He expects to share some of these experiences in his upcoming class, and he’ll also teach participants how to use equipment and perform different methods. They’ll investigate Veasey, then write a paper on their own conclusions.
“It’s always different,’’ he said of ghost hunting, “and you can never, ever plan on anything.’’
Soon, all is prepped, and the lights go off, one by one.
It’s 9:05 p.m.
Holding cameras, digital recorders, and electromagnetic readers, the team starts in the living room off the entry porch. Lights from their equipment shine like tiny red eyes; the floorboards creak as they walk around like moving shadows; their voices are disembodied in the dark.
