I had been chilled all evening, though the forest floor was comfortable and warm. I felt that this spirit, who I now believed was named "Walter", didn't want to let go of me. Earlier, when Vince had driven the van back up the 3/4 mile gravel road to pick up Reid and his girlfriend, the chills and nausea began. The spirit that was with me was aware, oh yes, so aware and he KNEW the person who would pull him from me was coming.
The prayers continued. Tendrils of sage smoke curled around my head and body. Though I don't remember the words spoken, Reid was praying over me for protection, for the spirit to release it's hold on me and for me to have strength enough to move forward and not allow the spirit to reattach to me. My stomach dropped and my heart sank........I started to sob.....I felt sad, alone and empty. The spirit was gone and I felt his pain.
Dense, circular orb, emitting it's own light source and seems to be solid
Reid continued to pray and surround me with the smoke of the burning sage and Tammy came to help me. Kneeling in front of me, she took my face in her hands, she prayed then looked into my eyes, "Take my strength, Edie, take my strength."
I looked into her eyes and breathed in as deeply as I could, trying desperately to feel her energy, to pull from the depths of her being. I started to feel refreshed, alive and.....myself again! I actually felt like me again! Gone was the relentless nausea, the muddled brain (that could never think straight) and the mood swings. I felt so good at that moment, yet I could still feel the presence of "Walter."
We broke up into teams and started to investigate the area...first the outhouse and surrounding woodland, then the cabin itself. We took various photographs, took recordings hoping to capture EVPs and just listened to the area around us. Once the investigation was over, everyone left for home, except for myself, Vince, Michaela and Dalton. The night was peaceful, with the exception of a teen freak-out over a nasty little tick. The next day, the kids and I explored the area again and took pictures along the creek. The day was beautiful and I felt free once again!
We took the kids home that afternoon and returned for one last night at the Draper Cabin. Oddly, when we returned, I felt a bit awkward and out of place. The Draper Cabin, which had felt like home to me for two weeks, was just a new and exciting place for me to discover. "Walter" was gone and I felt his woodland home was no longer my own. The night was uneventful except for some footsteps and growls....but you have to expect that sort of thing in the area where we were. The whole incident was over......or so I thought. It wasn't until a couple of days later that I realized, this entire journey was just beginning. I had a message to pass along and a job to do for someone who was about to become someone near and dear to my heart.
The name chilled me to the bone when I heard it. I somehow KNEW within the depths of my soul, that Walter was the spirit who had been with me. I listened again to some of the recordings from the PX and to a lone EVP recording, captured by my husband in the cabin.
"What is your name?"
A ghostly whisper replies, "Walter."
I grabbed my laptop and began to search Walter. I already knew he was a wealthy, elderly recluse whom was duped by a cleaning lady, kidnapped, tortured, killed and then his body burned in the same forest where I picked up Walter's spirit. Ah, I found his last name....Sartory....typed "Walter Sartory" into search and the shock wave started.
Article after article came up.....hundreds of them....from all over the world! Wow, who was this man and why was is so important that his case was picked up by the AP wire and spread worldwide? Then I started to get my answers.......
Walter Sartory.....wealthy, genius, worth millions. He was a nuclear physicist, a mathematician, a government employee who's work was classified. He was a member of the Center For Inquiry and......an Atheist! This was the blog I read that truly brought this entire story around and made us realize we didn't just have a case, we had a potentially important and groundbreaking case.
A man, suffering from mental illness, who lived his life through numbers, facts and skepticism. He was an Atheist. It hit me like a ton of bricks.....this man.....this genius....this skeptic who believed in evolution and the big bang theory and that when we die, consciousness stops, realized he was dead and still aware of everything. He could see, hear and touch the world of the living but they could not see him. He witnessed the dismembering of his own body, he watched as ruthless and greedy murderers crammed his body into a trash can and eventually burned his corpse in the forest, near Draper Cabin.
He must have wandered that forest, using that scientific mind of his to try and contact someone, anyone and tell them that there IS an afterlife. He finally found someone to hear him....someone who understood his panic and anxiety disorder and someone gentle hearted and determined enough to tell his story.....he chose me.
We listened to more of the PX recordings, jotting down notes as we went along.
"Truck" "Steal" "Van"
"Copper" "Blasting" "Drop"
It started making more sense. We started to piece things together. He worked in the very facility that produced the atomic bomb. The arrest, the truck, the van.........it all added up to Walter recounting his final days in captivity and his corpse's demise. But the names....."Daniel" and "Linda" didn't fit......yet. Until I found an extensive story written on Walter.........from that moment on, myself, my team and my family KNEW Walter needed us to contact the people he respected. He led us to all the information we needed. Here is the article.
Daniel.....Walter's neighbor 3 doors down. Linda....part of the prosecution team. And there, for me to see was Walter's full medical history and the symptoms he suffered as he died. My nausea, my inability to breath, the smell of death, my mental confusion. He was a schizophrenic and took medication daily. He suffered paralyzing panic attacks. His withdrawal from medications in addition to the drugs he was given by his captors made him terribly ill. He was giving me his physical and mental pain, he was showing me everything. He opened his soul to me in hopes that I would help him tell the world that he was still aware.....that he witnessed it all.
Since then, I have contacted Jim Underdown from The Center For Inquiry. He is extremely skeptical but wants copies of our recordings and a written recount of what happened from day one. He has a team of investigators and scientists he is assembling just to go over our evidence. He was an acquaintance of Walter's and from what I gathered in our phone conversations, knew him much better and knew a great deal more about the case than I. Our team is preparing the evidence and will be sending it to LA soon.
I feel that if one, JUST ONE of those scientists has a tiny shred of belief that these recordings are real and that we have made contact with a brilliant scientist and colleague......then we, as paranormal investigators have done our job. This is what OUR science is all about.
I will end this by saying, though we thought the Draper Cabin story was coming to a close, it has not. Walter has come home with us. My daughter sees him, I feel him and on occasion and (though I have asked him to stop) we smell him.....that rancid rotting flesh smell. We must do some research on crossing lost souls over....then we must return to the cabin and send Walter home. We will post once we are able to get back down there.
Please enjoy this video created by Reid McFatridge of G.H.O.S.T It's quite chilling!
To be continued..................