Inexplicable Occurrences: My Experiences with the World of the Supernatural

By Calvin A. Johnson

When one crosses into the world of the paranormal, it is a life-changing event. The further you explore, the more intense the experience.
It is akin to entering a Black Hole where nothing functions in a standard or familiar manner anymore.
All the rules have changed and there is no rule book to guide you. These are the stories of my journey into the world of the paranormal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Calvin A. Johnson
• Release date: Jan 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370789351

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Inexplicable Occurrences

My Experiences with

the World of the Supernatural

Calvin A Johnson

Copyright 2017©CalvinAJohnson

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Dedication and Acknowledgments

This book is dedicated to the following persons who helped me make it a reality!

Phyllis Burgess: Thank you so much for finding me a safe harbor in Stamford. CT with Grace E. Collins Johnson and Wesley Johnson. I was sorry that meeting you near the end of your life left us little time to talk. I am happy you knew there were no hard feelings. We will meet again.

Grace and Wesley Johnson: I was so lucky to have landed in your home. Grace Johnson loved me and disciplined me and encouraged me to excel in life. Who Calvin A. Johnson became I owe to Grace, more than any single person I have ever met. I have come to realize more than anyone in my life she understood me best.

John Gawlak: Through all the hard times I experienced in Stamford, CT, you were a true friend. I owe you so very much because in life we all need that one friend who will never turn their back on you. If not for you I would never have given writing a second thought.

Rose Putnam: Many thanks for making me recognize I could become a good writer. We shared some experiences of a paranormal nature made me feel comfortable in discussing mine. I wish you continued success with your Children Fantasy books.

Linda Barton: What can I say but thank you a thousand times over for helping bring this book to fruition! I am truly happy we’ve been able to share information on the paranormal. I would encourage readers interested in this subject to read your books.

Maria Fosco-Rantz: You are one of the most creative and yet down to earth people I’ve ever met. Thank you so much for taking time out to read my stories and give me feedback. You cannot imagine how much you helped me in assessing how to communicate with an audience. What can I say but hugs my dear!

Angela Salvatore: I have enjoyed being able to discuss how best to make readers aware of my inner feelings and perceptions. Your assistance has been invaluable. Thanks for being a marvelous and concerned friend for 40-plus years.

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Table of Contents

Title Page, Copyright Page,

Dedications, Table of Contents

Paranormal, The Grim Reaper Played Left Field,

Something Evil in the Wind 1, Something Evil in the Wind 2,

A Case for Teleportation? Climbing Back from the Edge

Kitty Prologue, A Long Overdue Goodbye, Kitty Epilogue

Russ: My Friend, 1974 66th and Broadway NYC

Somewhere a Clock Hand Turns

Paranormal

Late March 1952

I was five-years-old when I had my first paranormal experience. My mom's sister, Aunt Jack who lived in Washington D.C. had come for a visit. Mom was excited to get to see her sister, and so was I. Aunt Jack was such an entertaining lady. When she told a story, she always made the characters come to life. She also had a uniquely clever and creative sense of humor. Dad, on the other hand, did not like the reality he had to move out of his room and bed.

Once Aunt Jack had unpacked her bags and settled into the backroom of the house, we ate dinner. Knowing Dad was not pleased with the fact he would be sleeping in my room, Mom had made his favorite dinner of boiled pig’s feet and collard greens with potato salad and corn on the cob. She had told him since he needed to be up so early in the morning for work, sleeping in my room would work out the best. She said that way he would not disturb the rest of us when he left for work. The expression on his face let her know he was not pleased, but he knew it was best not to upset Mom by arguing.

Once we were all seated at the dinner table, Mom handed a bowl of the pig’s feet to Dad. Picking up a bottle of brown vinegar, Dad poured it over the pig’s feet. He poured so much of the foul-smelling liquid I thought certainly it would run over the side of the bowl and onto the table.

Aunt Jack glanced over at Dad and said with a playful grin on her face, Johnson, should I go to the store and get a couple more bottles of vinegar?

Dad did not respond, but I smiled at her comment. I knew Aunt Jack was exploding some levity on a man whose hardscrabble backwoods of South Carolina lifestyle, rarely had much humor in it.

Mom knew Pig’s Feet was not on any menu of mine. The reality was if God had issued a directive to eat Pig’s Feet my response would have been How much time do I have to do in Purgatory? I was thankful when Mom set a plate of fried, breaded Cod Fish down in front of me.

Pulling his attention away from his meal, Dad glanced over at me and grunted, You should eat this. It’ll make a man of you, Boy.

My Dad liked to say that whenever it was something I did not want to eat. I returned his gaze and shrugged my shoulders, I just want to play baseball, Dad.

I received no response.

***

After dinner, we all settled down for the evening. Mom and Aunt Jack went to the back bedroom where she would be sleeping. Dad had decided it was best to keep a low profile. You could tell he was not pleased, but he kept any comments to himself. I’m sure he was not happy with being kicked out of his bed, but I was enjoying every moment.

I could tell Aunt Jack being at our house made my Mom happy. I could hear them talking and laughing from the back bedroom. I remember hearing them talk about all the fun times they had as children. Then the topic changed to how much the family had grown over the years with all the marriages and children. I must admit that listening to them made me smile. The memory of their voices that night has always held a special fondness in my heart.

***

Realizing they would probably talk late into the night, I decided to go to bed. I must admit I was not thrilled about sleeping in my parent’s bedroom. I always had the feeling of being watched when I was in that room. I cannot explain it, but for as long as I can remember that uneasy feeling had always been there. Goosebump City describes perfectly how I felt.

