Tragic Family History: The Truth Behind the Poltergeist | engelchanneling®
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A Malevolent Poltergeist!
A Threatening PoltergeistI received a call from a Mr. M., a stranger to me, who spoke very excitedly. He said he had never contacted a medium before and that it was more than uncomfortable for him. Especially since he did not believe in such things. However, he and his wife had a problem that they could not categorize and that could be considered a haunting.
He said he was even more reluctant to talk about it. So I calmed him down first and spoke encouragingly to him.
Now, he told me again that, as crazy as it might sound, his apartment was haunted.
So I asked him how he came to that assumption. The caller now became very nervous and hectic. You could tell that his logic was fighting against what he had experienced.
So he reported the events.
"It started with mysterious knocking on the walls. At first, we thought it was water pipes. But the knocking also took place on walls where there are no pipes.
So we hired a handyman, who also could not find any error
or defect."
The caller became more and more panicked from word to word. "A few days later, the phone started ringing again and again, but there was no one on the line. A short time later, pictures fell from the walls for no apparent reason. The nails and hangers stuck and remained intact."
The man breathed heavier and heavier into the receiver. You could tell that he was afraid that if he spoke the unbelievable, it would manifest even more.
"At night we heard footsteps in the apartment and room doors just slammed shut. We thought there were burglars in the house and called the police. They came, but could find no evidence for it."
It got worse and worse. We moved into a hotel.
He also told of icy breaths of wind in their hallway of the apartment, which caused massive goosebumps and fears for the couple. Instead of getting better, it got worse and more frequent.
"Please believe me. I know how all this sounds and we doubt our own sanity ourselves. But it is happening!" The man began to cry in despair.
"We didn't even dare to go home anymore. Do you know what that's like? Can you imagine that? You are afraid of your own home in which an intangible threat takes place. Lights went on and off without any action."
He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself."We called different handymen. But nobody found anything. Since we live in a village, it was inevitable that the neighbors began to whisper.
"Although we didn't talk to anyone about it, we were the 'odd ducks' who constantly called handymen who couldn't do any work because there was nothing to do."
"Yesterday evening our heavy fax machine fell off the cupboard. That was the last straw and the threat was as thick as a shadow behind us. At least that's how it felt."
"We fled from our own four walls and have been moved into a hotel since yesterday evening. It is unbearable and it cannot go on like this. Either someone is fooling us, which would be just as inexplicable to us, but we could live with that. Or, it is actually pure horror, a haunting."
I asked him: "Do these phenomena take place constantly?"
"No," he replied, "there is no rhythm. But you as a medium are our last hope. We really don't have paranoia, Mrs. Groeschel, really not. Please excuse me for asking you for help. We don't know how else to help ourselves!"
I calmed him down and we arranged an appointment the next day in the said apartment.
The next day I drove to the given address. Arriving there, the master of the house opened the door for me and so I entered. His wife stood frightened behind him and tentatively shook my hand. You could see the stress in her face.
Mr. M. went ahead and asked me to follow him. When we entered the room, the husband closed the room door. We sat down and I didn't want to disturb the already panicked people for the time being and started with small talk.
Suddenly there was a loud crash in the hallway and something seemed to fall to the floor. All three of us were startled. Mrs. M. looked at me fearfully and began to tremble.
I pointed with my index finger in front of my mouth not to speak and breathed softly "Pssst".
It seemed as if something was scratching at the closed room door. Even my heart almost stopped with shock and the couple looked pale as a sheet first at me then at the door.
They were apparently expecting something.
The room suddenly felt ice-cold.
With an unexpected jerk, the room door opened and the room immediately filled with icy cold. It felt very threatening.
Despite the shock of the phenomena suddenly happening, I jumped up immediately. I wanted to get to the bottom of the matter and do so immediately.
The husband followed me at a short distance.
With a movement of my arm, I instructed him to stay back and so he sat down again.
As I stood in the doorframe, the ghost of a man appeared before me without warning. Close together and only about 20 centimeters separated us.My heart beat up to my throat. The room still felt merciless. We, the ghost and I, looked deep into each other's eyes.
I took a step back and looked at him questioningly.
