Our Hunted Weekend….Day 2

After a very tasty breakfast, everyone gathered in the back yard relaxing, having our coffee and discussing their experiences at the Holt house. The spirits seem to like Mary and had only showed themselves once to her. However, will have a verity of friends and family who will visit and spend the night over. They are the ones who seem to have the unusual experiences. It will be from strange noises to seeing dark misty shapes to smelling breakfast cooking in the middle of the night.

Day 1

For many of us we are not aware that spirits resides with us. They will live in the background and enjoy the activities the living residents do such as parties and watching tv, listening to music. Has anyone remembered watching “The Christmas Carol” ? Scrooge at one time was at a party and he was enjoying himself watching everyone have a good time. Once in a while a person will find a spirit in the house that will interact with them. This is what Harley and Sally found in their home.

All of our cases are unique. For me each one is a learning experience. Some of these cases are harder to write about then others. This is a case that involved a few of the many innocent children that walk in the spirit world.

It was a cold rainy day when I pull up in front of the old jail annex building in Mudbaden, just outside of Jordan. I haven’t been feeling well in the past few weeks and the gloomy weather hadn’t picked up my spirits very much.

As I sat in my car over looking the building I was reminded of the e mails I received about this building. I even was stopped at the store and was told about this building and the activities that went on. As I observed the building the strongest impression was that of an old person.

It has been a wild spring for Minnesota, cold and wet. And now it’s warmer but it is still wet and the projects that I have wanted to try this year has been beckoning me to start no matter how the weather was.

Well I have a spook in the house. Where he came from I do not know. He may have followed me home from some of the many locations that I have been to. Probably from the Landmark, I have been taking a number of my classes there.

It’s not a major haunting, just enough to let me know he’s there.

I write about are true stories of the supernatural that I personally have experienced. Sometimes there is more to the story then I tell about. With Mothers Day coming up I thought this would be the best time to tell this about this case.

I have been aware for some time now about these spirits. What has prompted me writing about them is some of the articles I have been reading about them. They do not call these poor souls Walking Spirits, they are called “Tramp Souls or Spirits” “Vagabond Spirits” “Restless Spirits” and other not so nice names.

I prefer to call them “Walking Spirits” The American Indians knew about these spirits for centuries. These are spirits that have chosen not to cross over at the time they needed to for what ever reason and wonder the world.

We all have a busy life. Running here or there or hurrying off to work, not to mention the after work activities. We think of the people we love but it seems that we never have time to tell them that we care.

I told you that I had writers block and could not find the words even for a letter to my friends and family back in New York. I haven’t written to them in quite a while but they are always in my thoughts and heart. If only they would know that. But how would they know. To them it’s an out of sight out of mind thing.