MY FAMILY AND I LIVED IN A HAUNTED HOUSE

Our Haunted House

(Photo Credit: JC “Jeanie” Cooke-Fredlund, Author and Paranormal Researcher)

Years ago, back in 1973, to be exact, my childrens’ father and ex-husband and I decided to relocate back to our hometown of Mankato, MN.  We looked at several houses, but this one really caught my eye as well as my fascination with history.  It was a partially remodeled home that had been built in the late 1800s.  It is the house that I referred to in my Forever Nearby article titled, “We’re Definitely Not Alone.”

It was while residing in this house that my (then child, son) experienced the terrifying presence of Shadow People in his bedroom.)   Today, my son is an adult with a family of his own, yet he continues to attest to the fact that his experiences with “A Shadow Man” definitely occurred.  Of course, I didn’t take his reports seriously at the time, but I believe, in retrospect, that NOT coincidentally, my son’s then severe asthmatic problems all but completely dissipated once we left that house.  His experiences with the paranormal were not the only ones our family experienced during our five years living there.   It was our personal experiences that served to trigger my adult interest in the paranormal.

Yes, the house possessed plenty of old time charm, but I was happy to move out five years later.  I also believe that, (NOT coincidentally) no one has remained in the house longer than five years before or since!

The house to which I refer (pictured above) is located at 619 N. 4th St. in Mankato, MN, but is a private residence and so trespassers are not welcome.

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BIG BAY POINT LIGHTHOUSE in MICHIGAN

BIG BAY POINT LIGHTHOUSE in MICHIGAN

During 2008, we visited the Big Bay Point Lighthouse in Michigan. It is said to have a ghost that roams and the story of that haunting is below; from About.com.

I decided to go out around 5:00 a.m. and shoot the sunrise over the lake. I had the distinct feeling that I was being watched from behind me, so I took a couple of early morning shots while it was still somewhat dark. The orb seen in the yard behind me explained my eerie sensations:

“Location: On Lake Superior, Michigan
When built: 1896

Big Bay Point Lighthouse Bed and Breakfast

Big Bay Point Lighthouse Bed and Breakfast

The haunting: This stately brick lighthouse might be haunted by the ghost of H. William Prior, who was the facility’s first keeper. According to Big Bay Point Lighthouse History by Jeff and Linda Gamble, “Prior was despondent after the death of his son and on June 28th he disappeared into the woods with his gun and some strychnine. It was feared that he had gone off to kill himself, and a subsequent long search failed to find him. Mrs. Prior and her family left Big Bay on October 22, 1901 to live in Marquette. Over a year later, the following entry was made in the station log:”

Mr. Fred Babcock came to the station 12:30 pm. While hunting in the woods one and a half mile south of the station this noon he found a skeleton of a man hanging to a tree. We went to the place with him and found that the clothing and everything tally with the former keeper of this station who has been missing for seventeen months.

It’s said that the ghost of the red-haired Mr. Prior is occasionally seen on the property and may be responsible for the unexplained slamming of doors. Today, Big Bay Point Lighthouse is a bed and breakfast.” (About.com)

SACHS COVERED BRIDGE at GETTYSBURG BATTLEFIELD, PENNSYLVANIA USA

I have to admit that being a ghost hunter can be scary. Especially when hunting in an environment that has been well-documented as being haunted. Often times the best of these environments (eg. the most fertile for locating spirits) are areas where there have been one or more deaths. At Gettysburg there’s been thousands and thousands who’d tragically died there.

I’d wanted for years to tour Gettysburg so I contacted my old high school best friend who now resides in Pennsylvania. My husband and I wanted to tour Gettysburg, PA, and Kathy lives just twenty miles away from the battlefield there. Ralph wasn’t really interested in a paranormal investigation (he’s the more “level-headed” of the two of us, but I knew Kathy would be up for it.

Kathy and I met two paranormal investigators from the Mason-Dixon Paranormal Society at 9:30 p.m. in the town of Gettysburg. We then followed the two investigators in Kathy’s car, out to an area on the edge of the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of men died in the area we were visiting during the Civil War. Many of them perished at the bridge site where we were headed.

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On this photo, my girlfriend is walking ahead of me onto the bridge. Notice the large white orb just above her head up ahead of her.

Approaching Sachs Bridge after dark.

