Dr. Vittoria Warren's Questionnaire

  After seeing many things that have made me believe that the paranormal exists it was hard to nail down a place to lay down roots. My husband (who has passed) and I have been investigating various sights that have had "ghost" sightings. After his passing I've been trying to find proof that he's still with us, in some fashion. Greg was a historian so he was always the one who decided where we investigated. He always had a fascination with Gettysburg, PA and it's famous ghost stories. Because of this I decided to move there. I found a nice three bedroom cottage on the edge of the city limits. It's more than I need, but it allows me close access to the parks so I can continue my research to investigate the ghost stories and hope that I find information that there is life beyond death.

   Unfortunately, trying to find the existence of an afterlife doesn't really pay the bills. I've had to fall back to what I went to school for. I have a small psychiatry practice. In a small town such as this I know I won't get rich, but I make enough to get by. Most of my income goes to paying the bills, what disposable income I have typically gets spent on buying new or replacing equipment for my research. Unfortunately, living in such a small community doesn't provide me with an excess of funds so I have to keep my investigating small for the time being.

  I have two overriding ambitions. My first is to help people, that's why I became a doctor. The second is to find evidence that some sort of afterlife exists. This was a stronger ambition for my late husband, Greg. He was a historian and became extremely interested in the paranormal after completing a college research paper on the history of the Battle of Gettysburg. There are almost as many ghost stories from that town as of historical significance, many tied together. Shortly after we started dating he was able to convince me to participate in his investigations. I admit, after a few excursions I became fascinated as well. It has become almost an obsession after Greg died a few years ago. i would never allow my interests to harm anyone. I swore an oath to do no harm, and I have no intention of breaking it.

   If I would've been asked asked that question ten years ago it would've been getting my doctorate in psychology. Now it would be the death of my husband, Greg. We met in graduate school. He was studying history while I studied medicine. For his doctorial thesis he was researching ghost stories and how the history of a place influenced them. It became an obsession for him, one that he passed onto me. After we graduated we travelled all over the US chasing stories and ghosts trying to prove they existed. When he was killed three years ago it caused my interest to become a near obsession to prove that was right and there is life after death.

   I've known a lot of people in my life, many that I grew close to. Obviously my late husband would be the top of the list but I feel you're asking about the ones that are still with us. 

   1. Caterina Adamma, my mother. Even though she still lives in Alberobello, Italy (my hometown) I talk to her at least once a week. As an only child we were always close. She was my best friend growing up and never argued with my choice to come to the states to study medicine. 

   2. Dr. Alana Graham, my best friend. She was my roommate in college. She went into general medicine while I specialized in psychology. She moved to New York City after graduation and we still visit each other and talk often. She was my rock after Greg died. She recently got married and has a baby on the way.

   3. Jack Pence, one of my newer friends. He's a park ranger here in Gettysburg. We met during some of my "ghost hunting" excursions. Even though the parks close at night, he always looks the way for me. He's a nice guy in his mid-twenties and my only real friend in town.

   I'm an only child so I feel I was treated rather well by my parents. My mother, Caterina, was very loving while my father, Vincenzo, always seemed to busy with work. Papa treated me well but seemed distant. Mama radiated love. She spent all of her free time with me, we were more like friends than mother and daughter. There wasn't anything I couldn't share with her. I did attend public school, up until what you Americans would call high school. I would say that my school experience would be considered average. I had some friends, got picked on by others. I was very studious in my course work. I excelled in most of my classes. After finishing my education I thought about where I wanted to take my higher education. I felt psychology was my path. Maybe to mend the problems with Papa. But I wanted to see the world too. I decided that I wanted to study in America. And so I did.

   Yes! When I moved to the United States for college I never imagined that I would find the love of my life. I was in my first year of my doctorate program when I met Greg Warren. He was also studying for his doctorate in history. He was a friend of my roommate Alana's boyfriend. We met and the rest is history. We dated through school, but once we graduated we got married. I was doing my residency and he spent his time studying ghost stories. We were very happy together. He would drag me along on his ghost hunts which eventually I started to enjoy as well. When Greg died in a car accident a couple years ago, it devastated me. Thanks to Alana I was able to push through. I still miss him dearly, and am determined to continue his search for an afterlife.