The one I don’t title with something cheesy like “A Touching Story”

On Sunday, November 11, PGI began a 22-hour investigation of the Old South Pittsburg Hospital in South Pittsburg, Tennessee. Excitement about potential evidence can be palpable, especially when you’ve heard the location is very active. I think every investigator is looking for a new experience, an experience that will leave an impression and pique the curious desire to investigate more often in the search for answers. I know all that is true for me. At OSPH, we were gifted with several new experiences.

First, little REM-y, our REM-Pod, got some action. The REM-Pod is designed to emit an electromagnetic field that can be broken by any material/object that has its own EM field. To manually set off REM-y, our investigators have to get very close to the antenna. Walking nearby or waving a hand around at even a short distance does not set it off. Our REM-y has worked hard on previous investigations, but has never gone off in a situation that we could not debunk. That changed when four of us sat in Martha’s room (in the old hospice section on the second floor) with REM-y in the hallway outside the door, between Martha’s room and the hospice room that was once a morgue. Sounds like a delightful place to hang out, I know. To each his own. Anyway, in the midst of our random conversation, little old REM-y squealed and flashed lights for a few seconds, then nothing. There was nothing electrical to interfere, we were not close enough to manipulate the device in any way, and no one was in the hallway . . . or maybe someone was.

The next experience was solely mine. I can honestly say that I have never really felt I was touched on any previous investigation. I have felt a presence in the room, but I have never had the presence feel me. After the incident with REM-y, our group reconvened in the hallway by our break room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off REM-y back down the long hallway behind us. REM-y glows, and I was seeing the glow, then the glow would disappear. Maybe a trick of the eyes. After a while of watching, standing off on my own, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and moved nearer the group blocking the entire hallway. I felt a rapid succession of three or four pats on my upper arm, as if someone were politely asking me to move and let them pass. Instinctively, because my mama taught me manners, I immediately moved to allow someone to pass. I turned to see who was going by, but there was no one behind me. Best part? The patting was audible against my winter coat, and I wasn’t the only one to hear it.

The third experience was thankfully one that we could all share in, and we can even share it with you, thanks to Clint and his camera! I won’t go into a play-by-play, because I’m pretty sure you’ll watch the video and see for yourself, but I will say this: It is interesting that instead of doing what I asked, whatever opened that door did the opposite. The previous night on that same hall, we had some intriguing and frustrating flashlight interaction. The light came on, but any time we would ask for it to go off, it would wane and almost totally go off until we began to say “Thank you,” or “You did a great job,” or “You did it!” As soon as we were satisfied it was going to grant our request, the flashlight would come back on to full brightness, as if to say, “I don’t have to mind you.” Maybe Buddy is really there, and maybe he’s a typical kid having some fun messing with the living who roam the hospital.

Whatever the circumstance, I’m still excited about that door opening. I’m excited that you can hear the clicking sound of the knob. I’m excited that even if we weren’t directly facing the door, you can see the eerie progression of the light spilling into the dark hallway. I’m excited that Heather was so excited she says, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I’m excited that you can see the door open right after I ask Buddy to close the one across the hall, even if I hate hearing my own voice on a recording (listen to the southern twang on the word “bear” – I really sound like that). Mostly, I’m excited that you can share our excitement. Enjoy the video, and if you are part of a group looking for a place to practice and/or gain new experiences, put OSPH on your to-do-as-soon-as-possible list.

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