Mrs Hendricks' farm – pt. 2

Hello friends.

As promised and on time, here's the rest of the story I got from my dad's journals about Mrs Hendricks' farm.

"Third night.
After last night's activity I decided to stay indoors as my presence outside seemed to cause something of a commotion.
I had gathered enough baseline information on several rooms inside, so I could study the reason behind this activity. I can say it is an intense case but something tells me it's not aggressive. I have come to doubt my own conclusion every time I remember that a man has died as a result of his encounters with this entity.

Temperature data was not enough to help me identify a specific location or source for what's happening here. Magnetically I got readings in the main bedroom and the kitchen. There's a lot of static in the bedroom, which can be misinterpreted sometimes. I set up my video and audio recorders in the kitchen and stationed myself in the bedroom.
There were spikes and noises from as early as 9pm. I once again tried contacting it a few times and got no reply of any kind. I'll check the recordings in the morning hoping I got better luck in the kitchen."

"Morning of the fourth day.
Interesting development after I checked my recordings. First there was a voice, or more like a grunt, on the sound recorder. The video showed a cupboard door opening and closing. After checking the time of each phenomenon I found it happened each time I tried and contact the entity in the bedroom. Easy decision, easy solution, tonight I will concentrate my efforts in the kitchen."

"Fourth and last night.

This is the first night Mrs Hendricks is joining me. I assured nothing would harm her as long as she sticks with me. She took a seat at the kitchen while I set up my equipment. Proving she was quite nervous about the experience, she kept chit chatting throughout, in contrast to her usual quiet and reserved self.
I asked politely for some silence as I attempted contact. A noise was heard near the cupboard. I enquired as to the contents and was told only cups and mugs were kept there. She got up and grabbed a broom, "just in case is a rat" she said. Now I was frightened. Not a big fan of rodents.
I approached the cupboard door and called for it again. Another noise from inside, this time louder. I started asking basic questions to the entity, which I don't usually do, but I had to try and understand why it was manifesting inside this confined space. Thoughts came through my mind. Was I right in my first analysis and this is a poltergeist and as soon as I open this door a mug will fly right at me? Or is it something inside bothering it so much it has to be haunting the people in the house?
The noise from inside kept happening after every question I asked. It clearly lost patience with me as several cupboard doors start to open and close. My first reaction was to check Mrs Hendricks, who was paralysed looking at it in terror. I told her it was nothing to be worried about and stopped my interrogation not to provoke any more similar activity.
I approached the cupboard and opened it carefully. Nothing happened. I checked my readings and it was all the same still, but there was no sign of it. I looked around and found mostly regular looking cups and mugs and one old tea pot at the back. I asked her if all these items were hers and she started to point out the ones that were or not. The tea pot was in the house when they bought the farm. I remembered they got the place at an auction because the owner, a lady who lived by herself, had died with no one to leave it for. It all seemed clear then. I took the tea pot and to our surprise the kitchen door to the outside flung open. Without hesitating I took it out and could feel the pressure on top of this small object, similar to a strong wind pushing you, almost steering as you walk down the road. I dared not to open it indoors, afraid it could do more harm than good. I kept walking allowing the unseen to guide me. We reached a river that runs in the back of the farm. The pressure stopped. I opened the tea pot and was surprised to find a military medal of honour, a goodbye letter and two wedding rings. Both living people were very touched at that moment. We were brought back to reality as a noise was heard in the water. We looked for a while waiting. Another noise, similar to a pebble thrown in the water. I got the hint, approached the bank of the river, emptied the contents of the tea pot in the water and threw it as well. Mrs Hendricks and I stood there looking at the river. She started to cry and I imagined that cry contained her sadness at the old woman story, at her terror in the hands of that spirit and the loss of her own husband."

"Conclusions.
Halfway through this investigation I had a hunch this entity was not aggressive and Harold Hendricks' death was more an accident than some evil doing from this lost soul. By finding the object that belonged to the deceased and releasing its contents away from the house the energy inside changed completely and it was safe to assume no more haunting was gonna happen there. One odd thing was the presence of the same amount of static in the bedroom as before, but after analysing all the information Mrs Hendricks told me that last night I've come to the conclusion the static was the result of the fear and dread the couple had gone through every time they spent the night at the farm. That would account for the lack of contact from the entity in the room. Fear it seems can keep some spirits away, it's too strong an emotion and it releases a lot of energy into the space around us. Job done, but this one will stay with me for a long time."

On a later journal I read an entry where my dad found out the woman's husband was a sailor and his ship was sunk in the Atlantic by a German sub, she never remarried and died alone at their farm. Sad story indeed. Mrs Hendricks died a couple of years later. She left the farm for the British Legion.

This was one of the first stories my dad told me as he was revealing his work as a paranormal investigator, after I had my own first experience. I have never come across a similar case in all my years investigating, so I find this one really interesting. As a kid I remember getting scared that some of the old pieces of furniture we had in the house would bring its former owner to haunt my bedroom.

Hope you enjoy the read.

Love,

Miles.