One of the first things I noticed as we walked in, aside from the complete stillness in the condo was the odor of mildew. I didn't noticed it much the first night, we had a late flight over so I just put the girls to bed in their room. I didn't sleep very well though, all three of my daughters talked in their sleep. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was unsettling. The next day everyone...everyone was in a bad mood. I went through two bottles of Excedrin while we were there, I had a headache the entire time. 

While I was acclimating myself to the place, I sat down to write a few notes so I could mail them while we were out that day. This was a family owned condo that we shared with other family members, so I knew somewhere it was stocked with stationary. I opened one of the desk drawers and found the picture below. This is stuff I grab.

I know that spirits will sometimes use an odor to get your attention. Well, this one certainly had mine! I kept getting a psychic impression of a Portuguese sailor over by the door that led to a side yard. Why Portuguese? I have no clue, it just kept popping into my head. A sailor or a pirate. I could see him walk into the room with a sword in one hand and flick a cigarette on the ground with the other. There was a strong impression in that room. I looked over at my oldest daughter who had been quiet. She confided in me that she brought her Bible with her. Normally, people don't bring their Bibles with them on vacation but she did and I did, without saying anything to the other until that day. So we sat, taking turns reading the Bible aloud and then included my other two daughters with a group prayer.

They felt afraid in that room but couldn't articulate why. So I gathered up their suitcases and brought them into my bedroom. I wasn't about to let them sleep alone another night. There were five of us in a king size bed, and no one complained.

The condo was large and luxurious. It had a women's and a men's bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. Yet every time I used the women's side I wanted to scream. Have you ever had the feeling that someone was looking at you? Well, the feeling I had was that someone had their face next to mine nose-to-nose or looking forward, put their head on my shoulder from behind. Gave me the chills. I couldn't shake it. 

The layout on the women's side was great. It was L-shaped, broken up into three separate rooms. The first was the dressing room, where you entered. It had three sinks with a massive mirror that ran the length of the room. If you faced the sinks and held out your right arm, you'd be pointing your way into the room where the bathtub and bidet were located.  A sunken tub, with shower looked out over the golf course and beyond that the cliffs and shoreline. The view was breathtaking. I used it once with the shower curtains open. 

When we went out, we'd always set the alarm system that had somehow turned itself off while we were gone. There was always a hum in the hallway, like a buzzing sound. It was just to the point where you would stand still to locate where it was coming from and then it stopped.

I had gone out to the lanai with my camera to get a picture of the girls and sat down cross legged on the cement outside so I could take it on their level. I was looking into the living room. The entire wall area facing me behind the couch is mirrored, so what you're seeing is actually a reflection of the other side of the room. Which is why you can see the lanai doors.

Although you can also see an ectoplasm streak of light either going to or coming from the doors. See it? Coming from the doors, in a curve up the ceiling near the upper left corner. It's not a light ray. Light rays don't curve like that.

I walked into the first room, took a breath then faced the bathtub doorway. At this point my nerves were shot, weird dreams, lights going off and on, sounds that couldn't be explained and now disembodied voices. I took another deep breath and I still couldn't walk in there. The room where the toilet was located, was to the left of the doorway opening. All I had to do was stand in the first room, extend my arms into the second and aim the camera towards the third. How hard could it be? I'm surprised that I could even steady the camera. So I held out my arms shoulder height, turned the camera to the left, closed my eyes and clicked.

I pulled the film from the camera, walked back into the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand to develop. I looked at my three babies all staring back up at me, then I looked at the picture. My oldest daughter who was nineteen at the time looked down at the same time, I looked back at her and said, "Where are the keys?" I did not want to stay in there a second longer, but we did.

This is another mirrored wall.  One person looked at this picture and said that it was a reflection in the mirror. So I asked her then why do the legs extend beyond the mirror on to the wall? What looks like a doorway on the right is actually a deep set window behind the toilet.

I can see the torso, the chest, navel and groin. I can see the legs and arms. I can see a scowling face with dark hair looking downward (where my daughter would have been sitting) but it's almost like it's superimposed on the shoulders. I can't figure out what the light form above the head is. I look at this picture sometimes and wish that I had taken more.