All Spooked Up

By Teresa Carol and Amy Smith

There’s a ghost in your house? What do you do?

Teresa Carol has the answer. Filled with informative tips for dealing with unwanted ethereal visitors, All Spooked Up takes a charming peek into the subtle realms of the supernatural and provides the reader with professional “how-to” advice.

All Spooked Up<

• Language: English
• Publisher: Doce Blant Publishing
• Release date: Mar 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781734464658

Teresa Carol

Since 1985, Teresa Carol has been an International Psychic and Paranormal Investigator featured in books, on radio, television, social media and public venues. As an instructor of Metaphysics, she teaches that the spiritual realm is a part of this reality and that a little common sense can aide a person in understanding most paranormal phenomena. Teresa enjoys traveling to sacred sites to explore the spiritual world. Born with a happy heart, she has a gentle approach to diffusing fear and helping others learn through her experiences. Teresa Carol resides in the Seattle, WA area.

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ALL SPOOKED UP

by TERESA L. CAROL

Copyright ©2018 by Teresa L. Carol

All rights reserved.

2nd Edition Publication Date: March 2020

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Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9984294-6-5

Hardbound ISBN: 978-0-9984294-7-2

ePub ISBN: 978-1-7344646-5-8

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020932270

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This book is published for the sole purpose to provide information to readers with the understanding that the author and/or publisher is not engaged to render any type of psychological, legal, or any other type professional advice. The information and personal stories provided are the sole expression and opinion of the author, and not necessarily that of the publisher. No warranties or guarantees are expressed or implied. Although the author and publisher have made every effort to ensure that the information in this book was correct at press time, the author and publisher do not assume and hereby disclaim any liability to any party for any loss, damage, or disruption caused by errors or omissions, whether such errors or omissions result from negligence, accident, or any other cause. You are responsible for your own choices, actions, and results.

To Walt Lindgren and Amy Smith

Thanks for the editing and your ceaseless encouragement!

THANK YOU!

To Rory Briski, my fellow author, for all the technical advice and assistance.

To R.J. Shane for his gracious advice and unending assistance.

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1: There’s a Ghost in My House

Chapter 2: Becoming a Professional Ghost Buster

Chapter 3: Seeing Ghosts

Chapter 4: The Three States of Consciousness

Chapter 5: What is a Ghost?

Chapter 6: My Younger Years

Chapter 7: Background

Chapter 8: Ghosts are Everywhere

Chapter 9: Protection

Chapter 10: The Investigation

Chapter 11: Good-Bye Mr. Ghost

True Ghost Investigations

The Case of the Fife Fires

The Case of the Crying Infant

The Case of the Ghost Children

The Case of the Hidden Tunnel

The Case of the Lost Children

The Case of the Tree Spirit

Glossary

Other Books from Doce Blant Publishing

Preface

The Art of Ghost Busting is seldom as simple as rumbling out to a site in a broken-down jalopy and sucking the ghost up in a super-tech ray gun, to be disposed of in an incendiary device back at ground zero. The motion picture Ghost Busters, although by no means true to life, does not portray Casper, our beloved childhood friend, who wisped through the air looking for someone to still his loneliness. Rather, something much more disturbing is fermenting in the apartment of the movie’s leading lady. So it is with an authentic paranormal investigation. Things are never quite as straightforward as one might hope.

Throughout my years as a Professional Investigator of paranormal events, several factors have become extremely apparent to me. Woven all around, and intertwined with our reality, is the Spiritual World. So, when someone suddenly becomes aware and frightened of it, what has happened? Normally, the change is with the individual who has perceived the phenomena and not with the environment. It’s as if that individual has been traipsing through life severely nearsighted, and now, having recently healed from eye surgery, is horrified by what he perceives around him. Moreover, ghosts are not the only spiritual occurrences that can inadvertently be perceived. There exist dimensional doorways, enchanting and terrifying mythical creatures, as well as thought forms, and of course, individuals who enjoy harassing others with hoaxes. So, when I go out on a Ghost Bust, the last thing I look for is the ghost. Most times it will be there, buried among the emotional trauma, the inter-dimensional rift, and the skeptic’s day of poetic justice. When I go out, it’s because someone is in crisis and the fabric of his normally predictable reality is no longer serving as a cinema screen on which he can turn off the lights and happily sit in the dark, believing that his world is what is projected on the plasma monitor in front of him. Therefore, when I go out, I go prepared to deal with emotional crises, mental breakdowns, spiritual emergence, and people at their worst. The ghosts—that is simple. I sit in my office and clear them out once the real work is done.

Teresa L. Carol

Chapter 1:

There’s a Ghost in My House

I stand here in the dark on the far side of the master bedroom. My back is pressed against the bathroom door. Something just touched my arm, and I can’t see anything. I shudder. It is so terribly chilly. Even though I have no curtains on the window and the moon is out, it is pitch black. I stand as though frozen, my heart beating madly. I am all spooked up. I want to cry out and wake my husband; I want him to turn on the light. I wait here struggling for the courage to walk across the dark room and get back into bed.

