kTPFpissue 6

KTPF Magazine
Issue 6 - Oct/Nov 2015
In August we were joined by Jenny Ashford and Tom Ross who talked about Tom’s amazing
experiences at the Mammoth Mountain holiday home in California in 1982.
Below is an extract from Jenny’s book based on the Events
From that point forward, the family got very little respite from the actions of
the unknown entity that shared their environment. “It was pretty much
constant activity after that. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn’t subtle,” Tom
says. “Obviously, there was an ebb and flow to it, with more things happening
at certain times, and then there might be an hour or so where nothing
happened. But it was surprisingly active. It would build up to a crescendo and
then it would drop off for a little while. And then the sequence would start
again, slowly building up and then dropping off.”
Lois gives a short litany of some recurring incidents that took place over the next couple of days: “The
oven and stove burners turned on and off. The TV would turn on and off. The hanging chain light in the
stairwell would swing in a slow circle, up to about two feet. Small soaps and washcloths appeared
everywhere, on the beds, in the kitchen, on the counters, even in our suitcases one time. The bunk bed
that had moved up against the door moved back to the middle of the room at some point, even though
we never heard it move.”
She also describes a particular afternoon on the second or third day of their stay when she had been
standing near the kitchen, talking on the phone. As she looked on in fascination, a coffee cup slowly
traveled about twenty-four inches across the bar, evidently pushed by an unseen hand. “It occurred to
us that the cup moving could have been just condensation,” she says. “But we checked, and neither the
bar nor the cup was wet. Besides that, the top of the bar was a rough, tiled surface with grout between
the tiles. It wasn’t the kind of smooth surface that would make a cup slide like that.”
The feeling of being watched was also ever-present. Tom admits that he was reluctant to look into
mirrors or glance at blank TV screens as he passed them, for fear of seeing a reflection of someone or
something in the room that wasn’t there. “The feeling of a presence in the place was really intense,” he
says. “You could just feel it everywhere, like someone was standing just behind you or in the corner of
the room you were in. You were always expecting to see someone, pretty much every minute you spent
in there.” Lois experienced this intense sensation firsthand one evening while she was taking a shower
in the locked master bathroom. Her discomfort had been growing the entire time she had been
showering, until finally the feeling of a presence in the small room with her was so overwhelming that
she very quickly turned off the water,
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