"Occult Investigator, Real Cases from the Files of X-Investigations," chronicles author and private detective Bob Johnson's REAL-WORLD experiences investigating all manner of paranormal and occult events. He is the founder of the world's only occult and paranormal investigation firm – X-Investigations, that's affiliated with a licensed New York City private investigations company. <br><br>Unlike the myriad "ghost busting" teams that garner media attention for their "scary photos and creepy sound recordings," Johnson and X-Investigations first uses its PI resources to verify if a case warrants any kind of actual occult solutions and if so confronts the events face-to-face using clairvoyant and proven ritualistic methods. Their company credo: "We Face Your Fears."<br><br>He's the Sam Spade of ghosts, witches, demons and things that scare the hell out of you at night who's studied under preeminent ghost hunter Hans Holzer. That's the best way to describe the protagonist and real-life pilgrim of the night as he and his voluptuous Czech sidekick, Silvana recount their adventures into the supernatural around the globe.<br><br>The author, takes you on a roller coaster ghost busting ride across the country and even into the dark woods of Transylvania (that's right, in Romania). In eleven riveting chapters, written in a hard-boiled detective staccato style, the X-Investigations team reveals the details of their most frightening and in some ways totally unexplained occult cases.<br><br>Unlike the myriad "paranormal" investigations and ghost hunting books on the market, Occult Investigator tackles more bizarre challenges including a computer cursed by black magick , a vampire teen who has a blood sucking psychic link with his spitting-image cousin, the werewolf of Van Nuys, California, killer cats, Satanic neighbors in a Manhattan apartment, and our favorite, a sexually crazed succubus housewife who blames demons for her insatiable cravings!
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Bob Psy.D. Johnson. Occult Investigator
CHAPTER SUMMARIES
CHAPTER 5 -THE SATANISTS NEXT DOOR
CHAPTER 10 – HOUDINI’S HELLRATS
CHAPTER 11- ANDREA’S STRANGLER
INTRODUCTION - OCCULT INVESTIGATOR
CHAPTER 1 – THE CURSE OF THE VELVET ROOM
CHAPTER 2 – NORMA VASQUEZ’S AFTERLIFE DETECTIVE
CHAPTER 3 – THE TRANSYLVANIAN CURSE
CHAPTER 4 – THE WEREWOLF OF VAN NUYS
CHAPTER 5 – THE SATANISTS NEXT DOOR
CHAPTER 6 – THE COMPUTER THAT STOLE SOULS
CHAPTER 7 – THE SUCCUBUS
CHAPTER 8 – THE SALEM WITCH CONNECTION
CHAPTER 9 – THE CATS MADE HER KILL HERSELF
CHAPTER 10 – HOUDINI’s HELLRATS HAUNTED HER
CHAPTER 11 – ANDREA’S STRANGLER
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CHAPTER 1 - THE CURSE OF THE VELVET ROOM – NYC
The X-Investigations team was contacted by a New York City woman who claimed a spirit was harassing her at her favorite local café. During the investigation the café burned down and was closed. This is the story of how the malevolent ghost was identified and forced to release the woman from its bonds.
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As I was exiting a cab on Kenmare Street in front of Manzo’s to meet the mysterious Silvana, I gathered my umbrella and immediately had a sensation that I was about to see an old friend, not a new acquaintance. Maybe it was wishful thinking or a carry over sense of familiarity from our phone conversation, but when I entered the café and saw Silvana sipping an espresso and dressed in a black turtleneck sweater, a black leather skirt and deep violet tights with “Sex In the City” designer pointed half-boots, I felt as though I reconnected with an old relative or an old flame. It didn’t hurt that Silvana was stunningly beautiful…tall, slender with dark eyes and dark hair. She was a bit “beatnik,” combined with some of The Avengers’ Emma Peele TV character thrown in. But my first impression of her as a sophisticated European was mixed with a feeling that Silvana harbored some dark secrets. I felt that she was troubled, not by everyday, mundane problems, but by something that could be described as inky, murky, and almost ancient. Silvana stood tall and straight when she saw me enter. She greeted me with a firm handshake and warm, but questioning eyes. She said it was a pleasure to meet me in her Czech accent and got right down to business, telling me of a woman who was cursed…not by a person, but by a store, a café right here in Manhattan. Mary Montrose had contacted Silvana some weeks ago after she learned of her psychic abilities. With no one to turn to, Mary sought Silvana’s help in ridding herself of the awful occurrences that haunted her daily life. They were strange indeed, the fits of hysteria, the cold winds in her room, the smell of vomit in her kitchen, the constant disappearance of her money. Mary’s life was becoming a living nightmare. And as Silvana recounted Mary’s story to me for the better part of two hours I finally realized what was behind Silvana’s questioning eyes, She could feel the other side and the entities that inhabited it, but she could do nothing about it. She was virtually paralyzed by her own perceptive powers. Silvana was a paranormal conduit that needed someone who could stay grounded on this plane. That’s where I came in.
The next morning in Vincent’s midtown offices over deli coffee and bagels, I explained to Silvana my idea to start X-Investigations and how her calling me and seeking help with Mary Montrose was serendipitous to say the least. She wasn’t very concerned with the business of solving occult cases…Silvana’s more burning issue was to fulfill her “calling,” but she agreed that having a framework for this kind of assistance was a good idea. When I asked her if she was interested in being my partner and that she would have to undergo some paranormal abilities testing, she simply smiled at me and told me the exact date that my mother passed away, that my father was still alive and what hospital I was born in in Brooklyn. I told her that that was pretty good party game psychicism, but any good detective could have simply looked up my records on the internet. But when she told me that my old cat Szandor liked to eat lasagna I was stunned. “Now how did you know that,” I asked. She smiled and said, “Vincent told me.”
