Around the beginning of this year (2003) my family and I rented a house.  We are still interested in spirits and continue to take pictures occasionally.  There are a few orbs, among other things…

The basement here is really spooky so we thought there may be spirits in there.  It’s one of the types where you go on your back porch and pull the doors open to a rickety set of concrete stairs.  Wyatt refused to join us, staying inside the back door.  We found nothing down there.  While my fiancé was closing everything up, I still had the camera when Wyatt started yelling, “He went in there, he went in there,” while pointing at the bathroom.  I snapped a picture and at first didn’t see anything.  When we loaded the pics onto the computer, we saw in face in the mirror. (See left)

That ended our pictures, for a while.  I got spooked one night while laying in bed, dozing.  “Get away and leave us alone,” said my fiancé calmly into the stillness.  Right after that, the cat started meowing like crazy.  I asked how he knew the cat was in there and he said, “I didn’t know he was in here, I was talking to the spirit hanging over my head.  I kept feeling it over me.”  Ever since then, Wyatt has talked about “The Man” and checks the ceiling to make sure he isn’t there.  There is also a monster who he says is not “The Man.”  Who knows 2-year-olds, right?