My First Ghost

Get a free psychic reading right now at PsychicAccess.comI love watching the shows on TV about the paranormal and ghosts. I feel that having a supernatural experience with the spirit world can be proof of the afterlife.

The hosts of these shows often say, witnessing the paranormal often brings more questions than answers. Are spirits choosing to stay on the earth plane, or are they trapped? Do they need our help to move on to the next world? I have been fortunate to go on paranormal investigations with teams in California and have witnessed some pretty amazing things. Often getting the answers to who the spirit was in life doesn’t happen, and doing research into the history of the area only hints at possibilities of their identity.

Poltergeist activity is so inherently improbable that most rational people simply cannot believe it. And when they see it and have to believe it, they find it very hard to convince anybody else that it really happens ~ Guy Lyon Playfair

I have used my psychic abilities on these investigations to try to help glean more information for the investigators. In one instance, I heard clairaudiently heard certain things that were backed up by electric voice phenomena (EVP). EVP is when a voice is captured on a recording device where none was heard at the time by the people in the room. These voices are said to be possible spirit voices. Certain sentences that I heard psychically were also captured in EVPs. In those cases we were able to figure out who was there and why, and convince the spirit to cross over to the other side.

My interest in the paranormal and ghost hunting was piqued when I was sixteen and my parents had bought their first home. It was a two story house set back far from the road and on a hill. There was an alley that ran behind it, with a driveway coming to the back of the house. It was built in the 1920s and originally was the home of dairy farmers. At that time the land around it was their dairy farm, so it was not surrounded by homes until much later.

We bought the home in the mid 1970s and my parents were the fourth owners of the house. The people who owned the house before us had only stayed there for three years. Looking back, it probably was a sign that something might have been wrong with the house, but of course, like most people, nobody among us thought of, or believed in ghosts, so it never even entered our minds to ask.

The moment we moved in strange things started happening in the house. I come from a family of five kids and my three sisters and I had the bedrooms upstairs. At night, while we tried to sleep, we would hear someone trotting up and down the stairs. We turned the light on in the stairwell and would watch from our beds as the sounds of footsteps were happening, and yet no one was on the stairs. In frustration my youngest sister yelled out to the invisible noisemaker to please stop as we were trying to sleep. It stopped and did not happen for the rest of the night.

When we were home after school someone would often knock on the door or ring the doorbell, and when we answered the door, no one would be there. At first we thought it was someone from school playing a joke on us. We were teenagers at the time, so we had a lot of friends that often hung out at our house. The mysterious door knocking happened so often that we decided to catch whoever it was in the act and so we staked out both the front and back doors, with someone always standing right at the door so we could open it up as soon as we heard a knock.

Whatever its origin, a belief in spirits seems to have been common to all the nations of the ancient world who have left us any record of themselves. Ghosts began to walk early, and are walking still, in spite of the shrill cock-crow of wir haben ja aufgeklärt ~ James Russell Lowell

Sure enough, someone once again knocked on the door three times, as usual, and instantly I opened the door to see absolutely no one standing there – no one! It was broad daylight and there was nowhere to hide, and yet there wasn’t a soul there. I remember getting chills and I knew then and there that this was supernatural. My brother ran past me out the door and looked up to the roof of our house, in case the person had somehow jumped up there like the Bionic Man, or something. But there was nobody to be found. All of us were baffled.

Soon the knocking on the door started happening late in the evening. My skeptical dad experienced the same thing – he actually opened the door after the second knock and having no one standing there. My dad refused to believe it was anything supernatural and thought it was three boys with sling shots hiding in bushes synchronizing their shots to hit our door and make it sound like knocks. Of course, it couldn’t have been rocks they shot, because it would have damaged the door and we would have found the rocks outside.

But dad said then it might be dirt clods of something like baseballs or tennis balls. He then went out in the yard to prove his theory, by finding the evidence. Of course, he didn’t find any. He then realized it couldn’t have been dirt clods, because there were no dirt marks on the door. I remember him outside in the yard with his flashlight just looking and looking for the tennis balls, or whatever, and not finding anything at all that could prove his theory.

When we heard the knocks we kids would say that it was “the ghost” and dad was desperate to get us off that track. “There’s no such thing as ghosts!” he’d always say and shake his head. But at some point his “logical explanations” for things became downright desperate and silly.

