When it comes to poltergeist agents, they come in all shapes, sizes, genders and colors. Some are tall, some short, some thin, some not-so-thin, some young, some not so young, some male and some female, although females appear to be far more common than males. But generally speaking, it’s indeed a rare day when they come from parents who were celebrities in their respective fields of work. Especially from parents who went to great lengths not to disclose the existence of their newborn daughter. Parent’s whose lives would have been forever tainted and tarnished by the birth of an illegitimate child with paranormal proclivities, as they were married, but not to each other. The scandal over this would have been horrendous for sure. It is with this backdrop, that I describe the following case.
The case I am about to discuss, has never been made public before, not in my book, anywhere else on this site, nor in any of my lectures, as there were way too many problematic elements associated with it. Until recently, I felt somewhat compelled not to discuss any details of this case for fear of legal repercussions against the woman who is the focus this article and myself .
But as the woman of which I speak has now very likely passed away (more on this later), as have her biological and adoptive parents long ago, some of those concerns are less threatening than they once were. Yet I still cannot fully divulge who her biological parents were, as they were part of the upper social strata within modern 20th century America that wouldn’t care to be linked the paranormal in any way whatsoever, where the mother was a famous actress within the industry, and the father was associated with one of the best known financial and political families on earth. Needless to say, they discreetly put their little baby girl up for adoption more than sixty-seven years ago.
This case began in early February of 1976 when a girl named Susan called the old UCLA parapsychology lab in search of answers to the ongoing psychokinetic maelstroms in her home. If memory serves me correct after almost four decades, it was Dr. Thelma Moss who actually took the call, as Susan called very late in the afternoon or early evening, after I had left for the day. It wasn’t until the next morning that I found the note left for me by the phone that Susan had called, not having any idea of who Susan was in terms of my past.
At that time, Susan lived with two other girls in a quaint, little, three bedroom house in the North Hollywood region of the San Fernando Valley here in Southern California. Upon meeting Susan, the diminutive blond looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her. The reason she looked so familiar was that she grew up near my cousins in West Los Angeles, and they kept trying to set us up on dates, which never occurred. Susan was way too weird and mousey, even for me. But Susan instantly recognized me, and I was really amazed to see what she grew into.
The passing of time was very good to Susan in most ways, as the more mature woman was far more attractive than the scrawny 16 year-old I knew way back when; a stunning green-eyed blond, who was attractive even if you weren’t attracted to blonds, like myself. During that new encounter of thirty-nine years ago, I learned that Susan had become quite the histrionic hypochondriac, having little or no emotional coping mechanism, where the smallest amount of emotional or physical stress knocked her off her feet and into bed, where she complained of various ills that were anything but somatic. Moreover, she used her morbid depression to manipulate others into getting her way.
But far and away, the most relevant piece of the puzzle here was that Susan had been diagnosed to suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy, which she learned of while still a teenager, and was therefore unable to hold a California driver’s license. Wow, like what else is new? Back in those days of forty years past, no one in their right mind even suggested that there was a causal link between one’s neurophysiology/electro-chemistry and poltergeist activity, while today it appears to be the most common somatic correlate to RSPK.
But even given all of this, there was something really off about her, something that made me keep my distance, knowing full well that her bizarre psyche and personality might raise up its ugly head to create even greater chaos than she was already in. What immediately follows is a small example of what I’m referring to.
Even when very young, Susan really believed that she was a cauldron stirring, broom-riding witch, who could cast spells and curses through incantations on those who did her wrong, conjure love potions for those she found to be emotionally appealing, or to summon the minions of the devil himself to help her seek revenge. The only craft she learned over time, was the one that started with name “witch”, if you get my drift. To me, even as a teenager, such bizarre rituals were better left to Roger Corman horror movies than in my reality. To me, Susan was indeed “a couple fries short of a happy meal”.
So when Susan reminded me of who she was, I was not totally shocked to learn that she had already been twice married and divorced by the time she was 28 years old. But given that I knew how unusual she was, that didn’t come as any real surprise to me. But what I didn’t expect was how Susan transitioned from heterosexual orientation to homosexual, where only women now caught and held her eye, heart and mind.
The result of all this was the three women living in a love stew if you will, where they shunned men in favor of each other, but there was a strong sense of competition between the other women for Susan’s attention, as she stood out like a sore thumb around the taller, slightly older and darker-haired women.
