Back at the beginning of this year, I found a copy of The Amityville Horror at our local library. Like most people, I knew the story of what supposedly happened at the house in Amityville, New York named High Hopes. I knew of it from various paranormal shows and the wide variety of movies that came out on the subject. From those movies and shows, I thought I knew a lot about the hauntings but the book really opened my eyes to some of the things left out of those programs.
I recently found out that May is Mental Health Awareness month. I know quite a few people who struggle with mental health whether they deal with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, etc.. Helping people feel less judge when they seek help is something we as a society really need to work on. As a paranormal investigator, part of the investigation is actually trying to determine if the client is dealing with a mental health issue or a paranormal one.
The post they shared brought up some memories from my childhood. Someone had shared a news clipping from 1979 talking about talking out fire. For those of y'all not familiar with old country cures, talking out fire is a practice that is supposed to remove the pain of a burn and heal the area.
Near Chapel Hill, I use to take riding lessons with a guy I use to date. The gentleman and his wife that use to teach us how to ride told me once about a stable they had on their property. When they bought the property, it only had one stable. They use it now for storage because none of their horses would stay in the stable. Every evening they would put the horses in their stalls, making sure the doors were closed and latched tightly. A few hours later, they would look out the window to their horses walking around their property. All the stall doors would be wide open. They tried changing out the latches but the doors would still open by themselves. They ended up having to build a second stable for their horses.
The Christmas festivities are starting to wind down. Mom headed back to North Carolina yesterday. She had been here for a week. I'm really happy she was able to come up for Christmas. I've missed spending the holidays with her. The week leading up to Christmas has been a crazy, busy, fun week. The day after Mom drove up from North Carolina, we drove down to Springfield, Illinois to explore new areas with Avery and her kids. We first went to a great little restaurant called Anchors Away. We chose this restaurant because we heard that it was haunted. Thankfully our waiter, Brock, was able to confirm this quickly for us.
When I was in the 3rd or 4th grade I was selected for an Academically Gifted class for legends and ghost stories. As a kid, this was awesome because each week I was pulled out of class to discuss local legends and ghost lore. As you already know this was right up my alley and I thank my background already established by my parents for letting me ace so high on the test that allowed me to be a part of this program.