Yep, just like in soap operas. There’s always a good twin, and then there’s the evil one who interferes in the good twin’s life.
Long ago, my parents and I recognized the existence of my doppelganger, Amy — I did receive her mail, after all — and, over the years, her presence has become a running joke in my family.
Well, this weekend, I met her.
My husband and I attended a ghost hunt sponsored by Spiritual Insight Ghost Hunting Team of Ohio (S.I.G.H.T.). The hunt was at Quail Hollow Manor, a beautiful, 40-room estate set on the rolling hills of Hartville’s Quail Hollow State Park.
Now, I should explain: This was our first time attending one of these things. My husband is the family skeptic, and I tend to be more open to things of the supernatural realm, but we figured it was a bucket list item: Hunted for ghosts? Check.
About 30 participants met in the manor’s library. Some were newbies, others were wide-eyed fans of TV’s ghost-hunting shows and others were hard-core hunters — with full-spectrum cameras, infrared flashlights and other paranormal paraphernalia.
The three-hour program began with a lecture by a local author who says ghosts are people too, just forms of energy, and we shouldn’t be fearful of them but, instead, communicate in a helpful and compassionate way.
OK, I get that. I glance at my husband, who looks at me and rolls his eyes.
After a demonstration of high-tech ways to communicate with ghosts (using electromagnetic field readers, radios that sweep the AM/FM bands to capture voices a.k.a. ghost boxes, and tape recorders to save these conversations for future study), as well as old-school techniques (like dowsing rods), we took a 10-minute break.
The men wandered the halls, and the women, of course, headed for the restroom. Waiting in line, I had the oddest feeling, like someone running their fingers through the back of my hair. It felt cold and electric — not threatening, just … interested. And then it was my turn to go, so I did.
Back in the library, I told my husband, and he said it was a draft from an old window. (Gotta love this man, my Voice of Reason.)
After the break, one of S.I.G.H.T’s leaders — a woman who’s a psychic — explained that a spirit’s touch is cold and electric. My husband and I exchanged looks. I told the woman about my experience, and she said a spirit may have been trying to communicate with me.
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