After a little research, I found that a wolf is a sign on protection, and is definitely a good thing to have hanging around the house.

This wolf, however, sometimes shows up other places when I least expect it. On several occasions he’s shown up either in the passenger seat or backseat of my car.

Sometimes he appears at the haunted locations Linda and I are investigating. He stands in front of me with teeth barred if a spirit or ghost is in the room. 

My own dog, a Golden Retriever named Sasha, even saw him a few times. When the wolf was in my house he either appeared under my desk at my feet, or on the landing of the staircase going upstairs. Sasha would bark a couple of times, then settle down and just watch him carefully. If the wolf got up and walked around the house, Sasha would track him with her eyes, but never approached him.

Recently I had to put Sasha to sleep due to an illness. When I returned from the veterinarian’s office, the gray wolf was sitting by the door when I walked in the house. It was almost as if he came to comfort me. He remained close to me for about an hour before taking his leave.

My cats are also aware of his presence and give him a very wide berth whenever he is here. The wolf has never made any attempt to attack any of my animals. To go one step further, he seems totally disinterested in them.  

I have to honestly say I have no rational explanation for his presence around me, but have to admit I feel considerably safe whenever the wolf is around, and hopes he continues to visit often.

The Man Who Smokes A Pipe;

Almost every time I’m on my way to or from Linda’s house, I smell pipe tobacco coming from the backseat of my car. There is no smoke visible, but the tobacco odor is unmistakable; it’s Cherry Blend tobacco.

The only reason I know the particular tobacco, is that I spent two hours in a tobacco store one day smelling all the different blends until I found the right one.

If I’m on my way to Linda’s house, which is about four miles away, I will first notice the aroma when I pass Oakwood Cemetery, located a mile away from my house. When I get about a mile away from Linda’s the smell disappears.

On my way home from Linda’s, I will smell it just as I pull out of her driveway, and it will disappear as I pass Oakwood Cemetery.

The obvious conclusion is that this occurrence is associated with Oakwood Cemetery, however it’s impossible to say for sure.

Could it be a spirit just out for a ride? I doubt it. Linda, and other people I know go by the cemetery every day and have never reported anything similar happening to them. So for some reason I’ve been singled out to give this unseen hitchhiker a lift to wherever he’s going.

At first I wanted to connect this pipe-smoking man to the paranormal phenomena at Linda’s house. The first time I noticed him was on my way back from her house.

Then when he started accompanying me to her house and back home again, that dispelled that theory.

I’ve tried several times to communicate with him, but so far he’s been unresponsive. He’s just content to sit in the backseat and smoke his pipe.

What strikes me as odd is that it is very rare for me not to sense the presence of a spirit or ghost as soon as it gets anywhere near me. Yet I’m unable to pick him up at all until I catch my first whiff of smoke, then I become acutely aware of his presence.

My impression of him is that he was a distinguished man in life, and quite a gentleman. I get the image of an older man, perhaps in his late fifty’s early sixties, in an expensive three piece suit. He always wears a matching vest, and an ascot. I also feel he carries a cane. Judging by the style of clothing, it would be fair to say he lived sometime in the early to mid 1900’s.

I also get the impression that his hair is mostly gray with a touch of black. His moustache is neatly waxed and his grooming is impeccable. He is somewhat portly, but definitely a man of class and breeding.

As it is with the wolf, he doesn’t show up all the time and the pattern is inconsistent. I’ve tried to take note of his comings and goings, and cannot associate them with any particular day or time.

Thinking his appearance might have something to do with the activity I’m undertaking that particular day, I’ve kept a journal. So far, there’s no correlation between my activities and his.

Recently he is showing up less frequently, and I miss him in a way. When he did ride with me, I’d talk to him and tell him about my day. Passing motorists must have thought I was nuts talking to myself, but I feel rather smug knowing I have a kindly man riding in my car, puffing contentedly on his pipe, and enjoying the scenery as we travel down the road.