Most ghost hunters have a number of stories on their memory shelves about ghost hunts that went well, maybe even by the book. Perfect, everything went as planned with activity and evidence.
Then tucked away there may be a tale or two about a ghost hunt that was successful, even though it required a little bit of luck to complete. We caught what we were looking for but not in the way we planned.
Then, there are ghost hunts we want to forget. No what what we do, they fall off the shelf and hit our memory function at unexpected moments. Perhaps, its the time we knew it wasn’t paranormal but we never found the root cause. If we did we found natural solutions but weren’t sure which one was the real root. Same way as finding the paranormal, we got in over our heads. Not prepared, or no explanation of what was happening.
Sometimes there are events we wished we hadn’t participated in.
We all have stories, you have yours and I have mine. One of my ghost hunts a long, long, time ago I had something happen I couldn’t figure out. A ghost hunter named Tom Turner and myself were on a hunt. We both inadvertently fell asleep around 2 am in the house we were inspecting.
We both work up running out of the house around 3 am, freaked out, not knowing why we were running, except that we were scared to death.
Tom and I never figured out what happened, except that something woke up both up and freaked us out to make us run out of a house at full speed.
I consulted many friends and experts about what might have happened. Although I didn’t know it at the time, through of my diligence and research, I never found the root cause. I kept track of a number of possible suspects, but no matter what I did, no clear cut solution appeared. It has never happened to me again.
If I was able to go back in time, I would have had a vid recorder. I am curious as to what actually happened.
To my credit since then, I have a few successes, learned to use technology, got better at rigor, and using the scientific method in my hunts.
I wonder how many of us have events stored somewhere in our closet memory of stories we can’t forget. Memories that haunt us at times, like mine. Let me know what you think, it might just be me.
Dean