STRANGER IN MY OWN HOME  will eventually be a book compiling information & evidence over the years as a conduit

Here is a synopsis of what’s in the book:





“If asked, Cynthia Rae would’ve said she was a Jacqueline-of-all-trades:  successful house flipper, happy divorcee, doting grandma, staunch atheist. But what she never would’ve expected in a million years was that she could be a medium who talks to  the dead. Or were they the dead?

Once waking from a portentous dream filled with unearthly sounds & images, her home came alive with a macabre assortment of ghouls, gropers & things that go bump in the night – a veritable Grand Central Station for forces paranormal.  

Her haunting began as a visual parade of strange beings but, little by little, the voices started speaking to her:  at first, as cloying whispers. Then, in demands for attention. And finally, as shouts she could no longer deny. She couldn’t believe that nothing stays buried forever, be it bones or bodies.

I was calling the parapsychologist again, I couldn’t deny it. The shadow was back.
My senses were coming alive. That’d be a way to say it. I seem to be hearing & seeing things that were completely new to me. I never cared about the paranormal before. Why would I? I’m a practical, grounded business woman. I’d gotten my life in order and come out onto something resembling a quietly satisfying top. I was happy doting love & attention on my grandson. I was in a place where some people would know real content & then, things shifted. It was gradual at first, but there was a palpable shift happening.
I wasn’t trying to bug George, but I always felt like I was bugging him.  George Waltz was an expert in his field of parapsychology & in demand. He’s a busy guy, I get that. I had no one to talk to about the haunting.  The fear of being labeled & shunned by family & friends in a conservative Christian state was an unbearable thought for me. And in my business as a house flipper, who would buy a house that was haunted? George became my only lifeline. But, for as smart as George was, I swore sometimes he just didn’t get it.
A different array of phenomenon was manifesting, sensory moments were starting to take shape, like I was being led down a hallway towards…..? Ahh, that was the maddening part: the unknown aspect of it all. And, if I wasn’t alone, what exactly was I keeping as company?
This stuff scared me, to be completely honest. I felt like I had no solace in any of it. That intense fear was paralyzing & any bad thing could happen when you’re messing with forces you don’t understand. My nerves frayed as the days wore on. My sleep seemed prone to a schedule of invasion from forces I couldn’t identify but hazily. And it kept ramping up! I felt my peripheral vision had bloomed because I was always on guard for….well, I didn’t know what, honestly. An expectancy permeated the air inside the house. And here I am conflicted with the idea of being tortured in hell for all of eternity without a choice whether to interact with the paranormal forces. What did I know about this stuff?
I began noticing what appeared at first to be a heavy traffic of steps up on the second floor, their shiveree beginning to captivate my attention. There were footsteps all hours of the night that would patrol upstairs on a schedule of their own design, always out of eyesight but never earshot. And that damn shadow kept slinking around, sometimes along the baseboards in the kitchen. It would slide along the creases in the wall, stuttering in wild gestures & hurrahs. I couldn’t say for sure, but my intuition – something I never put much stock into before – even began suspecting that this living shadow was the one pacing upstairs & stealing my sleep. If I wasn’t alone, what exactly was I keeping as company?
Entities began making themselves known in the dark of sleep, sounds of the house snapping, cracking almost like in some type of code as if they were answering my thoughts. Its one thing to hear them speak to you, but there was more, an ‘unusual more.’ I had periodic moments of dread wondering if this was an onset to loosing my mind. What a horrific thought. If I had a choice between this & a haunting, I couldn’t even choose.
The haunting gave a new definition to taunting. And if I had to describe it, I would describe it exactly like this, a “taunting haunting.” Something was sewing their influences in what seemed to have life of its own. I didn’t like it at all. Not one bit, but I knew by this time I had to do something, I just didn’t know what. The exhaustion & stress was inescapable. It kept riding me, keeping me in a state of confusion. And when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.
 I was at crossroads with whatever was raping me from a normal life. Its overt persistence was a constant reminder it was in control,  being persistent & unwilling to heed to any alternative agenda besides its own. Opening that door into the unknown was daring choice but I knew by now I really did not have a choice.
 My Christian  background was my fear base. Those scenes from Revelation had been burned into my mind from church. How could those images not press themselves into younger minds?  The things the angels always fought smelled of brimstone & sulfur, it said. They swam in a lake of fire & laughed horridly, it said. They tortured sinners in Hell for all of eternity, it said. Dear God, did this have to be them? I had to know.
George told me not to use any religious rituals for banishing, but I didn’t listen.  I learned there was a exorcist in my community. I felt compelled to render this type of banishment before I opened that next door. After making this decision, I was finally feeling a sense of ‘safe’ & knew for the first time in months that I might have an undisturbed sleep from the unknown forces that harassed & harangued me at night.
Nighttime came with contentious anticipation after that day. I pulled the covers back placing my hand on the bottom sheet as I shifted into the bed. Pulling back quickly from the bed in disbelief I felt a sandy texture on top of the sheet. I turned the light on and was in disbelief to discover salt was spread almost evenly from corner to corner under the covers of the neatly made bed. Knowing I was the only person in my home that day besides the exorcist, I knew after all the ghost shenanigans, there could be only one answer. I was mortified! It occurred to me that a pattern was occurring……rejection spurred the intensity of the taunting activity.
