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  <h1>Stories: David</h1>
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<b>From: Elena Gillespie &lt;egillesp@uv1.im.med.umich.edu&gt;</b>
Date: Wed, 26 Oct 1994 16:37:45
Story-type: Haunting
Location: Detroit MI, U.S.A.
Source: Email Submission
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THIS STORY IS TRUE.  Not one item about it has 
been changed or exaggerated. I have related it exactly as it occurred to me.
<p>
Due to a paranormal experience that happened to me about five years ago, I 
spent two years as an apprentice to a psychic.(What do you think, we're all 
born this way?)  I'm really a normal person, other than this particular 
eccentricity, I work in medical research, and I'm actually quite happy at it.
But that's another story.
<p>
It seemed like, frequently, that whenever we would have a lecture in class on a 
particular topic, I would have a practical problem presented to me through no 
effort on my part, and very little option available to me as to whether I 
wanted to turn it down.  It was almost like having a laboratory to the lecture, 
only in metaphysics.  Very weird.
<p>
We had had a lecture on ghosts (entities, as they're known in the trade) and what 
to do about them.  I remember being buggy and disinterested in class, thinking 
that I would never have a practical use for this stuff.  I just figured nobody 
got haunted anymore.  I came to find out differently that very weekend.
<p>
That Friday I had taken off from work as a vacation day, intending actually 
just to hang out and do nothing. An older friend of mine dropped by, and off 
the cuff asked me out to dinner.  During dinner, he mentioned that he would 
like to visit his daughter and her family, who lived in an older section of 
Detroit.
<p>
He mentioned that his daughter had since remarried, but that she had had a bad 
time the last 2 years. Apparently, her first husband, David, had become 
increasingly mentally unstable, with the usual scenario of threats, physical 
abuse, kidnapping the kids, the whole nine yards.  Sounded like a fun guy.  She 
managed to finally divorce him, but as you can guess, this only escalated the 
situation.
<p>
His enduring fixation was his son, who just now was turning 3 years old.  
Attempts to kidnap him and/or threaten to kill the child and himself were 
things they had to deal with everyday. Police and injunctions proved 
irrelevant. He was finally diagnosed schizophrenic and hospitalized a number of 
times. There wasn't anything that had much effect on him. The whole thing 
finally culminated in his breaking into their house one day while they were not 
there (they were supposed to be, of course), putting a .44 magnum in his mouth 
and pulling the trigger.  End of story.
<p>
Or so I thought.  When we arrived there, the house was in a uproar. The house 
itself was one of those huge houses they used to build in the suburbs of big 
cities that was so big that it had been split into a duplex.  Nothing 
particularly creepy, just lots of wood, cabinet space, 2 floors and an attic.
Maybe built in the 20's.
<p>
The neighbor(next door) had just that morning left the house in her 
nightclothes.  She had left all her belongings, including her kids, inside the 
house, and absolutely refused to go back.(She left her kids? Sounds like the 
elevator doesn't go all the way to the top with that one, I thought.)  She said 
she had seen a blond longish-haired man at the top of the stairs.  The main 
problem, however, is that he had a hole in his head. A big hole.  With his eyes 
all sunken back and what looked like blood all over him.
<p>
Apparently, this had not been the only occurence, only the last in a long list 
of incidences.  The little boy claimed to have seen his father a number of 
times, next to his bed, always at night.  Things had been broken, as if thrown, 
and worse still, small fires had broken out under mysterious circumstances. In 
one instance, a portrait of Elvis had been torn off the wall and thrown across 
the room, shattering the glass and leaving holes in the wall.  Apparently her 
ex had been incredibly jealous, but I couldn't say I blamed him on that one.
The family was in a panic.  They were planning to move, but could not move 
yet. (I would have been out of there so fast I would have broken records.)  The 
Catholic priest the daughter had just talked to had just laughed at her when 
she said she needed an exorcist and hung up on her.
<p>
Suspecting what was going on,the daughter had taken a picture of David to the 
neighbor, who was at a hotel.  The woman went into hysterics and had to be 
taken to the ER and sedated. It was the same man, of course, just without the 
ventilation job he'd done on his head.
<p>
She asked me if somehow I knew of anyone who could remove this whatever this 
was.  Oh, for Pete's sake, I thought, somebody up there really has a sense of 
humor.  Well, yes, I told her, fully intending to recommend her to my teacher. 
I really had no intention of getting involved with this.  I was just a student, 
and this was not my specialty, anyway.  It sounded to me like this guy was dead 
serious (sorry) and far more powerful than I wanted to mess with.  My teacher 
had impressed this on us.  You had better know what you are doing, and be 
completely confident in your ability.  I was not convinced that I was either 
one.
<p>
I was about to give her my teacher's card when she told me that there had been 
further complications.  Her little boy had come to her after a nap that 
afternoon in hysterics, bleeding from the mouth or gums.  He gave a garbled 
story about his father wanting him to go with him and the child refusing to go 
back in his room for any reason. (Showed the most sense I'd seen in the family 
yet.)