Approaching Sachs Bridge after dark.

From the time we entered the bridge I experienced a ‘creeped-out’ sensation. We used some of the investigator’s tools in an attempt to communicate with any spirits near us. We experienced the flashlight going on and off as we asked the spirits there to do. It was eerie.

The most eerie part of the night for me were the numerous photos I shot in the completely black darkness. For completely black darkness is not what we saw on the photos we’d just shot!

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This is NOT what we saw as we looked out over the river . . . only pitch, black darkness . . . so thick that you could have cut it with a knife. Yet, the above picture is what the ominous night revealed to my Nikon Camera.

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“No orbs could be seen with the naked eye.”

But my camera revealed something in one of my hundreds of photographs I had not noticed until after we’d returned home. Something I found somewhat startling. If you look to the left of this photo, near the far end of the bridge, you will notice a large cloud of red mist covering a man’s head and a woman rushing to him from across the opposite side of the bridge. (I am hoping that you will be able to make it out as well as I could when I enlarged it.)

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I must admit that Sachs Bridge was an eerie place to tour, and I was relieved to return to Kathy’s home that night.

(Wikipedia reports the following: People have reported residual haunting in the form of battle amidst a mysterious, sudden fog near Sachs Covered Bridge.)

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HAUNTED SHELF ROAD, CRIPPLE CREEK, COLORADO USA

High up in the Rocky Mountains there sits a tiny mining town, known as Cripple Creek, Colorado. Just outside of Cripple Creek is a dirt trail known as “Shelf Road” (its set back a bit behind the town of Cripple Creek.)

Back in the gold rush days, this [so-called] road was a rocky, steep and narrow dirt trail that was traveled by hundreds upon hundreds of stage coaches and wagons. Those coaches and wagons were filled with countless folks hoping to fulfill their dreams of getting to the mine in Cripple Creek where they were determined to strike-it-rich.

My husband and I are history-buffs/adventurers and were incredibly excited to find this road/trail. Many hundreds of people died traveling this (and many other parts of the Rocky Mountains) as it has changed very little since that time [not much wider than a driveway].

It is still very steep, rocky and very treacherous. (Having traveled it ourselves, we don’t recommend that anyone try to drive it unless you have a four-wheel drive vehicle and not in the face of impending rainy or stormy weather due to the fact that the mountain canyons can (and do) fill with rushing flash flood waters in a matter of minutes.)

We’d driven a long way down Shelf Road and I had my truck window down so that I could touch the rocks just inches away from me. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, I could hear the laughter of two small children. Their laughter danced down over the rocks as if they were playing and giggling at the same time; enjoying themselves immensely not very far above us.

I strained my neck to gaze up toward the tops of the rocks – steep, vertical rocks that went straight-up at a ninety degree angle from the ground; enormous rocks that I could reach out our RAM truck window and touch (the trail is so narrow). But, low and behold, there was absolutely no one there! (There was no way anyone could’ve accessed the area above us without elaborate, professional rock climbing equipment – sheer limestone cliffs that both towered over one-hundred feet above us and that dropped over one-hundred feet beneath us greeting us in that and in many other spots!)

At first I thought it was just some traveler’s children, but then I realized that there was absolutely no one for miles and miles from where we were. Sometime later and while processing the strange occurrence we’d just experienced, I realized that the echoing sound of the children’s laughter, had embodied a haunted-sounding ring to it.

Shelf Road, Cripple Creek, Colorado

Shelf Road, Cripple Creek, Colorado

Shelf Rd, Cripple Creek, CO

Shelf Rd, Cripple Creek, CO

Shelf Road
Shelf Road in Cripple Creek

Shelf Road in Cripple Creek

Scary Shelf Road outside CC CO

Scary Shelf Road outside CC CO


The experience touched me deeply as I could hear the pure, elated joy in the children’s laughter yet realized that they had to have met with a tragic demise there more than a century ago; during the old gold rush frenzy that took so many innocent lives.

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(Noteworthy: While driving deeper and deeper into the canyon, it was a bit cloudy and I kept experiencing this heavy foreboding feeling that it was going to flood-out – the way that mountain canyons sometimes do. One month later, a disastrous flood occurred in Colorado during which many people and animals lost their lives. In fact, we learned later that because it is such a deep canyon, many people choose not to travel Shelf Road at all.)


