when I bought Captain Grant’s, there was a very high possibility that I would fail. I only had $112 in the bank after closing and this house was falling apart, but one miracle after another began happening. Did the other spirits in the house help you to help me?”
“Yes.”
“You wanted me here.”
“Yes.”
“Do the spirits communicate with each other?”
“Yes.”
“So you knew that Captain Grant’s soul was in my husband and you brought Ted [number two] here and we got married.” It all sounded a little too bizarre to comprehend. I had to talk to Ted and tell him about this session. My mind was racing and I could no longer concentrate. I had to move on to another subject. It was truly a miracle that I had Captain Grant’s. I had always felt that I had help from St. Anthony. Now I didn’t know what to believe. “No, it had to be St. Anthony,” I said to myself.
“Mercy, would you answer some questions about souls, reincarnation, and God?”
“Yes.”
“Does God send the souls back to be reincarnated?”
“Yes.”
“Is that so they can work out their mission on Earth?”
“Yes.”
“Does God want all of the souls in heaven?”
“Yes.”
“Will everyone get to go to heaven?”
“No.”
“Will the wicked and evil get into heaven?”
“No.”
“Will they go to hell?”
“No.”
I was surprised at her answer and sat and thought for a few minutes. I asked myself, “Where do they go?” They don’t go to heaven. They don’t go to hell. Then a possibility came to me.
Mercy, when the evil and wicked die, do their souls die with them?”
“Yes.”
“But those of us who make bad decisions but are not evil or wicked get another chance and are reborn until we get it right?”
“Yes.”
“Will Jesus Christ come back as prophesy dictates?”
“No.”
“Will God come back to Earth?”
“Yes.”
“Will he come back in the form of Jesus Christ?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know when it will happen?”
A large crossing of the rods occurred, making her answer a definite no.
We talked a little longer about religions and beliefs of people around the world. I asked her about all of the major religions. She had answers for all of my questions. What I still don’t know is if this knowledge is from her own belief system when she was a live human being or things that her soul learned after her death. Regardless, her answers were too hot to handle.
Two months passed and I had read this interview a dozen times or more. A couple of things stood out as being non-truths. When Mercy stated that she was waiting for my husband to die so that she and the Captain could go to the light together, it went against something one of the spirits had said to me earlier. I will take Daniel as the example. When Daniel died, his spirit remained Daniel. He did not revert to the person he was before Daniel. Of course this would mean that when my husband dies, his spirit will remain him. He will not become Captain Grant and go to the light with Mercy.
Then I got a visit from none other than Captain Grant’s descendants. My husband and I talked to them for several minutes. I asked them if any of their relatives had ever moved to Colchester. They said that the family had migrated to Lisbon, Connecticut, and were adamant that no Grant had ever lived in Colchester. They also said that Captain Grant had been buried in the cemetery across the street and not at sea.
Now the dilemma. It seemed obvious that Mercy was lying. After another month of thinking about this, I came to a conclusion about what had gone wrong with the interview. When I interviewed Mercy, it was next door where my office is. That house also has two spirits. Could it be that one of those spirits answered as Mercy? I decided to take my rods and do the interview over at Captain Grant’s.
Second Interview with Mercy Adelaide Grant
“Mercy, I did an interview with you about three months ago. Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
“It was in my office next door. Did one of the spirits in that house answer for you?”
“Yes.”
“Is it better for us to have a meeting in the big house?”
“Yes.”
“Did any of Captain Grant’s descendants ever live in Colchester?”
“No.”
“Did your descendants live in Colchester?”
“Yes.”
“Did you live in the big house until your death?”
“Yes.”
“Is the Captain buried at sea?”
“Yes.”
She never changed her stance on that question even though the descendants had said otherwise.
“Did you live into your eighties?”
“Yes.”
The questions continued and the situation taught me a lesson or rather reminded me of what I already knew. You can’t see who you are talking to or be able to tell if they are telling the truth or lying.
I believe the real Mercy is the one I communicated with in the big house.
Before leaving Mercy, I decided to ask her a few more questions about reincarnation and manifestation.
“Mercy, I have some questions about manifestation. There are many ghost hunters that come to Captain Grant’s to investigate spirits. They all say that it is easier to manifest at night. Is this the truth?”
“No.”
“Is it just as easy to manifest during the day?”
“Yes.”
Perhaps it is easier for a person to see them at night because they are energy and give off light. During daylight the energy that is manifested may be difficult for the human eye to capture.
“Mercy, I now have some questions about reincarnation. Can you be reincarnated back into the same person you were and relive your life over again?”
“No.”
“Can you be reborn to a previous time?”
“No.”
“So the soul always goes forward in time?”
“Yes.”
“I am a Christian and was told that we only live one life. Is this true?”
“Yes.”
