We here at the Spirit Seekers consider ourselves open-minded. Of course we would have to be to do what we do, running into buildings and homes that are allegedly filled with ghosts, spirits, entities and who knows what. For the most part we typically do a good job at debunking claims, a majority of hauntings and paranormal experiences can be chalked up to high EMF levels in homes, sewer gas, or misunderstanding naturally occurring phenomenon as something paranormal.
We adhere closely to the Occam’s Razor Theory, being, when presented with two pieces of conflicting information, the most logical explanation is the typically the correct one. Every now and then we find ourselves confronted with something we can’t explain, that one piece of evidence or that one experience that truly haunts us because we can not explain it away.
For me, that defining moment was the old Library in Smackover, Arkansas and the demonic encounter a small group of investigators found themselves facing in the dead of night amidst elongated shadows that moved about between the dark rows of towering bookshelves and tables. It was seeing something emerge from a black mist only to recede back into the mist and disappear as quickly as it made its presence known. That was the defining moment for me as an investigator, the one moment when all my training, all my studying and all my cool went out the window. For one moment in time I was frozen, unable to move or make a sound, no picture was taken and no EVP was recorded. That moment, as terrifying and unexplainable as it was, was completely lost and has to now be chalked up as an unconfirmed personal experience.
It was real to me and has since been added to the long history of ghost stories in the small oil-boom town of Smackover. There have been other moments that have caught me by surprise and shaken my skepticism to the core to the point that I can no longer claim that I am 100 percent skeptic. I tend to lean more toward “believer” now, but it still takes a lot to convince me.
What are the moments you as a reader of this blog have encountered that lead you here? What is that one moment where despite you being a rational human being made you realize that we are simply not alone, that there are things beyond reason, beyond scientific logic, beyond good and bad at work in this universe?
For one reader it could be the moment her life was inexorably linked with the soul of a dying Air Force lieutenant as she was beside him as he passed from this world to the next as a result of a motorcycle accident. Perhaps it is the owner of a small home in Mayflower, Arkansas who deals with mischievous spirits who open and close cabinets and drawers and turns on television sets and who seems to hide out in the small attic room at the top of a long flight of stairs far from the prying eyes of the living.
Maybe it is the disembodied cries and the weeping and wailing heard from the battlefields of Gettysburg, PA or the shadow figure that haunts the underground tunnels in the historic Fort Morgan in AL.
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Start sharing today, but please share only true experiences and keep the stories as clean as possible!