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The comprehensive answer to this question has been the root-cause of arguments among humans for centuries.  Oddly enough, something like 99% of the time, this root-cause was never even suspected, let alone explored and/or understood.  As a result of this root-cause, many people have been accused of lying when they were not.  In fact, it would be safe to say that the answer to this question has undoubtedly caused more communication difficulties than any other single root-cause!  The root-cause to which I refer lies in the deepest definition of the word “reality”.  The psychological definition, if you will.

An excellent example is the fact that when there has been a homicide committed with several witnesses present, each witness must be interviewed individually, oftentimes, more than once.  For, like it or not, one person’s reality is not the same as reality of the same situation for another individual.  The reason for this lies in the fact that while the word “reality” is defined as a “definite” or as an “absolute” (i.e. “That is exactly what happened – I know because I saw it with my own two eyes!”)  Homicide investigators understand that as days pass-by, memories (realities) of the tragic event can suddenly be restored to a witness’ conscious mind (as if out-of-nowhere).  However, it is not always memory that causes one individual’s sense of reality to differ from that of another witness of the same event. There is another cause of the fact that two witnesses of the same event may experience that event altogether differently.

One cause of this complicated fact is that there are numerous dynamics that play-into each individual’s sense of “reality”.  Just to list a few (and I will use myself as the subject here):

  • Emotion:  What emotional state might I have been in when the event occurred?  Emotions are extremely powerful and thus can easily affect our perception of any situation;
  • Past Traumas:    Do I have a history that includes past trauma/s?  Trauma from my past experiences affects my perception of my present day experiences (the source of post-traumatic syndrome which many people believe can result only from war.  Not true!  PTSD results from any experience that was traumatic for the individual; including beatings and other forms of past physical abuse, childhood sexual abuse, and the list goes on.)
  • Psychic Abilities: If one person possesses psychic abilities their perception of what occurred in any given situation is likely to differ considerably from that of another witness to the same event (often missed by people who because of their superstitions that psychic abilities are not valid).
  • Social and Relationship History:  Whether my past experiences in relationships with other people have been positive or negative, affects my perception of my experiences today!
  • Mental Health: Whether or not I am suffering from mental illness such as depression, anxiety, etc. will also have an impact upon my perception of my experiences in my everyday life.

This a list of just some of the psychological baggage that every living person carries with us during our waking hours every single day of our lives.  Every one of the above considerations must be figured-into our perceptions of all of our daily life experiences if we are to fully understand our perceptions of “reality”.

Thus, it is easy to see why one individual’s sense of reality might be altogether different from that of another person’s perception of reality!  The key to any mystery that lies within the definition of reality is merely that “reality” is one’s perception of an experience!  We each have our own “reality”!

AN EXCEPTIONALLY EXCELLENT EXAMPLE OF THIS CAN BE FOUND AT MY NEW WEBSITE AT: http://www.SalemWitchHangings.com

Ralph and I at The Old Salem Witch Museum

Ralph and I at The Old Salem Witch Museum

Copyright Nov. 2014 by JC “Jeanie” Cooke-Fredlund, Author. No part or portion of the above is to be copied unless prior, written authorization has been obtained from the author, and full credit is then given to the author.  (Excerpt from JC’s upcoming book, “What Treatment Centers May Not Tell You!”)

THE BIG BAY POINT LIGHTHOUSE IN MICHIGAN, USA
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Gazing down at the water below
Sun Rising on the Horizon

(All Photo Credits: JC “Jeanie” Cooke-Fredlund, Author and Photographer)

A few years ago, a friend and I spent a night at the Big Bay Point Lighthouse on Lake Superior in Michigan, USA. It is said that the lighthouse/bed and breakfast is haunted by the old lighthouse keeper whose son had grown very ill. It is said that when he did not take his son into town to a physician, his son died. The old lighthouse keeper was so bereaved that one night he ventured out into the woods on the property where he hung himself from a tree. It is said that the tree remains.

My friend and I explored the grounds in daylight. I was unable to sleep and at 4:30 a.m. got out of bed and quietly let myself out of the light house. It was still dark outside. Yes, it was more than a little creepy but I was determined to see what I might experience.

