On most occasions, poltergeist agents are readily identifiable by their highly unique personality profile coupled with a definitive pattern of recurrent spontaneous psychokinetic (RSPK) events throughout their pubescence, adolescence and early adulthood. However, every once and a while, a researcher stumbles across a situation or an individual that does not in any way conform to what we believe we know about poltergeist phenomena. These are the cases where any attempt to resolve the matter in terms of conventional wisdom falls way short of the mark.

In point of fact, there have been several instances where I have met individuals who, for the most part, never recall experiencing any form of poltergeist/RSPK phenomena, nor did they meet any of the criteria already established regarding such generators, yet they suddenly, and for no apparent reason, start manifesting intense psychokinetic storms. The one common element throughout these three particular cases was my presence, which consequently causes one to ponder the possibility of a new, more expanded hypothesis regarding the nature of this complicated phenomena.

Before any apriori judgment or conclusions are reached, it should be made clear from the outset that I have never personally experienced any form of type of psychokinetic activity throughout my fifty years of life (apart from that which I investigated in other cases). Therefore, these effects are not the product of some ignored, deeply buried history of RSPK on my part. However, the question still remains as to why each of the three women discussed herein started experiencing poltergeist outbreaks after they began dating me.

These peculiar series of encounters began when I met a woman named Darlene as she walked into UCLA’s Parapsychology Laboratory at the Neuropsychiatric Institute in the late summer of 1974. At first glance, she resembled a very young looking Connie Stevens (maybe some of you readers remember her from 1950-60’s television)?

Instead of blonde hair and blue eyes, Darlene had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her facial physiognomy was almost identical to that of Connie Stevens. Standing 5’3” tall with a thin buxom figure, Darlene looked very much the part of an actress of model.

Coincidentally, Darlene grew up within the entertainment community and was, in reality, close friends with Connie Stevens to whom she was constantly compared with as a darker colored sister.

Although Darlene looked all of 25, she was in fact 39, divorced, with one child. This very young physical appearance was later explained as the result of a severe car accident from which Darlene was brought into the hospital’s emergency room almost DOA. After all the reconstructive and plastic surgery, Darlene had skin and muscle tone far superior to that of most college students.

Although Darlene’s appearance was striking, she did have several lasting scars from her auto accident. First, the trauma turned her dark hair grey-white (which of course, she dyed back to its original color). Second, there were substantial scars on her left arm and face, though the prior could not be as well reconstructed as the latter. Additionally, due to extensive neurological damage at these two sites, all tactile sensitivity in these regions was lost (the areas were numb to the touch).

Shortly after we began dating, Darlene’s hair started growing out dark once again and the nerve deadened areas on her arm and face returned to their normal levels of tactile sensitivity, suggesting neural regeneration. Which, as you may know, is not supposed to occur according to medical science.

These effects caused Darlene to presumptuously conclude that I had something to do with her sudden and dramatic “healing." Being the cautious scientist, I was considerably more skeptical and suggested that perhaps it was simply her own emotional response to being a new and different relationship that triggered the healing, sort of a psychogenic reaction.

Even though there is a substantial body of medical evidence suggesting that strong positive emotions can result in significant healing and regenerative processes, Darlene did not understand or accept this theory. In all likelilhood, this is probably why she did not want the relationship to end though there was absolutely no possibility of our ever getting married, which is what she desired.

My reason for mentioning this particular incident is that as healing is believed to be a product of psychokinesis, perhaps in this case it was a mild precursor to subsequent poltergeist outbreaks. This is to suggest that the same emotional bonding between Darlene and me that resulted in the later RSPK outbreaks was also responsible for the healing. As both events involved unknown types of energy, this line of speculation cannot be ignored or dismissed out-of-hand.

In getting to know Darlene, it immediately became apparent that something peculiar was occurring within her environment. Various small, loose objects, like keys, jewelry and sometimes even clothes, mysteriously disappeared. Most of the time the objects were found only feet or a room away several hours or days later, like a glass of iced tea or car keys. On other, rarer occasions, the missing objects never returned.

