We visited the home of one of our researchers in Meriden, CT, on January 9, 2010. She was feeling a presence in her house and wanted to know what it was. This is Part 2 of our story of what occurred during our visit, based on our readings, observations and experiences. For best results, read Part 1 first.
We went into the basement, and Crystal and I began our scan for any lost souls. Most of the basement was surrounded by rock, and it had that familiar musty smell that most basements have. Power tools and the remains of finished and unfinished projects littered the area.
Over towards a wooden door that appeared to lead outside, I tell something was moving. I motioned for Sara and Crystal to come over to where I was.
How many times? How many times? How many times?
Crystal heard this over and over. How many what? I didn’t know, so I made up a number: three. Crystal then heard three, over and over again. I asked who he was, but the only response Crystal received was “how many times.” I tried to get him to stop, and he did for a moment. We asked for his name again, but he wasn’t responding. I asked his age, and he told Crystal he was 52. He also told Crystal that he didn’t know where he was.
How many times?
He started repeating this again. I kept asking questions, and Crystal started saying three. Again and again. Three. Crystal was starting to yell this now – three! We kept trying to discover who he was and why he was there, but it was proving to be difficult. I believed that this spirit may have had some sort of disability when he was alive, which would explain why he had the tendency to repeat things over and over.
My thought: this was not going to be easy.
Julie then came up with an idea – ask him to say his name three times. She spoke her own name three times: Julie, Julie, Julie, and then asked for his name. It worked. He told Crystal his name was Marcus, but not much else. Sara asked if we could call him Mark, and he seemed to be okay with it. And then Crystal said it again.
How many times, how many times, how many times.
I told him the number one, with the hope he wouldn’t repeat things as much. He seemed to get better for a little while, and he gave us some answers that were only spoken once. And then it started again.
One. One. One.
I said, “I don’t know where to go with this.”
One.
Every question we asked, his answer was one. Sara then asked what it was about numbers that he liked.
How many times?
Sara asked, “Is it that you understand numbers?”
No, how many times?
I asked, “What is it you need to know? How many times of what?”
She fell down the stairs.
We asked Mark who “she” was, and he told Crystal that it was his sister. We tried to find out her name, and of course the answer Crystal kept hearing was “one.” As we kept asking, Crystal became more agitated, finally screaming out “one,” for the last time.
His sister’s name was Amber.
Mark was able to tell Crystal that his sister had fallen down the stairs, and Sara asked what had happened to her. Crystal screamed out “She was dead.” As we kept talking to him, he kept retreating on and off into his own head. In between each of Crystal’s outbursts of “how many times” and numbers, we would get small bits of information.
Our next step was to find out if he knew the location of the light. We told him that he would be able to see his sister, and we would help lead him to her. I believed the light was in the basement, and I kept asking if he could see it. Crystal was able to break through Marcus’ attempts to communicate to tell Sara, Julie and I that the light was on the top floor of the house. I then had Mark take my hand, and we left the basement.
Crystal led us into a spare room on the top floor, where she knew the light was located. It was incredibly difficult to get Mark to focus, and I was getting frustrated.
It wasn’t working, and Crystal was becoming more and more agitated.
How many times?
I said two.
I asked him to call for Amber, and to say it two times. We couldn’t get him to call her name, no matter how many times we asked. Still feeling frustrated, I asked Sara for help. Sara told me to ask him to repeat after me. I tried this, and only response was:
How many times?
We told him that Amber knew how many times. Finally, he started repeating her name, over and over.
I asked Mark to stretch his arms out into the light, so he and Amber could touch. I was able to get him to count to two and then established a rhythm with him, hoping he would not lose focus. My plan was to have him to move to this rhythm, and hopefully he would feel Amber’s hands, and walk into the light. After what seemed like an eternity with no progress, he started saying “how many” again. This time, I told him four – four steps. Asking him to move his legs forward, I stepped four times toward the light, over and over, attempting to show him what to do.
He wasn’t moving any closer to the light.
Remembering what happened at Hammonasset, I pushed Crystal slightly, in the direction of the light. He followed, but only enough for his arms to be partially into the energy. Amber was then able to grab his hands. Slowly, he moved forward with his sister’s help, until he was through.
And that was it.
No more times.
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