I walked over to the edge of the cliff over Lake Superior, and watched the sun begin to rise on the horizon. It was a magnificent sight. The only problem was that I found myself completely unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and was not at all far away from me. I persevered, and shot a few photos with my digital camera. Notice the orb on the grass. It had been approximately twenty feet behind me while I’d been shooting the sunrise. A bit creepy? Oh yeah. But it was worth it!
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A DREAM VISIT

Dream Visit

HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT A DREAM VISIT IS?

I HADN’T, AT LEAST NOT BEFORE I EXPERIENCED ONE!

Losing someone we love is very difficult, at best. Losing my grandmother who raised me was one of the two most difficult deaths I have experienced. Years after she and my father’s deaths, I have concluded that we really never lose someone we love. No, not even through death!

Following two very fascinating experiences that I believe involved what people consider paranormal, my views and beliefs have changed quite dramatically.

Let me preface this by explaining my conviction to you about that which a human being consists of: A body, mind and spirit (or that which many think of as a “soul”. So, you may ask, “What in the world is a soul?” To me, a soul is the same as a spirit and is that which gives our body life, and lives within the body. Now, permit me to share what took place with my grandmother, following her death . . .

It was the night of her funeral.

I’d entered my bedroom and sat down on the edge of my bed. I was sitting there, alone in the darkness, gazing out our bedroom window. My grief was intense at the time, but I’d finally felt cried-out. It was as if I was sitting on the bed in the bedroom in which I’d slept as a small girl, in my grandmother’s house; as if I was gazing out her bedroom window at the night, the way I so often had long ago. I missed her terribly.

Not long after, I was reminiscing about my grandmother, how she’d raised my sister and I when we were little, and about how very much I’d loved her. Suddenly, it was as if I wasn’t sitting in my bedroom at all. was shopping one day in a drug store. I’d stopped to look at the greeting cards, searching for just the right one for my mother. My eyes fell upon a birthday greeting card ‘To Grandmother’. The card contained a lovely, heartfelt message. Suddenly I realized that I was standing right there in that store, getting all choked-up. I’d realized, while reading that card, that I hadn’t given her half the attention or greeting cards during her later years that I should have.

Within moments, it was as if I could feel her presence right there beside me. It was also as if I could hear her soft, loving voice saying to me, “It’s okay Honey, I always knew how very much you loved me.” An instantaneous sense of peacefulness and calmness came over me and it has been as if I’ve been able to feel the presence of my grandmother’s spirit right here with me, ever since.

The above experience was the beginning of my firm belief that those we love, never really leave us, at all. But, that their spirit merely leaves their physical body behind once it has either become too old to go on, or has worn out for other reasons.

I’ve referred many times when talking with friends, to the many guardian angels I believe surround me. I’ve believed that for a very specific reason. That reason is that as a recovering alcoholic, there were a number of times in my life when there is simply no other explanation for the fact that I lived through experiences that fly-in-the-face of the fact that I am still alive today. Yet, here I am! I continue to believe that those guardian angels are my grandmother, my father and two favorite uncles.

Now, let me share with you the experience with my father. About ten years ago, I was going through a very painful, traumatic time in my life. One afternoon, I fell asleep on the living room sofa, crying and calling-out my father’s name, “Daddy, Daddy.” I don’t know how long I slept, but I awoke feeling soothed and comforted. While sleeping, my father had come me, stood next to the sofa, bent down and placed a warm, gentle kiss on my cheek. Yes! His had been a “warm, gentle” kiss that I could still feel upon my cheek as I awoke, and I was able to feel his presence even after the dream!

How was this experience different from an ordinary dream? In an ordinary dream, I see people about whom I’m dreaming. It’s most often similar to watching a movie on a movie screen, although sometimes I get the sense that I am living the dream in that I am in the movie, TOO! This dream was different. I was living the situation right where I’d laid down on the sofa, he was standing right there beside me. I was able to feel his breath, and the soft warmth of his kiss. I was able to feel the sensation of his kiss and his love even after I’d awakened!

I performed a great deal of research on the subject of paranormal experiences (which included book titled ‘Ghosts Among Us’ by James VanPraagh) and learned that a dream that manifests itself in this real and authentic way is actually defined by experts as a “dream visit.”

Do I believe that my father’s spirit visited me that afternoon right there in my living room? Absolutely! Can I prove this? I cannot!

