I was reading an article last night about the tv show Ghost Hunters. It aired on the Sy-fy channel for 11 seasons. I first saw the show in 2004, I was thinking it was shortly after I came home from Iraq, but the first episode aired October 6 and I came home in May. But I do remember not being able to sleep and it was late. I started flipping through the channels and stumbled across this show. At the time they were investigating people’s homes and trying to help the family. Was the home haunted, was something else going on, or was it the plumbing? They had an off duty police officer with them, a demonologist, a psychic and other members of the team. I’m not sure when they got away from all of that or if those members left the team for other reasons. The episode I watched was when Grant was sitting up in the attic of a lighthouse (I had to look at which episode it was Season 1 Episode 4 Race Rock Lighthouse) he had sat in the chair for only a few minutes (it may have been longer but had been edited out) and when he went to leave the video camera caught the chair he had been sitting on move on its own a few minutes after he left the room- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOz4EpJykjM
In the video link from YouTube the person was debunking this episode. It showed what the camera caught and then the other footage- the extended footage. Was it fake? I have no idea. I would like to think that it was not. I started watching this show because of that one episode. I liked that they were going into the homes of people who wanted help and needed to find out if something was going on. In the end it felt like they got away from the reason they started investigating.
There was an interview done with the case manager Donna (who left the show) and she admitted to staging being done before the team investigated. That was done to make for interesting television and to keep their ratings and viewers. That interview is on the internet and easy to find. Jason and Grant got into ghost hunting for good reasons- they both had experiences they could not explain and wanted to understand what happened. Then comes the tv show and “things happen”. They all became celebrities overnight and their show had a few spin offs that didn’t do as well as the original but were entertaining. Did they sell themselves for a buck and their 15 minutes? All signs point to yes. But there must have been some things that were caught on film and audio that were legit.
I was asked by one of my co-workers if I could knowingly fake evidence for the sake of money. He said 5 million dollars, could I do it. Honestly? No. Integrity is doing the right thing when no one is looking. Could faking evidence get me where I want to go? I think it could but it would also mean lying about something I love doing. I want to help people and the best way to do that is to start small and keep my integrity intact.
Who hasn’t watched the movie Ghost with Whoopi Goldberg’s character Oda Mae as the medium who did not know she had true power to hear spirits? That was until Patrick Swayze’s character Sam (in ghost form) showed up at her parlor. She did not use a Ouija board but was trying to channel ghosts (scamming them is more accurate) and was getting paid for her work. This movie was very simple. If you had unfinished business and did not go to the light- you stayed behind. If you died and was bad and by bad I mean a murderer and such you were pulled to hell by shadows. Maybe I should have added a spoiler alert at the beginning of this. However, if you were good you went to heaven. Simple. To the point. Good movie.
Not everything is so black and white. I have some questions. Let’s first look at something not mentioned in this film because it had no place in what was happening but I did bring it up before and that is the Ouija board. If you’re up late and can’t sleep I recommend watching The Exorcist. I’m kidding. It is not a bed time film. In the film *Spoiler alert* the little girl Regan finds a Ouija board in her house and starts playing with it by herself. Yes my friends. Herself. In those encounters she befriends something call Captain Howdy. Creepy.
This film came out in 1973 and I want to point out that the little doll the priest finds in Iraq was of a demon, I did not realize that when watching it and I hadn’t read the book at that point. Even now I am trying to remember if I’ve read the book. But I am learning new things every single day.
The Ouija board was introduced to the patent office in 1890 and the owners began advertising in February 1891. This toy was made not to open portals to other worlds but to rake in the cash. Some people (me being one of them) do not look at this device as a toy. It was believed to be and marketed as a toy and it was purchased by Parker Brothers during the Vietnam war and continues to be sold as a novelty. However, do we only think this because of the movie the Exorcist? This was the first piece of pop culture to show it in a negative way and that demons are waiting on the other side to be let in through a piece of cardboard and an open mind.
