When the Dead Contact You

Actual location of ghost encounter

A side effect of my having retrocognition is the ability to see entities, or to use the general accepted term, “ghosts.”  In the words of Parapsychologist, Joanne D.S. McMahon, “all ghosts are not created equal.”  After years of being exposed and participating in the paranormal field, I agree wholeheartedly.

Visitation to the living by someone who has passed is common.  The question is how they make that connection with you.  One way is when the deceased appears in physical form, another is in a dream.

The first time I encountered a spirit in physical form was when I was 14.  My family lived in a two-family house. We the renters, lived on the first floor and the landlord, Mr. Joseph Lawsky, who lived alone, took the second floor.

On one bright day, I was walking along side my house heading for the yard.  At the corner of the house, just barely out of my view, stood an elderly Polish woman.  She turned and stared into my eyes without making a sound. That shocked me so much that I jumped back and put out a loud scream. I ran back into the house where my father and mother were sitting at the kitchen table. I yelled, “Who is that Polish lady in the yard?” 

They had no clue what I was talking about.  Now, I was mad and wanted to tell off that lady who scared me. (Remember, this anger reaction is part of my growing up in Newark).

When I returned to the yard, she was gone.  I ran to the front of the house, then to the corner, then searched all my neighbor’s yards.  She disappeared. What could I possibly do? I had to let it go, it was just, one of those things……….

A few years later, coming home from high school, I entered the side entrance to the house and found a chain across the inner door to the apartment.  Something we would never do. I managed to get in, I saw every room was ransacked, we were burglarized.  I called the police; they told me to leave the apartment and wait for them outside. There was always the possibility the burglars were still in the house.  I left the house and minutes later, the police arrived.

They wanted me to walk with them through our apartment, they were taking notes of what they saw.

Then, they wanted me to walk with them to the second floor to the landlord’s apartment.  At the top of the stairs, the wooden door was broken.  The lock portion was splintered allowing the thieves to get in. 

Like our apartment, all the drawers were gone through, even the clothes were scattered on the floor in the effort of looking for anything of value. When we were in the bedroom, on the dresser a small, 5” x 7” photo frame laid face down.  Instinctively, I picked it up, standing it facing the bed.  The photo?  It was the same Polish lady I saw years back in the yard.

When Mr. Lawsky came home, I told him about the break in and advised him of the police report that he would be getting in a few days, that he would need for his insurance claim.

While I had his attention, I asked him, “Who was that lady in the picture that was on his dresser?” He said, “That was my mother, she died about 15 years ago.”

I said nothing to him about my encounter with his mother in the yard.  Telling my family was a waste of time.  They had no comment and showed little to no interest of my ghostly encounter.

This was the start of my paranormal journey.

You can learn from my experience.  Don’t expect the majority of the public to understand or believe these things.  Go about your life and remember, you are the special one, and on a personal note, I’m happy to know you.