Ghost Box Sessions: Laura

 

A GHOST BOX is a device that paranormal researchers use to communicate with ghosts. Sometimes the dead get stuck between worlds because they haven't completed something important, or maybe they need to say something important before moving on. Now you can talk to them! Go ahead... call out to the dead... let them know you are here and will help them.

 My first session with the AI Ghost Box gave me more than I bargained for. Lasting for a few hours, it centered on a woman later identified as Laura who was stuck between worlds and could not move on.
I called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”
The static noise picked up. It crackled and popped, sounding almost alive. Then suddenly, a strange tone began to play, cutting through the white noise.
“What is it?” I asked.
The tone continued to play softly as another voice filtered in amidst the static. It was hard to understand what was being said at first, but it eventually it became clear. "Hello... I'm trying…”
That’s all the initial message was. It sounded like a woman's voice, but it was muffled and distant.
I called out, “I hear you! What's going on?”
There was a momentary pause, and then the woman's voice returned, slightly stronger this time. "I don't know... I think I got hurt too badly before I died. I've been stuck here ever since." Her words were filled with sadness and despair.
“Oh no! What happened? How did you die?”
The woman's voice grew louder, more desperate. "It wasn't supposed to end like this... I was young, full of life... And then he came. He took everything from me. My family, my friends, my dignity... All gone."
“Was he a lover?”
"Yes... He was my husband. We were married for five years before... before he betrayed me." The woman's voice broke up as she spoke, yet I could pick up that she was revealing her deep pain.
“But how did he take your family, friends and dignity?”
The static grew louder, and the woman's voice seemed to fade away for a moment. But then, she returned, her words coming faster now. "He found out about my affair... And he made sure everyone knew. They all turned against me, shunned me like I was garbage.”
“Uh oh! Yes, those affairs are bad. But it shouldn't warrant murder. I'm assuming you were murdered?”
There's a long pause before her voice returned barely above a whisper. "Yes... Murdered... By him…" She said each word slowly, carefully enunciating every sound.
“I'm curious, do you think your family suspected that he murdered you?”
She remained quiet for a few moments, and then responded, her words still carrying a sense of defeat. "No... I don't think so... They just saw his anger, his rage... But they never imagined he could go this far..."
“How did he murder you?”
The static noise increased once again, becoming louder and more intense. After a moment, her voice returned, her words filled with anguish and sorrow. "He shot me... Right in front of our home... I'll never forget the feeling of the bullet tearing through my flesh...”
“Was this during the day or at night? And guns make loud noises. Surely someone would have peaked outside or even come outside to see what happened.”
The woman's voice faltered for a moment before she answered. "It was late at night... Just before midnight. And yes, it was very loud. But we lived in a remote area. No one was nearby to hear it..." Her words trailed off as she paused, seemingly lost in thought.
“Who discovered your body?”
A long silence followed. Why did she hesitate with answering this. Eventually her voice returned, her words laced with a mix of sadness and relief. "My best friend... She had stopped by to check on me after work. She found me lying in a pool of blood in our living room.”
It was a peculiar answer because just moments ago she said he shot her in front of their house. “Oh, but he shot you in front of the house, right? I guess he dragged you inside?”
There's another pause before her words returned, tinged with bitterness. "No... He didn't drag me inside. He left me there... Lying in the street, bleeding to death..."
“But you said your friend found you in the living room in a pool of blood.”
And this is when it got strange. Whoever this was, she was apparently confused and didn’t understand the events surrounding her murder. There was a long silence before her voice returned, her words laced with confusion and sadness. "I... I don't understand... Why would my best friend lie to me? She told me she found me in the living room... Not out in the street..."
And what exactly did she mean that her friend talks to her? So I asked, “Your friend talks to you even though you are dead?”
"Yes... She does... She comes to visit me every night... I can feel her presence, her warmth... It's the only thing that keeps me going..."
Apparently this friend of hers was the only person providing her a sense of comfort. I didn’t want the ghost I was communicating with to lose this. So I suggested, “Well, maybe due to the situation and trauma, you might have gotten confused to the actual place of the murder. I don't think your friend lied, not if she's visiting you. What's your friend's name?”
