posted on Jul, 26 2015 @ 11:20 PM
Back in the late 1980's, a guy I knew decided to start a "ghost busting" business. That decade gave us two Ghostbuster films, a few Amityville
Horror films, couple of Poltergeist files, and I'm sure several more that I'm forgetting. The point is, awareness of ghosts and haunting was at an
all-time high. It was the perfect time to start such a business. Or, at least, that's what he kept telling me.
There were four guys in the group besides me. I'll call them A, B, C, and D. A was the guy I mentioned before. He was a "sensitive" who could
detect ghosts. He had this psychic act he would do at parties where people would pass him small objects and he'd tell the stories of the object, who
owned it, etc. B was a "sender" who could pass messages to the other side. Sometimes he'd join the act and send secret messages to A at parties.
C and D had the world's largest monstrosity of a shoulder-carried video camera. It was their job to document the ghosts we busted, with hopes of
turning it into a movie or TV special.
My job was to be the "muscle." Since I was a hard-line skeptic who thought ghosts were total BS, my very disbelief would prevent evil spirits from
being able to manifest fully and would greatly reduce a spirit's ability to hurt us. I might drive out evil spirits just by being there. Or, at
least, that was how A put it. Actually, I'd said no such thing about ghosts. My skepticism was about him, that his business idea was BS, etc.
Still, it sounded interesting, so I told him to call me if he got any jobs.
Job #1: It was a standard suburban home with the standard family: husband, wife, two or three kids, maybe a dog/cat. The kids were scared to go into
some rooms of the house, there were strange noises at night, the wife thought the place was haunted, the husband thought the whole thing was BS but
was willing to pay a bunch of college students $50 if it calmed his wife down. We showed up about sundown. A and B made a big show of "scanning"
the house, being sure to agree with the wife that areas she said had shown paranormal activity were indeed "hot spots." C and D pretended to film
the whole thing. I say pretended because I never actually saw any of the video they produced, and I'm not entirely convinced there was ever any film
in that camera. After the family went to bed, we stayed up half the night in the living room drinking beer and watching TV. No ghost activity. In
the morning, A gave the family some BS report, we collected the $50, and drove back to the dorm.
Job #2: Standard home, standard family, standard ghost. The basement was supposed to be the hub of the supernatural activity, so we did our drinking
there. No ghost activity.
Job #3: Standard home, standard family, standard ghost. This time, or perhaps it was on Job #2, it was the husband who thought the house was haunted
and the wife who thought it was BS. No ghost activity.
At this point, I was getting bored, and I begged off the next couple of jobs. C and D quit about this time as well. I think there were a couple of
other guys who helped out for a while, but I never met them.
Job #4: A convinced me to give it another try. Small home on the outskirts of town, little old lady living by herself, a demon haunting the kitchen.
Lady asked that we be sure not to do any busting in the living room next to the recliner, as that was where her dead husband manifested. She would
occasionally enter the room and see him sitting there for a second, or hear him call to her while she was elsewhere in the house. She admitted that
her hearing and eyesight weren't what the used to be, and that she missed him very much, so she was probably just imagining seeing and hearing him,
but it comforted her to think that he was still around. She was very logical and matter of fact about the whole thing. She didn't really think her
kitchen was haunted, but couldn't explain what was going on. According to her, she could be in the living room or another part of the house and hear
things clanging and banging around in the kitchen. When she'd reach the kitchen, everything would be quiet, but she could see activity in the back
yard. The old screen door had rusty hinges and a big rusty spring that was supposed to pull it closed. It made a nasty screech screech screech sound
when opening or closing. After going out, finding nothing in the back yard, and coming back in, she would then hear the back door open and close on
its own, as if something had followed her in from the back yard. Thing is, she could see the door and see that it wasn't opening or closing, even
though she could hear the screech screech screech of the hinges.
This was much more interesting than cold spots or indescribable sounds or the kids refusing to play in certain rooms. We sat in the living room for a
while listening to the old lady share stories about her dead husband. Suddenly, there was a bang clang rattle from the kitchen. We all rushed to the
kitchen to find... nothing. Everything was where it was supposed to be, nothing was disturbed, everything was quiet. The A shouted "Something just
moved past the window!" I hit the back door at a full run, B right behind me. Screech-screech-screech-blam as the door swung open and slammed
against the side of the house. We found nothing out there. B went back inside while I poked around for a bit, looking for a place a teenage
prankster could hide or get through the fence. I started ducking my head to avoid something swooping down at me. I didn't even realize I was doing
it until after the third or fourth time. That's when I realized I knew what was going on.
I went back into the house. The door was still standing wide open. I pulled it closed, screech screech screech, and approached A, B, and the old
lady. "I know what's going on. It's not a demon. It's bats. They're bouncing off the window screens, trying to catch the bugs attracted by
the lights, and that's causing the clanging and banging back here. They fly by the windows really fast, so they're hard to see, but..." That's
when I noticed that nobody was looking at me. They were looking past me at the back door. I heard a slow screech screech screech indicating that the
door was opening. I very carefully turned around and saw that the door was closed and not at all moving, even though I could hear the screech screech
screech of the hinges. I very gingerly approached the door, waited for it to stop making noises, and then opened and closed it a few times. I called
The long rusty spring that was supposed to pull the door closed was sometimes getting hung up in the wooden parts of the screen door. As it pulled
through one coil at a time, it made a screech screech screech noise that sounded just like the rusty hinges. We oiled the hinges, re-mounted the
spring, and hammered in a few nails to bring the screen door closer to square, as I'd done a number on it running into it earlier. We accepted our
$50 and didn't even have to stay the night. For the first time, I actually felt good about this ghost busting thing.
To be continued...