Paranormal Willy and A Conversation with a Ghost

Hey y'all been a bit since I have caught up with ya , I have been busy moving and this and that , well mostly that . I have been however doing a bit of writing scrambleing to write down the rambleings in my mind and this is one of them. This is all fiction. I have had some really great encounters. I was scratched up in an investigation in Seguin Texas or burnt not sure what it was. I didnt feel it but I was investigating with police officers and true professionals and a Police Chaplin a friend of mine watched it form on my arm and told me about it. He in fact was scratched up too. I wrote this for your pleasure and hope you enjoy. I am one of those people , that if you told me not to touch that red button over there, I would go touch it. I know it sounds bad and after this weekend, I may have been broken of that habit. I was asked to join a group to an investigation in central Texas to an old school house. This was a truly beautiful spot surrounded in white oak trees and mesquites old ones and as big as I have ever seen. The wild life was crazy , every turn you either saw deer, squirrel, armadillo, everywhere. Otherwise it was very quiet. On the back side of the school was the old community cemetary. This was all out 13 miles from the nearest town and that town was very small. The group of paranormal investigators, were quite a lively group, wide eyed and in experianced, this is actually what drew me to them. David a phd was with us he was a skeptic who really wanted to see to believe. Two female wanna be's, Sara and Luna and a couple of tech heads, Rowdy and Andrew with all the electronic whiz training, all the same they were gun ho as I ever seen. Yes they watched plenty of t.v. People as much as I enjoy watching the t.v. programs, ghost hunting in true reality is long and exremely boring. After the initial hunt , then comes the boring watching hours of video and listening to hours of tape. All you really get to see on t.v. is the stars of the program and not behind the scenes. In the old days however we didn't take all the equipment we have nowadays and thats why, we didn't have it. I was lucky to grow up with it. One of my Uncles was called everytime someone had something they thought was a haunting or just something that was scaring them or the kids. I went with him several times but as far as Mom and Dad knew we were rabbit hunting and yes we did that too. He would use dowsing rods which are either made of copper or brass or mesquite limbs. he would also use a powdery substance like gypsum or lime. He would walk into a house stopped or had the clocks removed and the people leave the house he would then herd the enity like you would a stray calf, if there was indeed an enity. One time it was just the old granny hittin the booze little to often. That however is another story. On this particular hunt I had my usual arsenal, video cameras, digital and 35 mm cameras, voice activated recorders, thermal imageing camera, dowsing rods, K2 meters, and digital temperture gun. All of these tools are useless unless you have the experiance useing them, don't expect just to go buy all the equipment and jump head first into it. I have had years of experience and have used it extensively, and still have my moments. If there is something there I generally will catch it. We met up with the caretaker a decendent of the family that owned the property. his name was just simply SP or Espy you just never know out in these small communities. He gave us the tour of the property, we walked the old graveyard a Texas pilgram was laid to rest out there one of the original Texicans who served with Davy Crockett in Tennesse and battled for the independence of Texas a true hero. Some old graves marked with nothing more than a piece of granite rock. If those trees could talk, man the stories they could tell. We made or way to the school house, which was in great condition for it's age. It is a small two room school with a small bunker underneath which was built in case of indian attack to protect children and teacher. Sp told us that the bunker door was stuck and hasn't been open in several years. According to the story the building settled some years back and had been restored. When all this took place the door to the bunker jammed and hasn't been open since. He then added that he would ask us not to try the bunker door as he was unsure what would happen and didn't want us injured. Well like I said If I was asked not to touch that red button. I couldn't wait for Sp to leave so I could trot to the Bunker door. As soon as he left I grabbed my tools and headed straight for it. And as he said it was jammed I tugged and pulled but I am not stupid. I didn't want any of us hurt so I gave up on the bunker. We began our all night investigation after setting up all equipment putting together a table of snacks and drinks and the techies set up thier computers and listening devises and motion detectors. I was very impressed with thier toys, they had several thousand dollars worth of equipment and it was all very cool. Recorders so sensitive that you could here a nat in the next county. Our command center was set up in the techies trailer it was all very cool. The girls headed in first with recorders and digital cameras all was going well until one of the girls jumped I called over a walkie talkie and asked what happened. She explained that she felt as though someone ran fingers through her hair. We began to look around trying to debunk this. But there was no wind at all also there was no type of obstruction that she could have walked into. We took the recorders and Rowdy downloaded the info onto his computer. The girls were asking great questions such as "what year is it ?" , " what is your name ?"," How many of you are here ?" After each question they allowed plenty of time for an answer. We heard nothing until the last question "How many are here ?" we had a class A electronic voice phenomena when a voice replied "three in the bunker" We jumped back, I don't care how many times I hear an e.v.p. it always raises the hair on the back of my neck and a chill up my spine. This was so clear and with Rowdy's equipment just made it awesome. Still Dave the skeptic