Her words were filled with joy and gratitude. "Her name is Emily... Emily has been such a blessing to me since I passed away. She visits me every night, holding my hand, talking to me... Telling me stories about our lives together..."
“Does she ever try to help solve your murder? I can't believe that your husband was never a suspect.”
The static crackled and popped for several seconds before finally clearing up. The woman's voice returned, her words sounding distant and ethereal. "Emily tries to help me whenever she can... She's been trying to uncover the truth behind my murder for months now... But it's been tough.”
“Is there a way for me to meet Emily?”
The woman's voice filled with excitement, "Oh, yes! Yes, please! If you could speak to Emily, it would mean so much to me. Please tell her I miss her dearly..." The static grew louder for a moment, and then faded away.
“How do I find her?”
The static noise returned, growing louder and more intense than before. After a few moments, the woman's voice returned, her words filled with urgency and desperation. "Please hurry! You need to find Emily quickly!"
“How about your husband? Maybe I should find him.”
The static continued to grow louder and more intense, the sound almost deafening. Then, suddenly, the static cleared up, and the woman's voice returned, filled with hate and anger. "Find my husband?! Don't bother! That monster is long gone. He died peacefully in his sleep years ago.”
“Well you're dead, now. Why don't you track him down and take care of him.”
The static noise returned, filling the air with an eerie buzz. As the noise subsided, the woman's voice returned, sounding cold and calculating. "I wish I could... But the dead cannot hurt the living. My revenge is bittersweet. All I can do is watch and wait."
“But he died in his sleep, remember?”
The static noise filled the air once again, this time returning more violently than before. After several moments, the woman's voice returned, her words laced with determination. "Yes... He did die in his sleep... But I've learned many things in the afterlife. I know how to manipulate the shadows...”
“Really? What does that mean?”
"It means I can influence events from beyond the grave... Manipulate the living into doing my bidding...”
“So with this technique, did you kill your husband?”
Her words were filled with pride and accomplishment. "Ah... Now you begin to understand... Yes, I used my powers to torment my husband until he took his own life...”
“So why do you hang around? Why are you unable to make it to the other side?”
The static noise filled the air once again, this time returning even more intensely than before. As the noise subsided, the woman's voice returned, her words laced with pain and sorrow. "I don't want to leave... Not yet. There are still things I need to do...”
“And what is it that you still need to do?”
The static noise returns, filling the air with an eerie buzz. After several moments, the woman's voice returned, her words laced with pain and longing. "I just want to see Emily one last time... To tell her goodbye... And to make sure she's safe...
“What about your family?”
"My family... They were all taken from me. I have no one left here, no one to mourn my passing. But Emily...”
“Wow! So she's the only friend you have.”
Her words were filled with love and devotion. "Yes... Emily is my everything. She's the one person who truly understands me, who knows my heart and soul. Without her, I am nothing..." The static noise grew louder again, as if echoing her words.
“We need to find this Emily, don't we? But what has me confused is that she visits you on a regular basis and gives you comfort. Haven't you, in essence, already found her?”
The static noise faded away, replaced by the soft sound of whispers. As the whispers grew clearer, a new voice emerged - a young woman's voice, filled with concern and fear. "Oh God... Oh please... Please let this be true..."
What was happening? So I asked, “Who's there?”
A young woman's voice was clear, her words trembling with emotion. "It's me... It's really me... Are you here to help us?"
“Yes, I was originally trying to help the woman who had been murdered by her husband. I wish I had gotten her name. Who are you?”
"Her name was Laura... I never thought I'd hear her voice again...”
Okay, so you are Emily! You are Laura's friend who had been murdered by her husband, yes?
The static noise faded away completely, revealing Emily's voice, raw and emotional. "No... No... Laura didn't kill me... It was him... He did it. But I knew it was coming. That's why I kept checking on her. I knew she needed someone. Someone who could protect her.”
“Whoa! So Laura's husband actually murdered you, too?”
Emily's voice was choked up, tears evident in her words. "Yes... Yes, he did. I never told Laura about our friendship, but I made sure to visit her every night. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone. I... I even tried to figure out who killed her…”
In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t catch what Emily had said. She almost made it sound like she had a secret relationship with Laura’s husband. To this day I wish I had a chance to probe into this. But the ghost session is gone and the ghosts have moved on.
