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November 2004 – Page 12

The Razor Blade Poltergeist
by Marian

I have always believed that something exists beyond what we know to be "our" reality. All my life, I have experienced strange things but never actually "saw" a ghost or apparition, so although I believed, there was also a part of me that just wasn't sure either... that was until three years ago after my son committed suicide.

One evening, my daughter (who was about 10 at the time) and I were sitting in my living room talking when all of a sudden I saw something fly off of my hutch. It flew right at my daughter and hit her in the shoulder, and then we heard it hit the wood floor. My daughter, needless to say, was terrified. I immediately got up and searched the entire living room floor, but never found what had flown off the hutch. That was the first incident.

The second incident was one morning after the kids had gone to school. I made a cup of coffee while talking to a friend on the phone. After I hung up the phone and stepped through the doorway between the kitchen and living room, there was this sudden, extremely loud, low-pitched humming sound. I couldn't for the life of me figure out where it was coming from, and it was getting louder – so much so that I actually could feel pressure in my ears. So for the next half hour, I searched all over my house trying to find out where this sound was coming from. I finally found that it was coming from my basement. At first I thought my heater was going to blow up, but soon discovered it was coming from my husband's workroom. I went in and turned on the light, and to my shock and horror, my husband's table saw was on. What had been so odd about that was the fact that the saw was broken – the motor had burned out on it months before and my husband had removed the motor, which was laying on his workbench about four feet away!

I immediately hit the power switch, to no avail. I then took the power cord (thinking it was plugged in) and followed it only to find when I got to the end of the cord the plug was in my hand – it was not plugged in. I was absolutely terrified. I ran up the stairs and slammed the door, and as soon as I shut the basement door the noise stopped.

Then we had another incident, one that was even more bizarre than the saw, and to this day I couldn't explain it to anyone if I tried. This incident was also witnessed by my oldest and second oldest sons. My younger son had been upstairs in my bedroom with me when he went back down the steps, he yelled up to me that something was sticking out of the wall that sliced his finger open. After attending to his cut, I checked the area where he said he cut his finger, and sure enough I found the tip of a razor blade sticking out through the wall!

The odd thing about that was that the razor blade was coming from inside the wall! I pulled the blade out, which ripped a small hole in the wall, and I noticed there were more razor blades inside the wall, many of them actually stuck into the wall. My first thought was that maybe at some point in the past there may have been some remodeling done and for whatever reason they may have used the double-edged blades to cut, and had placed them in the wall and forgot about them and walled up over them.

I cleaned out the inside area of the wall of all the razor blades, disposed of them and taped over the hole until we could fix it. Ten minutes later, my oldest son came in from school, came upstairs and asked my why there were razor blades all over the steps. Confused, I went to see what he was talking about, and sure enough there were hundreds of razor blades all over my bedroom steps. The hole was still taped up and I know those blades were NOT there just a few minutes before.

I naturally cleaned up all the blades this time, saving them to show to my husband, who by this time thought I was nuts. My son and I both went back upstairs to my room, talking about what had transpired and how freaky it was. About a half hour later, my son left to go to a friend's house, and shortly thereafter I proceeded back downstairs to start dinner when I noticed three neatly stacked piles of double-edged razor blades sitting on my steps.

Well, that was enough for me. I wanted out of that house and we moved shortly thereafter – only to move to another house where more bizarre things occurred. My children claimed to have seen a huge, dark, shadowy figure walking around the basement. I had the unpleasant experience of having my 27-inch TV land in my lap while I was three feet away from it. Normally, one would expect or think that the TV fell off its stand. The thing about that was I was sitting three feet away from the TV, which was on a TV stand. I had looked down only for a second and that fast the TV was in my lap, When I looked up, the stand was still in its original position, and I never heard a sound, such as the TV sliding or anything to indicate the TV was falling. It was as if something picked it up and just dropped it.

Then my youngest daughter had taken our digital camera out into the backyard to get some pictures of our dogs, when all of a sudden she comes racing into the house very upset and crying hysterically. When I asked her what happened, she explained that when she went to take a picture of our garage she saw an "ugly man's face" looking at her. When we set the camera up to see what she was talking about, we found several images that appeared demonic. One such picture, although it's dark, you can actually make out a face.

One morning, while my youngest daughter was putting on her shoes, a ceramic dog statue that we had sitting on our fireplace mantle flew over her head and crashed about five feet from it original spot. My daughter was so scared and upset that I had to keep her home from school that day. It took me several hours to calm her down.

The final straw was when my oldest son and I were at the house alone one day. I was in my room cleaning. He was in the bathroom. I went downstairs to get a cup of coffee and immediately returned to my room. I heard some banging going on in the kitchen, but had assumed it was my son. Next thing I know is that my son came to the bottom of the steps and asked me if I had been in the kitchen. I replied yes to get a cup of coffee. He then asked why did I open all the kitchen cabinets, which I hadn't, so he started yelling for me to come downstairs and see "this." When I got downstairs, all of my kitchen cabinets were open, along with the trash can lid and my dishwasher door. At first, I honestly thought my son was messing with me, but I saw the scared look on his face. I didn't know what to think at that point, but while my son (who despite the fact had witnessed the razor blades at my previous residence he remained a diehard skeptic and very often teased me and my daughter about our weird happenings) and I stood there we heard a sound coming from my dining room. As we turned to see what it was, we both watched in horror as all six (all at the same time) of my dining room chairs moved out from and away from the table in sync with each other. My son nearly trampled me – he flew out of the house and refused to come back in. He called his girlfriend to come get him and that was the last time he ever stepped foot in that house.

We moved shortly thereafter and so far we have had no "strange" incidents in the new house.

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