THE PARANORMAL POST OFFICE!UPDATE:On Tuesday Aug 24, 1999 I returned to do a parcel test in the basement of the post office I had seen the figure in. The machines were running with a full crew but after knowing what happened down there I was still apprehensive that I might find myself alone at some point. On the long drive to the office I told myself that if I should see the figure I would try not to turn around but instead try to perceive some details from the corner of my eye. I arrived about 4:30 A.M. EDT and after several cups of coffee on the drive up the call of nature was overwhelming. In the corner of the basement opposite the location of the hanging is a small rest room with three commodes and no stall partitions. With lots of old pipes hanging from the ceiling and the old painted bricks, even that room is creepy. The bathroom has a light switch equipped with a motion sensor so that if anyone leaves the light on it goes off after 10 or 15 minutes. I reached in to turn on the light and as soon as I took my finger off the push button it went out again. I pushed the button again and it went out again when I removed my finger. Finally I held it in for several seconds and it stayed on. As I was standing over the commode just about to relieve myself the light switch made a cute little electric "zzzz" sound and I was plunged into total darkness. Quickly the thought, "Think I'll use the upstairs bathroom." flashed through my mind. I zipped up and groped in the dark for the door, pushed it open and went upstairs. The time I spent on the test was uneventfull although I was hoping things would quiet down enough so that I could try a technique used by shamans. They would intentionally blur their vision or even cross their eyes to distort their vision. They believed that anytime your vision is altered from the norm it forces other subsenses into play. The trick is to look for anything that looks like it might be energy or movement. I did ask the clerk who sorts parcels down there about the suicide and mentioned I had seen something. He said that the Architect did hang himself in the room in the corner but that he had never seen anything. Later he also told me that he was blind in one eye. Hmmmm. As I said earlier nothing eventfull happened but something strange did happen, so in light of the history of the place I thought I would include it. When I finished my test I went out to my car parked across the street and felt very relieved to be out of there and could let my guard down. I started the car and put it into drive then glanced in my rear view mirror. There were no cars coming but there was a pedestrian behind the car behind me getting ready to cross the street to the side with the post office. He looked to be in his fifties with thinning grey hair and wore a green wind breaker. I checked my side mirror to see if he had started to cross and didn't see him. Looking in my rear-view mirror I no longer saw him behind the car. I put my car in park and turned around to look. No sign of him. The only logical explanation would be if he had literally leapt into the bushes to my right and opposite the direction he appeared about to go. The illogical explanation is that perhaps I did get to see more detail as I had hoped on my drive up. Looking through my rear-view mirror through my back windshield and the two windshields of the car behind me certainly can be considered not to be normal vision. Seers through the ages have stared into crystal balls to alter their normal vision and stimulate the other visual senses. There have been hauntings where faces are seen peering out windows of empty rooms. Yes, the pedestrian could have been my imagination but if I fall back on the shamanic technique, they believe everything you see is real. Real in this world or real in another world. The man I saw appeared to be shorter than average height and the figure in the basement always looked to be tall, or floating or even hanging from the ceiling. Though it's head never seemed to one side as a hanged man's but always looking directly at me. Sometime in the next few weeks on one of my days off I intend to take a ride there and research at the public library the history of that post office. Maybe there is a photo of the Architect who hung himself. I am curious to see if the man in my mirror might have a resemblance. Richard Carrozza © 1999 HOME |