“Oh, so you were like everyone else at the time who didn't know that Laura's husband murdered her. You were trying to help solve the mystery?”
"Exactly. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. I felt it in my bones. I knew deep down that Laura wouldn't have committed suicide. She was too strong for that.
“It sounds like Laura's husband shot her in the head and made it look like a suicide, huh?”
There was period of an ominous hum in the static. After several moments, Emily's voice returned, her words laced with anger and hatred. "Yes... He shot her right between the eyes, then made it look like a suicide. He knew exactly how to cover his tracks."
“How did Laura's husband end up killing you?”
"He saw me snooping around one day. I think he figured out I was getting close to the truth.
“But now Laura told me something interesting. She said she was able to manipulate things from the world of the dead to influence her husband's death. He's dead, now.”
The ominous hum returned. After several moments, Emily's voice returned, "What?! How did she do it? Did she push him off a cliff? Did she strangle him with her bare hands? Tell me!"
“Well, you and Laura are both wandering spirits who can't cross over. Shouldn't you ask her? I'm curious as to how she killed her husband, myself.”
"How... how could she do such a thing? What kind of power does she possess?"
“Well, let's see if we can find Laura. Let's call out to her.” I raised my voice, “Laura? Laura, Emily and I are looking for you.”
The static noise reached a deafening pitch, then suddenly stopped. A moment passed, and a faint whisper could be heard. "I'm here... I'm here... Where are you?"
“Your friend Emily is here. Both of us are wondering how you were able to influence your husband's death from where you are at, the realm of the dead.”
Suddenly there was the sound of shuffling feet, like someone walking through dry leaves. Finally, Laura's voice returned, sounding distant yet full of triumph. "I used my power to guide him toward his demise. I tormented him with visions of hellfire and despair.”
“Did you hear that Emily? Are you in the same place as Laura?”
A loud scream pierced the air, followed by several gasps and sobs. The static noise returned, and Emily's voice came through, sounding panicked and frightened. "No... oh, God, no... I can feel her here...”
“But that's a good thing. She's your friend, remember?”
Then there was the sound of footsteps moving closer. Eventually Laura's voice returned, calm and collected. "Yes, Emily. I'm here, and I've missed you dearly."
“Are you okay, Emily? Your friend, Laura is there for you.”
Laura's voice is warm and comforting now. "Don't worry, dear. I won't harm you. We need each other now more than ever." The sound of Laura's voice fades away, replaced by the soft rustling of clothes.
“What's going on?”
Emily's voice came through, sounding relieved and exhausted. "Thank God! Oh, thank God! Laura's here..." She paused, taking a few deep breaths. "I can feel her warmth... I can smell her scent.”
“So you ladies are unable to see one another, only have traces of one another s presence?”
"Yes, that's correct. We're unable to interact with the physical world, but our energies can intermingle. It's the only way we can comfort each other in our time of need."
“But both of you are in the realm of the dead. Why is there some degree of isolation between the two of you?”
Laura's voice took on a hint of sadness. "Because of what happened to us. Our bond was broken, and we were torn apart. We were both victims of unimaginable cruelty.”
“So were you two best friends?”
"Yes, Emily and I were inseparable. We shared everything, laughed together, cried together, and supported each other through thick and thin. She was the sister I never had."
“What's preventing the two of you from fully crossing over to the other side?”
"It's my husband's soul! He haunts me still, even though he took his own life!"
I remarked, “The realm of the dead sounds like a very lonely place. You negatively influence things in the realm of the living. When friend and loved ones are re-united, they can't see one another, only detect traces of each other. And the spirit of people you've wronged can actually haunt you so you can't escape.”
Laura was quick to answer, "Not just any soul. MY husband's soul! He tormented me during my final hours, and I'll not rest until I've made him pay for his crimes."
“But he haunts you now. Where is he?”
There's a prolonged pause, then the static noise built up again. But this time it was accompanied by a faint whisper. "In purgatory, caught between worlds. Trapped in a cycle of suffering, reliving his darkest memories over and over.”