In the Smithsonian article I have been referencing all of this is discussed.
How did this board get its name you may be wondering- or not. The board gave a medium the name. Let me repeat that- THE BOARD GAVE THE MEDIUM THE NAME. Sorry for yelling. And it is supposed to mean “Good luck”. Good luck with what? Talking to a ghost, a demon, not being possessed by the end of the night?
Is there any real truth to using this board to communicate with the dead? No one knows 100% but there are places open to the public for ghost hunting that do not allow them on the premises. The article does state that people may be unconsciously moving the planchette themselves. This is why it moves and it goes where we want it to go this is the psychological component to this game. Questions are asked and answered by the same people. Interesting thought.
I won’t touch one with a ten foot pole and do not recommend using it at all. There are things in our existence and on our earthly plane that cannot be explained. I remember a conversation with my mom once where she said there are things around us all of the time. Demons that would make our hair turn white if we saw them and I believe her. Comments and questions are welcome. I will be giving away a t-shirt to someone (at random) that leaves a comment.
A week ago I sat down to write. I did not actually write anything but I have been doing some reflection on the investigation we had taken part in on the 5th and 6th of May. We (Sabrina, her mom and myself) participated in a public investigation and we paid $75 per person. This included the tour, investigating in a group (at first), a snack (which was nice since I was really hungry come midnight), time to investigate the place after snack time, and having a chance to ask questions to the host team. The team who had put this on was Paranormal Task Force. Really nice people and money raised was helping to preserve the Pythian Castle in Springfield, MO- which is where we investigated.
I did not mind spending the money because I know it went to a good cause. Preservation of historical places is important to our history and all history tells a story, even if it is haunted or not.
We had witnessed a ball rolling a few inches on its own. This happened twice and two hours apart. That was fun. I'm still trying to enlist help listening to the audio but that will get done.
I learned it takes a whole team to get things set up, talking about what we should be doing, have a plan going in, not be afraid to ask questions, fail, ask more questions and have fun. Will we always catch anything during an investigation? If the answer to that was yes then someone is doing something wrong. Not every place is haunted and even the ones that are may not have activity all of the time.
I also learned that I really want to up grade my equipment and get a few more items. The struggle is real! Everything is cash or credit. And I do not have a disposable income. What we do is not free. Everything has a price and that price can include time with family, being gone from work, lodging when traveling, food, equipment replacement due to failure or neglect.. the price of doing this goes on and on. What are the rewards? Doing something I love. Hanging out with really cool people and meeting people who have had experiences they cannot explain. Listening to someone tell their story is worth it when others have not believed what was said. My job is not to judge. It is to listen and help. It is to give support. Am I crazy to want to continue doing a job that costs me money, has no real return on my investment, keeps me up late, and questions my sanity? No. I'm not crazy. I am doing what I love. I am a paranormal investigator.
Shadow People. I use the word people loosely. This is one area that is up for debate because no one knows what they really are and where they come from. There are reports of them being around and "documented" for thousands of years.
Some believe they are time travelers, they can move through dimensions, or people moving around in astral projection, or they are Djinn. Still others believe they are spirits or other types of entities. Right there we have- 5 different theories!
I forgot extraterrestrials (E.T.).
Why am I bringing all of this up? On Sunday evening I was sitting up in bed doing my homework and kept seeing something moving in the door way out of the corner of my left eye. Stephanie (not my teammate Steph) has said she had seen something moving too, watching us. I have no reason to doubt what she told me because I was seeing something too.
I have no idea what I was seeing or what she was seeing on Sunday evening- or what she had seen after we moved in to the house last July. That's a whole other story!
If you have a shadow person story let me know in the comments!
Last week I wrote about EMF detectors and my thoughts on how they work. Not only my thoughts but it was also backed up by science. I like science because they give facts. The next thing I want to write about is smudging.
