Tormented by Ghosts

By Lynda Bogert and Darrell Gibbs

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Read about one woman's supernatural encounters and hauntings being terrorized by ghosts. A book about one encounter after another that will leave you gasping for breath. Be aware, we are all surrounded by ethereal entities who are letting us know they are there!

She wants to be normal, but the spirit world has other plans. Tormented by Ghosts is a true story about her unfortunate encounters with ghosts and other otherworldly paranormal phenomena that have greatly affected Lynda's life. The struggles include harrowing encounters of unwanted Out of Body Experiences (OBEs), her Near Death Experience (NDE), her horrifying visit from a demonic apparition, and mysterious bone-chilling ghostly visits.

Lynda has been dealing with the phenomena for over thirty years seeking guidance and help from various mediums and psychics to get answers to deal with the paranormal. She has developed her own psychic abilities over the years to assist her in warding off negative and evil ghosts to protect herself and her family. Her daily battle is to overcome the paranormal and control the abilities that she has been given! Is she seeing and hearing ghosts that may have a message for her or to let themselves be known or to simply taunt her?

This is a story with many stories. You'll want to sleep with the lights on because it could also happen to you, too"

A Riveting Book, You Won't Want to Sleep With the Lights Off!

Ethereal anomalies follow and attach themselves to people creating paranoia and chaos in normal peoples' lives. You will read scary and frightening accounts with the other side from:

Demonic Apparitions
Encounters with Poltergeists
Out of Body Experiences
Near Death Experience
Other Ghost or Spirit Encounters

The debut book from Lynda Bogert, Tormented by Ghosts - True Life Experiences is a new addition to the unexplained and true paranormal phenomena. Accepting her medium abilities as a sensitive and empathy, Lynda recalls past haunting experiences dealing with ghosts and spirits in the Supernaturalism and Ghosts & Hauntings' tradition of Gerard J.M. Van Den, Colin Dickey, Jay Anson and medium Kim Russo.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lynda Bogert
• Release date: Jul 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781773021225

Lynda Bogert

Lynda Bogert is a Canadian author of Tormented by Ghosts - True Life Experiences. The book is a paranormal thriller of her personal experiences. She was born and raised in Central Ontario, Canada. Lynda was a guest on KCOR Radio Real Paranormal Activity - The Podcast (S2 Episode 87) hosted by Aaron Hunter; and also featured on the first episode of Paranormal Survivor 3 titled Linda's Tug of War which aired January 2017 on the Travel Channel in the US and Travel & Escape Channel in Canada. Lynda is a country girl at heart, a lover of animals and nature. She has worked in real estate and has a background in cosmetology for the past 35 years. At an early age, Lynda went to cemeteries to read inscriptions of old headstones. Reading the headstones fascinated her to learn about past history. She had many questions about death, spirits, and the afterlife. Lynda had a spiritual awakening becoming aware of being a sensitive and an empathy. She has encountered many paranormal experiences throughout her life and it continues today. Lynda is guided by spirit to give loved one's messages and teaches others to protect themselves from negative entities. She wants to write and share her personal experiences with her readers. Lynda especially loves sharing her enlightening and phenomenal Near Death Experience to others. There is life beyond death, we all need to achieve a higher level of spirituality in this lifetime. You can connect with Lynda: Website: www.tormentedbyghosts.com Email: [e-mail] Twitter @LyndaLateffa40 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TormentedByGhosts/

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Preface

Over the past thirty years I’ve had many paranormal encounters, daily occurrences with ghosts and dark forces. All the paranormal ghostly experiences in my past still haunt me. I’ve had spiritual encounters with spirits and poltergeists, over fifty Out Of Body Experiences (OBEs) that I know of, and a Near Death Experience (NDE) where I went to heaven.

Ghosts and spirits are attracted to me like a magnet as they have manifested and revealed themselves to me. A demonic apparition tried to kill me by strangling me, but with strength and faith in my highest power, I persevered in fighting him off. Today, I am leery going to cemeteries because I don’t know what I am going to encounter, and as each day passes by, I never know who is going to show up or what will happen. It certainly is not a boring life.