<p>
That did it.  I reasoned that if this a------ had this much balls, then there 
was no accounting for what he might do between now and the time my teacher 
could get out there so I was sort of beholden to do something NOW.  Great.
I'm shaking just remembering this story, so bear with me.
<p>
One of my strongest abilities lies in feeling (sensing) the presence of 
spiritual entitities. It's kind of like passing a magnet through iron filings, 
I just kind of get oriented towards it.  So I knew I would be able to locate 
him, the big question, of course was removal.
<p>
The power to do these things exists in the mind, which can be as powerful or 
weak as you tell it to be.  Building up the energy and keeping it pumped up can 
be difficult, and I had never applied it to this kind of problem before.  
However the thought of that little boy being harmed forced me to try.
<p>
The trick is this.  Essentially, what you do is try to make it as uncomfortable 
for the entity to continue "living" there, and then persuade it to go "to the 
light".  At this point, it has to make it's own choice as to whether it should 
"go across" or whether it wants to stay here.  Sometimes, they just don't know 
they're dead.  Other times they are so bound to unfinished business that they 
stay to finish it, like this guy was.  The fact that this guy was severely 
mentally disturbed when he died didn't help my confidence levels any.
<p>
The first thing we did was have a prayer vigil in the kitchen while I went 
around and mentally covered everything with ultraviolet light.  This is God's 
color and He is Light, so nothing can penetrate such a shield. I covered 
everything, the house and family, the pets, the appliances, their cars, all of 
it.  We then went down to the basement (which was open to both apartments) and 
blessed all the doors and windows, ALL of them with olive oil in Jesus' name.  
Whether you believe in Him or not, he was one extremely spiritually powerful 
person, and negative entities DON'T like Him, and cannot withstand Him.
So we went through the entire house, both sides, laboriously blessing every 
door, window and mirror in the house.  All the while I was building up the 
energy to make the place as light filled as possible.
<p>
The place seemed "cool" to me in the basement even though it was kind of old 
and creepy.  But as we went farther and farther upstairs, the I started feeling 
more and more aware of the "energy" being pulled into the attic.  I knew where 
he was and he definitely knew where I was, and that I was coming to get HIM.  I 
was fervently hoping he'd split before I got there.  But the thought of that 
little boy really forced me to stay with it.
<p>
How can you tell this without sounding crazy?  I'd come to the conclusion that 
I had come there that day for a reason, and to just go with it.
The sense of "presence" was strongest of course in the little boy's room, which 
had a trapdoor in the ceiling up to the attic.  The whole front of my body was 
tingling, particularly my face and nose.  I could palpably sense the misery, 
hatred and insanity from just above me.
<p>
How I managed to get up there and that trap door open I have no idea.  I was 
running on adrenaline but I really wasn't frightened.  I had gathered my guides 
and angels around so tightly I think I nearly glowed in the dark. At this point 
I think I really was in an altered state.
<p>
Something fell or flew from somewhere and landed at my feet.  It was a 
headless, naked child's doll.  I remember thinking coolly, how cliche'.  At 
another level I was wondering how I had gotten myself into this.
In the corner was absolute blackness, and what I was looking for, this I KNEW.
Someone began speaking.  I realized it was me.
<p>
"Now, David, you know that you really have no place here.  You're dead, and 
your family needs to go on with their lives, particularly your little boy.  Let 
go, David, I know you're miserable, let go and go to the light.  There is peace 
there, wouldn't you like that?  My guides and angels are here to take you 
there, go with them.  This house is completely protected now, everything, and 
I'm sure it's very uncomfortable for you.  If you don't go, you know who I'll 
invoke, so go with them."
<p>
Ultimately, my feeling for this poor lost soul was one of pity, I cannot 
express to you the level of misery and pain it existed in.
<p>
Suddenly, I got a sense of release of tension, almost like a wind blowing, and 
the room became  somehow less menacing, less dark.  I stayed there for a minute 
longer, just until I was sure I wouldn't fall down the ladder trying to get 
down.  My analytical mind kicked in, and responded by wanting to pass out.
When I came back down, I just told the family that he was gone, but that they 
would have to believe that he was gone, and reinforce that daily, or all my 
lightwork would disintegrate and he would come back.  That's the thing about 
this kind of work.  If they don't go "to the light", and you don't reinforce 
your shields, they can come back.
<p>
They had no more problems in that house for quite some time, although I had 
heard from a friend later that David did come back, so he still has not found 
peace. The neighbor never set foot in her house again.  
<p>
So you said you wanted a ghost story.  There you are.  Sometimes I wonder if it 
actually happened, and uncomfortably the answer is always the same.  Other 
strange things have happened to me as a psychic student, and the thing is, I'm 
not even half trained yet.  Makes me wonder what's next.
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Elena Gillespie
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