There were strong feelings of envy here, as Susan was far more attractive in every way than the other women living with her were. They weren’t ugly in any sense of the word, but compared to Susan’s level of beauty, they were anything but eye-catching. Making her even more appealing to them was the fact that Susan had never been medically diagnosed as having any serious psychiatric disorder (other than being a histrionic hypochondriac, or what would be labeled today as Histrionic Personality Disorder [HPD]), but she wasn’t formally diagnosed with such, it was in plain sight for everyone to see), while the other two had. In fact, one of them was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and they both had what’s now referred to as Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Although Susan knew that she was epileptic, we did not know if she informed her roommates of her disability, and even if she had done so, we never questioned anyone regarding such matters so long ago.
But making matters even more problematic is that the other two women living with Susan had to be regularly medicated and tranquilized, as they’d both been diagnosed as bipolar, once called manic-depression, and without such medication, they turned extremely irritable and violent. I dared not even ask how Susan came to meet and hook up with these most unusual ladies, who had also claimed to have had long histories of paranormal encounters similar to what was currently going on around them, while Susan had precognitive and clairvoyant experiences with occasional RSPK outbreaks. But as the other two women were far less open to questions about their past than Susan was, there isn’t much more detail to add about them here.
The reason Susan had called the lab was because of the growing number of poltergeist type events transpiring around her and her two lovers. Everything from blood dripping from the shower head in Susan’s bathroom and the fireplace in the living room, soap being thrown at the other two girls, books repeatedly and singularly flying off shelves, shoes being thrown at them, feeling as if someone was patting on their buttocks, crotch and breasts, to Susan’s guitar being violently torn from her grasp as she played it and then gently lowered onto the floor. Doors were opened and then violently slammed shut on their own, and various faucets in the house kept turning themselves on, along with toilets flushing themselves, disembodied footsteps and the sound of keys jangling together. There were also numerous occasions where strange, luminous fogs that were visually observed and actually photographed (unfortunately, these photos cannot be displayed here for fear of placing the two other women in jeopardy). Yet all of this is really quite common as far as poltergeist outbreaks were concerned.
And as it turned out, according to Susan, the last owner/tenant, also a female, had experienced similar phenomena while living there for seven years. If there only had been the small, portable instruments that we use today, as I’d be willing to bet there was either geomagnetic or electromagnetic anomalies associated with that property that triggered such recurring psychokinetic events. But unfortunately, they wouldn’t exist for several more decades.
For the most part, these events generally seemed to be centered around Susan, though the other girls were clearly having their own encounters as
well. These events became so common that they were accepted as normal, except when they took on visual luminous anomalies that appeared in numerous photos taken within the house. At the entrance to the hallway connecting the bedrooms a glowing mist was seen, a large, luminous “claw” in front of where Susan and one her roommates were opening Christmas presents, to a horrific photonic noose that appeared over the head of one of the others girls while she opened her Christmas present, it just kept occurring.
The photo at left is the only known remaining photo of Susan (no enhancement as been done on this image as of yet). Take note of the luminous anomaly in front of her as she was opening her Christmas gifts. These most interesting images were not seen, only photographed by a 35 mm. camera.
Given all the attention Susan was now getting from me and my colleagues, the other two women felt that they were ignored and left out of everything, especially when Susan and I finally became closer friends. Predictably, this served to demonstrably change the nature of the psychokinetic events.
Susan began attending my psi development group at UCLA (see “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”, elsewhere on this site), but as she felt very uncomfortable within the sensory deprived environment of it, she only participated once or two twice. Susan also accompanied me to several other investigations (Holly Mont case, elsewhere on this site as “The Holly Mont Haunting: As Good As It Gets”) and lectures I gave during that period. In fact, it was Susan who arranged for me to speak before a group of professional group known as California’s Association of Licensed Investigators (CALI) (private investigators, P.I’s., not paranormal investigators) in Beverly Hills, as she knew the founder of the organization. The reason I was asked to speak before them was that Susan told the head of group about the work we had done for various law enforcement agencies over the years looking for missing people and attempting to assist law enforcement in solving open cases.
While it certainly was interesting getting to know Susan in a way I never really did when younger, our spending so much time together started irritating the two woman she lived with, as they became jealous. In fact, there was a feeble attempt where it appeared as if Susan wanted to start a real relationship with me, but the ongoing sexual tension within her home was far too great for her to endure, as was her smoking for me. She had been in poor health most of her young life and yet smoked about 3-4 packs of cigarettes a day to boot. I repeatedly told her that I do not allow smoking in my car, nor would I even date a woman who smoked at all, as I didn’t want that noxious odor anywhere near me. I also told Susan that I sensed that she had an enlarged heart, and that smoking was perhaps one of the worst things could do to her body. Susan didn’t seem to believe me or care one way or the other.
