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When I was growing up, 1113 Sycamore was a
haunted house on my street. The light gray paint on the outside of the house
was peeling, revealing the wood underneath. Weeds and tall grass surrounded the
property. The fence was missing pieces and some sections of it had fallen.
I was 10, and my friend, David, was 11.
Although David was older than me, I was taller than him by an inch. We grew up together
in the neighborhood. Kindergarten—the first day of our lives—was just a little
easier with my pal, David, by my side.
One Saturday, David came to my house
wearing his backpack. “It’s Saturday! What’s with the backpack?” I said. He
told me he was going to “1113” to do a paranormal investigation. Before he even
asked me, I said, “I want to come.”
I had once seen a movie in which someone
was running, but the more they ran, the further away they became. I wondered if
I might have such an experience myself at 1113. The thought excited me! I’m not
sure why I wasn’t afraid.
We stood on the front porch looking at the
door for a moment before David opened it. “What do you know?” I said. “It was
unlocked.” David said the house was inviting us in.
The inside of the house was frozen in
time. Furniture, Knick-knacks, and pictures were sitting just as they had been
left. A thick layer of dust rested on the surface of everything. Dust danced in
the beams of sunlight pouring in through the cracks of broken wood covering the
windows.
David pulled out a “Walkie-Talkie” and
turned it on. “What’s that for?” I said. “Sometimes ghosts can send messages
through electronics.” He replied. As we walked through the house, we listened
for a message to come through the walkie.
I started feeling as if I just wanted to
go home, because our paranormal investigation, it seemed, was a bust. I was
about to say, “There’s no ghosts,” but then a voice came over the walkie, deep
and gravelly. It spoke a single word, “Blood.” David screamed, “Holy shit!” We
ran out the front door and kept running down the street, putting as much
distance between us and the house as possible.
I learned some years later that David had
told his dad of his plan to conduct a paranormal investigation. He explained to
his dad how he would use the walkie to hear the ghosts. David’s dad snuck over
to the rear of 1113 and used another walkie to prank us. He got his laugh.
Sometimes, our perceptions deceive us. The
most logical point of view is scientific skepticism because science has a
proven method to investigate the truth of any claim. The truth may be hard to
find in our reality, but it is not impossible to know. Just don’t be so sure
that you know anything!
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