In 2005, my mother and I created our ghost hunting team. At that time, we used to call us hugs, which were standing for trees? Later, we launched ourselves at twelve o’clock in the o’clock and then – when we became more than rational investigators – phenomenon research. I decided to start sharing ghost hunting memories with my mother on this blog .. The first that I decided to share is very funny and I think I really explain the dynamic I conducted during the investigations, and in daily life as well.
There are not many people who can say that they spent a later teenager and early twenties in the last century searching for a paranormal with their mother, and I feel lucky to be able to say this because it certainly led to some wonderful memories.
There was a very close location from the house we achieved with our ghost hunting group on several occasions, and some very strange things have occurred here that I cannot find a decent interpretation (this does not mean that there is no one, of course). In fact, we were the only supernatural research organization that was granted access to this site in the trustees. We felt that we were trustworthy enough to get the keys.
I cannot tell you where he is (I do not want to betray that confidence) but it was a building from the Victorian era with narrow stairs, and the cruises of Tuesty, and higledy-piggledy Rooms. There were recent renovations that were conducted on the public areas of the building, but when it ventured with the signs of “lack of access”, it was sometimes like the retreat in a timely manner. It was great and frightening, and even when the site was recently reviewed as an unbelievable, I was still ready when walking in the small stairs to the headlines.
It was not customary for our group to be divided into two teams and investigating different parts of the building at the same time. On this particular day, we did this completely and my mother took a team of about eight people in the cellar, while she led a team of similar number in a different area of ​​the building. Usually we stay in place for 30 minutes or so before reasseming its ranks, but on this occasion, in the direction of our session in any specific room we were in, we were surprised when my mother came to join us.
We followed with our possibility (which is mainly involved in sitting in the dark and asking questions from time to time, such as “Is there anyone here?”, “Please tell us that you are here by showing yourself or making noise”. When we were walking towards the kitchen, my mother gave me this look that always means that she has something funny to share it.
“Why did you leave the basement early?” I asked, and I laughed. It turned out that she was expelled from her vigil for laughter. The group that led it to the basement later will continue to create their own paranormal research team and on that day, when they arrived at the basement, they decided to hold a chanting session. This was not a technique that our team used, but the number of my mom was exceeded and decided to allow them to move forward and try it.
Their assumption was that if they all stood in a circle and grabbed their hands, and they were all of the same hesitation, this would enable any ghosts to communicate with them. So, trying to the best thing to be open about everything, my mother joined the circle and caught the neighboring people, but found that when it came to fat, she could not whisper because she might feel laughing at her throat. My mother did this embarrassing thing that any of us does when we try not to laugh and remain calm, trying to swallow laughter. However, when the group changed the tinnitus stadium, my mother could not keep her anymore and started laughing.
Once she started laughing, she could not stop, and they had to stop their chanting circle so that my mother could leave the basement, and laugh all the way to the main landing. I think this did not surprise us when this group of people finally left our investigation team and created their own. I have a feeling that they are still ventured in places that were said to be inhabited and stand in circles, and they chant and tinnish. I think that if you are listening closely, you might also hear my mother laughing gently.
