My first encounter (to my knowledge) was on January 8, 1992, it was a Wednesday.  I received a management call from an owner of a property here in Sacramento. She was calling from South Carolina.  She got my name from a real estate agent I had done business within the past.  The owner had informed me at that time there had been a death (suicide) in the house and an eviction.

 A friend of the owners, here in Sacramento had been helping her with the house.  The owner understood the house was  ready to be rented, except for cleaning the carpet.  In the past she had trouble with the  last tenant whom she finally  evicted. She wanted a professional property management company to find a tenant for her this time.  The owner gave me the phone number of her friend and I made arrangements to receive the key on Friday the 10th of January.

I arrived early.  Our appointment time was for 5:45 p.m.  The owner's friend told me she lived across the street and would be home at that time.  When I first arrived I felt this anger, not from me but from the house.  So much anger, I couldn’t understand why I was feeling something like this just from driving up in front of a house I had never been to.  The garage door was open, but no sign of anyone.  Getting out of the car, I walked around the house. After reviewing just the outside, I knew I would have my work cut out for me.  Junk everywhere, and that was just the garage and yard.  I have done this type of work for a long time, and this was just another one.

After coming back from the back yard, there was a car across the street. So I walked over and knocked.  A woman answered the door and I told her I was here to pick up the key for the house across the street.  She looked at me kind of funny, and I said "Are you, Allison?". She said no, and walked outside with me.  I gave her my business card and let her know I was going to be managing the property.   In my business no one has ever given me their phone number especially a neighbor.  But  just like that out of the blue she gave me her name and phone number.  I thought how weird, in all my years as a property manager no one has ever volunteered their name and number.  When you manage property, they want your number not the other way around.

 While I was waiting for the owner's friend, the house was not giving me the best  of  feelings.  I had never felt this type feeling before, or if I had, never paid much attention to it as I did that late afternoon.  Finally the owner's friend showed up.  She wasn't very cordial to me at all.  She opened up the front door and went inside and turned on the lights and I followed.  There was not a living room light, she had to walk to the bathroom to turn on a light.  As I walked through, I noticed the coldness of the house, and the dark blue painted bedroom walls.  I could feel something was wrong, but just didn't know what.  All I could feel was anger.  And it wasn't all coming from Allison.  The house had a very bad smell.  I knew the carpets needed a lot of work and deodorizing.  All I wanted to do was just have this house cleaned up and brightened up.  It was so dark and cold.

Being in property management for more than fourteen years, I have had properties where the tenant or previous owner had died.  This had never bothered me or had I ever had a problem.  Being in this house didn't bother me except for the feelings I was getting.  I did know I would have to reveal the suicide to any prospective tenants, it is state law.  This would be about the only thing that bothered me because some people  don't want to get near a house where there had been a death, and this one had a suicide.

Before leaving the house all I could think of was I needed to get my friend (a psychic) over to this house.  Driving straight to the office, I called the owner in South Carolina and told her what I had found and that I had the key.  She was also informed of the condition of the house.  It was found very dirty, holes in walls that were patched white on dark blue walls.  Junk in and around the house that would have to be removed before renting, and lots of yard work.  It turned out to be much more than she or I had expected.  But she wanted it done and rented and I told her I would get back to her about the cost so she could send me some money.  The contract (management) had been sent on the 8th to South Carolina for her signature.  Before I hung up the phone I asked her if she wouldn't mind if I took a psychic over to the house!  After explaining what I had felt and the condition of the blue walls and other things the past tenant had done, she didn't say no, but I felt like she thought I was a little off my rocker.

 After the phone call with her, I called my friend and Psychic.  I asked her if she would be busy the next day that I wanted her to check out a house for me.  Not saying very much about why, what or where I left it with that.  From just being on the phone, she perceived there was more than just checking out this house.  She started telling me things that I had no knowledge of, she was picking up impressions  from me.  She didn’t want to wait till the next day, she wanted to see it now, she asked me to pick her up. On the way over she is telling me that this death was over a woman, and she felt that he had not killed himself.  Now you have to remember, I hadn't told her much of anything, and I mean anything.  I had no knowledge of the death or the name of the person that had died or when. 