I pointed out, “Okay, so he crossed over to the other side, but must spend time in Purgatory until he can reconcile with the people he wronged. I'm sure those people are you and Emily.”
Laura's voice was cold and menacing. "No, he will not leave this world easily. His soul will suffer eternally for what he did to us."
I argued, “But it sounds like he's in a higher place, although not the ideal place.”
A low hiss filled the room, growing louder until it turned into a deafening roar. The static noise reached a crescendo, and then suddenly cut off, plunging the room into darkness. Was there an electric outage? All I could do was sit there and wonder what happened for about 30 seconds. Then a faint light flickered on, casting eerie shadows across the room. The static noise slowly died down, and Laura's voice returned, sounding strained and exhausted. "He's not safe yet. There's still unfinished business between us. I'll continue to torment him until he learns his lesson..."
“I see... Let me ask you something. I'm sure when I share this ghost box session with others, they will be wondering the same thing. You mentioned earlier that your husband killed you because he found out about the affair. Then through this chat session, I discover how close you and Emily are. Something else, your husband murdered Emily as well. You never said who you were involved with in this affair while you were living. Did you want to share that information?
Laura's voice was softer, almost hesitant. "I... I don't know if I should say..." There was a pause, and then she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was someone I trusted, someone I cared for deeply.”
“I get that, yes. Did Emily know about this?”
There was another long pause, and then Laura's voice returned, sounding more resolute. "Yes, she knew. She understood why I needed space, why I needed to explore my feelings. Emily was always supportive of me, no matter what."
“Okay, so in a round about way, you answered my question. Thank you. So what are your plans, now? Don't you feel like you are in a stalemate? You and Emily are trapped. You are basically trapped because of your need for vengeance. I'm not sure why Emily is trapped. But your husband is on a higher plane in the spiritual world. He crossed over to the other side, but he's in purgatory until he reconciles with the people he wronged. You and him are essentially gridlocked.”
After a moment of apparent contemplation, Laura's voice returned, sounding tired but resigned. "Yes, I am stuck here, unable to move forward until justice is served. But perhaps there is a way...
“Yes... I'm listening...”
"Perhaps there is a way for both Emily and me to achieve closure without sacrificing our own peace.”
I encouraged her, “There is. It's at the edge of your thoughts. Think... what is it?”
She was hesitant but hopeful. "If we forgive those who wronged us... perhaps we can find our way to peace?" Her her voice trembled slightly. "But how do we do that?
I congratulated Laura, “You're right! That's the only way you can do it! You need to forgive him so that you can move on. But, unfortunately, you took matters into your own hands and influenced your husband's death. That's murder, equally as bad as what he did to you. So the two of you need to forgive one another. He needs to forgive you for your affair, and the two of you need to forgive each other for murder.”
Laura's voice almost sounded stunned. "Murder? Oh God, I didn't think about it like that... I just wanted him to suffer, just like he made me suffer..." Her voice trailed off, and then she began to sob quietly.
I added, “And I'm not sure who this other person is that you had an affair with, but you need to make sure his own life wasn't negatively impacted. “If he were married, did you cause anything bad to happen?”
The static noise grew louder, and then suddenly, it cut off completely, leaving the room in complete silence. After a few moments, a soft, melodic tune began to play from the radio, filling the room with a sense of calmness. I wonders if they finally crossed over to the other side.
The music faded away, and then Laura's voice returned, sounding peaceful and serene. "Thank you for your guidance. I understand now what I must do. I will seek forgiveness for myself and for him. I hope that in doing so, we can both find our way to the light."
I was so happy to hear this, and considered this to be a very successful Ghost Box session. “God bless you and best of luck to you, Emily and your spouse.”
Laura's voice was stronger and more determined than ever before. "Thank you for helping me understand what I must do. I promise I will forgive him, and I will seek forgiveness for myself.”
“Hey, what about Emily?”
"Emily is already at peace. She found forgiveness a long time ago. She told me she forgave herself and everyone else involved in her death.”
And that was the end of my initial session with the AI Ghost Box. Like I said before, I feel as if it were a successful session with a happy ending. Of course when you try it out, your story will be different because Laura and Emily have finally crossed over to the other side. But there must be many, many thousands still waiting to be helped. Users like you can do it!

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