That which cannot be seen with the naked eye, is quite impossible to prove. Yet, we certainly have electricity (which cannot be seen) and yet it provides light, heat and other electrically powered manmade inventions. Do we accept the electricity we cannot see? Yes, we do! Can we see love with the naked eye? No! Yet, we do not question it’s existence. So, I ask you, is it really so preposterous to accept these psychic phenomena mysteries like a dream visit that we cannot see with the naked eye – I think not!

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...while in San Francisco with my mother.

Ghost-Hunting Excursion in San Francisco. (Photo Credit: Jeanie Cooke-Fredlund)

  • IS GHOST HUNTING RISKY?
  • DON’T BELIEVE IN GOOD VERSUS EVIL?

Funny, inspite of the ghost hunting I’ve done, I  believe in good versus evil. Having experienced a Catholic upbringing, it would be difficult not to! That is the reason why I approach ghost-hunting with the utmost respect; respect for that which I cannot see! (Except of course, with the eye of my camera.)

Because we Catholics are brought-up to have unyielding  faith in the unseen, I believe that there is only a fine line between believing in God, and believing in spirits of the deceased. Both are unseen. (Yet we Catholics insist they exist! (Well, we insist that the HOLY Spirit exists!)

When I say that I approach ghost-hunting with the utmost respect, I’m not kidding. Once I arrive at a location, before I enter that location,

  1. I say a prayer for protection (I say the Our Father);
  2. I carry a rosary in my shirt pocket, (one that has been blest by a priest)
  3. before I leave I instruct (aloud) any spirits present that they are not allowed to leave the location with me!)
  4. . . . and as I’m leaving, I say another prayer of thanks for my heavenly angels protection.

There are many locations I will not visit. Those locations consist of buildings and homes with poltergeist activity, (such as the Chauncey Griggs mansion in St. Paul, Minnesota.) It does not fit with my beliefs, that an entity that throws things across a room, could be a “good” spirit. Obviously, someone can easily get hurt. (The Griggs mansion is an entire ‘nother story that you can find details about at the http://www.hauntedhovel.com website.)

I have experienced a presence draining my camera of all of it’s energy when I ghost-hunted at the Wabasha Street Caves some years ago, also located in St. Paul, Minnesota. The Wabasha Street Caves consist of an old time night club with caves behind it that back during the 1940s were commonly utilized by criminals like John Dillinger; they used the night club for their partying activities and the caves as their hide-out.

Upon arriving there one must walk through the night club in order to get to the door that leads into the dirt caves.  (The caves were also used to store criminally owned moonshine and other alcohol as well as for machine guns and ammunition.)  There are still the original machine gun holes in the night club fireplace from attacking gang fights that took place there.)

I shot lots of photos inside the night club. The camera I’d taken along with me had never before, nor since that day, failed me. But the moment I entered that cave, I was helpless to record anything of my experience in there! I took one step (of three) down into the cave and I’d may as well have been trying to push the button on an out of order elevator; nothing happened.

Immediately following our visit there, we took my camera to a camera shop where a technician placed my his head and my camera underneath a black cloth where he safely rewound my film so that it could be developed. He examined my camera thoroughly and explained to me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with my camera!  (Refer to my post, “So Just What Are These Orbs, Spiritts and Ghosts Anyway?” for explanation.)

Another two experiences I will have nothing to do with are Ouija boards and séances. I am aware that the movie The Exorcist with Linda Blair was based upon a true story and that the only differences between the movie and the actual event was that the child-victim of the demon-possession was a boy, not a girl, and he was younger; around the age of eight.  It is also noteworthy that the boy who was victimized had, shortly before his victimization, been playing with an Ouija board. (I’ve spoken to several people who’ve experienced some very frightening results of having used an Ouija board.

My explanation? There are many ways of inviting spirits in. One problem with doing this is that there is no telling what spirit may accept the invitation; good, or bad. My advice on Ouija boards? Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned!  As for séances, it is my belief that many are fake. It is also my firm belief that if the spirit of someone I care about wants to visit me, that spirit will do so under their own steam.

I firmly believe that there are spirits who walk the earth all around us. Some good, some bad. To do anything to invite a spirit into our lives not knowing what that spirit’s intentions may be, is, in my opinion, unwise, at best.