We arrived at the house around 9:30 p.m.  The feelings I was receiving were just as strong if not stronger than they had been earlier that evening.  I was the one who had the key, and had to enter the house to turn on the light.  She was walking behind me telling me these things about what happened and talking to whomever was there (the spirit(s)).  She sensed this person  did not commit suicide, there was a woman involved with dark black hair,  kind of a Cher look alike and something to do with a man named "Ed."   Knowing his name was "Jim” or “Tim”,  she also stated  he could not see.  She also told me that there were two spirits in the house.  She stood at the back bedroom doorway her heart was just racing, she would not enter the room where the death had occurred.  The second spirit was stopping her from entering the room , so  I entered the room there was no one stopping me.  The pressure around my body and chest was almost smothering.  She informed the spirits we would return, and we left.

The next day, my curiosity getting the better of me, I called the lady I had met the night before when I knocked at the wrong door.    She answered the phone,  I just wanted to let her know I would have people coming over to start cleaning around the house, and not to worry.  The real reason I called was to see if I could get some information about whom and what had gone on across the street, and to see if my friend (the psychic) was correct with what she had felt and heard.  When I asked her if she knew anything, she said no but her husband did, so she put him on the phone.  Without sounding like a crazy person, I asked him if the man who had killed himself across the street was named Tim or Jim, and if he had a cat.  He said his name was Jim, and yes he did have some cats.  The previous owner had cats, and when Jim moved in when they moved out he took the cats, which they now had after Jim death.  I also ask him about the woman and if he could describe her.  I asked also if she looked something like an unkempt  Cher, and he said yes.  Then I told him I had a psychic over at the house the night before.  I wasn't sure how he would react when I said that, but he was very open on the subject.   Never receiving any information from the owner prior to this time about the death.   She was living in South Carolina and probably didn't know much.  The neighbor told me  there had been two deaths at the house, the owner's first husband also died there.  Telling him that must have been the second spirit my friend had felt.  The neighbor said the owner of the property  had a heart attack while working in the back yard.  He loved his yard.  I didn't have much more to ask him, and he didn't really tell me a lot more.  He stated the death had happened last January 1991.

Later Saturday morning I called my friend and told her I had talked to the neighbor across the street.  She wanted his phone number and she called him.  He confirmed even more of what she saw and felt that she didn't even tell me about.  She also told him, we  would be over at the house on Sunday, to find out if Jim was ready to leave the house.  She does sprit removal, directing the spirt to enter into the light, so they can find peace.  She invited him  to join us at the house  because he had known Jim, and he was curious about all of this.

 On Sunday, January 12, 1994  we arrived at the house at 11:15 a.m.  I was to bring my Polaroid camera.  Now you have to remember I had never, ever done anything like we were about to do.   I was still a nonbeliever.  You have to prove to me big time about things like this.  My Aunt and Grandmother have psychic experience's but you didn't talk about them.  So here I am in this house, this freezing house, wondering what will happen, does she really see spirits and what is the neighbor thinking, he must have been having even more thoughts about what was going on.  Now this was also the neighbors  first time with something like this too.

This was a three-bedroom house with one bathroom.   Two bedrooms had carpet, the room Jim had died in  did not, the walls were painted a dark blue with a wall paper trim across the top of the walls.  I had removed all the furnishings from the windows, to bring more light into the house when we arrived. The bedroom was so cold, colder than any other part of the house.  The sun was shining outside and it was a nice bright day.  Remember the owner had just evicted the tenants before, we still wonder what they felt when they were there and what went on.  The previous tenants had painted the bathroom windows black, the walls had been painted dark blue.

 We went into the room where she started talking to Jim (she can see and hear spirits) and telling him she was here to help him, and he was not to be afraid of her.  She informed him it was time for him to leave, because he wasn't doing anyone any good staying around here.   She asks me to take a picture of the corner of the room where she felt the strongest vibration.  I took the first picture.  It came out black.  We put in another package of film, and took another one and it turned out black.   Then she took the camera and asked Jim to please show her what had happened to him, then she took a picture.  We were laying the pictures on the bathroom vanity in the order they were taken.  She then asked the neighbor to stand in the corner and we took his picture,  we laid this in the bathroom, then I took a picture of Donna in the corner.   Bringing her Bible, this is the only "tool" she uses when dealing with spirits.  Some spirits are religious and some you have to prove to them certain things, and the bible verses will do this.  She got out her Bible and we found something to set it on in the corner of the room.   When the Bible was placed in the corner, the energy level became very scattered.  She felt Jim didn't like the Bible, she had asked him to please read the verse for himself, and she took another  picture.  Jim did not know he was dead.  She had to tell him, over and over.

 As I was placing the picture in the bathroom, I noticed the third picture she had taken was showing an image.  I couldn't believe it or my eyes.  I called them both into the bathroom to show them.  Being experienced with dealing with many spirits, this was nothing new to her.  The time had been more than twenty-five minutes since she had taken that picture.  The more we looked at it the more we couldn't believe what we were seeing.