was trying to debunk it, he was looking for other voice recorders. Trees rubbing the outside of the building anything. He walked into the trailer scratching his head, I asked " So Dave what do ya think ?" He replied " I guess we need to check out that bunker " " Hell yea lets check it out!" I ran to truck grabbed a crow bar and a hammer and my jack. We tried prying it up first, we could get it to move a little. But it wasn't until I grabbed the jack and placed a log between it and the wall. Dave was pulling at the door when it all of a sudden flew open and a gust of musty wind came out along with it. We looked at each other with this look of ok now its open and who goes first, of course I jumped at the chance I went in and Dave was right behind me. The door slammed shut behind us with such a force that the door was bowed. Dave turned and pushed on it, but it was jammed again. Everyone outside was pulling. I was screaming instructions out how to use the jack. We figured we would look around while they were getting it opened. I had my recorder going and had a digital camera. The bunker was bigger than I had expected it was nearly as big as the school house . You could tell that it hadn't been open. There were old crates and what appeared to be an old table. I started asking a few questions such as " who's here with us ?" David asked "are you sure you want to do that while we are locked in here ?" I asked if he was scared because " if you are, that would mean that your eyes are opening to the paranormal and we surely can't have that" in my usual smartass tone. That got me a look like kiss my ass. Or I will deal with you later. Either way I enjoyed it. I grabbed my digital camera out of my vest and began taking pictures. The flash would light up the room. After each picture we would look to see if there was anything there. Then it all changed an eerie feeling came over the room. Then suddenly on a flash a face. Dave who was over my shoulder gasp. I asked with a shakey voice "who's there ?" I could barely hear with my own ears," me", "whats your name ?"," William". I looked at Dave he was pale faced and freaked out. "Are you alright?" I asked . He looked at me with a half cocked grin. He asked " why are you here ?" And I could'nt make out the answer but there was something said I looked at Dave with a question look and he said "he asked if this was heaven?" I looked back in the corner it is pitch black dark, turned on my flashlight and a shadow appeared and haze began to form. Dave came around me and walked toward the corner when I heard " stop" Dave stopped in his tracks grabbed a crate and sat down. Then bagan our conversation with a ghost. The sounds outside the door were loud and frantic trying to get us out . I went to the door and told them to stop. There was just enough room at the bottom of the door for me to ask Rowdy to give me his recorders with the speakers so we could more clearly hear and to stop the rescue for now. Dave was still asking questions and getting answers. When Rowdy returned, I quickly grabbed the leads from under the door set up the small recorder with a small speaker which was all we could fit through the opening. I could hear Dave ask " you said you were three ?", "yes wife and son". I asked " How did you end up here?" Through the speakers we could hear "dead"." So you know your dead, when did you die and how? " " Thief and he is here" " But you said you were three" " yes ". We were exhausted, the energy being drained from us. There was a wicked feeling coming over me . As if we were being watched behind us , I felt very uneasy and asked " is there someone behind us?" " yes son...thief" It all started to make sense , Was this a murder suicide ? "Did your son kill you and your wife for money?" " Yes and I killed him". "Evil" " your son he is evil ?" "Yes" " Is he trying to harm us ?" "Yes". I looked at Dave , he wasn't well at all. I knew we had to get out of there I told Rowdy to get busy " we need out of here NOW!" I realized that the son was holding us captive he controlled the door. Dave stood up made his way to me and said he had an idea. I was shocked to see Dave reach in his coat and pull out a pistol. My first thought was this is not a good idea. He said in harsh loud voice, "Young man do not make me use this, it is time you let your parents cross over and stop holding them hostage here. Rowdy called me to the door,he said he was attaching a rope to the door to my truck and was pulling it open he passed the rope through and I weaved it back through to him. I looked back to the corner and said " I want you to know that I will help you cross over I will bring back help." I turned around to where the son was and said "If you don't let us go I will bring back a preacher and he will send you to where you belong" I heard the truck start up and with a huge WHAM the door flew open, and the girls screamed its open. I grabbed Dave and we made our way out of the door just in time for it to slam shut. I reached down and pulled the cables out attached to the microphones and speakers. Rowdy was standing there and I thanked him for getting us out." I never moved" he said. We collected the equipment and left . The next day was anxious to hear our conversation with William. I met Rowdy at his shop and we went over the recordings only to find there was nothing there. A couple of weeks passed and I wanted to go back with my friend a local chaplin to see if we could help William and his family cross over. I contacted SP and asked if I could come do another investigation. He said the school had burned to the ground a fire had started and took the school with it, a grass fire had started from someone tossing a cigarette. There were three bodies found under the school. Looked as though they had been there several years. I hope that William and his wife found peace and well for the son maybe the flames found him. The good lord works in mysterious ways. Since that time I take my friend the chaplin when I go in search of other Williams. As for Dave well he still goes with me from time to time. He is there to let me know to not be that red button guy. And I am there to let him know if he wants to bring his pistol fine by me. Just don't be shooting up the place.