If you have been following my case from start to finish, or I should say from start to now, you know I am still being haunted – albeit to a lesser degree. By haunted, I mean both unexplained and explained events IMO are paranormal in nature. In some instances, supernatural. Many of these events are listed in my second book, Attachments – Poltergeist of Washington State Part Two, and rightfully so. These events, in their totality, fall into the category of spiritual attachments. What is a spiritual attachment? A spirit attachment IMO is an “intelligent” disembodied spirit, e.g., human, entity, or another life form, “that has attached itself to a living person’s energy field, aka aura.” The explained and unexplained events I’ve experienced since moving out of the Bothell house (May 8th, 2016) include apport – asport of objects in the present home and other locations, e.g., a bible appearing in the middle of a public sidewalk, water puddles, dripping water from a dry ceiling, mattress indentations, exploding wine glass, spontaneous fire, exploding cocktail glass at a jazz concert(witness present), shadowy figure darting across the floor(witness present), loud bangs, equipment malfunction, battery drainage, TV changing by itself at my mom’s house(explained below), phantom doorbell ring(friend’s house)., exploding wine bottles, apparition sightings of myself(reported by friends of mine)., ethereal visits at night while sleeping that fit the modern definition of succubus, e.g., beautiful women, insect looking, beast looking. These are just a small snippet of the events (activities) I have experienced after moving out of the Bothell house. All these events I have just mentioned in their entirety could be their own book. The paranormal community as-a-whole IMO has done a poor job analyzing these claims of mine – with the hopes of getting a better understanding of the phenomena we regard as poltergeists. I say poltergeist because that is when all this started. We are ten years from the events of the Bothell house, and I am still haunted. Six years after, I moved out of the Bothell house entirely. I have said this in my previous books, and I reiterate it now. I do not go about my everyday life looking over my shoulder. PTSD from my experience aside, I do not live my life walking on eggshells. My life right now, for all practical purposes, is fun, full of love, full of accomplishments, in short, rewarding. Which makes what I am about to share with you more shocking. You would think with everything I witnessed and experienced so far that, nothing could shock me. I wish I could tell you that nothing shocks me anymore. But I would be lying. I am still shocked. The event I am about to share with you begins on a somber note.
In late September 2022, my mom was admitted to the hospital after two incidents of falling at home. She was diagnosed with stenosis (in the neck) and was advised to have surgery (or risk repeated falls). My mom was 76 years old – elderly but not frail. She could maneuver fine. She was on blood thinners (had been for quite some time). My mom tested positive for COVID while in the hospital and therefore could not have the recommended surgery – to mitigate her stenosis. My mom was adamant as most moms are about returning home. She was taking off blood thinners as a precaution (doctor’s advice) and was sent home – admonished to rest, begin physical therapy (at home), and complete her battle with COVID. Her mood the several times I talked to her was positive. October 3rd, 2022 – my mom passed away (early morning hours while getting ready for prayer service with her church members via Zoom). My second cousin found my mom on the floor, lying on her back near the bathroom sink area in her bedroom. EMT said she died earlier that morning. The autopsy report we received late Monday concluded my mom died due to COVID. An embolism in both heart and lung was found, and the coroner’s report officially links the embolism to COVID. It is the family’s opinion that my mom should not have been taken off her blood thinners. But it is just one of those medical catch 22’s. Falling as much as she was in recent weeks while on blood thinners could have had equal consequences. I guess the most tragic thing for me about all of this is my mom caught COVID while in the hospital. Never had before in the last 3 years COVIDS been around. My mom was my rock. My touchstone. All my accomplishments in life can be traced back to her and my dad. I talked to my mom Saturday and Sunday of the previous week and saw her mid-May this year for both my niece and nephew’s college graduation. We had a great Mother’s Day dinner. Why am I sharing this intimate detail? I want the reader to understand the grief my family and I are experiencing prior to the paranormal events I am about share. Some of you reading this have lost loved ones to COVID. You know the level of grief I’m talking about; we have all lost loved ones throughout life. But COVID is different – parents especially. COVID-related deaths encompass the term “death was unexpected.” Meaning had there been no COVID in the world, my mom would be alive today.
