Ghost Hunting Read Online Free Page B
Author: Grant Wilson Jason Hawes
The couple also said they had been pushed into this wall against their will by an unseen force. However, they hadn’t seen, heard, or felt anything anywhere else in the house.
Had we known in advance how localized the occurrences had been, we might have thought twice about making the four-hour trip to Hackensack, New Jersey, where Small and Quinn lived in a 1950s-era, cottage-style, two-bedroom home. But hey, we were there already. It would have been silly not to go ahead with the investigation.
Besides, these people were obviously distraught over what was happening. We don’t like to abandon anyone in need of help.
There were four of us representing T.A.P.S. at the house—Grant, me, an investigator named Brian Drevens, and Bethany Aculade, our group’s clairvoyant at the time. While Brian and I interviewed the couple, Grant and Bethany checked out the place and set up our equipment—which wasn’t difficult, given the concentrated location of all the occurrences.
I couldn’t help noticing how the couple’s story seemed to change during the interview. At first, I thought they were simply confused. Then, when we were talking to them individually, we got conflicting accounts. Something fishy was going on.
Meanwhile, Grant and Bethany found a number of books on the subject of hauntings under the bed in the master bedroom. This struck them as strange—not just that the couple was reading such books but that they had hidden them from view.
A little while later, Brian went into the basement to look around and saw what appeared to be gray speaker wires going up into a wooden joist. The other end of the wires went into a back room that had a padlock on the door.
We decided to keep all this to ourselves for the time being and see what the night had to offer. Right about the time Small mentioned, the noises began—and as he had claimed, they were all in the vicinity of the wall. Ghostly voices. Banging sounds. But they were flat somehow, missing the accompanying vibrations.
That was when we asked the couple about the speaker wires in the basement. Small and Quinn seemed to become defensive at that point and refused to let us into the back room. The tension mounted as we insisted.
Finally, they opened the door for us. The room contained a tape recorder, which was feeding banging noises and ghostly voices into a speaker embedded in the wall. You can imagine how ticked off we were.
Small said he had tried to fool us in order to get his house on Sightings, a popular TV show in the 1990s that investigated the paranormal. He pointed out that George Lutz, the owner of the “Amityville Horror house,” had made millions off his experience once it was chronicled in a book and then a movie. Small wanted to ride the same gravy train—at our expense.
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GRANT’S TAKE
U nfortunately, the Small situation isn’t unique. We have found there are lots of people out there seeking to scam us in order to cash in one way or the other. Our best safeguard is the T.A.P.S. philosophy we established on Day One: Make sure you rule out the normal before you concede the possibility of the paranormal.
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HIGH-RISE HAUNTING NOVEMBER 1997
D ealing with the occult can be a nasty business. The key is to remember that malevolent spirits don’t just show up in a house—they’re invited by something one of the residents did. Usually, it’s an innocent act, a case of someone dabbling in things he doesn’t understand. But sometimes we have to wonder if the invitation might not have been a conscious one.
By the time we got a call from the owner of a Toronto apartment building, he was frantic—so much so that we could barely make out what he was saying over the phone. All we could hear was “golf balls.”
After we calmed him down a little, he started to make more sense. Apparently, he and his tenants were being tormented by a storm of paranormal activity. Doors were opening and closing on their own. Furniture was moving, keeping people
Had we known in advance how localized the occurrences had been, we might have thought twice about making the four-hour trip to Hackensack, New Jersey, where Small and Quinn lived in a 1950s-era, cottage-style, two-bedroom home. But hey, we were there already. It would have been silly not to go ahead with the investigation.
Besides, these people were obviously distraught over what was happening. We don’t like to abandon anyone in need of help.
There were four of us representing T.A.P.S. at the house—Grant, me, an investigator named Brian Drevens, and Bethany Aculade, our group’s clairvoyant at the time. While Brian and I interviewed the couple, Grant and Bethany checked out the place and set up our equipment—which wasn’t difficult, given the concentrated location of all the occurrences.
I couldn’t help noticing how the couple’s story seemed to change during the interview. At first, I thought they were simply confused. Then, when we were talking to them individually, we got conflicting accounts. Something fishy was going on.
Meanwhile, Grant and Bethany found a number of books on the subject of hauntings under the bed in the master bedroom. This struck them as strange—not just that the couple was reading such books but that they had hidden them from view.
A little while later, Brian went into the basement to look around and saw what appeared to be gray speaker wires going up into a wooden joist. The other end of the wires went into a back room that had a padlock on the door.
We decided to keep all this to ourselves for the time being and see what the night had to offer. Right about the time Small mentioned, the noises began—and as he had claimed, they were all in the vicinity of the wall. Ghostly voices. Banging sounds. But they were flat somehow, missing the accompanying vibrations.
That was when we asked the couple about the speaker wires in the basement. Small and Quinn seemed to become defensive at that point and refused to let us into the back room. The tension mounted as we insisted.
Finally, they opened the door for us. The room contained a tape recorder, which was feeding banging noises and ghostly voices into a speaker embedded in the wall. You can imagine how ticked off we were.
Small said he had tried to fool us in order to get his house on Sightings, a popular TV show in the 1990s that investigated the paranormal. He pointed out that George Lutz, the owner of the “Amityville Horror house,” had made millions off his experience once it was chronicled in a book and then a movie. Small wanted to ride the same gravy train—at our expense.
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GRANT’S TAKE
U nfortunately, the Small situation isn’t unique. We have found there are lots of people out there seeking to scam us in order to cash in one way or the other. Our best safeguard is the T.A.P.S. philosophy we established on Day One: Make sure you rule out the normal before you concede the possibility of the paranormal.
----
HIGH-RISE HAUNTING NOVEMBER 1997
D ealing with the occult can be a nasty business. The key is to remember that malevolent spirits don’t just show up in a house—they’re invited by something one of the residents did. Usually, it’s an innocent act, a case of someone dabbling in things he doesn’t understand. But sometimes we have to wonder if the invitation might not have been a conscious one.
By the time we got a call from the owner of a Toronto apartment building, he was frantic—so much so that we could barely make out what he was saying over the phone. All we could hear was “golf balls.”
After we calmed him down a little, he started to make more sense. Apparently, he and his tenants were being tormented by a storm of paranormal activity. Doors were opening and closing on their own. Furniture was moving, keeping people
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