Those who have passed to the spirit world are still people like us, just not here in the physical form. It’s also true with our pets.

Even today I continue to have paranormal activity around me. My psychic abilities are developing and getting stronger as I continue to learn on a daily basis. I am finally gaining an understanding of the supernatural. My abilities as an empath have gotten stronger now since my NDE. I have learned how to protect myself from negative entities and even human ones. I personally feel I have been tested by these experiences, which I never understood until now. As my soul grows, I have become more receptive to connecting with other souls in the physical and spiritual world.

Reading this book may terrify you, but know my experiences have truly happened. My hope is that you will become more aware of who is in your home, learn how to deal with situations like what I have experienced, and protect yourself through your highest power, and above all rid any negative ghosts who feed on your fear to increase their energy.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the book as much as I loved to write it.

Acknowledgements

Lynda’s Acknowledgement

I especially have to thank my highest power, God, for making me strong and keeping me safe.

To my family and friends for believing, supporting and standing by me for what I have gone through. I love you all.

To my Aunt Kitty and Aunt Janet because they believed in me and were there for me every step of the way.

I would like to thank Dan, Warner and Marilyn, who in my opinion, are the best mediums/psychics in the world. They inspired me. Thank you for all of your invaluable knowledge and insight, opening my eyes, teaching me to understand, and guiding me on my spiritual path.

Thank you to my spouse, Darrell, whose encouraging support has forever kept me strong, sane, safe, and who pushed me to finally write this book.

A special thank you to Charlie, who understood and accepted me. Thank you for spending time with me in heaven and showing me how beautiful it is.

To Tyler, a very special young man who has passed onto the spirit world, thank you so much for finding me, guiding me, and making me laugh because you still have your witty side. You introduced me to your wonderful family and I thank you, Tyler.I have to say thank you to one of my special dogs. Her name is Amber. She was a beautiful purebred Irish Setter who was my Baby Girl and I had her for 14 years. She passed three years ago. Amber was also tormented by ghosts, but we stuck it out together. I loved her so much and I know we will reunite again.

All my love and God Bless!

Darrell’s Acknowledgement

I would like to thank our circle of friends who have shown support in planting the seed for this book. I especially have to thank Lynda for letting me be a big part of her life and to be able tell her story and the true accounts through the writings of this book.

Our combined heartfelt thank you to the entire Tellwell Publishing Team for giving us the opportunity in writing this book. Without your patience, guidance, and overall professionalism, this book would never have been written.

Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to my two amazing boys who stood by me and for all that we went through together. As your mom, I could not tell you what was going on as I tried to protect you from this. To my wonderful parents who put up with me. I love you all so very much, unconditionally. God Bless!

I don’t believe that ghosts are ‘spirits of the dead’ because I don’t believe in death. In the multiverse, once you’re possible, you exist. And once you exist, you exist forever one way or another. Besides, death is the absence of life, and the ghosts I’ve met are very much alive. What we call ghosts are lifeforms as you and I are.

Paul F. Eno, Footsteps in the Attic

1

The Beginning of

the Phenomena

My name is Lynda. This is my story that I’d like to share about my real paranormal experiences. Everyone has a true story to tell whether good or bad. Some people believe in the paranormal and some don’t. Everyone has their own beliefs. You may not believe my experiences actually happened because they haven’t happened to you, but do know that there is a world of the unknown; it truly does exist. I believe we live what we learn and learn what we have lived. This is the lesson I’m teaching and the wisdom I’m sharing.

I was born in Mississauga, Ontario. My parents are from different cultures. My father is German; his parents originally came from the Black Forest area, and my mother is Mohawk from the Tyendinaga Mohawk Territory, the reserve, east of Belleville, Ontario.

I moved a lot, at least thirty times in my life and I have finally planted my feet on the ground where I belong 51 years later. My family and I moved to Stirling when I was eleven and then to Belleville when I was fifteen years old.