All of this having been said, there are highly qualified, professional mediums who are “for real.” There are only a couple of them I would recommend to anyone who is determined to contact a loved one who has passed. One of them is James VanPraagh, (author of  the book “Ghosts Among Us” and many other excellent books on the subject and who sometimes visits the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, and Troy Parkinson (resides in St. Paul, MN USA.)

Last time I hired one of these individuals his fee was $200.00 an hour and that was four years ago (and let me tell you, that one hour FLIES by!) I left my visit with him realizing fully that he was for real because he told me very specific things about deceased loved ones that he had absolutely NO way of knowing. He even described their physical attributes “to a T”!

As far as ghost hunting being risky, I really don’t do ghost hunting much anymore. After a few years of playing with it as a hobby and then learning much more about it (including how some folks have been hurt doing it) I’m inclined now to agree with the philosophy of Amy Allen (who sees and communicates with the dead). You can “Google” Amy Allen to learn more about her. In Amy’s words, “The dead don’t like to be toyed with; having people coming around all the time saying things to them like, come on out where we can see you! I mean, if YOU weren’t living anymore, how would YOU like that?!!) Thank you, Amy, very well put. Enough said.

(Excerpt from Ms. Fredlund’s new book due for publication 2016, “OMG, I’M PSYCHIC!”)

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In all cases, yes, including ghost hunting, to sum it all up, I would say, “A word to the wise: Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it!”

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NOTEWORTHY!  Ironic as it is, just now, as I’m sitting here writing this, my husband is telling me he sees on the internet that John and Debbie Constantine from the reality show Ghost Adventures are both dead! It seems that John had Debbie hold-up in a condo and told the police to give him fifteen minutes with her or he’d kill her.  The police complied and both John and Debbie are dead. No more details are known at this time, but the public is already e-mailing tons of comments. Reality is, there does exist at least the possibility that it could be related to their adventures ghost hunting. YOU be the judge!

EDUCATIONAL BOOKS ABOUT THE PARANORMAL

I must say that, to date, my favorite book is Ghosts Among Us by James VanPraagh.  Why?  Because following my personal experience of a Dream Visit from my father who died when I was eight, I needed information, badly.  I’m grateful to be able to say that I found James VanPraagh.  Upon reading his book Ghosts Among Us, I finally, after all these years, experienced a total sense of peace regarding my father’s death.  I finally understood that our loved ones never really leave us at all; but that when they pass, they simply shed the human body because they no longer are in need of it; the same way that we who reside in the north shed our winter coat when spring arrives because we are no longer in-need of it.

Because I am a firm believer that there is good and godliness in the world, by the same token there is evil that exists.  There are authors of books who themselves chose to become involved with evil.  In my opinion, their books are likely to have been written with a hidden agenda.  Personally, I do not purchase books that explain rituals.  I particularly avoid books that explain ‘dark rituals’ and/or ‘rituals used in Satanism’.  Why?  I simply don’t want to clutter my mind with anything that I consider to be ‘negative’.

Everything we read creates an imprint on our minds, like it or not.  I urge you to research each author that interests you by “Googling” their name and you will learn all you need to know about them. Thus, I would (and I always do) use caution in selecting educational books on the subject of the paranormal.

*Ghosts Among Usby James VanPraagh

~ Powers of the Sixth Senseby Jock Brocas

~ The Haunting of Americaby William J Birnes & Joel Martin

~ When Ghosts Speakby Mary Ann Winkowski

~ Spiritedby Rebecca Rosen

~ Historic Haunted Americaby Michael Norman & Beth Scott

~ The Practical Psychic Self-Defense Handbookby Robert Bruce

~ The Encyclopedia of Ghosts & Hauntingsby Theresa Cheung

~ The Practical Psychic,  by Noreen Renier

~ Another of my favorite authors is Sylvia Browne.

NOTE:  One of my favorite book stores is: The Edward R. Hamilton Bookseller Company, PO Box 15, Falls Village CT 06031-0015.  Their prices are really quite phenomenal.  If interested, I recommend ordering their free catalog!  There are also countless half-price book stores all around the country.

Warm regards,

JC Fredlund, Intuitive & Paranormal Researcher

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Copyright 2015 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name); ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund andhttp://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

To view some interesting stories of people’s experiences with the paranormal here and in the UK, go to:  “http://www.hauntedhovel.com/”>The Haunted Hovel