Last Friday I had the opportunity to attend a lecture by Lorraine Warren, a well-known paranormal investigator and psychic medium/sensitive. It was meant to benefit the Shelton High School Girl’s Swim Team, but I can’t help but think the crowd of 300 plus came out for an entirely different reason.
Warren, a grandmotherly woman in her 70s, is probably most famous for the investigations she led with her husband, Ed. Their cases have been featured in films “The Amityville Horror” and, most recently, “The Conjuring.”
The latter’s recent success was probably the selling point for many among the crowd, which included a mix of cattering high school students and elderly people.
These audience members filed in line, more than a handful waving their hands as they detailed their own brush with the paranormal.
I’m a bit of a skeptic myself, but I attended with my quasi-believer older sister. I’m not one to mock the believers, but I don’t shy away from being critical.
So, when the first round of “proof” of the existence of paranormal came onto the projector, I tried not to roll my eyes. Flashes of light appeared over tombstones, blurry faces showed in mirrors or glass surfaces and figures were outlined in the backgrounds of images. Some were even just a little bit convincing, particularly a series of photos meant to be a “grey lady” in a local cemetary.
Others were less convincing, possibly because the investigators were trying so hard to point out any possible specter. I’ll buy the outline that looks like a woman in Victorian dress, but if you try to tell me a glorified coffee stain is a man riding a bicycle, I have to take a step back.
I mean, really, I can only suspend my disbelief so far. But, beyond that, I found Warren to be completely delightful and incredibly adorable.
I’m a bit of a skeptic myself, but I attended with my quasi-believer older sister. I’m not one to mock the believers, but I don’t shy away from being critical.
So, when the first round of “proof” of the existence of paranormal came onto the projector, I tried not to roll my eyes. Flashes of light appeared over tombstones, blurry faces showed in mirrors or glass surfaces and figures were outlined in the backgrounds of images. Some were even just a little bit convincing, particularly a series of photos meant to be a “grey lady” in a local cemetary.
Others were less convincing, possibly because the investigators were trying so hard to point out any possible specter. I’ll buy the outline that looks like a woman in Victorian dress, but if you try to tell me a glorified coffee stain is a man riding a bicycle, I have to take a step back.
I mean, really, I can only suspend my disbelief so far. But, beyond that, I found Warren to be completely delightful and incredibly adorable.