Smudging is not a new age thing but a tradition that had been used by natives from the North American continent- this goes up into Canada as well. White sage is often used in conjunction with sweet grass to help purify an area. Some believe the smoke from the sage (mixed with other herbs) can bless a person or object- depending on the desired effect.
This is not a how to guide but more of a discussion on why people believe this works.
My own goal is not to get rid of a spirit or ghost but to investigate why they are there and document evidence of their presence. I am also not trying to get anything to "cross over" that is also not in my objective. I have read through scientific journals looking for documented benefits of burning sage and the only things I could find are that it is used as an air purifier. *reference below* Unfortunately the only part of the article available is the abstract and paying $35 for the complete article is not happening today.
If you are wanting a positive vibe before moving into a home this could be for you. I have not heard positive results on using smudging to rid oneself or home of spirits- good or bad. If you've had luck let us know in the comments.
I just read this article on smudging and it made a lot of sense! In the article- that I will provide a link to- the author suggested that smudging does not get rid of spirits (I agree with that) but it can cleans the home of negative energy. So, if you have had a lot of negative experiences but not paranormal- this may be something that helps add the positive energy flow and it is up to your own beliefs to make that happen. Click HERE for the link.
I was reading about EMF (electromagnetic fields) and how they can be produced through natural and man-made means. From the World Health Organization website it states that electric fields are created by differences in voltage and magnetic fields are created when electricity flows. Natural EMF can come from build up of electric charges in the atmosphere before a thunderstorm. Man-made is anything we have come up with! Electrical outlets always carry some amount of EMF.
There are extremely low frequency (ELF) fields that have a large variance in frequency ranges with intermediate frequency (IF) from 300Hz to 10 MHz and radio frequency (RF) fields that range form 10 MHz to 300 GHz.
The part that I find interesting is the ELF fields and the sources of IF that are found in radio, television, radar and cell phone antennas.
What does this mean for ghost hunting? That means cell phones (and walkie talkies) on all investigations should be off, put in airplane mode, or are not on a person who is using an EMF detector. There should be no electricity flowing in a room- lights off and anything that runs off of electricity (not battery operated) should also be off. Base line readings should be taken when entering a room. Everything we do is based on best guess. There is no 100% tried and true method or piece of equipment that can be said to find paranormal activity.
I do not always reach for the EMF detector because I know there can be interference. The same goes with using a spirit box- I will not ever use one in an investigation because it uses radio frequency (white noise) to potentially hear something other worldly. It's basically listening to a radio waiting to hear something. Of course you'll hear something there are all kinds of radio frequencies being used! While that is my opinion alone- other members of the team have their own ideas and theories- I stand by my decision on not using a spirit box. Guidelines are in place for using an EMF detector.
I added an event page to the website today. Not that we have a lot going on. I really want something to happen where I can do this full time or do more of it. I have an idea that I have been working on- not only with my niece but something to get a paranormal-ish presence in Bentonville. I think it could work on Friday and Saturday nights. It'll take some time but I will update on it IF I can get it to go.
It has been a while since I have written anything! Not much has been going on since I started writing. I opened a zazzle store to help bring in some revenue for travel to places. So far, so meh. That's ok though.
My niece has been writing her little heart away getting her thoughts and experiences down on paper. We have a project in the works and will update on that as it we really get it going.
I know we would like to do an investigation or two but we are such a new team- in the world of ghost hunting we are- and it is hard to find places. I've mentioned that before and it is still true.
My niece graciously wrote some memories down from their time in the Blue House in Clinton, IA, the story gives the street name but we won't give the address. Here is her story:
I have had crazy paranormal experiences for as long as I can remember. I would like to blame it on my large family always growing, always fighting; energy balled up in old houses. Seven young children, two young parents, and a religious grandmother all on top of one another trying to make a house hold run as smoothly as possible. Both of my parents, my grandparents, aunts and uncles (on both sides) have had multiple paranormal experiences. Though I feel like most of my family's experiences were environmental, something attached to the old Victorian homes we lived in, something in the land; I believe through blood, hauntings can continue.
