Toronto Psychic Medium Carolyn Molnar answers the question, "Where have you been educated and where have you worked"?
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THE MYSTERY OF ROOM 6
Written by Carolyn
Monday, 31 August 2009
Judy, the perky manager of the Maplewood Hotel in Lily Dale, New York,
smiles knowingly when you ask her about rooms that are supposedly
haunted. It’s not uncommon, she says, for people calling for
reservations to ask for one of those rooms. Mostly, they’re
disappointed later because nothing spook-tacular happens – not even a
mournful sigh in the middle of the night. But that wasn’t the case for
us when we stayed in room 6 and experienced paranormal activity we’ll
never forget.
Lily Dale is the largest Spiritualist community in the world. Spiritualism is the belief that death is just a transition, and the soul not only continues on, but that loved ones, friends and even long-lost acquaintances who have passed into spirit are available to help and support us through life – if we welcome it. The village is home to about 45 mediums, and more than 25,000 visitors every summer enter the gated community in hopes of contacting a loved one who has passed into spirit.
So, in a place where spirit contact is prized, and paranormal encounters are commonplace, wouldn’t such activity be prized? Well, not when you’re trying to sleep.
My husband loves room 6 because it’s a corner room with cross ventilation. The Maplewood Hotel was built in the 1880’s, and most of the square rooms are hot in the summer (no air conditioning!). Before we met, he often stayed in that room, and never had a story to tell. The first time we were together in Lily Dale, three years ago, he got us that room, figuring we’d enjoy restful nights with cool summer breezes.
Ha!
In the middle of the first night, I woke with a start. Something cold brushed my back – something much colder and heavier than a breeze. My senses sharpened and I looked around the dark room. The air was still, and the silence felt deep. Warily, I put my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes…
I screamed when the cold hand again traced its fingers down my back. “Something touched me,” I whimpered, frightened. My husband, still half-asleep, moved closer to calm me.
The next morning, he had his own eerie story to tell. He’d woken in the night feeling like a great weight was crushing his chest. He couldn’t breathe, and turned his head toward me – yet I wasn’t there! I had somehow vanished! Gasping for air, he whispered a quick prayer for protection… and somehow fell back asleep.
You can bet we said a prayer for protection and white-lighted the bed every night before going to sleep. And we never stayed in room 6 again. Until this past summer…
The room was open and the memory of that ghostly night seemed too distant to worry about. Besides, 6 was one of the biggest rooms in the hotel, and we were tired of staying in cramped quarters. (I’m a Taurus, which means that when I travel, I bring as much of my home with me as I can – much to my husband’s chagrin as there are NO elevators as well!!!)
Our first night in 6 was cool and pleasant, and we drifted easily into sleep. Until we were wakened by the people in the room above us, dragging furniture around at 2:30 in the morning. Exasperated, we looked at the ceiling, then each other and sighed, and closed our eyes.
We slept well the next night, and perhaps the next. But every so often, we’d wake to the sound of people above us moving heavy things across their floor. Once, my husband angrily leapt from bed, stormed into the hall and went upstairs. The sounds stopped, and I imagined him telling off our upstairs neighbours. (He’s a Leo, and not afraid to roar.)
But when he came back to bed, he said sheepishly, “I went upstairs, but I didn’t hear anything.”
Next morning, we told Judy about the noises. “I don’t know what it is,” she said with a grin. “A couple people have said they heard what sounded like workmen clunking furniture around. But I can tell you, nobody’s doing anything that late at night.” And then she told us which rooms have reported the most “activity”.
The next night we heard the phantom furniture movers – and always, around 2:30 a.m. My husband and I exchanged knowing smiles, and went back to bed. Whoever or whatever was moving things across the floor, God bless them – but could they please do it at 2:30 p.m., when no one’s trying to sleep?
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