My wife worked in the office of a septic system company, out in Hammonton, NJ for a while. The job was not bad, but it was a bit of a drive, and most of what she made ended up going in the gas tank to get there and back. The business was family owned and run, and was located on the homestead property. One of the brothers lived in a house on site; a small mansion that was Civil War era. It had been the home to the County Judge. The Judge was the man who had originally had the place built. He had a wife and several children, some of whom apparently did not survive their childhood.
The owners of the septic company knew my wife was "Sensitive." They asked her to come to the house, as they had repeatedly had encounters with the Judge in different locations. She agreed, and took me along to run gear.
We covered the whole place. Ended up in the Attic, which had been the children's bedroom area. Still had the original mid-1800s wallpaper on the walls. I remained there, with my nite-vision video camera, trying to elicit a reaction from someone. I explained what the piece of gear was, that I was holding, what it did, and that it was not anything to fear.
One floor below me, in the master bedroom of the house, my wife had the K2 meter and was having an active conversation with the judge. She called me down to video-tape the back and forth response. I immediately abandoned my attic spot and hurried down to her. As soon as I entered the bedroom, all activities ceased. Sometimes, I think the Paranormal just doesn't LIKE me. I don't know why. I've never been rude to anyone deceased, as far as I can remember...
Eventually, we packed up the gear and headed home. THIS is when the story gets interesting.
Along about 3am, I am asleep in the chair in the computer room. Suddenly, I come awake to the sound of the TV in the living room, playing as loud as it can go. A commercial for the Garden Weasel. I was annoyed, wondering why on earth she would have the tv on this loud this LATE. In irritation I walked into the living room to...dead silence. The tv had shut itself off as I stepped foot into the room. I checked to make sure the remote had not been in a position to turn the tv on, either by falling off something or by something falling on IT. Nope. That was in the clear. So, I turned and walked into the bedroom to wake the wife. She wouldn't wake up. Which was out of character, since she was a lite sleeper. Neither did our dog Jack wake up. THIS unnerved me more than the tv did. I sat up in the computer room, awake for the rest of the nite. Before I left for work in the morning, I wrote a note for her to call me, saying merely that we had had a "visitor".
Later in the day, when she did call, I explained what I had experienced. As she sat there taking in my story, something began rattling the living room closet doors.
She did NOT take well to paranormal tom-foolery. When I finished describing what I experienced the night before. She simply said ,"Right. I'll take care of it." She then hung up the phone and got out the sage bundle. She smudged the entire house and ended in the living room.
"I have no problem with you being here, if you intend to live peacefully. But you may NOT be a disturbance here. If you're going to wake us up and be a pain in the ass, you can leave, NOW."
There was a loud BANG on the ceiling plaster, just above her head. And whatever it was, left. When I got home after work, she said she was fairly certain that whoever it was, had followed ME home, from the investigation earlier the night before.
Why me? Because I had spoken so nicely and earnestly. *sigh* Apparently, it had been one of the Judge's children. They were interested in the gear I carried and had followed me home. The tv remote had apparently been too big of a temptation to resist.
Since that time, I've had no further experiences in the house. Yay? ;)
