The Story of William Henry Turner

[Bonnie Korniak]

On Monday of this week (08/03/09) I went down to a cemetary near my home and made contact with a little girl named Susie, that had passed long ago. I told her "Mommy and Daddy miss you" my EMF meter spiked to .4 She continued to respond to my questions by spiking my meter. When I left, I told her I would bring her a doll, .3

On Thursday, my friend Jean and I returned to the cemetary with a small stuffed panda and a children's book about farm animals. Again contact was made with Susie. Who again responded by spiking my meter as we flipped through the pages, and asked her if she liked ponies, etc...

When we first arrived at the cemetary, Jean said we needed to go to the back corner. I said, ok we'll make our way back there. We continued visiting different grave sites hoping to make contact with any spirits that were there. Jean repeated her request to hit the back corner 2 more times. By now, we had been there about an hour. Then I saw a small but bright light flashing in the bushes, in the back corner. I said I have got to go see what that is. I got about 20 feet or so from the fence when I was stopped cold in my tracks. I was overwhelmed with a feelig of grief that actually took me to my knees as I cried. believe me I am not one to give in to tears often. I did not know wherre this was coming from. Jean made her way over to me and saw how upset I was. We then read the headstones, which I had not seen yet. She read Henry and Bessie Turner. Buried next to them was their infant son (Oct 11, 1908 - Oct 11, 1908) and next to him their 9 year old son. Jean sat beside me and layed her hands on the parents headstone, and closed her eyes. She knew Bessie was grieving because she never got to hold her baby, nor did they let her name him. They just took him. She was given the name William Henry. 3 times. We told her that was a good strong name. I went back to my car and got a business card. On the back I wrote: William Henry Turner Infant son of Henry and Bessie Turner Oct 11 1908- Oct 11, 1908. I put it in plastic and tucked it beside his headstone. Within minutes, the grief was gone, the tightness in my chest was gone, and I could breathe again. Bessie was now at rest. I was not surprised when I checked the bushes and there was nothing there. . .
Rest in peace Turner Family, rest in peace. Sometimes it's not about capturing evidence.

[Jean K. Fouche]

I absolutely agree. Ok so personal feelings are what I call soft evidence,it may not be a picture or video. But it is just as real. Sometimes you happen to stumble upon people that need a little help. Could be someone at work a quarter short for the vending machine, opening a door for a stranger, Taking the time to sit and listen. Giving without thinking of receiving. I received a gift that day. The freedom to not feel uncomfortable talking about the paranormal. I made the decision that day to continue doing what I want to do. And I have .

[Justin (Paranormal Times)]

Great story! I agree as well! I have a similar story I will share soon as well. (as soon as I have some additional time to write it all out) Keep on doing those great deeds. Helping is helping, no matter if your helping the living or the deceased it seems. :)