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by Deborah Frediani

 

I remember the first time I saw him.

It was the day we moved into the vacant duplex. As we drove into the driveway, I felt it. I felt the intense stare, the anger. At first, I dismissed it as nerves from the highly stressful move. Later on, I would come to know this feeling on an every day level. I glanced at the basement window overlooking the driveway. I saw what looked like the shadow of a man looking out of the window. We had the keys and had not unlocked the door yet. I ran to the door to make sure it was locked, which it was. Could someone have broken in? I walked around the entire building looking for a broken or open window, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Everything was locked up tight.

As we unlocked the door and walked in, the thick, heavy air made it hard to breathe. I struggled to catch my breath.The duplex had sat closed up for a long time, so I thought it was just stagnant air affecting me. I hurried downstairs into the hallway where the window was where I saw the man looking out, but nobody was there. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then wondered who I had just seen. I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I knew I had to go into the next door unit to check for an intruder. I told my husband what I had seen and he told me I was just seeing things. For my peace of mind, I had to check, so I grabbed a butcher knife and opened the door to the vacant next door unit. As the door creaked open, I was blasted by an icy cold breeze, which took my breath away. I could actually see my breath! How could this be? It was 90 degrees outside and the AC was not turned on! I became very lightheaded and my ears began to ring as I made my way through the unit checking for the intruder. The feel of this unit was ominous. I felt as if I was being watched and as if I was in danger. I also felt as if someone was right behind me, but no one was there. I quickly finished up checking for the intruder and found no one. All doors and windows were secure. Little did I know at that time, I had just seen Walter, one of the seven spirits we would be sharing our home with.

When I first saw him, he appeared as a tall, heavy set man with an intense angry look on his face. In the beginning, he tried to intimidate us, scare us off, but we remained for 2 years. He made a lot of noise in our home by moving things around, and his heavy boot steps echoed throughout our home at night. We named him from an EVP we captured a few months later. He was a “cranky spirit” that eventually became a protector for our family against the evil energy that lurked in the walls of our home. When we left the home, he was sad, but he understood it was necessary. The day we left, was a bittersweet one. As we pulled out of the driveway, I saw Walter watching out of the basement window, his hand up against the window. Instead of anger, I saw a sense of sadness in his face. I couldn’t help but shed a tear, but I was also glad to be free from that paranormal nightmare, which I will share in future articles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deborah Frediani ~ Founder/Case Manager of Visions Paranormal Society~

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