We didn’t know much about the house’s history, only that it was built in the seventies and its only other occupants had been an older couple. The wife had died while they were living in the house, but we aren’t positive she died in the house; the husband left shortly after she was gone.
So we approached this investigation with little certainty of who might be disturbing the resident and his wife. Could it be the old wife? Or could it be something that was following the resident’s wife?
We did not bring all our equipment. There were three of us, more than enough to cover a fairly small house, and we thus did not feel it was necessary to set up an alarming amount of electronics.
My parents primarily used voice recorders, and I set about taking pictures.
Ultimately, the house proved itself occupied by something.
We gathered the following pieces of evidence during our investigation: I captured orbs in three photographs.
The first orb is a smudge of what looks like light in motion, moving across the front of the TV cabinet in the living room.
The third orb was captured during similar circumstances. Close to the end of the investigation, my dad was standing in the living room with a voice recorder asking the presence about a theory the resident’s family had come up with: that the old wife had died of a stroke. During this question session, I took a few pictures… And in one of them, directly in front of my dad, was the largest and clearest orb of the night.
The last piece of evidence we captured was shortly after this, as we were all gathered around the dining table with a voice recorder, attempting to communicate with the presence one last time. We assured the presence that if it really was the old wife, we now understood what she’d gone through, and she would see her husband soon if she would go on. We then told her goodbye… And we captured a very clear word, “Bye,” on the voice recorder that was not spoken by any of the people at that table.
Does this prove our theory was right? No. But it does prove that something was there, listening to us, attempting to communicate with us.
And maybe now it’s gone.
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