Catoctin Furnace

This past Saturday we (investigating group) were scheduled to investigate a home in Catoctin, MD. The owners of the house had taken over the home when their great grandfather died and had been renovating it to bring it up to their standards. They kept feeling that he was there and honestly, they just didn't want him there. He had been an angry man throughout his life and had not treated them very kindly. His being there gave them the willies.

We arrived and sat down with the family. Nice people who really just wanted to see that their great grandfather was at peace. We walked the property and found a gravestone that was flat to the ground in their backyard. None of them had ever realized it was there. The writing on it was not legible...looked very old. We then took base line readings of the energy of the house and set up some recorders and one of us was taking photos and one had a camcorder with night vision.

I chatted with the great grandson and gave him a description of what this great grandfather looked like and he said I had described him to a T. We all felt that he had something to say or he wouldn't be hanging around so we gave him the chance to speak. Deb Robinson of Bridges@Beyond was accompanying us on this investigation and she had with her a ghost box or spirit box that uses radio waves for spirit to pick up on and form words from. Don't ask me how it works. I am technically challenged on most things but somehow it does work. At first, I was skeptical of it and the noise of it bothered me. It's like a radio that keeps flipping channels every second and it was annoying but the more you listened to it the more you got used to it and we let it roll.

Great Grandpa came through and said he wanted to apologize and he told his family he loved them. Quite moving to say the least and I asked if he felt he was ready to go to the other side and he said "yes". Then we moved on to asking questions about who was buried in the backyard and I kept hearing my name through the box. The grandson was seated next to me and he turned to me and said "I keep hearing your name"....well, so did I. Then I asked the name of the person buried in the backyard and we heard several times the name 'Annie". I was like..oh great! Its a woman and her name is Annie. Then I heard the name John and my heart froze. I suddenly realized that this wasn't someone buried in the backyard but actually a very good friend of mine named Annie who had died in 1996 of breast cancer. John was her brother that I dated for quite a while and almost married. I burst into tears....it was her voice! She then told me that she missed me and "its ok". I think she is referring to the fact that I have lost touch with her son. He was only six when she passed and I'm afraid if I contacted him now he would think "who is this crazy lady!". But, I suppose she's ok with it.

After my outburst of "I love and miss you too Annie!" we circled round and opened a doorway to heaven for grandpa to leave from. His family admitted afterwards that they felt him leave. Things have been much quieter there since we left.

I feel so blessed to have heard from my friend Annie. Out again tonight to deal with another family's night terrors. Blessings....