On my first minor ghost hunt with my 21 year old brother, we investigated the home of an asylum patient whom committed suicide.
Before he sent himself to the madhouse, he reported that he had seen the shadow of a lady, watching him through the doorway of the master bedchamber, every night. He had hired mediums to help him out and find the spirit to whom this shadow belonged to. They reported back to him that there was a spirit in his home, but not of a human.
He had gotten so tired of hearing so many different explanations from hired mediums that he finally sent himself off to the madhouse. Eventually committing suicide.
3 years later was our investigation.
It all began in the bathroom of this man's apartment. I was just staring in the mirror because a sad feeling had all of the sudden come over me. I was all alone, just staring deep into the mirror, while the rest of the crew exorcised the master bedchamber.
Then I heard something in the closet across the hallway. So I looked over and saw the closet door open all of the sudden. I shut the door and turned back to the bathroom. Then I saw it...
A woman's shadow.
"What are you doing in this home?" I asked it, absentmindedly. "I have nowhere else to go." It seemed to say. Then after a blink, it was gone.
Right after, I went to our base and just watched the exorcism on the screen.
It was only the next day that I realized what had happened the day before and how weird it was. I also realized that the shadow of the woman was missing an arm. It was weird because usually, somebody wouldn't just forget about something like that. But I told my brother about it. And he said that it is normally the case that you're totally out of it when you talk to a spirit.
The crew began their exorcisms in the bathroom after hearing what had happened. Since I had nothing to do, my brother asked me to research on the apartment's history.
After websites, and websites, I finally found this news article:
"Patricia Lawrence: 1909-1960
Served as a nurse in WorldWarll. In 1944, her arm was blown off by a land mine. Lived 16 years after losing her arm.
We will all miss Beloved Patricia Lawrence"
I knew right at that moment, that I had seen her in the bathroom the day before. The shadow I saw was missing an arm, just as Patricia would have.
I ran right into the exorcism (and got yelled at by the crew while I was at it) and I told them that they didn't need that exorcism. I told them to watch in the base, at the bathroom screen. With tons of arguing against my idea, my older brother finally made the rest of the crew do as I said. He told me to be careful. I promised I would.
A couple minutes later, I stood in the bathroom, trying to repeat what I had done before.
Sure enough, I saw Patricia in the same shadow form. "Patricia, I know of a place for you to go." I said to the shadow. She stood silent for a moment. "No, nobody cares about me. I must stay here." She finally answered.
"Patricia," I began," You are dead now, and the father in heaven has a place for you. He has been waiting for 47 years. And he still is waiting for you. You can Cross over to the light now."
Patricia's shadow turned her head to the window behind them self, and stared for a minute."
The sad feeling of the house had just barely started melting away, when Patricia said," Thank you." She still turned to the window. She vanished right before my eyes.
The crew and my brother came running down the hall to me. Praising me, and hugging me. But all I remember thinking about was Patricia, and how happy she must have been in heaven.