“Then my conclusion is that it is the soul that continues to come back and not the person. Is this right?”
“Yes.”
“If the soul is reincarnated, it can come back to parents that live anywhere on Earth. It could also be of either sex and of any race. Is this correct?”
“Yes.”
When I do ghost communication lessons with guests, quite often the reincarnated person, or soul, is of a different race, from a different country, or of the opposite sex. This can be quite disappointing for some real macho men who find out that the last time around they were a woman. Of course that woman died and her soul went on.
I believe that when God reincarnates a soul, it is for that soul to complete its purpose on Earth. That being said, perhaps the purpose is better fulfilled in another place, in another gender, or in another race. Maybe all three. “Mercy, do you believe there could be some truth in that?”
“Yes.”
Then came a question that I didn’t wish to ask Mercy. It is between you, the reader, and me. Given all that I have gotten from Mercy, it appears that a soul may have lived many times, occupying several different people. In that case, when God returns as Christ, are we reborn or are the souls reborn? If there is one soul for three people, who is reborn?
Interview with Liam
I started the interview focusing on Liam being gay.
“Liam, were men prosecuted for being attracted to men when you were alive?”
“No.”
“Did you ever have a male lover? A man that you loved?”
“Yes.”
“Did he love you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think God loves you even though you loved a man and not a woman?”
“Yes.”
“Does God care that you loved a man?”
“No.”
The rods slowly waved back and forth. It was as if Liam was wondering why I would ask these questions. I felt as if I were talking to an innocent.
“Liam, do you know your last name?”
“Yes.”
“Do you mind if I find out what it is?”
“No.”
At this, I went through the alphabet and came up with a G for the first letter of his last name. I asked him if he was a Geer, and he said yes. The Geer family is one of the original families of the village. They have a monument in the old cemetery.
My intuition said, “This is too easy. Something is amiss.” I decided to take the interview in another direction and talk about reincarnation.
“Liam, did you have any other lives before you were Liam?”
“Yes.”
We went through the one, two, three, and four routine I had developed and got three other lives for Liam.
“Were you ever a woman?”
“Yes.”
“More than one time?”
“No.”
“Did you ever have children?”
“No.”
“Do you think that you will be reborn again?”
“Yes.”
“Is that because you never had children?”
“Yes.”
“So you need to come back and have children?”
“Yes.”
“Liam, do you believe in God?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think the Antichrist is on Earth?”
“Yes.”
There it was again. An answer that was too pat. When I get an instant turn of the rods, they are answering that they clearly know the answer. If it is a tougher question, the rods may waver back and forth a bit prior to answering. With that, the answer they give might still be wrong.
I decided to go through the continents with Liam and ended up with Asia as the continent where the Antichrist is. Then I went through Asian countries and ended up with India. “No way,” I said to myself. “There is a problem with this interview.”
“Liam, are you playing a game with me?”
“Yes.”
“Has any of what you have told me been the truth?”
“No.”
“Liam, I need to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
The rods flew back and forth and went around like helicopter blades. Liam did not want to end the conversation. He was having a good time being a tease.
I had to sleep on this interview. Were they all lying to me or just Liam? With no facial features or personal clues to go on, I was at a standstill.
I ended up waiting three days before going back to talk to Liam. I sat at the kitchen table in the bed and breakfast, took out my rods, and began.
“Liam, hi. It’s me, Carol, again. Are you here?”
“Yes.”
“Are you happy to see me?”
“Yes.”
“I would like to know your last name. Is it Geer?”
“No.”
“Okay. Let’s try again. Please tell me the truth this time. Does your name start with an A?”
“No.”
Then I went on to B, C, and D, all of the way through to Z. I sat and thought for a minute. My iced tea was in front of me, so I decided to sip on that for a few minutes and consider how Liam was answering the questions. He had answered no to every letter. Maybe his last name was still readable on his headstone. The cemetery is hard to go through. The weeds are tall and a large cherry tree lies on the ground in the center of the graves. If I could avoid tramping through all of that, I would feel much better. Then I had an idea.
“Liam, do you know your letters?”
“No.”
“Did you learn how to read and write?”
“No.”
“Is that why you don’t know what letter your name starts with?”
“Yes.” The rods quivered just a bit.
“Liam, I’m going to talk to some of the other spirits that are here in the house. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“Daniel, are you here?”
“Yes.”
“Did you know Liam when you were alive?”
“No.”
“Adelaide, did you know Liam when you were alive?”
“No.”
“Did you know about him?”
“Yes.”
“Was Liam less intelligent than other people?”
“Yes.”
“Did people call him an idiot?” I used the word “idiot” in my questioning because in the 1700s that was the name that people would have used and understood.
“Yes.”
“Was he good-hearted?”
“Yes.”
Then I went back to Liam to finish my interview.
“Liam, was it hard to learn things?”
“Yes.”
