Ghosthunter

I had a visit from a ghosthunter yesterday. It's not every day that a ghosthunter calls at your home. And it's not a typical occurrence to get to speak to one. But I did. And it was spooky fun, just the same. Currently, he's not an active ghosthunter. He started a unit of ghosthunting while he was in college and has a good bit of notoriety because of it. He told me his full name so I could Google him and darned if he doesn't pop right up there. Since he isn't actively ghost hunting now, why did he come to my home for a visit? Well, he's a security device technician and was there to install some widgets on the windows so if we had an Unwanted Visitor who tried to get in, it would set off our alarm.

He said he had visited our home once before, last summer, after we'd been broken into at Memorial Day. He came back to install a loud siren on the roof and our friend Tom was there to let him in. I asked him if he got any 'vibes' from our front room.

"I didn't today," he said, "but I did last summer. Your house felt old. Or at least like there was a lot of activity there. A lot of people. That kind of thing."

"It's not that old," I defended. Actually, the house is younger than I am, built in 1956 and since I was built in 1949 that's probably why I think of it as a new house. "But there's a lot of history in this area and that may be why it feels like there's a lot of souls or spiritual presences around."

I told him a bit about my early attempts at channeling and receiving information. He was more of a pragmatist.

"I'd like to prove there's a definite link between what the scientists know and can point to definitively and what the spiritualists believe. We're getting better at it all the time with more specialized equipment. And there's lots of proof in some of the better digital recorders and thermal units out there." He launched into some highly technical jargon about some of the equipment they got to use when he was in the ghosthunters association back in Chicago. I could dimly understand what he was talking about. Technical stuff is fine but I believe more from a gut level sort of thing.

He commenced to telling me about a Victorian house they had studied one night at the insistance of the owner who felt it was haunted by Al Capone. He said they recorded a powerful E.V.P., a loud intense whisper on a digital recorder that was screaming for Amanda to get out! Out! OUT! The hairs stood up on my arm. (I find other people's ghost stories so much more interesting than my own.)

"Did you find out who Amanda was?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Nope. Never did. But we found out later there was a fire in that house. So we figured that urgent 'shout' must have been for Amanda to get the hell out!" he grinned. "I'm a big fan of E.V.P.'s."

Hmmm, I've never actually recorded an E.V.P. And I've never actually seen a ghost either. But if I had to choose, I believe I'd rather record the E.V.P. than see a spirit. Just me, mind you. I have no qualms about talking to spirits on the other side and sensing their information or the signs they give me to see. I've even felt sensations they want me to feel, at times. But whenever I hear of my friends or loved ones having actually encounters with those who have passed, like seeing them I mean, then I get shivers down my spine and the hairs on my arm stand up. That's just me.

So we chatted for a few more minutes, and I urged the young man to spend a bit of time writing down his experiences for it would make a grand book. He's got one cohort who has a show on Sci-Fi of ghost hunting and here he is in the Arizona desert installing security devices for those of us trying to protect our assets.

You never know who you'll meet, do you?