In Stirling, I grew up on a small farm with a horse and some chickens. I had chores to do on the farm, which I enjoyed. We lived somewhat self-sufficiently and it was quite an exhilarating experience living off the land. I grew up a tomboy, and I still love nature, going fishing, and caring for all animals.

Growing up, I was a loner and considered a bit different than some of the other kids, so I didn’t have a lot of friends. I used to hang out at cemeteries. I felt very comfortable there; cemeteries were peaceful. I don’t like to call people who have passed on ‘The Dead’. I would walk around in the local cemetery reading the old gravestones that captivated me. Looking at the inscriptions left me wondering about their lives. I occasionally go to my family’s cemetery and still feel very comfortable visiting and talking with my relatives who passed on. It is no wonder I didn’t have many friends growing up! Now I try to avoid cemeteries. I will explain that in another chapter.

I left home at sixteen and moved in with Jim and his family. A year later we got an apartment together when I was seventeen and worked at a factory in Stirling. Jim was working as a foreman of a local paving company in Trenton.

At nineteen I got pregnant and I had my first beautiful baby boy, Tony. Early one morning about 5:30 am when he was about 4 months old, I got this weird feeling.

The baby’s crib was in our bedroom at the time and I thought I’d doze off and have a nap until he woke up. As I was about to fall asleep, I felt a very heavy sensation and then vibrations shooting through my entire body from my feet up to my head. I felt paralyzed, couldn’t talk or even open my eyes. My mind was awake, but I was panicking and then I felt like something had left my body. I then realized that my spirit had left my body and it rose. My spiritual body floated above my physical body over to the bedroom door for about twenty seconds and then I floated back to my body.

I was terrified and confused. I opened my eyes to see if Tony was awake. I was relieved that he was still sleeping. This was my first out-of-body experience (OBE).

I felt mentally exhausted. I closed my eyes and I drifted off to sleep again. I instantly went back into another OBE. I remember floating around the bedroom and had seen that my son was now awake. I needed to get back into my body to take care of him. As I was thinking this, my spirit snapped instantly back into my body, and jumped from the bed like an electrical shockwave was sent through it.

I was so freaked out but I realized my body was still incomplete again. I started to get up, but I felt so exhausted, like I hadn’t slept for days. I don’t know how long I went into the OBE for; I had lost track of time.

Over the next couple of hours I tended to my son and did chores around the house. It came time for Tony to have his afternoon nap and I lied down to have one, too.

Another OBE happened. This time I floated out of the bedroom and around the apartment inside our home. I floated back into my body and it took me a few minutes to realize I was still in somewhat of a trance-like state. It was an overwhelming feeling as if my mind and body weren’t attached to me. I was so horrified that I honestly dreaded going back to sleep. I didn’t know who to talk to about this or who would understand why this was going on, so I kept it to myself.

We moved out in less than a year. Jim and I bought a beautiful 3 bedroom corner lot home in Trenton. It had one main floor with a spacious open concept design. Jim renovated parts of the house and built a double car garage. We made our home to suit our needs, a beautiful cozy home. I became pregnant again and had another beautiful baby boy named Jay. Everything was going great and the boys had their separate bedrooms. My kids were always close when they were growing up.

I remember one night around 8 pm when Jay was about 5 months old. He had caught a cold, so I put him to bed putting a vapour rub on his chest. I buttoned up his pyjama shirt to his neck so he wouldn’t touch the rub when he fell asleep.

I walked quietly out of his room and as I walked through the door I glanced and looked down the dimly lit hallway towards the living room. I smelled an old musty odour as I saw something move that startled me. It was a dark shadow. The house was still. I didn’t know what it was.

It was a dark shadow-like figure that had moved from the hallway into the living room, and fast. It didn’t walk or run; it floated. I suddenly felt chilled and nauseated because of an odd odour in the hallway. I saw a scrawny man with long skinny arms. It frightened me and I felt unnerved. I left the boys’ bedroom door open and got up a few times to check in on them as this ghostly entity stayed on my mind. I didn’t see it again that night, but that supernatural occurrence gave me the creeps.