As this repeatedly transpired around Darlene, her 18-yr. old daughter, as well as her daughter’s boyfriend, while they were at Darlene’s Westwood apartment, there was no concern over the possibility that Darlene’s teenage daughter might be pulling some kind of practical joke or simply seeking attention. In fact, the daughter’s boyfriend became outraged on several occasions when he lost various possessions while in the apartment. I initially suspected that these RSPK displays were a product of Darlene’s interaction with her daughter. However, this theory could never be validated.

Little did anyone suspect that the apports were just the beginning in a series of paranormal volleys that would result in Darlene repeatedly moving in an attempt to escape the psychokinetic bombardment.

As the phenomena escalated, it evolved, becoming in this author’s opinion, more sophisticated in its manifestations. Once the apports began to subside, they were almost immediately replaced by the sounds of disembodied voices, perhaps one of the most unsettling types of phenomena to occur, especially while home alone.

However, the way in which the disembodied voices manifested themselves was, in itself, quite unique. After Darlene and I had left her apartment to see a film or dine out, her daughter would hear our conversations continuing as if we were still there. The disembodied conversations became so pronounced that even friends of Darlene’s daughter and neighboring apartments overhead the voices. It was as if our presence and vocal activity were somehow being recorded and played back once we left the premises.

To eliminate the obvious and prosaic possibility that the disembodied voices were simply the result of a hoax, Darlene’s apartment, as well as the adjoining ones, were thoroughly examined in search of hidden microphones or speakers. Nothing suspicious was found.

There had been sufficient independent corroboration regarding these voices that the only real problem now remaining was actually recording them. And there was the rub. For although both Darlene and I actually overheard these mimicking voices on more than one occasion, every time we attempted to record them they would abruptly cease. The evasiveness of this phenomenon was truly remarkable.

Unfortunately, in the spring of 1975, circumstances totally unrelated to the poltergeist outbreaks forced Darlene to again move, this time taking her completely out-of-state. Almost immediately after she moved out of Los Angeles and away thus ending our relationship, the poltergeist activity totally abated.

Since that time, I have occasionally heard from her and there have been absolutely no further instances of poltergeist activity. The last time Darlene and I actually met was in 1980, everything had long since returned to normal. Our brief meeting was apparently insufficient to initiate another round of phenomena. Assuming, of course, that a casual gathering is all that’s required to trigger the onset of this highly atypical form of RSPK, which I seriously doubt.

During the spring of 1975, while teaching a parapsychology course in UCLA’s extension, an attractive 25 yr. old blonde named Resa approached me asking if I remembered her. I drew a totally blank. She went on to tell me that we attended grammar school together. Still a blank. Finally, she said that her father was my family’s G.P. medical doctor. Still, no bells or whistles, and for the first time in a long time, and I am sure to the reader’s relief, this girl resembled absolutely no other person I have ever known or seen before or since, especially an actress. Well, now that I’m thinking about it.....nah.

Anyway, one thing led to another and we eventually went out on several dates. While I found Resa interesting and very intelligent, I was not dramatically attracted to her. While sitting in her house talking, her stereo system, turned itself on and one of my favorite record albums (you remember, those pre-CD recording mediums made from black vinyl that always warped?) found its way on to the turntable (interestingly, Strange Days, by the Doors). Strike one, and Resa asked many questions for which there were no definitive or objective answers.

About a week later, while approaching her home (in her car) during a fierce rainstorm after dinner, Resa complained that her automatic garage door opener was broken and that she would have to get out of the car in the downpour to open it. As a gentleman, I volunteered, which may in retrospect, have been an error in judgment.

As we turned into her driveway, Resa inadvertently reached to touch her dysfunctional garage door opener and instead hit my left wrist. The result was a loud and visible electric spark that illuminated the inside of the otherwise darkened car’s interior with a purple-blue glow. Suddenly, the garage door opened on its own. Strike two, and now Resa was really being worried about whether we should even remain friends. But why give up on a good thing, especially when the best is yet to come, although she had no way of knowing that.

Several days later Resa invited me over for dinner. Everything seemed very normal and, for once, we both thought that calmness would prevail. Throughout dinner nothing unusual happened. It was about two hours later while we were on the couch in the living room talking that the next paranormal event occurred.

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