On a warm, clear night in July, I went to spend the night
over at my friend Shane's house. Understand that Shane
lives with his mom and grandmother in a very old farmhouse
adjacent to an even older cemetery.
I had just gotten back from celebrating the opening of my
company, Sundown Paranormal Investigations and Research
(SPIR), and was eager for my first case. The night at
Shane's wouldn't disappoint me.
Around about 10:30, after watching a reality show on MTV
concerning haunted places, Shane and our friend Brandon
(who was also there) got to talking about the cemetery.
Shane's recently deceased grandfather had been laid to rest
in that plot. As the conversation continued, Shane became
visibly emotional, unusual for an immature 15-year-old
(nothing personal if you read this Shane). Being 18
myself, I played counselor and coaxed him to talk.
Finally, he was able to tell me that he never had a
chance to say goodbye to his grandfather. He had left on
somewhat bad terms and now it was killing him. He
said, "If only I could see if he was mad at me, or if its
ok, or what..." I asked if I had permission to investigate
for him, and he agreed, obviously skeptic.
Brandon went with me to the cemetery. As soon as we
stepped past the old rusty fence, we knew we were into
something.
Something whispered in my ear. Couldn't tell what was
said, but it was a voice.
To make a long story short, we attempted communication.
As soon as we started talking to him, clouds covered the
moon, and the wind picked up. The longer we tried, the
colder it became. It began drizzling. All at once we both
felt a new kind of chill...a chill that spoke to our
souls. We knew we had connected.
Finally I was able to understand what this man was
saying. No, he wasn't mad or upset at his grandson. Tell
him I love him and always will, and let him know I miss
him, that I'm always watching out for him, and always will
be.
At that, Brandon and I sensed we should leave. The
moment we stepped foot outside the cemetery, the drizzle
ceased, the wind stopped, the chill left us. As we headed
back up to the house to tell Shane what we found, the
clouds parted and the moon shined down on us. It's the
best ending to a case anyone could ask for. Not only did
we become convinced the paranormal was for real, Shane was
able to recover and move on with his life. I couldn't ask
for a better closure.
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