I simply cannot imagine your agony. I think of my own son and his problems and I feel anguish but I know that what I feel is no where near the pain of one who loses a child. My sister lost a very young child to an accident over fifty years ago. I asked her once how she managed to go on, "You just do." is what she told me.

There are no platitudes that will ameliorate your suffering. Only time will take away some of the urgency of your torment, yet it's keen edge will always be but a memory away. My heart and prayers are with you.

Boat, slow shutter. 

As ghost vids go that one is pretty good. Although we don't know what the accident victim looked like to make a comparison. I would like to believe that ghosts can be captured on video, I think that is only going to happen, if at all, on a full spectrum camera. But it doesn't hurt to keep trying. 

OK Jeff, we are gonna hold you to that. And as a quid pro quo, I will do the same, should I ever find myself sinfully wealthy. You will all be invited to come party at which ever "rich guy/gal" venue is closest to you. It's a date kiddies. Oh, and bring all your paranormal detecting equipment because I am only going to buy old haunted estates, but then, aren't they all. We will all share spirits, of one kind or another. Cheers mate!

Sounds perfect to me. I love fishing and Scottish culture. I also believe that enough positive energy can dispel evil, which is why all the haunted houses I have ever lived in have been full of pets, happy friends and plants.

The problem is that A)I don't have that kind of money, and one would still have to build the cottage, B)I wouldn't want to leave all my said pets in quarantine while we built the house, you know, if we had the money to build the house.

But it's nice to think about.

Excellent piece. Thank you.Where I use to live I was in the community as "that strange lady"; I did readings, healings, and investigations. While my work was respected I noticed that some people had a fear of being around me as they assumed I would know every thought they had; their secrets laid bare. While there is a kernel of truth to that situation it still stung. I now live far away and only a handful of people know what I do. I no longer do readings but sometimes I do healings. I still do investigations but always out of town.For me, I think it is part of aging, not having the energy to be marginalized. I would love to have the courage and strength to resume my spiritual life as before. I am an "outsider" in this flyspeck town and to add spooky to it might actually goad some of the supersticious locals to do harm to me or my property. This already happened when I first moved here, kind of like a group stalking thing; punctured tires, ruined lawn tractor, BBQ grill set aflame and laid against the garage. Thankfully the only real damage was to the grill itself which was all but destroyed by the fire. I don't know what kind of accelerant they used but it created an enormously hot fire. These incidents were entirely because I was from away and not welcome in this very small community. You can see why I keep a low profile, imagine what they would do if they thought I was a "witch".

I hope that the paranormal sites keep tabs on this situation. It will be a very interesting experiment.Personally I think it would depend on the what type of haunting is present as to whether the house remains haunted. I am guessing though that at which ever site the haunting is attached to, the activity will increase now that there has been such a disturbance..Good luck to all.

Good for Brian for staying on the horse. I have as yet never had a "dude, run!" moment, but I have been seriously startled and jumped. I also have never had the "demon" experience. (although I have worked with some folks that seemed to eminate true evil.) For someone to have that experience and continue in the field says a lot about fortitude. I would say that confronting a demon more than makes up for "dude, run".

Cats are very smart and they do have souls, or spirits. We had a hand me down cat for several years, her life until we took her was not good. She lived to a good old age and then quietly passed away. Almost a year later I was in the kitchen with our new puppy when she began to bark and fret. She backed up against the cupboard terrified. I turned to see what in the world could have scared her so and there, hanging from the window edge on the storm door was our dear old Sophie, peering in. I looked right at her and she at me and then she was gone, just some frosty swirls on the glass left behind from the cold weather.

I thought at first that it might have been a case of paradoilia but then realized that the puppy had seen the cat too and I saw the cat's bright green eyes. It shook me a little. I never saw her again, but during a psychomantheum session I believe she visited as I clearly felt her moving around my legs in the chamber, in the same peculiar way as she always did.

I was getting ready to get into that corner of society but then I noticed that there really was a lot of stuff to do in order to get one's self fully immersed in that subculture. And frankly I am too old and too poor to really give a shit what the fed knows about my finances.