Through constant exposure to paranormal experiences, entities, and haunted environments I believe this caused myself, and my brother to be more sensitive to energies. We hated moving constantly (due to a fast growing family) not only because our environment was not constant (no matter how hard our parents tried to keep us comfortable despite always moving) but because every house we went to, it seemed there was something worse in the "new house" than the last. We were not the only ones to notice this... My parents and grandmother said with every move there would be more riled up energy. More things would move, be thrown, fly off the walls, be hidden ect. I have considered maybe it wasn't the houses that were haunted but we were. I have also thought maybe with every move we would drag things with us that attached itself to our items or our energy.
Though every house we moved to was terrifying, I only have select situations that really stick out. As hard as it is to believe, when all you have known is hauntings, the experiences become less prominent and more of an every day routine. Almost nothing stands out anymore, you learn to deal with the cards you were dealt.
My parents always felt like "The Pink House" (yes, our house was pink) was the worst house we lived in, but the houses after that stood out to me.
"Blue House on Dunham" was so terrifying to be I refused to step a foot in that house after we finally moved our last box out...
The layout of the house was very unique, mine and my sisters room was in a loft in the upstairs, my grandmother had a separate room just off of ours. I would sleep in her room regularly as my bed would always shake, and if my bed wasn't shaking, I was paralyzed unable to move anything but my eyes watching energy (I describe it as like a bubble under water, you can see the outline but you can see through it)... I remember at 13 trying to lay down to read and I was overwhelmed with this sense of despair.. A sense of hopelessness. It was so strong I actually started to cry. My first though was 'Omg if this is puberty', until I put down my book and say this black mass sitting at the end of my bed. I was in shock. I couldn't scream. I couldn't tell it "Get out in the name of Jesus" like my Grandmother told me to. It felt like and eternity before I could blink, but when I did it was gone though the dent at the end of my bed was still there. I jumped from my bed and ran down the stairs as fast as possible, it felt like if I didn't get down the stairs fast enough something horrible was going to happen. The feeling of someone right on your tail about to catch you, the heart pounding sensation of pure terror. I dreaded going up the stairs to that loft... I tried to always look down as once I made the mistake of looking up the rail to where the banister stood and saw a pale boy (like white, white skin) with black eyes and a black bowl-cut, expressionless and looking at me. It ran toward my side of the loft, needless to say I didn't sleep in my room that night.
Funny enough, I dreaded one place worse than I did the loft: The Basement.
The basement, try as my dad did, would never be the family's hang out. He made a bar, put a Foosball machine down there, we even had a walk in shower down there! Like a locker room! We still had very young kids and it was very easy for mom to shower the younger kids down there together, that is until we couldn't stand the smell. It was like each day the whole basement just stunk worse, and it wasn't long until the air was thick. Cut a knife through it thick. We had our laundry room down there and 3 of the 4 boys had a room down in the basement. I give them props because they stuck it out, even with the smell of the shower room. The basement was laid out with the stairs coming down right into the bar and game area, facing the stairs the laundry room was to the right, farther back was a storage area. To the left it went behind the stairs to the shower room, but if you kept going left into the room beside the bar it was the boy's room.
Coming down the stairs was an experience in itself, felt like someone was going to grab your legs and trip you down the stairs, and on a few occasions this happened. My Grandmother had the most experiences in the basement (as far as I know, the boys won't really talk about what happened there). She was our second mom, while my parents worked full time jobs my Gran would make sure we had our clean clothes, the house was tidy, my baby siblings were taken care of while my parents busted butt to make sure the bills were paid and we had food in our stomachs. One day while my Grandmother was doing laundry she started to hear a ball rolling across the Foosball table. When she turned around she seen a few of the "players" starting to move. And in Grandma's nature, she told it to stop with a stern voice, shockingly it just stopped. (See why I bunked up with her?) Though no matter how many times she told it to quit and it did, it took every chance it had to annoy my grandmother. After the smell of rotting eggs and seeing a black cat (we had a bird and a fat lazy dog, no way we had cats) and the sounds of running up and down the stairs, the black shadows hiding everywhere in the house, and even "orbs" jumping around everywhere my Gran could no longer just tell it to stop and have it continue another day. She told my parents we are getting our pastor to bless this house. It didn't go well... After being in the basement he refused and left.
