When Paranormal Entities Follow You Home

by Anna

Haunted Hallway

Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Richard Estep, author of Trail of Terror.

It takes a lot to make an agnostic call in a Catholic priest to cleanse his home. Yet that is exactly what happened to me one winter a few years ago.

I have been a paranormal investigator and author since the mid-Nineties, and thought I’d seen it all. If the truth be told, I’d gotten a little jaded. Most of my peers employed some sort of “psychic protection” ritual, such as envisioning themselves surrounded by a bright white light of spiritual origin, when leaving a supposedly haunted location. I never did, and it was something I would ultimately have cause to regret.

It had been a busy year, one in which I’d crossed several major locations off my bucket list: Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, Kentucky, where thousands of people had died of tuberculosis; Bobby Mackey’s Music World in Wilder, Kentucky, proclaimed by some as “the gateway to hell;” and Asylum 49, one of the world’s most haunted hospitals, to name just three. At none of them did I make any effort at all to protect myself from negative energies.

The first sign of trouble came when my wife woke up in the middle of the night, shaking me awake to tell me that she had spotted a small, child-sized figure standing at the side of the bed. From her description, it had looked something like a Jawa from the movie Star Wars, although it was more of a dark shadow figure, with the hood of a robe covering its head and face.

Although I took her sighting seriously, I also thought it possible that she had experienced either a hypnagogic or hypnopompic hallucination, a fairly common trick of the mind when it is falling asleep or returning to wakefulness.

Next, we started to hear the sound of a woman’s voice, usually calling out from downstairs when we were both upstairs. Usually it was a single word: “Hello.” Each time it happened, our dog would go berserk, pounding downstairs for all she was worth before growling and snarling at an empty corner of the living room.

Then I saw the shadow figure myself. I was sitting in the hallway, talking to my boss on the phone. It was broad daylight. “I’m going to have to call you back,” I told her, “because I’ve just seen a ghost…” It had been an adult-sized human form, moving from one side of the hallway to the other over the space of two or three seconds.

There was no longer any doubt in my mind: I had brought back something unwanted and unwelcome from one of my investigations. Now I had to get rid of it.

I called in a good friend and fellow paranormal investigator, who also happened to be a Catholic priest.

“Will this even work?” I asked. “I mean, I’m not a Christian…”

“It only matters that you believe,” he replied with a smile. “Not so much what you believe.”

He performed a ceremony of blessing, working his way throughout the house and anointing each window and doorway with a cross made from holy water. Don’t ask me quite how, but it worked. When all was said and done, my family and I were never bothered by paranormal activity at home again.

You can be sure that ever since, I have taken great pains to protect myself from other potential psychic trespassers…

Our thanks to Richard for his guest post! For more from Richard Estep, read his article, “Why Are Certain Locations Haunted? .”

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