These messages are emails or text messages that were sent to Creighton Northgate at various times over the last several years. Some were donated by the very clients who sent them while others were donated anonymously through sources that will not detail how they obtained them. I admit to the possibility that they may have been obtained through "hacking" Mr. Northgate's cellphone or email account, and if this is the case I do apologize to him and will take them down immediately if he or the creators of the messages request that I do so. Names and phone numbers have been removed for privacy.
Mr northgate I don't know how the best way to talk to u is, but I need ur help. Pls contact me back @ XXX-XXX-XXXX Thnk u – Carl XXXX
To Mister Creighton Northgate:
Mr. Northgate, I know that you're a busy person. I've heard a good deal about you from different people in town who know people that you've helped around the region. I hope maybe you can help my family as well. I should tell you that I'm a rational man. I work as a professor at a nearby college and have always tried to use logic and reasoning when confronted by any unknown factor. But now, I'm facing something that is outside my realms of understanding and I'm not too proud to admit it.
We moved to this town – XXXXX XXXXXX, about thirty minutes or so outside of Atlanta, a year ago. Our home was fine at first, but pretty soon after we moved in things started to happen in the room I turned into my home office.
Things started getting rearranged – my books, mostly. I blamed the kids at first, but then I started to hear voices right behind me when I was the only person home. The dog stopped going into the room. He just stands at the door and growls or barks or whines. The cat won't even go into that side of the house anymore. And sometimes the room just gets so cold that you can't stand to be inside it, even when it's summertime and the rest of the house is seventy or eighty degrees. More and more stuff started getting moved around. My wife keeps the bed sheets in the room, and sometimes every one of them will be drug out and thrown around the room. The books get stacked up from floor to ceiling, then just scattered around the room.
All of this stuff happens when we aren't looking. I can leave the room for a minute and then come back to find something like this happen. And I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me the whole time I'm trying to work. I moved the computer out and only go in the room when I have to get something now.
A couple of days ago my wife had one of her friends set up one of those night vision cameras that takes photos every few seconds. I've attached some of the photos to this email. To be honest, they scared the hell out of me. I kept the door to that room closed and locked all night long, and it's on the second floor so nobody could have came in the windows (they were locked too). I hope that you take a look at them and decide to help us, because my wife is ready to move out. We understand through the people that told us about you that you charge a modest fee and need a place to stay, and we can pay your fee immediately and provide room and board here, or rent a room at the nearby motel for you.
Please help us if you can. Our number is XXX-XXX-XXXX, or you can email me back at this same address.
Thanks,
Dr. James Buchanan (Mr. Buchanan agreed to allow me to repost his initial email to Mr. Northgate as well as the photos he sent. Mr. Northgate actually agreed to take the case, and James was kind enough to write a short letter detailing some of what Mr. Northgate did and the outcome of his visit. That synopsis can be found on the "FORMER CLIENTS SPEAK" page of the website. One photo from the set appears below and the remainder of the photos can be found in the "PHOTOS" section – Clive Parish)
Mr. Northgate,
I heard about you through a woman I work with. She said that you can talk to the dead and stuff like that. For the past year we've been seeing my daddy's ghost out in his workshop. He don't ever say nothing, just stands there like he don't remember who he is or where he's at. After a few minutes he just turns and walks back in the workshop and disappears. We ain't scared of him or nothing like that, and I know he wouldn't hurt us. But I stay awake nights worrying that he can't move on to heaven. That maybe he's lost his way. The preacher at our church says that all God's children are called to heaven when they die, but my Daddy's still here and that makes me afraid for him. If you could come here and help my daddy find peace, I'd owe you so much. I know you have to get paid, and that you have to have a place to stay. My brother and my sister both said that they would pitch in with me to pay you, and you can stay with me and my husband. We've got an extra bedroom and it even looks right out on the workshop. We live in a little town right outside of Columbia, SC. Please give us a call back at XXX XXX XXXX I hope to hear from you soon and God bless you. Mary-Anne XXXXXXX
Hello
If it's true what they say about you then I'd love for you to call me back. There is something in the woods outside my house, and it ain't normal. I've had four cows and one dog killed over the last month, and I seen the thing a few days ago. It's like a man, only it ain't. It's all covered in hair and walking on two legs like a monkey or something, with red eyes that shine when a flashlight hits them. I am using my friend's email thing because I don't have one but you can call me back at XXXXXXXXXX. Bill XXXX
Crate, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me and my family. If you're ever back this way and need a place to stay or a meal or just want somebody to drink a few shots of moonshine with, you're always welcome here. Thank you again for everything. You don't know what it means to us. Yvonne and Robert XXXXXXXX