A week after the dark shadow experience, I had finished giving Jay a bath, and Tony was having his shower. After I finished getting Jay dressed, I picked him up and as I was coming out of the bathroom, I saw a flash of a dark shadow, again, the same familiar nasty smell as I looked down the hallway wall going towards the kitchen. This time I thought, am I being delusional or does this actually exist?

My heart raced thinking about the incident of the shadow a week prior. Tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my stomach knotted and twisted inside. I had such an eerie feeling overcome me from seeing the dark shapeless mass in the kitchen. I couldn’t make out any facial features or clothes, but he was a hauntingly dark entity. As I looked closer, the shadow vanished.

A few months later, I began having this weird feeling that something wasn’t right in the house. The atmosphere in the home changed. I had a gut feeling that we weren’t alone in the house.

Jim worked twelve hours some nights. At night I would sense something eerie and get this spine-chilling feeling when I would put the kids to bed.

Sometimes, I would sit in the living room and watch the television. I could feel someone standing in the hallway looking over at me. I had sensed this for the last couple of months. It got to the point where I was always nervous and skittish. I always had to have the lights on.

Late one night when I was watching TV, Jim came home, ate his supper, and went to bed because he had to get up early for work the next day. I was watching TV alone with only the kitchen light on. The light illuminated the living room and hallway because of the layout of house. About half hour into watching TV, the TV shut off. Oh, Shit! That completely caught me off guard. I hurriedly went to the bedroom and climbed into bed. I was so freaked out about the TV shutting off that I didn’t want to deal with anything that night.

I didn’t tell anyone about it and thought it happened for some other reason. But, what was the reason and who turned it off?

A week later while I was in the kitchen putting dishes away, I had the TV on so I could hear the news. Suddenly the TV shut off again by itself.

Are you freaking kidding me? Then it hit me. There was a ghost or a spirit.

Jim hadn’t gotten home yet and I definitely felt someone in the house after the TV shut off. I went into the boys’ room, and checked in on them; they were both sound asleep. I left their doors open in case I heard anything.

I was scared and had so many thoughts going through my mind. What will this ghost do next? What if the ghost touches my kids? My mind was racing and I started to panic.

After the TV incident, Jim finally got home. I tried to calm down the best I could to tell him, but Jim appeared so tired that I couldn’t talk to him about it. I went to bed with him instead of staying up. I had lain in bed awake for about an hour thinking and questioning myself. Who is this ghost? What does he want? I tried to rationalize the situation, but I had strong feelings; my intuition told me something else existed in the house from the spiritual realm.

Months had passed and all was quiet. There were no abnormal episodes of ghostly activity and life was more positive with purpose.

Unfortunately, my relationship didn’t work out with Jim. The kids and I moved out of the house when school was done for the summer, and Jim continued to be a big part of the kids’ lives.

The kids and I moved to a new home that was around the corner from where their dad lived. Our house was outside of Trenton. It was a 2 bedroom home with two living rooms. In the back living room, I put a set of bunk beds, using it as Tony’s bedroom and for when the kids’ friends sometimes stayed over.

After the first month of moving and settling in, I began to get a strange feeling. I thought, here we go again! Maybe the ghost from our previous house followed us? I didn’t know and didn’t want to know. I especially felt this daunting feeling more upstairs.

One late night about 1 am as I was falling asleep, I heard heavy banging on my bedroom walls coming from the left side of the room, three distinct heavy punches inside the wall beside my headboard. I jumped up, scared. I thought, what was that? I stood at my doorway to see if I could hear it again. I heard some more banging on the wall in my bedroom and then one loud bang. It sounded like a big fist was hitting the wall beside my bed.

Then I heard ghastly scratching noises a few inches around the wall beside the bed, claw-like sounds going down the wall. It started in the middle of the wall and scratched maybe two feet, then it would start over again. Sometimes lightly and then with some heavy scratching. My heart was pounding with a sudden surge of adrenalin as I heard another loud bang. The negative ghost periodically scratched the wall overall for a couple of hours. It seemed like an eternity listening to the eerie sounds.