I arrived at my mom’s house in The Woodlands, TX, on October 13th from Seattle, WA, feeling somber – possessing a high sense of anxiety. I stepped into the living room thinking to myself my mom is gone, she is gone, and she is never coming back. I make my way into the kitchen, sitting my backpack and suitcase near the kitchen table, and that is when I see it. There on the kitchen counter are several piles of photos – family photos. I talked to my sister prior to arriving – she told me she needed photos of our mother for the obituary. No doubt these are the pictures she left behind. I make my way to the photos and begin combing through them. These photos here are of all of us. Myself, my younger sister, my twin brother, my younger brother, my cousins, my mom’s family (my aunts and uncles), my dad, my niece and nephews, and the cousins I grew up with. Dozens and dozens of photos in neat piles. One photo (in a picture frame) catches my eye – I immediately recognize it. Talk about a gut punch to the heart. The picture I am holding in my hand is a picture I drew years ago after my dad died when my mom and I both were living in Memphis, TN. I gave it to my mom as a Mother’s Day gift. I stare at the picture for a while, thinking should I take this picture home with me? My eyes fill up with tears, my lips quivering and the sound of my nephew (who lived with my mom) coming down the staircase helped make my decision for me. I place the picture frame back on the kitchen counter face down and walk away – the pain I am feeling tells me you do not want the picture. So, I leave it.
Fast Forward – October 15th, Saturday night, we have all made it back to my mom’s house after the funeral services at the church she attended (Conroe, TX). Everyone is spent mentally and physically and thus starts the process of going to bed. Before I share with you what happens, understand family members, friends of my mom, people she went to church with, the minister, and his wife have all made visits to the house. People have come to pay their respects, drop off food, etc. Relatives from all over have trekked here to say their goodbyes to my mom. Another reason why I and my niece and nephew, with whom I am staying with at my mom’s house, are exhausted. I begin doing laundry, thinking I need to start preparing for my trip back to Seattle. I grab my suitcase from the corner of the living room NOTE: I had brought it downstairs earlier that day and zipped it open, and there it is! The picture I drew of the Pacific Northwest Ocean and seashore and framed – given to my mom as a Mother’s Day gift when she and I were living in Memphis. I am talking about the picture frame that was sitting in the kitchen on the counter (the day I arrived). When it comes to the events experienced in the Bothell house and the events that happened afterward, my reaction is always the same 1.) disbelief 2.) shock in awe 3.) frozen stare 4.) WTF 5.) acceptance 6.) appreciation. Appreciation meaning regardless of the activity. Be it malevolent in nature or benevolent in some instances, the phenomena I am witnessing or in the past witnessed – very few people on this planet experience that.
I backed away slowly from my suitcase, feeling tormented and confused. I did not come to Texas to think about the Bothell house. I came here to bury my mom. To confirm, this picture was, in fact, the one I saw on the kitchen counter, the one I gave to my mom years ago I picked it up. Sure, enough, it was. Who could I tell? Everyone has gone to bed. Going back to what I wrote in my first book, The Bothell Hell House. My family’s response to the events Tina and I experienced in the Bothell house has always been tepid. In accordance with the black community’s view of the paranormal, which is ‘don’t talk about it.’ With that in mind, I thought, now is the time to go to bed. And I did. A lot of weird things prior to this event – more about that later.
Picture found in my suitcase – Mom’s house
That morning – I remember lying on my back on the living couch, half asleep, when I heard coming from upstairs, “Uncle Keith, did you put a photo in my suitcase?” I immediately thought to myself that it is time to talk about this. I leaped from the couch – my eyes now wide open. I screamed to my twenty-five-year-old nephew to come here immediately. Time to compare notes. My nephew comes downstairs holding a picture of himself and his sister when they were young. He asked me again if I put the picture in his suitcase. I told him I did not and, in doing so, told him that I had just had a similar experience. I re-opened my suitcase and pulled out the large picture frame for him to see. My nephew is of this younger generation and therefore has a different mindset about the paranormal than his parents. He was intrigued. He wanted to know ‘what does this mean? Is this what I experienced in the Bothell house my reply to him was yes. To a lesser degree, this is some of what we experienced in the Bothell house. The apporting or asporting of objects (of significant family value) is part of a poltergeist repertoire. At this time, my other nieces and nephews came downstairs and began huddling around the suitcase, each one asking me, ‘when is their grandma, my mom going to reach out to them?’ My response to them was I do not know. Spirits interact with different people differently. I told them it is possible she’s interacted with you already, and you just did not notice. That was not true. Spirits are experts at getting your attention. The nickname I have entities is the name Captain Obvious. My niece and nephews walked away from my suitcase believing that my mom, their grandmother was behind all of this. I did not have the heart to convince them otherwise. No sense in incurring the wrath of their parents, which is what would happen if I went down this avenue of talking about the paranormal. I cannot risk one of my siblings accusing me of making this trip about me which is what they would do if I started talking about ‘ghost stuff.’ My twenty-five-year-old nephew has his own story to tell now. He cannot deny what happened. Therefore, he must accept it and come up with his own interpretation. Whoever put that picture of my nephew and his younger sister in his suitcase upstairs is not through with him – There not through with both of us.
