A Personal Paranormal Experience: A Voice from the Past

This account reflects a personal experience and interpretation. Readers are encouraged to draw their own conclusions.

In 1996, a close friend and co-worker — whom I will identify only as “MC” — died tragically. He was young, charismatic, and full of potential. I often joked that he was like a little brother to me. His death was sudden and devastating, and the circumstances surrounding it prevented his family from holding an open-casket funeral.

What lingered with me most after his passing was not just grief, but concern. MC had always taken pride in his appearance. His clothes were immaculate, and he never left home without a comb tucked into his back pocket. I found myself wondering how he might have felt knowing that the event that took his life also altered his physical appearance. While I am not a particularly vain person, I cared deeply for him, and that thought stayed with me for years.

A Personal Paranormal Experience and Loss

In the months and years that followed MC’s death, there were moments when I thought I caught glimpses of him. Because my mother had known him as well, I would sometimes ask her, “Did you just see MC?” On occasion she agreed, and at other times she gently reminded me that he was gone.

I do not share this to suggest certainty — only to describe how deeply present he remained in my thoughts during that time.

The Séance and an Unexpected Message

In 2001, I attended a séance event led by medium Susan Northrop. I went with my then-boyfriend and his adult daughter, hoping — if anything — to connect with my great uncle. The event took place in a large hotel conference space in a major city and was attended by several hundred people.

We were seated in the middle section, facing the stage, about fifteen rows back. As the medium moved through the audience, she spoke aloud: “…like a brother, but not a brother.”

People around us began reacting immediately — calling out cousins, brothers, and relatives they believed were being referenced. I stayed quiet, observing, still focused on my original hope of hearing from my uncle.

As the medium paused several rows in front of us, I turned to my boyfriend’s daughter and quietly whispered MC’s full name. Almost immediately, the medium stated that the spirit she was communicating with acknowledged hearing his full name spoken.

I began to cry.

She approached me briefly and said, “He wants you to know he is okay with appearance.”

Then she moved on to address another attendee.

In that moment, I felt an unexpected sense of peace — one that stayed with me long after the event. After that night, I never again experienced what I believed to be sightings of MC.

An EVP Years Later

Audio recording equipment similar to that used during investigations.

MC never fully left my thoughts, but I felt at peace about him. I shared this story only with a small circle of people and always emphasized the same thing: take from it what you will. I have my beliefs, and I do not expect others to share them.

Years later, during the fall season, our team investigated a library in Mystic, Connecticut. I casually shared my experience with MC with team members and staff present, without attaching any particular expectation to it.

After the investigation concluded, a team member named Eli reviewed an audio recording from the site. He contacted me and asked that I listen carefully and tell him what I heard.

As soon as I played the audio, I began to cry.

Clear as day, I heard a voice say: “Hey, Ursula.”

I am personally certain that the voice captured in that recording belongs to MC. I understand that others may interpret the audio differently, and I respect that. For me, the moment was deeply personal and profoundly meaningful. You can listen to the audio clip here: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/OjGM8G-nwhw

Reflection and Meaning

This experience — spanning years, loss, and unexpected moments — remains one of the most personal events of my life. It is not offered as proof, nor as persuasion, but simply as a personal paranormal experience that shaped my understanding of connection and memory.

I feel honored to believe that my friend remains close in his own way. Others are free to reach their own conclusions.