Poltergeist is German for a noisy ghost, spirit or a supernatural entity that is responsible for physical disturbances such as levitation of items or destruction of objects. While skeptical investigators believe that most of these paranormal incidents are hoaxes, others including observers and paranormal experts will often attribute these unnatural activities to mischievous spirits.
Reports of poltergeists have dated back to the early first century. Traditionally, these troublesome spirits choose to haunt a particular person rather than a specific location. However, many alleged poltergeist occurrences have been reported by different cultures all around the world including the United States.
According to Wikipedia, I learned that some experts attribute psychological reasons for eye-witness accounts regarding poltergeist manifestations. In other words, people who report observing poltergeists may be experiencing delusional episodes or wishful thinking. Perhaps I find my poltergeist manifestations intriguing and worthy of further exploration because I am a wishful thinker. I would describe my personal poltergeist as playful rather than mean-spirited, at least until I began doing research for this column.
I think I have a poltergeist living in my kitchen. My story begins shortly after my mother passed away in 2009. I was getting ready to attend her memorial service in Findlay, when all I could hear was noise and static coming from my mother's very old television set. After mom's television died, my imagination soon kicked in with a poltergeist story to share at her Celebration of Life Ceremony. It's funny how one's mind can travel to unexpected places during the grief process.
No matter how prepared one attempts to be, the death of a parent usually comes as a shock. Perhaps this is why I felt compelled to resort to my comfort zone of storytelling. I not only lost my mom, but also my best friend, beloved companion and wise adviser. My mother had a wonderful sense of humor. I shared with her mourners on the day of her service that it would have been just like her to take her television with her as she left this earthly home at the age of 90.
My mom and late husband shared the same birth date, Dec. 3. They both were adventurous, loved to travel, and each had a witty view of the world. Neither one had ever met a stranger and their outgoing personas endeared themselves to others. I miss them both, but often feel their loving presence around and within me. Now I wonder if it could possibly be either my deceased mother or late husband who inhabits my radio and makes it loud enough to wake me up. I find this funny sometimes, but also annoying.
Not only do I hear voices coming from my kitchen after my radio mysteriously turns on, but the channel is also changed from its original setting. Now, here is the kicker. When I am home during the day, these bizarre events do not occur as they only happen in the early morning hours. By the way, both my mother and husband were early risers. Also, in real life, when my mother and husband got together they could be funny and annoying at the same time.
I have considered sending my radio in for repair, but after all these years of entertainment, I think that I would miss the drama and company that this unruly transmitter has provided. It comforts me to be reminded of my mother's and husband's outrageous shenanigans that have inspired me to tell yet another story. However, I have been under the assumption that my poltergeist was friendly and fun-loving until I learned that sometimes these ornery spirits are "capable of pinching, biting, hitting and tripping people."
OMG! Have I told you the story about the day after I retired in 2014? I tripped in my kitchen and broke my left hip. Seriously! I'm just saying...I think I have a poltergeist living in my kitchen.
Bowling Green resident Norma Davenport is a former mental health worker and advocate with the Family Service Counseling Center of Wood County. She contributes to the Sentinel-Tribune monthly.
Opinions expressed in "Norma Unleashed" are the writer's own.