Every day that passed our homes uninvited guest(s?) started to be come more restless, as if that were possible. One move in particular that was bold of this thing was to go after my brother, and second oldest. The other person deemed "sensitive". My brother is hard-headed, he tried to ignore the things he seen and heard. He would always tell himself, oh it's the house settling, must be the little ones running upstairs; until one day he went to go upstairs to the main floor, but as he almost reached the stairs a toothbrush was thrown at his leg. He was the only one down there, he didn't step on it, he didn't even know they had a tooth brush was down there (as the only bathroom anyone used anymore was on the main floor). After running upstairs and telling my parents and tried as they did to justify what happened there was no explanation. This was a big deal for my brother because it wasn't something he could explain away or ignore.
Unfortunately that wasn't the only brother scared out of his wits by inexplicable beings. The 3rd youngest boy, Payton. Growing up with 2 older sisters, 2 older brothers, and being a big brother of 2 other siblings, being scared was not an option. Even at his young age. He seen his older siblings handle what was happening, it wasn't long before he had learned to ignore what was going on too. In the same place my brother Devon had the toothbrush thrown at him, Payton ran down to the basement for a shirt for school. He knew you go down and you go back up you don't linger. But he was down just long enough for the same creepy little boy I had seen upstairs to look at him from behind the stairs. He explained it to me to the exact detail. I never told anyone but my Gran what happened, and it's a fact she would never tell one of the younger siblings. On top of that this happened MONTHS later. He said he looked glaring at him and his eyes were black as black. Terrified he jumped the first three stairs and hurled himself out of the basement and slammed and locked the door.
My sister, the third oldest that I shared my loft with was always very hesitant, like my brother, she always tried to explain away things so she wouldn't scare herself. She followed my brother's excuses for the ridiculous things going on (which were originally my parents excuses to try not to scare us, which they now admit they were trying to keep us calm. They knew what was happening). Until one night, we were laying down for bed, I was gonna be a big girl and sleep in my bed for the first time in weeks, protected by my Edward Cullen poster my Aunt Tracy got me. Until I started to hear a low growl under my bed. I instantly went to her bed when it started to shake. (Nothing happened to her in her bed, it was her safe place) She was convinced I was shaking it until I got out of it and it continued to rattle. Needless to say we slept with Grandma that night. Our Hero.
One night in particular was the weirdest night of our life. To this day we look back on it and we still cannot explain it. It's split up into multiple parts to tell everyone's experiences we were having at the same time in the same night.
*Gran: She woke up from her sleep, for no reason to see a huge white light. It was a full moon that night when she seen something going across it. She explains it like "Santa and his reindeer going across the moon". She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She hopped out of bed toward the front of the loft, by the stairs to see it out of the big bay window but there was nothing. It was gone.
*Myself and my mother: My mom had just gotten home from her shift (1am), sitting by the open sliding door reading a book; I came down for a drink and met her in the kitchen (coming from Gran's room oblivious as to what was happening). While I went to get a drink we heard the sound of bare feet running across the roof. My mother looked confused and went out to the deck, I followed. To our surprise there was nothing. Not even squirrels, even though we knew they were NOT any kind of animal. They were feet. Heavy, bare feet. RUNNING. It wasn't but a moment when we heard screams coming from the little one's room (2 youngest). We ran to go see if they were okay.
*Abigail and Hayden: The two youngest of the seven. They were innocent and unaware of anything happening to myself, my mother, or grandmother. When me and my mom came rushing to their room they were both screaming and crying. Abigail, the youngest was crying saying she seen "monkeys" crawling on the walls. Hayden, just older than her, was crying we assume because Abigail was so loud her scream scared him out of his sleep. Abigail for a long while could not get to sleep, scared that the monkeys would be back to get her. I don't think she seen monkeys, I think that was the closest thing she could describe them as...
