A Ghost Story
We’ve all heard stories about haunted houses. But, have you ever heard about a haunted
car? Other than Stephen Kings’
“Christine”, neither had I, that is until I took part in a paranormal
In the 2011 Halloween Issue of the Stigler News-Sentinel I
had written a story titled “ A Most Unfortunate Family”. The story featured a family plagued by
hauntings that had followed them through out their lives, until finally they
had settled into a new home that appeared at first to be somewhat normal.In time it became apparent to the family that their home was anything
but normal. First shadow people were
seen slinking about. That was unnerving
enough, but the shadow people were followed by ever escalating poltergeist
activity. The poltergeist activity
started with the disappearance of various items, only to have them reappear
days or even months later in places that were most inappropriate. There were even cases where the startled
family watched the youngest son’s toys moving on their own. The family had enough.
The family called in a paranormal investigative team to determine
if there were indeed “ghosts” haunting their house. They were not the “Ghost Busters” but the
paranormal investigators came equipped with all the gadgets we view with awe on
the myriad of cable TV ghost hunting shows.
I was new to all this, as this was my first investigation, but I was
eager to learn. I saw infrared and night
vision cameras in use. I witnessed the
operation of a recorder that is used to record ghost voices from beyond. That device is called an EVP or Electronic
Voice Phenomena recorder. The device
that had the most impact on me was the EMF meter which measures the
fluctuations in electromagnet fields.
Ghosts will sometimes activate the meter when asked questions.
Several team members had gathered in a back bedroom as I
tried my hand using the meter. There was
activity on the meter which suggested that there was an entity in the
room. I asked simple yes and no
questions inquiring if the ghost was male or female. One burst of energy recorded on the meter
would indicate that it was a male. Two
times it would be a female. My question
produced two hits on the meter. “it’s a
girl!”, I exclaimed. As we were leaving
the room the meter was going wild and it continued to do so until we exited the
bedroom. I said to the investigator
closest to me that she was following me.
He just laughed.
It must have been sometime after midnight when we wrapped up
the investigation. As I was getting into
my car I got a strong whiff of perfume.
I was puzzled, none of the women on the team had been near my car,
besides I couldn’t recall any of them wearing perfume. Strange!
The next morning I went to my car to retrieve my
camera. I could detect the faint scent
of perfume. It wasn’t as strong as the
night before, but it was there, it was still there! I took the camera into the house where I
discovered that the new batteries I had loaded in it the day before were
completely dead. Strange!
I wanted to investigate the strange goings on and went back
to the car with a tape recorder in hand.
The investigation was simple. It
went something like this, with the recorder running I asked, “Who are you? Who’s riding with me?” I was shocked at what I heard on the play
back. In a whispery, young female voice
I heard, “Amy.” Amy. So my traveling companion
Riding around town with Amy was something of a novelty until things, electrical things, expensive
things, began going out on my car. First
it was the battery, a battery only a few months old. Next it was the starter, followed by one of
the motors for the power windows. Then
there were two sensors. All electrical,
as were the batteries in my camera.
Could it be Amy?
I guess I’ll never know.
There has been no sign of Amy since my last repair. I think maybe she took a liking to one of the
young guys at the shop. Dumped by a
ghost! I’ve never had any luck with
women. I guess it’s all for the best. I no longer find myself with expensive auto
repairs and I must admit I feel somewhat relieved that Amy is no longer riding
with me. I feel that way because I was
always afraid that Amy would cause me to get a ticket, for you see, Amy never
wore her seat belt!