I have always been fascinated with ghosts all my life. I’m not sure what this fascination came from.
Maybe it was when I learned that my cousin, Sammy, was a black eyed child. It was such a strange beginning to my childhood. How can someone be like this? What would cause this to happen?
One of the most bizzare things was whenever Sammy came over, the whole place smelled awful. There was definitely evil in the air. I swear the whole neighborhood smelled like a septic tank installation in Ulster County. I guess it wasn’t Sammy’s fault. After all, he had no control over it.
So that’s my life.. I had a weird cousin. Growing up I wanted to know more about these people and about ghost hunting in general. So I guess Sammy started my fascination with ghost hunting.