After my last submission, where I heard a voice yell "HELP!" right in my bedroom, nothing should surprise me. But 2 weeks ago, at about 4 in the morning, I was again awake, just lying there when I heard, "OlliePfeifferOLLIEPHEIFFER!"
You can imagine my shock. This voice came from in front of the bathroom door. The "HELP!" voice came from in front of the dresser. I struggled for a minute to de-code what he had said. I repeated it over to myself, in the way that it sounded to me. Slowly I began to separate the names & realize he was telling me he was Ollie Pfeiffer. I had thought many times since this began, "Just tell me your name."
I went to an ancestory site on my computer and came up with several Oliver Pheiffer's, and several different spellings. Interestingly, 4 of them lived in Georgia where I am now, and one lived in the next town.
I don't exactly know what Ollie wants. He doesn't sound malevolant or menacing; I think he shouts because he has to use a lot of energy to make himself heard.
I will continue to search for Oliver Pfeiffer. Purhaps he is one of those people who is trapped between the two worlds. I don't know what to do to help him cross over. Possibly he was a friend of the man who built this house in the 1970's. That man seemed to be in the process of building an elaborate garden out back but it appears he was interrupted by death. He might be Oliver Pfeiffer himself; I don't know the name of the man who built this house; it might be Oliver himself. I'm not sure how to find that out.