Ghost Hunting by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-06T18:04:47+00:00

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GRANT'S TAKE

If we were looking for a sign that we were doing something worthwhile, we couldn't have asked for a better one than that lamp. And it happened right behind our backs. It just goes to show--no matter how experienced you are, you can miss something if you're not paying attention.

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MULTIPLE HAUNTINGS FEBRUARY 2005

There are three kinds of hauntings. The first kind is residual--when a supernatural entity repeats the same act over and over again. The second kind is intelligent--when an entity is aware of its actions and can interact with the living. The third kind is poltergeist activity--when an entity moves objects in the physical world.

In Cranston, Rhode Island, we encountered claims of all three.

The DiRaimo family was the one making the claims. Ken DiRaimo, his wife, and his two daughters had been experiencing what seemed like supernatural phenomena for two decades, since shortly after the girls were born. They had all heard the voice of a woman in the house, and Hayley, one of the DiRaimos' daughters, even believed she had seen her.

She described the woman as brown-skinned with no feet. She had walked across the foot of Hayley's bed and into her vanity mirror, at which point the woman had vanished. However, Hayley's bed and the mirror had begun to shake.

More rarely, she had heard a male voice. Hayley claimed to have seen the source of that as well--a man with a white face and black clothing. However, he had made his appearance in the kitchen, not a bedroom.

On another occasion in the kitchen, Hayley had seen the drawers and cabinet doors open and close several times. She had also seen a bust of William Shakespeare, which sat in the living room, turn as much as ninety degrees. And a friend of hers had been pushed down the stairs from behind.

People had told Hayley she was nuts. She wanted T.A.P.S. to capture something--anything--that would prove she hadn't taken leave of her senses.

In addition to Steve, Brian, and Paula, we had two other T.A.P.S. members with us that night. One was Dustin Pari. The second was Jill Raczelowski, our archivist. Jill loved to take part in investigations, though she depended more on her feelings than on scientific observation and analysis.

We took some time to set up our cameras, including one trained on the bust of Shakespeare. Then we went through the house with EMF detectors and established base ratings for those rooms where activity had been reported. Because the house was a tight fit, we sent a couple of people out to the van--also known as our mobile command center--with our digital video recorder.

We had barely gotten underway when I felt a burning sensation in the area of my shoulder blade. It was as if someone had been holding a match to it. I had my hands full just keeping my composure and not alarming the family, who had been alarmed enough.

First chance I got, I excused myself and went upstairs to take off my shirt.

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