The taunting & ghostly shenanigans continue to demand  on a schedule of their own.  Loud knocking on the wall or a whistle, “Yoo hoo” vibrates next to my head after I retire to bed. I find a corner next to the wall believing the wall might somehow protect me or give me a false sense of safety? The loud knocking on the wall next to my head permeates through my ears shifting & stiffening my neck & head. Dreaded nights passed & I found myself in a fetal position curled up under the blanket surrounded by routinely building a pillow fort around me. Every night I closed my eyes, these faces, many faces, one after another would pass by my eyes like a slide show. Who were these strangers? What did they want? I don’t know them, not one. I continued to be awakened by what felt like intense penetrating electrical sensations throughout my body as if they intentionally wanted me to hear or see some kind of ghostly manifestation.
The taunting whistles & knocking would manifest next to my head at night on the wall I thought would give me a sense of being protected & somehow immune to the ghostly shenanigans. One night I heard one tell me to succumb after knocking on the wall next to my head. Feeling frustrated, I got up & pounded back on the wall while telling him to “Fuck Off!” Just moments after the wall bellowed a shocking & vicious sound like it was caving in!
Paranoia radiated my existence. I began hiding in my closet to dress & undress knowing how silly it was, but I knew by now I was being watched. I acquired a new art to getting ready in the morning. I started dressing in my walk-in closet realizing by now that I was being watched at all hours & time.  One morning my 5 ft rack of clothes flew straight out. A clear message that we are all exposed to the spirit realm & the magnitude of strength & power they possess is something to behold, and a demand for respect. Funny, but I responded by saying..”Good One.” By now that’s how desensitized I had become to all of this by now. As the day wore on, like any day, the magnitude of what happened grew its own intensity & spurred disbelief at the same time.
My journey went to a new level. Curiosity. I started taking photos & videos. I had a burning desire to validate what I was experiencing. My captures stunned me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I still couldn’t bring myself to record audio just yet. The Christian dogma still haunted me. “Don’t talk to the dead.” Hell bound consequences would be a hefty price to pay if this is true, right?
I took the plunge & set aside my Christian fears of being damned for eternity. I knew telepathy was a thing because they answered my thoughts. Did it really make a difference if my thoughts were spoken out loud? How silly was this? I mean come on, right? Even though I was still reluctant to speak out loud, I had a greater quest than worrying about going to hell. I wanted to prove to myself or anyone else I wasn’t crazy. That’s huge. I would know for sure now.
Upon waking, one morning, a flashlight was sitting on my vanity. I glared at this flashlight for sometime as thoughts danced through my mind. I saw a flashlight experiment on one of the ghost hunting shows once.  I started watching these shows seeking information & even feeling somewhat normal knowing others experience some of this. Soooo…I placed the flashlight down on the vanity length-wise and started to video my own experiment. I spoke out loud for the first time to whoever was trying to get my attention.
 I started the experiment feeling a bit shaken. I asked whoever was haunting & taunting me to dim the light. The light on the flashlight began to dim off & on. After three separate videos the light stopped dimming. I watched the videos in awe as I saw the light on the flashlight dimming on & off even though I could see it as I was taking the video.  I watched the last video wondering if it could be something logical, after all George taught me a lot. He would be the first to find some logic to anything I heard or saw. As I watched the last video, I could hear a faint deep male voice. I listened intently as I put the speaker up to my ear & heard a faint, but clear voice say, “I can’t dim the light.” I went in a state of intense mixed emotions validating any doubts about being crazy. An afterlife really DOES exist!  I heard a strange humming sound in the last video that suddenly stopped after this entity spoke. An orb came swirling out of the front of the light and absorbed into the vanity counter-top. I threw the flashlight far away from the house feeling it was some how contaminated. I then sent the video to George and he agreed to do an audio edit on it. George validated its authenticity.
I gradually began to realize that my captures were an unusual quality & quantity. I also questioned if my perception was influencing an outcome. Questions flooded my mind regarding the paranormal & some of my experiences. Can an outcome be influenced, determined & predictable somehow when interacting with supernatural forces? Is reflection, mirroring a thing?
These were intelligent entities I was interacting with daily. New & magical doors into the unknown opened. Time passed with enhanced & an abundant interaction with them. I learned that I had an influence over controlling orbs, retrieving answers, predicting outcomes, contacting the deceased, I could hear them having conversations among each other, giving me advice, picking correct cards & other amazing experiments that manifested results both physically and/or audio. I was hearing them communicate in a way that nobody else could. ‘Audio Apophonia’ became a new definition for a new way of communication with them. The physical manifestations took on a new life that was beyond the of para-norm.
Several years have passed now with new & inspiring evidence that we are not alone here on this planet. I was given a key to unlock the that door beyond this human life and an unusual opportunity to peek into the unknown. When I was fearful & overwhelmed, this is what they said to met:
“Relax and be calm”
“Live life to it’s fullest”
“We will guide you”
Your perception will be your outcome. I believe the spirit realm has a set of unwritten rules and your decisions will be your fate in life just as it will be your fate in theirs also. My work continues with the paranormal on a daily basis with amazing results to share with all of  you.