The People in the Closet

When I reached the age of 5, my mother would pull my curtains closed, make sure all the lights were off, and as soon as I had settled into bed with whatever snack she deemed appropriate (carrots, celery, etc.) designed to keep me quiet for a little while, she would shut the door to, leaving a tiny crack where I could hear their voices chatting and laughing or the sound of the TV playing in the background.  Little light filtered its way through the turn of the hallway into the bedroom I shared with my older sisters and I remember often feeling sad and hurt, from being disposed of in such a manner.

I don’t remember the exact date when I started knowing they were there, but I know I was between 5 and 6 years old.  I remember the bedrooms so clearly; my father custom built our home over the years and the bedrooms were large with large, double deep closets.  One night it started; my closets filled up with people who were all staring at me.  I would feel them and see them in my mind when I closed my eyes.  I knew they were longing for something, but I was unaware of what they were wanting. They were not disfigured or horrifically wounded, rather they were just perfectly normal – except they were all staring at me, crammed into the closets.  Some nights there would only be about 20 but other nights it seemed as if there were a great many more.  Some nights they would just stand in the closet, but on other nights one or two would creep around to kneel at my bedside with their head level to mine and just stare at me.  I was always careful to be fully covered by the blankets for I was afraid of what would happen if I they reached out to touch me.

Eventually, I would yell for my mother to come into the room.  I would babble that the people in the closet were staring at me and would not stop and she would just stare at me. Most nights she would check the curtains were pulled tight (they always were) and say that I was silly and that it was just the light from the kitchen causing the handles on the closets to twinkle, so she would then shut the door completely so I was surrounded by darkness.

This routine continued until I was around 7 years old – I stopped noticing them at that point, but now I know I blocked them out of my vision.Archangel Michael explained to me during one conversation that even as a small child my connection to him vibrated strongly into the ether, so discarnates (dead people) would flock to me hoping that I would be able to help them leave this plane of existence.  As an adult that provided some small amount of comfort that they were not just trying to tortured me by standing and staring at me all night.

In 2001, I discovered my elder daughter at 9 years of age tying things around her closet door knobs to keep them shut, and realized that like me they also could see dead people. At that point I began to teach my children to protect themselves, but that soon grew to teaching others who also could see and feel them.

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The Paranormal, Hauntings, Possessions, and Other Things

It is inevitable that either my students or clients ask me about various hauntings I have dealt with over the years.  I have had some amazing adventures throughout my life and I do hate to think that I have not yet written about some of them.  Some of them were excellent learning opportunities and some of them were merely annoyances, but overall I think dealing with “haunted” environments is my favorite thing to do, with the exception of full body possessions – those are my absolute favorite thing.

For many years I have joked (well, not joked really) that if I ever won a ridiculous amount of money in a lottery or some such game that I would find an old asylum somewhere to document, clear, and then fix up – maybe as a retreat or a hotel or something…which I would then hire someone to run for me while I went off to find the next fun place to clear.  I have received pretty much the same statement from my children and several students, “What?  Are you crazy?” and the answer is simply that I love a valid haunted house/environment.  Too many times over the years I have been disappointed many times when a place purported to be haunted really was not.  C’est la vie!

The pages attached to this page are going to be information along with stories of my adventures dealing with hauntings and possessions and other things that go bump in the night.  I would like to caution you though – this is not Hollywood, so some people might find the stories a bit boring and definitely with a LOT less blood shed!  Such is real life. Now and then I read some of my peers’ notes and stories and I have to laugh at the drama presented.  Some of their stories sound as if they are trying to pitch their story to Hollywood instead of trying to do the Work.

And for those reading this, I am always looking for the next haunted house to fill me with joy and hopefully provide a challenge!  So if you have a place needing clearing in the US mid-West, particularly the Illinois, Wisconsin, and Indiana areas, send me an email!  I am always up for a road trip, I do so love the work, and my fees are pretty reasonable when food and lodging are supplied!  🙂  If your place falls outside of the mid-West, contact me and we will see what financial arrangements we can work out.

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