Poltergeist and fiends– The ongoing investigation of “Charley”

(Charley the spirit)

As some of you may know I have long since been interested in the paranormal and the occult. Hence the reason I started the “paranormal & metaphysical” section of this blog. I have done a handful of investigations (not including those of my own experience) but there is always one that stands out in my mind. Most of my friends already know of this particular story but some still do not.

One night a friend mentioned to me that she feared her house was haunted. I had been to her home many times through the past two years. Thinking back now I can distinctly remember the odd ‘electricity’ in her domain. The energy was mostly depressing, angry, and listless. I always felt heavy and weighed down by the air around me; almost suffocating.

Her statement came of no real surprise to me as I already had a growing suspicion. However, after a month or two we started hearing footsteps, those of someone on her front porch; of course no one was there. The noises became more frequent and the air more pressing and invasive. I grew exited.

Late one night me and my friend had just arrived to her home. we had been out drinking that night. Yet our evening was far from stellar as we ran into her aggressive and angry father. Her dad became red, drunk, and fearsome while attempting to jump onto me for being a bad influence and letting his little girl (age 25) drink. I argued back, standing my own ground as our fight lasted from one town to another even as he tailed my car closely until we reached her house. Then he started over once again, trying to fight me, vanquish me, and scare me. He did nothing but make me angrier. The air had grown quite thicker by the time her dad left the house around 5:00 a.m. and we were more than ready for bed.

The seething air polluted the small lot that her trailer sat on making my stomach ill at ease. We decided to sleep in her bedroom rather than the living room as we normally did. Tossing a small futon mat on the ground with some sheets and pillows, we soon fell into an angered-dreamlike state. The last thing I remember was darkness, a world opaque and black.

Several hours later I awoke in another place, a burnt down house, I could feel the presence of an older man nearby. Delirious and confused I tried helplessly to scramble from the wreckage I was laying stuck in. Debris was all around me while the world seemed to shift from that of a burned down house to my friend’s spare gaming-room. “She’s under the wreckage!” I heard myself think through the foggy haze. I forced myself upward, cutting and bruising my legs with each movement until my body was hunched over the space where I once laid. I began tossing each piece of rubble, some heavy, some small until the fog lifted. The place I was in no longer appeared to be a burnt up old ranch house and the wreckage was just spare-room-boxes and such. Then the presence of the man I had felt the entire time left. he never spoke but I still knew, I had just seen the world through his death ridden eyes.

I felt sorrow for Charley, that’s what I named him, for he had lost his brother or possibly son, in the wreckage of a fire over fifty years ago, possibly more. Yet this only confused me, why would such a torn man act in such mischievous ways? The noises we usually heard were bothersome and childlike. My initial reaction was that there were two spirits, one an older man “Charley” and a small boy.

The next day I woke in my friends’ bedroom laying upside down with my head hanging off of her futon mattress, vaguely I remembered walking back after the spirit left. I nursed my scratches and told my friend what had happened, even checking the spare room to make sure that i hadn’t dreamt it all. There laid the scattered boxes I had thrown while thinking I was stuck in a pile of debries, “Do you think there’s two of them?” I asked her. My friend replied that she had suspected as much and told me of other events that happened in her bedroom while she was trying to sleep at night.

“It feels like someone is walking over me on the bed” she said, “or maybe crawling..sometimes I think it’s the cat but when I look she’s sleeping right in front of me every time. sometimes it feels like he’s playing or bouncing and it really freaks me out.”

Again I wasn’t entirely surprised and carried on with my theory that the two spirits were related, literally. More time passed as the events got worse, I had not been “partially possessed” anymore but the noises and bouncing grew rather bothersome. Even the cat was beginning to get tired of the commotion. So one night we decide to run our own evp session and take some pictures. For two nights we had no luck at all. We filmed, recorded, and shot every moment for those two days and time after time we found ourselves empty-handed.

Finally, on the third night we, in a way, gave up. Me and my friend decided to kick back and have a few beers. Of course a “few drinks” turned into a lot and before we could blink both of us were completely drunk just as we had been the night I had a fight with her father. In one last and drunken attempt I turned my camera on audio and set it in the chair beside me. that night we slept in the living room where the older spirit usually stayed. My friend set up her camera in the trailer’s bedroom. Her camera was set to video and audio. She also turned her stereo on and dialed it to a static filled channel, complete and total dead-air. The white noise was booming and loud yet also soothing as we slept.

Moments after laying down, roughly 5:30 A.M., we fell into a deep drunken slumber. The darkness of my eyelids mixed with the melodic sounds of blank air, aided me on my sleep-filled journey. During the night something woke me, I became parched and thirsty as my hand reached over for my bottle of Dr. Pepper and I took a sip. Upon putting it back I noticed that my camera had fallen over in the chair. I stood it back up and tagged the recording as myself before drifting back to sleep. The next day we woke around 8:30 A.M. we peered around the living room looking for anything out of place. The lid from my friends water bottle had been removed, my drink was where I had left it, the camera still stood.

Nothing happened, I remember thinking dismayed. Then my friend yelled from her bedroom.

“Holy shit dude I think my camera’s broken!” She brought it back into the living room were I sat still waking up. The camera had no sound and the video was  a dark black. We plugged her camera into the computer in hopes that the transfer may still work. Needless to say it did not, the transfer refused and thus, we had nothing.

My fingers were crossed when I reached for my Nikon camera. I would have cried if it too had broken. Luckily it did not and even more so, we had finally struck gold so to speak. We imported the audio and listened closely until we heard the faint sound of a yell. My stomach churned with excitement.

“We caught him we finally caught him!” I yelled. After that I raced home and transferred the sounds into my audio enhancer. I analyzed everything down to any bleedthrough static. I tried to compare sounds to make sure what I heard was truly paranormal. My theory is that the best way to prove something is to try and disprove it. So the end result? Well you’ll just have to listen for yourself!

UPDATE! AFTER THE SECOND INVESTIGATION I MADE A NEW VIDEO FOR ALL OF THE COMBINED FOOTAGE.

This is the original video from the first investigation.

The pictures you see in the video are the original raw JPEG’s, however I have filtered them out and brightend the images for better viewing. If you want to clearly see Charley and the small boy then look here.

Man in Corner –Charley

Man in Corner 2 –Charley

Boy in Box –small boy aka poltergeist

As for my own personal experience with Charley and the boy this goes unwavering, however, my video now proves that her trailer is haunted. Whether its personal or linked to the land I am not sure, I imagine its a mixture of both. I plan to go back with more equipment and gather more footage. I will update this post when I do so.

~ by katsumisugako on June 9, 2010.