Two similar instances happening at different parts of the house involving two individuals that’s astounding. Could this have been a prank by another family member? You haven’t been paying attention. The picture I drew and gave to my mom I gave before my niece and nephews were born – the exception being my nephew upstairs. We’re all grief-stricken. No one’s rummaging through their relative’s luggage, placing pictures. Combine that with the house being empty (all of us were attending mom’s funeral and church services). Who would have the time and inkling to do this? To accuse any of my family members of a prank is an insult.
One of the things I learned from my ordeal at the Bothell house is things happen in threes. My mom’s house, with all of us here, is no exception. A weird thing happened yesterday. It is traditional after funeral services that everyone meets up at the house of the grieving family – that would be my mom’s house. Later yesterday evening, in the middle of everyone lollygagging – something lured my eyes toward the television. I noticed immediately that the television channels were changing by themselves. I circled the room with my eyes, hoping someone else would notice. No one did. Interesting how my line of sight was facing directly toward the television. I walked towards the living room from the kitchen, hoping to find one of the children playing with the TV remote control. They were not. I circled the room again, looking for the TV remote control – hoping someone might be sitting or standing on it. No one was. I found it. The television remote was resting comfortably above the chimney. That is the 1st activity. The 2nd activity, or 3rd activity depending on how you look at it, was last night – early this morning. I was the last person to go to bed last night. I know I turned off all the lights downstairs prior to me sleeping on the couch. 3AM – I was awakened by a white glare. Turning toward the direction of the glare was the kitchen light. It was on. I’m the only one downstairs. No movement coming from the kitchen or elsewhere for that matter – everyone is asleep. I found that odd. Odder than the TV channels changing by themselves. The only thing I could do was get off the couch, stumble my half-sleep self to the kitchen and turn the light off. Those three things 1.) TV channels changing by themselves 2.) light turned by itself in the kitchen in the middle of the night 3.) My nephew and I finding a picture in our suitcase – mine was a gift from me to my mom back in 2002:2003. But there is more.
October 16th – I unzipped my suitcase again (mom’s living room) and discovered another item – a SuzziPad Knee Ice Pack. I know this item. I bought this item for my mom back in May due to her complaining about swelling in her left foot. I hand-delivered it to her when I visited her Mother’s Day weekend. It’s sitting on top of my clothes in the zip lock bag it came in. It is impossible to not get emotional at this very moment. It’s important that I say this. Everything that has happened in this house (that I just mentioned) should not be considered a malevolent event. Do I have spirits attached to me? Yes, that in all sense and purpose has been rendered academic. Both by the events of today and what I explained in my second book, Attachments – Poltergeist of Washington State Part Two. I feel comfortable saying some of the entities attached to me are malevolent, and some are benevolent. Back in May 2002, when I was here visiting, my mom admonished me about turning off all the lights downstairs. She told me she always keeps the kitchen light on. The spirits were here then – they heard that conversation. It was not my mom that turned on the kitchen light the previous night while I was asleep it was them. Like I said in my previous books, the spirits are always listening. They always observe. Did malevolent spirits accompany me on this trip? YES! The first night I slept downstairs on the couch, the same night the kitchen light came on by itself, I saw them. Shadowy figures. Lots of shadowy figures – the most I have ever seen. Where were they? On the upstairs landing. There I was, lying on my back on the couch, glancing at the ceiling. I could not sleep. For the record, I am not thinking about the paranormal. Far from it. I’m thinking about the memories I have of this house. The memories I had with my mom. I am grieving about the way she died. I am suddenly distracted. My eyes point to the upstairs landing area. All I could see for a considerable amount of time were the shadowy figures going from left to right, right to left, on the upstairs landing area. If I had to guess what they were doing, I would say they were rummaging through everything they could get their hands on. I have never seen that many shadowy figures in one location before. Not even in the Bothell house. If they arrived here through me – which I know for a fact, they did. What does that say? What does that mean?
Bothell, WA – October 18th, 5:05AM (back in my own home now). I received a text message from my nephew. The same nephew who only a few days ago found a picture of his younger self and younger sister in his suitcase. See below
A text message from my nephew. My younger and
His ex-wife. Not my nephew’s mom. It’s important
to know that.
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