One night in the summer, my sisters and I had friends sleeping over and we decided to have a séance to see if we could contact our door-knocking ghost. Today, I would not recommend doing this, but at the time we didn’t know any better. You can compare having a séance to opening your front door at night and yelling, “If anybody wants to talk to us, come on in!” Not a very smart thing to do in most neighborhoods, as you never know who (or what) will show up. Anyway, that’s what we did.

I think the reason people investigate the paranormal is because we are trying to overcome the mystery of death. That in and of itself is something that lives within every living person, everybody ~ Zak Bagans

During the séance one of our friends claimed she had temporarily been possessed by a ghost girl named Lisa, who was fourteen and had died falling down the stairs. After this, we began calling the ghost “Lisa” and assumed she was a teenage girl.

A few days later, I awoke and sat up in my bed. My eyes were immediately drawn to my closet. The door was open and on the blank white wall was written something in heavy large letters. I had lived there for five months and knew this writing was not there before. I got up and read what it said. “Dee Dee Conrad” was written in block letters and underlined three times. It looked to be written in pencil and there was one on my table in the room.

I started yelling for my sisters to see if one of them had done it. Everyone swore they hadn’t come into my room, or written it. We didn’t know anyone named Dee Dee Conrad either. It occurred to me that it might be the ghost telling us that her name wasn’t Lisa. But how did a ghost write on my closet wall? After this, on different occasions, a short, young woman with long blond hair was seen in the house by different people. I saw her twice myself. At first glance, I thought she was one of my sisters, until I realized she was too short. When I looked back she just faded away from sight, as if she was made of vapor. She was seen twice looking out the dining room window, once looking out my brother’s bedroom window, and the most eerie place of all, standing in the doorway of my bedroom closet, staring at me.

Her eyes were imploring. I had been lying on my bed crying when she appeared. I think she wanted to know what was wrong but I got up and ran out of my room! Talk about freaky! But I soon realized she wasn’t threatening in the slightest and instead of being scared, I became curious.

We also experienced hearing a female voice. Sometimes you heard just one word, sometimes a sentence. Once we heard giggling. Always, there was no logical explanation. You would be alone in the house or the room, and it would seem to come straight out of the thin air right next to you. Some of our friends ran screaming out of the house, but most of us just got used to it and didn’t get too scared. Eventually, word got around at school that our house was haunted. This led to an interesting occurrence one evening when my parents were out of town.

A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night ~ J.M. Barrie

As teenagers are known to do, we thought having a party, while my parents were gone for the night, was a great idea. It was only supposed to be a few friends. So that night, several girls were sitting around the living room with my sisters and me when some guys from the football team showed up with beer wanting to come in. I was nervous, but too afraid to say no, so I let them in. Immediately, they started asking if our house was haunted and they wanted to hear the stories. Since all of our friends had experienced paranormal things at our home, as well as my sisters and I, we launched into many scary tales of Dee Dee the ghost.

The football players were enthralled, except one guy who kept saying he didn’t believe us. As if Dee Dee was there and wanted to prove it, a heavy glass ash tray slid all the way down the length of the coffee table, straight towards the non-believer. It slid all the way off the table with such force that it flew several feet and landed right in front of him on the floor! His eyes were like saucers and he jumped up and ran out of the house. I don’t think he ever lived it down! On other occasions we had objects move on their own, but that was the most dramatic and had the most witnesses.

In time I got to know some of the people who lived in the neighborhood and eventually met someone who remembered a family, who lived in our house, with the last name Conrad. I found out that they had identical twin daughters named Dee Dee and Donna. Both had long blond hair, and were short and petite cheerleaders. During the summer after their high school graduation, Dee Dee and her boyfriend were involved in a car accident and Dee Dee died.

Years later, her twin sister Donna came to visit the house and as she walked around reminiscing about when she lived there, we wondered if her sister’s spirit would make her presence known. We didn’t think it would be appropriate to tell the sister about our paranormal experiences, so we didn’t say anything. Nothing happened that we saw, but Donna said, out of the blue, that she felt like her sister was near. I’ve often wondered if I should have used her comment as an opening to tell her that she was right.

About The Author: Kaysie is a natural born psychic whose abilities were bumped up after a serious head injury. Her predictive dreams include accurately forecasting an earthquake in Los Angeles! While working as a bartender, she was able to gather highly detailed and personal information just by throwing a pair of dice and is currently working on a book drawing upon those experiences. From her base in Virginia, Kaysie has gathered a long list of devoted clients and is a main draw, reading Tarot at psychic fairs and private parties. If you’d like a reading with this highly accurate, ghost-busting Psychic , you can find Kaysie at PsychicAccess.com.

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