I remember the previous year when I was four-years-old of having a strong sense of not being alone whenever I was in their bedroom. I would get the weirdest feeling and rush out of the room as quickly as possible if one of my parents was not there with me. Strange things always seemed to happen in that room.

Whenever my mom did the laundry, she would iron everything that had been hung out to dry. When she finished a load of ironing, she would stack everything neatly in a big wicker basket and typically have me carry the laundry upstairs.

Depending on whose clothes were in the basket I would go to either my room or my parent’s room, and place the laundry on the bed to be sorted into the dresser draws. I was responsible for putting my clothes away, and my mom would take care of theirs.

One afternoon, I was taking a full wicker basket of laundry to my parent’s room. I walked into the room like usual when I noticed the mattress was depressed as if someone was sitting on the bed. I inhaled, holding my breath, afraid to breathe. My mind spun wildly with thoughts of what to do. Should I run? Should I scream? I wasn’t sure how to react.

Not wanting to get close to that part of the bed, I took the laundry out of the basket and placed it at the foot of the bed. Once I had finished, I ran downstairs and told my mom what had happened.

You needn’t worry. This house is old and old houses sometimes have secrets. I know she was trying to ease my fear, but I will never forget how disturbed I was at that moment.

About three weeks later Mom again it asked me to take a load of laundry up to her bedroom.

The sunlight streamed through the three large windows in their bedroom, giving the room a warm glow. My mind was caught up in the moment when I looked over at the bed and saw the unthinkable… both sides of the bed were depressed. Setting the basket down on the end of the bed, I quickly ran downstairs and breathlessly told my mom what I had seen.

Calvin, some things in this world cannot be explained. Try not to be afraid as they will not hurt you.

I wanted to believe her, but I was not entirely sold on the idea of whatever was up there would not harm me. I just wanted whatever it was up there would go away.

***

I remember going to bed around 9 o’clock the night my aunt came to visit. My mom and aunt had closed the door to the backroom so they could talk, and my dad was snoring away in my room. I liked the king-sized bed in my parent’s bedroom because it was so comfortable. So, after a few minutes, I fell asleep, hoping nothing strange would happen.

***

The next thing I remember was the morning sunlight pouring through the windows in the front of the bedroom. I was happy I had slept the entire night, and honestly, a little surprised nothing had happened. Enjoying the moment, I stretched-out in the middle of the king-sized bed, and for some reason, as I was peering into the closet I knew something was in there. Suddenly, the hair on my arms felt magnetized, and my blood turned ice cold.

Then the unthinkable happened. I saw the dresses hung so neatly begin to move. It was as though some invisible woman was checking price tags on the sleeves of each dress.

The closet light was off which meant the only light in the room was the sunlight streaming through the windows. I glanced over at the door and realized it was shut. I had left it open, so my mom must have closed it while I was sleeping, allowing me to sleep in late.

The primal instinct to run was overwhelming as I watched the sleeves on the dresses flicked the way women do while shopping at Macy’s.

Run, my mind screamed. However, I found myself unable to move for several moments. Fear had locked me into inertia.

Glancing over at the door, I wondered if it would open when I pulled the door handle. However, what happened next removed all doubt of escape. I watched as an unseen force pulled the string on the closet light fixture, causing the light bulb to blaze brightly. Without a second thought, I leaped from the bed as if rocket launchers were attached to my feet. One and a half steps and my hands gripped the door. I yanked on the door, and it opened easily. I literally jumped 3 steps at a time until I hit the hall floor. I then rushed into the kitchen and sat on the chair in the middle of the table.

What do you want for breakfast? my mom asked, not seeing my frightened expression.

My aunt; however, carefully examined my face. Sitting in silence, I struggled, trying to decide if I should tell them what had just happened. Would they believe me?

Are you okay? Aunt Jack held my gaze. You can tell me anything. What’s bothering you?

Realizing I was unable to conceal my emotions any longer, I decided to tell them what I had experienced. After sharing what had happened, they both exchanged telling glances. Seeing this let me know they understood what I had seen.

There is nothing in this house that can hurt you, Mom tried to ease my fear.

Mom, how do you know it can’t hurt me? Whatever it is? It shouldn’t be here. How could she be so calm about this, I wondered?

Let me make you some breakfast, and then we’ll talk more on this subject. Mom then stood and walked over to the refrigerator.

After cooking my breakfast, she sat a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast with a cup of hot tea down in front of me.

Sitting at the table, Mom glanced over at Aunt Jack, who nodded.

There is an old spinster lady who lives here with us.

Mom, what’s a spinster?

A spinster is a woman who never married. This woman was never married or had children. She did have a serious passion for buying beautiful dresses, though.

Being a child of five years of age, all I could think to say was, Why can't she shop somewhere else?

Hearing this statement brought smiles and laughter from my mom and aunt.

***

I lived in that house until I was thirty-seven years old with many more events taking place. However, I do not believe it was just one entity roaming the house. One event that stands out in my memory was the night when an evil entity entered our realm through a portal from another dimension

It was a night I’ll never forget, and years later, it started me on the road to research these bizarre incidents. I had no idea on that Saturday morning there were many inexplicable occurrences which lay before me, nor did I understand how much knowledge I would gain about the world in which I live.

The Grim Reaper Played Left Field

The summer season on the East Coast around New York City tends to be hot and humid from July through the beginning of September. The weather offered one a good reason to be outside playing baseball or softball, or golf. I was introduced to both baseball and softball during the summer of 1956 when I began playing baseball at Woodside Park in Stamford, CT. Saturday mornings was the day my Farm League Team, The Bears, played organized baseball. After the routine of school