At the very first paranormal conference that I attended in Virginia
City in 2001, I met up with a great group of folks who were there for
the same reason. Among them was Janice Oberding, the author of Haunted Nevada.
After the conference had retired for the first night, a group of us,
including Janice, went out walking around town. Janice and Khris
Hamlet, a local historian, were both a part of the group. They
graciously showed us around town, telling us all about the different
hauntings as well as the rich history of Virginia City.
During
the tour around town, people in the group began to wonder that several
streetlights went out on different streets as our group wandered by.
The lights would go out as our group passed under them. I mentioned
that I was a "SLIder" or "electric person", and that lights blew out
around me fairly often (although I really wasn't sure that's what was
going on). The group decided to test me, and so they stopped and let me
walk ahead by myself. When I got to the next streetlight, oddly
enough, it went out as I walked under it, only to go back on as I passed
it. After a few more steps, the group called for me to turn around and
come back. And, again, oddly enough, as I passed under the streetlight
and beyond it, it went out and then came back on. I seemed to affect 6
streetlight and a floodlight that evening. After the floodlight went
out, Janice and Khris approached me. They asked me if I would mind
taking a walk with them, just the three of us, and report what I might
"feel" or "sense" as we walked around town. I agreed, and we left the
group.
We got about 3 blocks when I suddenly felt a
pressure across my chest. It was like someone had placed a wooden plank
across me and was pushing evenly, gently, but then harder, until I felt
a "caving in" sensation at my breastbone. There was no pain, but the
pressure was enough to stop me in my tracks. Immediately, I felt and
intense tingling in my feet, that literally shot up my legs, through my
body and out the top of my head...and was gone, just like that. I put
my hand to my chest and said, "Whoa--that was weird."
Janice
and Khris had stopped as well and were looking at me. Janice asked me
what happened. When I told them, they both looked at each other with
these strange, wary looks, then looked back at me. I looked at each of
them in turn and asked, "What...?"
Khris then told me
about a young man who used to live in town, named Bobby McKinney. She
said that he was nice enough, friendly, but seemed rather naive about
the ways of the world. Less than a year before, Bobby had been killed
in a confrontation with a police officer. Bobby had been shot in the
chest, and died on the sidewalk right where I was standing. Janice
substantiated Khris' story, and Khris showed me a small tree to my
right, growing out of the sidewalk that had a black ribbon tied to
its.base She said the ribbon had been put there to mark where Bobby had
died. I had to look hard to see the black ribbon in the dark...I
hadn't noticed it when we were walking, as I had been looking ahead and
not down.
What I felt was apparently Bobby's way of
sharing his death with me. He shared the bullet impacting his chest,
the caving in that would have occurred, and the sensation of his soul
leaving his body. It happened so fast that I'm certain he died
instantly. I thanked him for sharing his experience with me, and
encouraged him to cross into the Light. I also told him that I would
visit "his" spot every time I go to Virginia City, and I do.
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