Piano Haunt
Hi! This is a truestory.
Strange phenomenon have followed my brother and I for most of ourlives. We stayed at the Hotel Del Coronado when we were little.We saw the ghosts there. I grew up used to it all. So for a time,I hired myself out as a "Ghostbuster", when that waspopular. One of the strangest cases I ever worked on, was the oneand only time I ever actually experienced Clairvoyance.
I got a call from a lady who was concerned about her son. He wasa normally quiet boy. He'd turned violent. Throwing the neighborboy down the stairs. He spent a lot of time sitting in the closet.Which was what prompted her to call me. She'd heard closets were'doorways' to the otherside.
I arrived at her house on a sunny afternoon. She was on thesecond floor in a tiny apartment complex. She greeted me at thedoor and as I stepped into the house, I was suddenly - somewhereelse.
This had never happened to me before. I was a bit disoriented andreached out for the wall on my left. Lucky for me, the entrywayI'd actually gone through was similar to the one I was seeing.
Jane said: Are you all right?
I answered: I'm not in your house. I'm in a beach house. I cansee the ocean straight infront of me. Out a huge window. No,sliding glass doors. The whole back wall is a sliding glass door.There is a grand piano and a furry white rug. The whole house iswhite. There is a sunken living room, with white leather couches,there. (I said, pointing to my right)
I walked forward, and noticed a trail of blood, from the piano tothe hallway. At this point, Jane, trying to stop me from walkinginto her wall, touched my shoulder and broke the vision.
The house I had described was her uncle's. He had committedsuicide. He cut his wrists and played the piano until he died. Hehad been gay. And she had been the only family member to accepthim as such. He had left her his old upright piano. Of course, itwas in storage, in the basement. Just beneath her son's closet.
His ghost wasn't actually in the house. But the anger he feltwhen he killed himself seemed to be clinging to the old upright.So I did a 'cleansing'. Jane, being a good catholic, thought itvery strange. It was a difficult one, but I got it done.
She never had trouble again.