Our experiences with the paranormal were not confined to The Foundry or our mountain home. Even in other residences, we had brushed up against the unexplainable. In one of our previous homes, a stunning Federation-style home built in the 1900s, our oldest daughter, then about seven years senior, often spoke of a child named “Hammy” who she claimed lived in her bedroom. At first, we dismissed this as a typical imaginary childhood friend. Hammy seemed gentle, entertaining our daughter with whatever games or conversations they shared. Curiosity eventually got the better of us, and we decided to investigate the history of the house. To our surprise, we discovered that one of the original residents was indeed named Hamish. The realization sent shivers down our spines. Our daughter’s “invisible friend” suddenly seemed much more actual. Another memorable incident occurred in that same house. One night, I was jolted awake, even though my wife was sleeping soundly next to me. I found myself in a trance-like state, staring straight ahead into the darkened room. What I saw next is demanding to describe. For what seemed like fifteen minutes, a holographic image appeared before me – a peaceful,
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