“Did people call you names?”
“Yes.”
I felt sad for Liam. Perhaps in his new reincarnated life he will have more opportunity to learn and enjoy what he could not enjoy in his last life.
“I hope that when you are reborn that you have a better life. And thank you for talking to me.”
With that I ended the interview.
Interview with Pete
This interview took many twists and turns. “Maybe I’m getting tired of talking to dead people,” I thought to myself before I started to write down the interview. “Oh well.” I sighed deeply and went on.
“Pete, I have started to write a book. Other spirits in the house are going to be considered one of my chapters. Would you be willing to also have a chapter in the book?”
The rods opened wide. “Yes.”
“I would like to know when you lived. Was it in the 1900s, 1800s, 1700s, or the 1600s?” Finally I got a yes. This was the oldest spirit in the house. I had never talked to an older spirit than Pete. I was truly excited.
“Pete, have you been in this house since it was built?”
“No.”
“Did you, as a spirit, move into the house in the 1900s?”
“Yes.”
I was surprised. I was fully expecting to have to go century by century backward to get the answer. “Do you feel comfortable here?”
“Yes.”
“I would like to know more about your past. Have you had other lives?”
“Yes.” It turned out that Pete had had four lives.
“I would like to know when your soul first entered into a human being. Was it before Christ?”
“No.”
“Was it before 100 AD?”
“Yes.”
Then I went through the continents. “Did you live in North America, South America, Europe, Asia, and finally Africa?”
“Yes.” It was Africa.
“Were you a black man?”
“No.”
“An Arab?”
“No”
Okay, who was he? “Were you an Egyptian?” They were a bountiful people back then.
“No.”
Now I was doing one of my sitting and pondering sessions. Hmm.
“Were you Jewish?”
The rods made an attempt to open up but wavered a little back and forth.
“Were you Hebrew?”
“Yes.” A definite wide separation of the rods occurred.
“Have you always been Hebrew?”
“No.”
“Were you a Christian in the 1600s?”
“Yes.”
“You have had four lives, so as you earlier said to me, you have something to atone for.”
“Yes.”
I thought, “I’m not going to kid around and ask a lot of questions about what he did. I’m going for the jugular.”
“Did you murder somebody?”
“Yes.”
“Was this as Pete?”
“Yes.”
“Was it a relative?”
“Yes.”
I went through the list of closest relatives and was getting a bit concerned until I came to cousin.
“A cousin?”
“Yes.”
“How old were you when you did this? In your twenties?”
“No.”
“Your teens?”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever get caught?”
“No.”
“Did anyone else pay for your crime?”
“No.”
“Thank God for that,” I said to myself. “Did you ever kill anyone in another life that you lived?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“More than twice?”
“Yes.”
“Three times?”
“Yes.”
“Were you ever a bad man, one that robbed and we would call a villain?”
“Yes.”
“Can you point to where you were buried?”
He pointed to the old cemetery.
“Were you buried there?”
“No.”
“In the fields beyond the cemetery?”
“No.”
I spent about five minutes trying to locate the burial place he was pointing to. Finally we ended up in the town of Groton by the shore. “I would like to know your last name. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
I started going through the alphabet and ended up on L. The next letter turned out to be an E. “Is your last name Ledyard?”
“Yes.”
I ask him this repeatedly. The answer, yes, was always the same.
That is a famous name in Southeastern Connecticut and I have no proof that his statement was correct.
“Do you think that you could end up in hell?”
“No.”
“Is there a hell and have you ever heard of hell fire and brimstone?”
“No.”
“So will you keep getting reborn until you get it right or do something so bad that your soul dies with you?”
“Yes.”
Interview with the Victim
I sat at my desk so that I could be as still as possible, elbows on desk, knuckles together and relaxed.
“Hello. Is there anyone here?”
The rods opened wide.
“Are you a female?”
“Yes.”
“Did you live in this house?”
“Yes.”
“Did you die in this house?”
“Yes.”
“Did you die of natural causes? Were you sick?”
“No.”
“Did you live with your family or a family member?”
“Yes.”
“Were you abused by a family member?”
“No.”
“Were you left alone a lot?”
“Yes.”
“Did a family member kill you?”
“Yes.”
“Were you an old lady?”
“Yes.”
“Were you murdered in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Were you smothered?”
“Yes.”
“Are you here so that someone will find out about the way you died?”
“Yes.”
“When I bought this home, there was a spirit that I was afraid of. Is that the spirit that murdered you?”
“No.”
“Do you know of the spirit that I was afraid of?”
“Yes.”
“Is he gone?”
“Yes.”
“Is the spirit that murdered you still in this house?”
“No.”
“Thank God,” I say to myself. “Can you go to the light now that someone knows what happened to you?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Will you?”
“No.”
“Someday?”
“Yes.”