When viewing the picture, you can see the image of a bed, a body laying back with both arms up beside the head like a Y.  There is an image at the end of the bed, the image of gun smoke, and someone standing at the end of the bed.  In the Polaroid, you can see the image of a gun in the left elbow of the body, the face of the body is whiter than the rest of the body.   She felt that he was shot in the head, and there was a lot of blood.  This is why Jim could not see (remember the first night).

She told us that he had been shot, and it was not a suicide we were dealing with.  Telling Jim she would call the police department to have his case reopened on Monday.  She had to let him know she knew he did not kill himself and she knew he was shot by someone else.

Telling him it was time for him to leave and it was important he acknowledge to her he could see the LIGHT, and she took another picture.  This picture is of the same corner, and the energy of the light was so strong on the film you cannot see the corner of the room.

 An energy mass leaving the earth has to pass through something solid, she told us.  She asked the neighbor to stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall.  He had been a friend of Jim’s and she felt that he would pass through him since he knew him.  I felt uncomfortable, like I was invading some one's privacy space and left and walked into the living room.  Standing in front of the window, I couldn't help but feel that if I didn't return to the bedroom Jim would not leave.  She was facing the wall away from me and telling the neighbor about what he would feel once the spirit started going into the light.  They did not know I was standing in the door way.  She kept asking him if he felt anything, because she felt him leaving and going toward the light, he said he wasn't feeling anything.  You should be feeling coldness, she stated.  He still wasn't.  I  WAS.  I was feeling all the things she was telling him about. I was feeling the coldness.  Bone coldness like having a large body size block of ice pushed slowly through my body.   I spoke up and said it is happening to me, and they both turned around to look at me.  Feeling a breeze on the back of my neck and hands, then the front of my body started becoming warmer and warmer, but still feeling the breeze behind me, then it was gone.  Jim had chosen me to pass through to go into the light.  It was like receiving a special thank you from him to me.   I was not affraid at all, it was a very spiritual experience for me, like a cleansing of some type.  I couldn’t believe he chose me to leave through.

After I had got my bearings again, you could feel the house warming up, and the smell of the house, was less prominent, but still there.

She took another picture of the corner, and you can see the mass of energy disappearing into the walls.  She said we needed to leave him alone and let him leave in his own way and she asked us to open all the windows, which we did.

Wayne? She felt he was there to protect Jim and had been his eye all this time (one year).  Wayne left to go into the back yard, she said it was one of his favorite spots

 The next day she called her friend she had worked with at the Police Department.  She told him what she had experienced and had pictures available.  They had worked together solving many murders in the past, and he trusted what she had to say.  He told her he would look into the death.

I called the owner of the property not long after that day.  She was hoping Wayne had not left.  She said he had loved the house so much.  So we didn't go back to request Wayne to leave.   We figured that he wouldn't be a problem and we would see what would happen.

After that Sunday the work on the house was slow.  We had so many problems.  It took two weeks to get PG&E (gas company)  to turn on the gas.  We would make the necessary requested repairs that PG&E wanted and we would call them back only to find something else wrong.  I was getting a little upset with the whole mess.   This happened four times.   But I kept persisting and working and we finally were able to get the gas on, and the house got heated up, cleaned up  and painted.  The place was looking so much better.  I had several calls on the property and set up appointment after appointment but all of them were NO SHOWS.  My friend kept me abreast of what her friend was doing.   Her friend had finally gotten a  judge’s signature to open up the file on the death of Jim May.  He had not picked up the pictures she had taken.  He wanted to see the pictures of the death scene first.   One thing that I haven't mentioned is Jim was dead in the house for some four to six weeks before anyone found his body.  The pictures the police had taken were quite gruesome, and not much to look at.  He had requested she not describe what the image was on the picture she said he wanted to tell her.  When he called her he then asked her what was on the picture.  The police picture showed a body on a bed, with his arms and hands over his head like a Y.   The gun was laying on his elbow.  Just like the picture we had taken.  Jim's death was written off as a suicide.  No investigation was ever made, no autopsy, not anything.

 It is being investigated now, and people have been interviewed including a person named "Ed" and the woman she had described.  The pictures were picked up by her friend at the police department.  He believed if Jim went to that much trouble to let us know what had happened to him, and enlarging our picture, he could probably see where the bullet went into his head.  So they enlarged the picture, and the hole was there and an image of a bullet in his brain. 

