Things got rather intense for a couple months.
A spirit medium lady, whom I hadn’t seen in a year, had been over to visit a few times. I will call her “Eve”.
One night, when Eve was at my house, we decided to watch one of our favorite movies. My TV is in my bedroom. We were seated on a sofa along one wall, while Kiani was curled up on the bed, playing with her tablet.
We were halfway through the movie when the ceiling light started to flicker and then switched on. We both looked at the light in surprise, then at each other.
Eve’s eyes turned in the direction of the doorway.
“Someone is here with us,” she said.
I stood up and grabbed my spirit box and Ovilus, and she asked me if I had something she could use as a pendulum. I handed her an opalite necklace of mine, then sat back down, while she stood near the doorway.
My cats, who had been laying on my bed, jumped down and walked to me, then sat at my feet. I found this interesting.
“Albert,” the spirit box said. We made note of this and then I turned it off, so we could concentrate without the static of the spirit box.
Eve held one hand out, palm-up, and held the pendulum over it.
“If there is someone here who’d like to speak with us, we are here to listen,” Eve said. “You can move this pendulum for us,” she continued. “Circle for yes, back and forth for no. Is there someone here?”
“Were you the one who turned on the light?”
“Are you a guide?”
“Are you here because you like this house?”
“Do you feel safe here?”
“Are you here a lot?”
“Are you just passing through?”
“Did you turn on the light to get our attention?”
“I get this feeling he is an older spirit,” she told me. “Possibly from the Revolutionary War. His energy is playful. He has a good sense of humor and an infectious grin. I keep seeing these long socks in my head.”
I grinned at this, as I was familiar with colonial clothing.
“Is this Weston?” I asked.
“British. Slain,” said the Ovilus.
“Were you alive during the Revolutionary War? When the Americans fought the British?”
“Were you a soldier?”
“Is your name Albert?”
“He won’t come into the room. I wonder why,” Eve said.
“Why won’t you come into the room? Does the incense burning bother you?” we asked him.
Eve’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I know!” She addressed the spirit again.
“The reason you won’t come into this room… is it because it’s improper to enter a woman’s bedroom?”
This made sense, as cultural etiquette was different in the 1700s than it is now.
“Let’s try walking out to the living room and kitchen,” Eve said.
I handed Eve my K2 meter (EMF detector), and Kiani and I followed. I left the Ovilus behind and took my phone along, which has an application on it meant for spirit communication.
(A lot of ghost hunters might scoff at using a phone app, but I’ve had accurate responses to situations and encounters using one. This, in my opinion, is because spirits are made of energy, which has been proven to affect electronics. In fact, two of my spirit guides (whom I finally made contact and conversed with) both use my phone to get my attention or to “talk” with me. One has been pulling my attention to my phone for four years at precise times having to do with elevens (a female teacher guide) and the other (a male protective guide; the cowboy) has been pulling my attention to forty-fours since the day Weston dropped a penny on Kiani’s head. They also communicate strongly with me while using my tarot app. A skeptic observing this would be speechless.)
As Kiani and I stepped out into the living room and toward the kitchen, the spirit app said, “Dinner serving.”
I couldn’t help laughing at this as I instantly got the joke from Albert. That’s quite the table over there. When are you serving dinner? (My table is rather unusual-looking, but I love it.)
We moved around the room a bit more but got nothing on the K2 meter.
“He’s not here anymore,” said Eve. “I feel like he’s gone downstairs to explore. He’ll be back. Also,” she added, “he’s a little mischievous, this guy. He loves to laugh, and don’t be surprised if some things go missing and turn back up quickly. That would be something he would find amusing.”
I laughed. “Gotcha,” I replied. Then, “Well, want to finish that movie?”
We didn’t hear any more from him the rest of the night, but I have no doubt that he stuck around for a couple days.
Being an empath, I have a way of soaking up emotions around me. For two days after this incident, I found myself in a silly, goofy mood, always cracking smartass jokes at anyone around me. It was not unusual for me, but unusual to be that way consistently for two days.
Thanks for that, Albert! We all need a reminder to not take things so seriously.
Enjoying my stories?
Don’t miss out! Stay current with my writing by…
👻 Receiving email updates.
To do this, scroll to the top and click the menu icon (three little black lines). Then scroll down to “FOLLOW GHOSTS LIKE BACON VIA EMAIL”.
👻 Follow my Facebook page at