The ghost was about 1.70 meters tall and appeared glassy, as I am used to from such phenomena. He wore a black suit, which looked as if it were a much too small confirmation suit from back then. The sleeves were too short and the bony arms looked out too far. The pants were also quite a bit too short and so you could see the conspicuously washed-out socks he wore underneath.
The married couple could not see what I saw as a psychic, but they could feel it.
He made a wretched impression and his face revealed great sadness and depression. The face corresponded to that of an alcoholic. Nevertheless, it was a felt horror scenario.
I turned around to the duo, who looked at me petrified and aghast. I wanted to make sure. To my question: "Did you see him too?" they shrugged their shoulders questioningly and apparently did not understand what I was talking about.
So, as expected, they had not seen him.
A thousand thoughts swirled through my head. I did not understand why the situation felt so threatening, even so aggressive, before the appearance. Because actually, it was just a very sad soul. had I overlooked something?
Well, I told the couple what I had seen. "Does this person mean anything to you? Do you know him?" Both thought about it and said no.
I explained to them that they should conduct research. Some things clear up then. They should gather information about the house in which they live or about their families. This man is close to them in some way and is actually not aggressive.
Something, something connects the three. My experience, I told them, showed that it is often just small things that need to be brought into balance. Things that are small for us can be of great importance to other people. Usually, the haunting would then be quiet.
The married couple was more reassured. Especially since they now knew that they were not out of their minds, but that I too had noticed that their place was haunted.
I said my goodbyes and drove home.
Again his eyes cast a spell over me. When I looked into these, I suddenly saw excerpts from his life. Like from a movie, only that it was probably his memories that he transmitted to me telepathically.
There was this small chamber, a small room in which the man sat lonely. He cried and had his hands placed on his head. The hair hung from the gaps between his fingers. Tears dripped to the floor. It pained me to see him so sad. This loneliness, sadness and emptiness that he felt I could sense and it clenched my heart.
This deep pain of his caused something like shortness of breath in me and I felt sick from this crushingly heavy grief which he felt.
I looked out of his window and recognized that he probably lived on a hermit farm somewhere in the wide open fields.
It smelled of fresh hay. There was no human life there, only nature. He looked terrible, as he sat there like that.
Abruptly I was back in the door of the married couple. The ghost looked at me knowingly and disappeared like a delusion that was never there.
Why does it feel so threatening? Are we in danger?
The next day, the man called me again. He told me that they had spoken on the phone with his wife's family and learned that the woman had a great-uncle whom they had known nothing about until then. He lived on a farm outside of Berlin.
His father found out one day that his son was homosexual. From then on, the uncle's journey of suffering and agony began.
He was despised to the core by his family and the environment, and thus he spent his bleak existence on his parents' farm in his small chamber.
He was not accepted and was treated like a stray dog. Often beaten and insulted by the father.
The once-loving father emotionally disowned his son and put him down whenever possible. The rest of the family participated.
Thus, this great-uncle felt deeply hated and was desperate about himself. Due to his depression, he began to turn to alcohol. With this, he indirectly confirmed once more the family's idea of being a sick good-for-nothing. It was a vicious circle.
One day he lay dead in bed—with his only nice Sunday garment. That much too small confirmation suit which was his trademark. Because whenever he left the farm, he put it on.
It was a suit from his younger years. He had nothing better, and no good was done for him nor was suitable clothing provided.
After all, he was the black sheep, the ne'er-do-well of the family. He did not deserve it, according to the thinking of the relatives at the time. In their opinion, he only brought shame upon the family.
When the couple learned of this tragic family history, they knew on their own what to do. They sat in the hallway and, although they could not see him, they spoke to him. They told him that they appreciated him and accepted him as he was. That they felt sorry for him and that he had not been a bad person.
From then on, the haunting was over.
Presumably, this soul had found no rest before someone or a part of the family expressed love and appreciation toward him.
He himself did not have a good opinion of himself and was probably of the view that he did not deserve it because he was the way he was. The aggression that the couple could feel over the months, and which I also perceived, was nothing other than the aggression that struck the man during his lifetime. He probably wanted to let others feel what he once felt so that someone would take the experienced suffering from him.