Because of this, they are sure that the bullet, he had in his head was not from the gun found at the death scene.  We were told to hang onto the pictures, they might need them if this case goes to court.

For weeks after the experience with Jim, funny things happened to me.  I moved to a new house in February of that year and our second week there, around dusk, I would see an image of a kitten darting through the house.  (You know how frisky kittens are while playing).  This happened about three times.  I had made a comment to the children that we had a spirit of a kitten with us.

Once right after Jim had left, I had an appointment to show the house to another prospective tenant.  While parked across the street I heard a cat walk across the roof of my car, but there was nothing there.  I came back to the office and told my business partner that I felt Wayne was trying to get my attention, and was doing a good job of it.  Many times appointments were made to see this house and I was stood up.  NO SHOWS.  The last time, an appointment had been made, I was waiting again, just about ready to leave, being stood up again, I sawtwo women  walking down the street and up the driveway to the house.  I got out of the car and asked if they would like to see the inside,  they said yes, and we entered.  I could still smell an odor.  The women just loved the house.  The girl wanted it.  Her grandmother lived just down the street.  This was a perfect house for her.  I was shocked, this house looked much better, but I still was having those funny feelings.  While they were in the living room, I went into the hall way.  Now the walls had been painted a light beige, looked beautiful.  But on the wall of Jim's old room was a shadow, my stomach started hurting.  All I could remember was what Donna had said about the previous tenant painting the wall to cover something up.  I walked into the room.  The shadow stayed the same.  I knew Wayne was trying to get my attention.  That same week I had been laying on the couch  one evening at home.  I was half a sleep when I felt a small cat walk across my chest. I opened my eyes still feeling the pressure of four paws, and there was nothing to see.  There was no cat.  So seeing the shadow on the wall that day, I knew Wayne was trying his best to get my attention.  The lady took an application, said they wanted the house, please don't give it to anyone else. They loved the back yard, she thought it would be a great place for a wedding.  I’m standing there thinking what kid of rose colored glasses they were seeing through.  This yard needed mowing, and some work.

I went home and started calling my friend, finally reaching her after days of trying I asked her if she would go over to the house with me one day real soon.  Of course she said, why not  do it NOW.  This was March 9, around 9:30 at night. When we turned on off the main road, I felt as if someone was running beside the car, like that person had been waiting for me to come.  We arrived, I pulled the car into the driveway and kept the lights on and turned off the engine.  Thinking we were going to get out of the car.    She said no she had seen Wayne standing by the open gate in the back yard when we pulled in.  She told him what we were here for and if he wanted something.  She asked him if he was ready to leave here.  She also asked for a SIGN, (I’m thinking to myself, she is asking him to show us a sign, was she crazy) to show her that he understood.  Now we are sitting in the car with the headlights on, windows rolled up because it was cold outside.  I'm looking at the front of the house at the big front window, where the curtains were open about one foot.  I have no idea where Donna was looking, because I cannot see her face.  We had no idea what sign Wayne would give us.  My attention was directed to the window.  I saw the curtain pull back, not much, but enough, like someone was looking out.  Then suddenly the street light goes out and a strong breeze of very cold air goes through the car.  It made me jump and get goose bumps on the back of my neck.  "Did you see the curtains move?" she said.  " You saw it too?”  She had her attention drawn to that window also.   As we are leaving, she said, you know Jan, I bet Wayne has been trying to get your attention for a long time.  But was getting frustrated, because you couldn't see him. 

We drove over to my house.  While we were talking I mentioned I had a spirit of a kitten in the house. She stated animals don't have spirits like humans.  Then I  told her about the cat walking on my chest.  She said it had to have been Wayne trying to get my attention.  It was like he was standing in front of me waving his arms, wondering why I couldn't see him.

The next day we drove over to the house.  As we are driving onto the street I wasn't feeling Wayne's presence as I had before.  I told her I can't feel him!  We opened up the house and went from room to room, no Wayne, we went outdoors, no Wayne.  Remember that cold breeze that went through the car the night before, it was Wayne leaving.  The house smelled like fresh flowers.  She said he must have chosen the new tenants.  They were the only ones who had put in an application.  They were so excited, telling me that they wanted to have their wedding in the back yard.

I called the owner several weeks later, I knew she had requested for us to leave Wayne’s spirit alone, but under the circumstances we didn’t have any decision on that matter.  I was getting ready to tell her when he had left, and she said she already knew when, because he had come to visit her that same evening. She had known he had been there.