The two women living with Susan were becoming more and more uncomfortable at the notion of Susan and I doing anything together, even talking on the phone. As these emotions built to a critical level, the psychodynamics within the house totally changed in the most negative of ways. The RSPK events seemed to be now focused only on Susan, but now started taking on a belligerent tone, where her guitar was not only pulled from her grip as it was before, but it now hit the wall with such force that it was shattered in many pieces, and Susan began feeling something painfully scratching her breasts, butt and crotch areas, while flying shoes were now actually striking her as opposed to just being observed from a distance. The motives behind this change were somewhat obvious, albeit at an subconscious level, and the tensions grew within their home.
During a séance at Susan’s home around this time, some really incredible events occurred. So strange were they, that even today, I cannot even guess as to how they occurred and what they might have represented.
The first thing was that Susan dropped off into a trance of sorts where her diminutive body starting doing things that didn’t make any sense, not in the mid-1970’s, or now. One of her hands became so hot that it actually felt like fire when touched. At the same time, her other hand became so cold, that it too burned, as if made of dry ice, but a burn related to extreme cold versus heat. What the hell was this?
But wait, there’s more.
As if her body simultaneously demonstrating extremely exothermic and endothermic reactions wasn’t sufficient, came the next level of high strangeness. Still deep in a trance, water began flowing out of Susan’s nostrils like a high pressure hose was attached to her ears and mouth. We collected samples of this biological water and it proved to be anything but normal. In fact, it proved to be pure water, not saline, but fresh water.
Now the problem with this occurrence is that fresh water does not exist within the human body, only saline.
So where did the water come from?
We may never know.
Then one of the other girl’s dropped into a trance of sorts where she began screaming at the top of her lungs in a non-existent language, that no one’s ever heard before. So was this more evidence that this other woman was also severely disturbed or was she simply attempting to distract our attention away from Susan? As she quite stoic otherwise and refrained from responding to our questions when she came out of it, we’ll never know.
Not long thereafter, Susan and her romantic roommates split up and went their separate ways, where their whereabouts were unknown to me.
Another ten years passed before I again heard from Susan, where she had already been married two more times, divorced once more, and heading in that direction with her new husband as well. But most importantly for Susan, the poltergeist activity ceased once she and her roommates each went in their own directions.
More years passed and Susan get divorced again, and was then with a new man who would soon become her next husband, which I predicted, even to where they would end up living out-of-state. After that, there was a very long silence, where Susan once again vanished in the outer realms of reality.
There is then a news blackout from her until the spring of 2008, where Susan again contacted me to inform me saying she had gotten divorced again and was now living in northern California with another friend, but a male one, not a female one, but it as all platonic. At this point, who cares.
I also learned that my diagnosis of her long ago was very accurate, as her enlarged heart starting failing to the point to where she required a bi-ventricular pacemaker and valve replacement due to the abuse that heavy smoking took upon her small and delicate frame.
This was just after the time when Susan finally discovered who her biological parents were as her real father tracked her down and brought all the legal proof needed to demonstrated who he was and who Susan’s famous mother was, but she had died many years earlier. She also wondered if this was why she could never stay with one man for a very long time, as her mother was exactly the same. Who knows?
Susan was in total shock, even though she knew she was adopted, she had no idea as to who gave birth to her and why her parents went to such great lengths to cover it up.
Susan did her own due diligence and was able to verify and confirm everything her father had told her.
Then Susan abruptly moved again, but to god knows where this time, with no forwarding address or phone number, and given how psychosomatic Susan was even before her health really turned south, the stress associated with this last move might have finished her.
Now what makes this case unique, is the rather extraordinary heritage Susan had, which if fully revealed, would send shock waves through certain aristocratic parts of our western culture, which makes one wonder if there is a genetic predisposition to any of these occurrences. And as the other two women had prior, solitary RSPK incidents in their lives before living with Susan, we must consider the possibility that this whole matter was the result of a confluence occurring in the right place at the right time, where all three of these young ladies were responsible for what occurred some forty years ago.
Had we only had the high-end, portable, EMF sensors we current use and armed with knowing what questions to ask regarding neurophysiological health aspects, this case might have made history in many ways.