At the time I didn't know it, but I would soon have an overwhelming combination of experiences that would cause me to find solace in all the things I had learned about the paranormal.

In my early twenties, after my parents’ divorce, I had very little contact with my dad’s side of our family, including him. However, after months without any contact, one day I happened to meet up with him while driving around and stopped for a while to catch up. I told him about my plans to start college that fall and he talked about how he was getting excited about the upcoming Fireman's Fair in Thibodaux, LA. I can still recall very vividly to this day the smile on his face as he told me that after the fair he was going to be going on a biking road trip and I wouldn't see him for a very long time. We chatted for a few more minutes and parted ways...and as I watched him drive off in my rear-view mirror, there was a strange feeling in the back of my mind and a knot in my stomach...but I didn't know why.

One night, a few weeks later, I had an extremely vivid dream. In it I was searching frantically to find insurance papers that belonged to my dad. I couldn't understand why it felt so urgent or why I couldn't shake the uneasiness that followed me for the next week. Then one morning, the following week, I received the tragic news that my dad had been killed at 10:30 pm the night before in a motorcycle crash on his way home from the Fireman's Fair. I’ve always questioned since that day, whether or not on some subconscious level, he knew he was going to die then..After all, it was one of the last things we ever talked about. I was understandably devastated, but what occurred in the days following changed the way I viewed everything I was ever taught as a child.

The loss of a parent is extremely difficult to deal with, but as the eldest child, I was also overwhelmed with trying to begin organizing the arrangements for the funeral, contacting insurance companies, and trying to notify people of his death. It was in the blur of all of these things that I finally learned what the dream I had really meant. In the process of trying to retrieve his motorcycle from the impound, I learned that his insurance had lapsed two days before the crash, and his bike would not be released to us. A stipulation on his policy also specified that any accidents that involved alcohol voided the policy.  When contacting his employer, I also learned that the policies he had with them would only settle a fraction of the amount due to the nature of his death. INSURANCE PAPERS.

After I had to identify his body, we went home with the belongings he had on him at the time of the wreck... his wallet with $80 in it, his keys, and his leather vest. The coroner had cleaned it for us, but even still, I could smell the blood on it. I hung it on the closet door, and went to sleep so I could wake to another day of connecting the dots.

At some point in the night, I remember sitting straight up from a deep sleep with someone or something standing next to the bed. It was the shape of a person but had no features, was solid black, and tall. I even recall noticing the way it blocked the light from the window it was standing in front of. And just like that, it was gone. I was hysterical, but also intrigued by what I had just witnessed- could it have really been him or was it something else? Most people would assume it was some kind of grief induced hallucination or stress and dismiss the possibilities. But I am not most people…I question everything I don’t understand until I can explain it.

The days turned to weeks and things began to settle down, and life carried on. Then, one night at 10:30 pm, as I sat watching TV. the light in the room blinked three times. At the time, I thought nothing of it.  But then, the next night and the following night and for weeks the light would blink three times regardless of what room I happened to be in.  I remember the time well because I would always be watching my favorite show. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. And in place of the blinking light, the phone calls began and would always ring around 10:30 pm. but when I would answer it was just silence. It began to happen so frequently that I contacted the operator to trace the call, thinking it was someone playing a joke. But they were always unable to trace it. I even went so far as to report it the police just in case. It wasn't until I asked out loud that if it was my dad trying to get my attention that he had and he could stop now...that it did.

And even as I write this, I still question exactly how and why all these things happened, but I don't have a doubt in my mind that it wasn't real...there are just too many elements involved to be able to dismiss them all.

And so, just as I told my dad the last time I ever saw him alive, I began art school at Nicholls State University concentrating in Fine Art Photography. Very early on, I knew I had found a lifelong passion and a new found voice in photography. I would spend hours on end in the darkroom developing prints until I was completely satisfied with the images I had created. I experimented with the chemistry and projectors to see what unique results I could achieve to surpass the average student and produce more advanced images. Indulging in the ability to project my inner thoughts into my photos, an evolving theme began to surface. And a definite mood from my collection of images was developing that made me question my subconscious selection of subject matter - Entropy. 

I've never been satisfied with listening to other peoples explanations for things. My parents would be the first to testify to that. I've always have to learn things for myself to truly feel like I've come to my own conclusions based on what my own experiences teach me. And so, in order to come to terms with my own paranormal experiences, I decided to learn all that I could first hand - by becoming a paranormal investigator. Not only is it a personal journey to understand what I encountered but also to help other people who have had the same type of experiences. What good is knowledge if you don't share it with others? 

In August of 2010, I became a proud member of, in my opinion, the best paranormal team in Oklahoma. They've listened to and excepted my own experiences, taught me how to conduct credible research, and have become the most interesting extended family anyone could hope for and I know that together we will contribute immeasurable advancements in the Paranormal field.

In my everyday life, I am a single mom of two very energetic children. Hayden, my 7 year old son, will no doubt be a force to reckon with the older he gets. A very unique personality, he has a genius IQ, and very specific areas of interests, including astronomy, physics, entomology, geology, engineering, and art. Sydney, my 3 year old daughter, thinks the world of her big brother and mimics everything he does. Nurturing, thoughtful, and sympathetic; she loves to take care of other children and adores animals. Sydney also loves to sing songs with her mommy at bedtime…even if she hasn’t learned the concepts of tune and rhythm yet!

Within the next year I plan to return to college, yet again, to expand upon my education. I’m beginning to get the distinct impression that I’m one of those eternal students and will always be most fulfilled when I’m being as productive as possible. I’ve always felt that knowledge is a well deserved reward for exploring any curiosities we encounter along our way. And it’s what we do with that knowledge that makes us who we truly are.


Sincerely,

Christi Breerwood
Paranormal Investigator & Photography Specialist
FindersCreepers, Paranormal Research Team of Oklahoma