I hate this. More than I can express, I hate this freezing black cloud that hovers in my bedroom each night. It makes me nervous and overreactive. And what’s worse, I act like such a scaredy cat.

I inhale deeply; it stings the insides of my lungs. It’s frigid in here, yet I know I set the thermostat at 60° when I came to bed merely two hours before. Step by shaking step I move toward the far side of the bedroom. I stand looking out the large window at the nearly full moon. The light casts shadows from the trees. Outside I can clearly see the shape of a fence, a rock, a tree, even the path.

Yet, as I turn and look back at my bed, I only see dark. It’s like being in a closet with the lights out. In the adjoining room, which shares the same view of the side yard, I know that moonlight spills through the window and drapes across the furniture and the floors. But here, there is no illumination from the moon. It is as if something has sucked out the light and replaced it with icy cold.

I drop down to a squat and search for the dog’s bed. Bandido, our little roan-colored cocker spaniel is nestled into his wicker basket.

Good, I think, petting him. He normally makes a beeline for my spot in the bed whenever I get up. At least I don’t have to find him in the dark and struggle with getting him back to his basket. I pull his blanket over him and head for the bed.

I grope, searching for the mattress. Tonight, it seems as if it’s been moved another three feet farther from the window. I slip out of my robe and slide into bed to spoon up behind my husband. He instinctively pulls away. My body is cold, and my hands and feet are icy. In his sleep, he pulls the covers up and over his head and curls tighter into a fetal position.

I am so cold I doubt that I will be able to get back to sleep. I could get up and take a steamy bath, or at least put on my slippers and have a hot drink in the other room. That would warm me up.

I see movement. Rising up on my elbow I strain to see in the dark. I hear the bathroom door drag across the carpet as it opens, and then it sucks shut. I listen as the bathroom fan begins running over my husband’s soft snore.

I pull the pillow over my face and groan. I know it’s only a ghost. I know all about ghosts, but it still spooks me up. I just hate feeling so nervous and cold.

The smell of cigarette smoke drifts to the bed. For me, there is nothing worse than a ghost smoking in my house, except maybe a ghost who cries through the night.

What a thought, a crying ghost! No! Then, I think fiercely, I wouldn’t wait; I’d evict him immediately. But for now, I’ve resigned myself to live with a ghost.

I roll over and bathe in the moonlight that now floods through the window. Each time this smoking ghost leaves the bedroom, the light returns. It’s as if his very presence creates a barrier through which light does not pass. I rub my hands and feet trying to warm myself. I am starting to relax.

The bathroom fan clicks off and the door opens and shuts. Darkness creeps in to cover me for the night. I lie there shivering. I know the ghost has just joined us in the bed.

My husband and I bought the house almost two years ago. At first, I didn’t notice anything except the smell of cigarette smoke. I would wake up in the cold, coughing and trying to catch my breath, irritated that the house smelled like cigarettes. We painted all the walls and ceilings and replaced all the flooring. We even sprayed the furnace vents with a product guaranteed to remove cigarette smoke from metal. Yet, the little half bath off the master bedroom still smelled as if someone was smoking. It wasn’t a constant smell. It would be early in the morning around 5:30 a.m. to 6 a.m. and then at night from 10:15 p.m. to 11 p.m. Sometimes I would smell smoke in the bathroom on weekends, mostly in the winter. Once it smelled so strongly my husband swore that I had someone hiding in the bathroom and that they must have just snuck out the window. He doesn’t believe in ghosts.

On the property behind our house is a workshop with a small attached space that had obviously been used for storage. On one side, there was a nice-sized room of about 20x30 feet which had been sheet-rocked. I decided to tear out the rows of shelving and remodel the room into an office for myself.

One day while I was sitting there at my desk speaking with a client, the outer door flew open with a bang. Then the door to the office swung wide, and the smell of cigarette smoke flooded the room. My client stood up, obviously startled. I noticed movement where the shelves had once been against the far wall. Then the inner door shut and the outer door thudded into place.

Looks like I might have a ghost! I said without thinking. I looked around to see the horror in my client’s face. She didn’t find it at all amusing. She had been disturbed by the doors opening but had thought maybe it was the wind. She had also smelt the cigarette smoke. But, When the door shut, she stated, it was like someone pulled it firmly into place as they walked out. She was beyond startled. I spent the rest of our session calming her down and diffusing her fears about ghosts.

Looking through the multitude of pictures I’ve taken since we’ve adopted the dog, I notice in almost every picture taken in the bedroom there are a large number of round, colored lights.

These spirit lights are commonly known as orbs. Often a camera will pick up a streak or globe of bright light. The lights that look like flames are normally angelic beings, and the smaller colored globes are people or animals. Occasionally you can see the faces of people in glass objects or other reflective