I couldn’t figure out what this was and why was I being targeted for these hauntings. I tried to think positive that maybe it was a cat or something scratching inside the wall. The more I heard the banging, the more scared and terrified I got. I couldn’t move, but I had to stay upstairs to protect my kids, the best I could, given the circumstances. Eventually, the banging and scratching noises stopped. I was so petrified. I thought, poltergeists do that. Am I being haunted by a poltergeist? I thought that I was going over the deep end and that every home we had lived in was haunted.

During the time of this haunting and being tormented I had the light on and sat on the floor beside my bed with a blanket wrapped around me. Trembling with fear I prayed for it to stop I was so freaked out. The scratching and occasional banging finally stopped as I saw the early morning sunrise. After this freakish ghostly encounter I dreaded going back into my bedroom to sleep so I slept on the couch in the living room for a couple weeks.

It was summer time, late August when Tony was fifteen and Jay was ten years old. As they were older, at night the boys would normally go to bed around 11 pm. There were 2 bedrooms upstairs; the small bedroom was mine and I gave Jay the larger bedroom. The house was around sixty years old and it was in good shape. The doors still had the old metal doorknobs. Jay’s room was across the hall from mine, about six feet away. He would sleep with his door closed and I slept with my door open.

A couple of days later, I started to hear noises again behind my bedroom wall. It sounded like a scuffling noise at first and then the banging started. One thump, then another, and another against the wall, like something was slamming its body up against the wall to scare me. I didn’t know what to do and I was alone with my kids. I wanted someone to come over to comfort me and witness what I was experiencing, but it was too late to call anyone.

I was sitting on the bed, my body shaking with fear. I was praying in my head. I was too terrified to move anywhere in my room and I was too scared to leave. I sat on my bed anticipating the next bang and every time there was one, I jumped. My nerves were so bad that night I felt like I was a basket-case. The banging and the eerie scratching was off and on. I sat on my bed praying that it would go away. I had told whoever was doing it to stop and that they needed to leave. The banging stopped around 4 am and I was so exhausted I ended up falling asleep later that day.

I waited for the kids to get up and follow them downstairs. I was still trembling but I couldn’t show my children my fear. I prepared them breakfast and we continued on with the day as if it was normal. It was difficult for me as I couldn’t get the sounds of the scratching and banging out of my head. The haunting was playing on my mind and I couldn’t shake what I was feeling. A negative ghost was trying to get my attention. It definitely got my attention as I was edgy all day.

About a week later, around 10 pm, when Jay was sleeping, I thought I would organize a box of pictures. I was sitting on my bed when I heard my son’s bedroom door knob moving back and forth. It was as if someone was trying to open the door. I heard the doorknob click six times but didn’t hear or see anyone come up the stairs. I stood up and thought, oh my god, what is going on? I was too afraid to leave my sanctuary. I heard the door knob click off and on throughout the night. Jay slept through it, which was good. I didn’t want to scare the kids and I didn’t want to tell them what was going on. I wondered how I was going to protect my boys from ghosts bothering us.

The next night when Jay went to bed, I spoke quietly to the ghosts. Leave us alone! Get the hell out of here. Luckily nothing happened that night. I thought, Is that all I have to tell these ghosts for them to leave.

A few weeks later, it happened again for two nights straight. I could heard the click-click sound and now the floor was squeaking on the landing at the top of the stairs. It sounded like someone was walking at the top stairs by the creaking I heard. The top of the stairs was about four feet from our bedroom doors and I lay frozen on my bed on high alert. I didn’t want to be alone at this point anymore in the house. I didn’t get much sleep either of those nights.

It was so weird that I would hear paranormal activity in the house every couple of weeks. It was quite frequent and regular at times, but I didn’t know when it would come again.

I started dating a guy named Al. He stayed over some nights and was aware of the metaphysical activity going on around us. He wasn’t afraid of it and it was nice having a man around sometimes to keep me relatively sane. Having him near made me feel safe in the house.

One night around midnight, Al and I were getting ready to sleep when we heard some metal clanking downstairs. Not sure who or