This is not even close to all of the experiences that happened in this hell hole. 5 years of abuse happened here, but not by my parents or grandmother. By the disgusting creature or creatures I believe still roam that house. 5 years of "tripping down stairs", waking up to burning scratches and bite marks, growling, hissing, being held down in beds and couches, slamming doors, doors locking on us, things coming up missing or being toyed with and so, so much more.
We know a family who has lived in the house since. The activity still continues and the same intensity as we left.
Our neighbors in the next house passed in a fire just a couple years after we left. Rest in Peace Tonya, Fran, Tyler, and Patrick. You are dearly missed.
**UPDATE** - I have since spoken to my brother (2nd oldest) about his experiences in "the blue house" and this was his quote...
"I didn't sleep in my room the first night, and things didn't really start for me until about a year after living there and sleeping in my room full time. It started with scratching on the sheet rock, hands brushing over the top of my blanket while I tried to sleep. When the activity picked up it went to the sounds of bare feet slapping on the basement floor all night long. The steps would even follow me up the stairs... Then there was that damn toothbrush being thrown at me! Horrible dreams every night, weird black mists by the bar, back under the stairs, and toward the dining room by the sewage drain. Then there was that creepy damn kid I kept seeing in the basement"...(where his room was. This was first he said about the kid to my knowledge. Until this I was under the impression it was only me and Payton who had seen this thing). "I remember having horrible dreams... I hated when bed time came! A couple times I seen lights coming from the basement drains."
This brought up another memory I had one night when our cousin was spending the night. He was freaking out because he was seeing black little balls darting toward the basement. I didn't say what I seen, but when he asked if I seen what he did, then proceeded to explain exactly what I saw. My mind was not playing with me. The anxiety wasn't getting to me. It was real.
There are other events that happen in this world that we can't explain that have nothing to do with ghosts! I went to Roswell in September 2015 to check things out and take a few days to explore. I went to the International UFO Museum and it was really neat looking at the evidence from the spaceship crash. I highly recommend anyone who is interested in this to go there and check out what they have. I also recommend talking to the locals who love to tell stories.
It is day two of blogging. No one commented on yesterday- which is ok. I have come to the realization that I do not need validation from others about my blogging or any experiences that I have had (as little as they are) about the paranormal. My teammate Steph will be doing a little blogging on this site too. I am not sure when she will get that going but it is ready for words.
I have done some ghost hunting where I work- which is an old hospital in Bentonville. I was going over some video yesterday from an investigation I had done with clients (which I can't post because of privacy concerns and HIPAA) but there were orbs everywhere in the video! I usually chalk a lot of that up to dust. But they gave off their own light and and moved around like they had a purpose. Plus I made sure the ventilation system was not on in my office area. That was one video I wish I could have posted.
Speaking of orbs. Does anyone have orb experiences they would like to share? Let me know in the comments!
I went on my first unofficial ghost hunt in Iowa it must have been in 2009/2010. My niece was experiencing some things happening in her bedroom and I said I would stay the night. Nothing happened. It wasn't for my lack of trying it seems things that go bump in the night take a night off sometimes. I do not doubt what my niece and my family have experienced. It's just that I have not ever experienced anything like they have. My family members are the ones who should be writing blogs and telling their stories. I guess I am a little jealous because my experiences with the paranormal have been more normal than paranormal.
I could write about the house I grew up in where all of my family member (except me) had experienced something they could not explain. But those stories are second hand and I do not really know all of the details.
What I do now as an expensive hobby :) is investigate claims of paranormal events. When I tell people I am a ghost hunter someone always has a story to share or a story from someone they know. I love hearing stories. I would also love to hear from people who want to share their experiences in Northwest Arkansas. And other places because life is not all about Arkansas.