A Close Death Makes One Think

A Close Death Makes One Think

Evaluating Everything I Know

For those who do not know, the reason why I was absent from not only my website, but from Trendy Times for about two months was due to a death in the family. I always say that my biggest fan of Scared Sheetless is my grandfather, Richard Paradie. He'd be up at three in the morning, I'd wake up, and he'd let me know what he thought. Most of the time, in life, he was very optimistic about what I wrote and told me to keep on perusing my goals as a writer. He would always say, "You need to get a book out." We were close, we still are close, and I’d like to say that it will be out very soon. But ever since his death on October 22nd, 2012 I've been re-thinking everything I've learned about the paranormal and spirits.

Because I've always thought if there was one person who was going to 'haunt me' it would be him. Whether it was him whispering, "Go out and walk. We need to keep the team going." Or saying something relatively as annoying (he had a habit of trying to get under people's skin - in a good way) as that. But he's been passed for almost three months and still, nothing. Maybe it's my need to have him around, because where there was him, there was always me, and vice versa; or maybe I'm being selfish and need to let him, wherever he may be, do his own thing. I don't know the rules they have, if any; I don't know if he's with his family on the other side and just making up for lost time. I don't know.

 Then, there's the back of my mind, the back of the mind that screams, "Maybe this is all a lie! Spirits don't exist." And it scares me. There's some who would agree with that screaming voice in the back of my mind, but then again, you probably don't have a close family like I do. If you did, you'd want to have an afterlife, and you wouldn't just want to disappear in a black void of nothingness. To me, that doesn’t sound like a grand old time. But that voice still screams and it makes me think of why, out of all people, he hasn't tried to get in contact with me.

However, this may not be true, because it was a few weeks later when we did an investigation at the Sugar Hill Inn. You may remember the article a few weeks back by the title, "Shock, Awe, and Possession." I had to cut out several parts from it due to it being too long for publication in the Trendy Times. Here's what happened and you be the judge if it was just coincidence or it really was him:

We went into another room, just two doors down from the Davis room. It was calm, at first. We got no response from the Pendulum, but I felt cold. Like an air conditioner was blowing right on me. I told Michelle about it and she took my temperature using a digital thermo device. I registered at a 61. Michelle and Nancy were coming in as a 75. The room itself was 68. Why would I, a human being, be colder than a room? Nancy asked if there is a spirit attached to me and it started to go to yes. We then asked if the spirit is a female, it said no; a male, it said yes. It made me wonder. On October 22nd of 2012, I lost my grandfather, Richard Paradie, after a long battle with sickness. A man who was stronger than death and gave Death itself one hell of a fight, I figured his spirit would be strong enough to do what it wants. I wanted to know who it was and asked Nancy to ask if it was him, it said yes. I asked him questions I was pretty sure of what the answers would be: I asked him if he was mad that I haven't walked lately and if he was mad I was smoking again, both times it swung fast enough the chain was hitting Nancy's fingertips. It also looked at times as if it was vibrating; something that has never happened on any investigation. I asked if he was watching over me, Tyler, and Tazia (his grandchildren), it said yes. Lewkis came in and we stopped the Pendulum and after that, I got warm again. I felt like he was gone, for the time being. He, if it was him, wouldn't make another appearance the rest of the night.

You notice I say if it WAS him. I don’t want to think my mind fabricated this, because I really wanted it to happen. But you just got to think logically, maybe my mind really was fabricating that it was him. I need more concrete evidence that he really is around. I need to see him, I need to hear him; I can’t just have these “feelings” that he’s around. However, if it was him, I thank him for being there.

My grandfather was a really interesting guy. We were almost two complete opposites, but I felt like we both knew each other like the back of our hands. From his stories I got interested in writing myself. From his stories I’ve started calling my grandfather “The Last New Hampshire Outlaw.” Maybe I’ll have to convince Gary to let me tell you a few of his stories, because nobody truly is dead if you keep their memory alive.

If you'd like to take a moment and see the video I made for my grandfather, that would be grand. You can see why he will be missed...