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Faced with the tough decision of either deleting all the
House Investigations, or scaling back the coverage to just the text, dropping the matrix photos and tough to make out EVP's.
I decided to leave the text and save the other evidence and have them all personally archived for future reference.
Item:
October 8, 2005
First Paranormal Investigation:
The large 3 story house on Main St. sets back from the road, With large houses on either side.
We trudged through the 7+ inches of rain that had fallen and was falling, into the side door. We were led through the
kitchen to the back room, and staircase, where most of the apparitions had been seen. An older woman, in old fashioned
dress and hairstyle had been seen several times at the bottom of the stairs, looking into the adjoining TV room, as if to
ask, "what are you doing in my house?" The family cat had also witnessed several apparitions on and about the staircase,
but she was unavailable for comment. My co-investigator quickly gave me the high sign, agreed upon hand signal, that
yes, she could sense a presence and even more then one.
My exuberation quickly took hold of my better judgement, and I quickly passed her the digital recorder,
and I quickly unpacked and set up my camera. Almost dropping the brand new addition in the process. But in retrospect,
the camera did seem to be almost knocked out of my hand.
As she evp swept the side room, and closet under the stairs and stairs themselves, I moved to snap
some shots of the staircase. When I had turned on the camera, the batteries had been fully charged and shown so on the
recorder. After the 4th snapshot, the batteries showed flat, completely depleted.
I rushed to replace them, with my second batch of spare batteries and by that time, my co-investigator
was showing a reluctance to go upstairs.
I was in full court press by then, and could feel we could have a winner, if I could just keep the
electronics going. My co-investigator, had to be almost carried upstairs, with me not noticing that she herself was
quickly becoming drained, fatigued, life-sucked, whatever you want to call it.
She protested the second floor was full of spirits and 2 she knew of, were the children that she
hadn't mentioned to me before, that she had found in the research of the house.
I continued to snap photos, a race against time, because the batteries quickly drained again.
At the time, I wasn't aware of how much my co-investigator was getting as far as the non-electronic investigation. We
quickly made our way back down through the house, and after polite conversation, we left. Almost
like we were fleeing the scene of a crime.
When I plugged the digital recorder in, to go over the data, the first floor sweep hadn't recorded.
At the time, I had verified the recorder was going, It was also going when my co-investigator handed it back, At some
point early in the first seconds of the recording, the always reliable recorder had failed to record anything.
All of the photos taken were worthless, so all we got was the none accountable proof, In watching
TAPS and shows like that, they've been going all season and barely got any proof, so I wasn't to discouraged. My co-investigator
swore she'd never go again, Which I knew meant, she would be ready to go by next Saturday. Turned out I was right.
It took a week to cool down from the first investigation. Once I settled down, I listened to
the recordings again, deleting everything that I knew was a voice. These next 3 are what I came up with. I don't
like to come right out and say what I think they are saying, as to not sway the listener's views. Needless to say the
first one isn't really the ghost of a bullfrog in the house by the closet.
Item: House 4
Date: January 28, 2006
Location: Earth
The fourth house expedition, a long time coming, went as smooth as I could have hoped, with
the occasional bump in the road, along the way. After the pleasant introductions were made, and several stories
of the countless sightings, sounds and even mention of a photo of a ghost boy, we were shown the 3rd floor.
As we were shown the first of several unfurnished 3rd floor rooms, I stood at the top of the
stairs, while my co-investigator did a walkthrough. From the stairwell we had just climbed up, the door at the bottom
of the stairs slammed shut. Scaring at least 3 of my 9 lives with it. My co-investigator after refusing to investigate
the 3rd floor, for reasons unknown to me, at the time, quickly retreated back the way she had come. She had sensed that
spirits of this floor were not welcoming us, as much as we'd have liked. Leaving me with a puzzled look on my face,
and recorder in one hand and camera in the other.
I proceeded to alternate evp's with photos. Having just discovered the famous spiral
staircase Greenwich Ghost photo, I concentrated a little to much on the 4 staircases. in the building.
After about 20 1 minute evp recordings, and 35 or so photos, I moved down to the second floor.
Moving from room to room, I again alternated evp sweeps with photos, and videos. A vase of imitation roses, as I passed
through one door and closed it behind me, lost a rose. On the way back, I found it as I swung the door open, and it
lay centered in the doorway. Where it had been knocked or fallen. Instead of taking a quick pic, like I should
have, I sub-consciously picked it back up and replaced it. I was looking for a sign, could this have been it?
I continued moving from room to room and snapped the above pic, in the weight lifting room
of the second well furnished and lived in floor. Relying on the ability of my co-investigator to get the good evp's
I quickly went and met up with her and sent her to the second floor, for her own sweeps. While I made a quick check
of the basement.
When we met back up again in the dining area, my co-investigator and I both heard what sounded
like someone moving around back up on the second floor. We quickly scurried back up, and tried to find where the noise
had come from.
At which point, I somehow managed to talk her back into trying the 3rd floor. Not realizing
that she had her sneakers on, and she put them to good use. A normal sweep of the area, had taken me about a half hour,
she finished it in under 30 seconds. Although she did get some positive impressions from the stairwell, that had already
taken 3 of my lives and most of my photos.
After about a hour and a half of solid investigating, we were told more background stories
on the happenings. Also we were informed that a tv paranormal team had been intending to send their 10 man team
up Feb '05 to investigate, but never arrived. Now out of consideration for the group I won't mention their name or the
scifi channel (oops) their show is on. Thankfully leaving the door open for me and not slamming it shut (I still shiver)
Paranormal Investigation: Lost Cemeteries
Location:North of Prospect, South of Winterport
Date:November 18, 2006
We had been disgusted with the condition of one of our own local cemeteries.
Sure it was from the 1800's. Sure it was a family plot. But still, when most of the stones are down, and being
lost to future generations in front of your very eyes it is disturbing.
This being said, of our own town, we can't point the finger at a neighboring
town. The first one, a family plot, barely kept up, with most of the stones laying flay, or propped up, was nothing
compared to the corner cemetery we saw on the way into this remote location.
The first one, had some interesting matrix forms, trees with full bodies,
not to awful much on the EVP front. We did try a double concentration, at which point we both saw a little girl with
curly hair. I saw her in a red plaid dress, and straw hat. My co-investigator saw the same girl, with dark curls,
accompanied by an elderly woman, who both seemed to be visiting the cemetery. I had never had much luck, with the visualization
technique. Skoffed it off, to over active imaginations, fueled by a caffeine drip. So when it happens to you,
you have to do a little rethinking.
One of the current theories, in order for a spirit to manifest, they
have to receive energy from someplace. If they don't drain your batteries, they might drain something else. In
both are cases, we instantly started in with headaches. Mine felt like a knitting needle being driven through my forehead,
and then my brains scrambled. To the point upon leaving, that I wasn't sure which side of the road to drive on, and
yes instead of a steering wheel, I felt like I should be pulling on the reigns of a wagon.
Thankfully, I didn't have far to drive. We parked at the cemetery
we spotted on the way in. The few stones that were propped up, on logs or wood, obviously not in their original positions.
As we scurried about, uncovering carefully with hands, and feet the thick layers of fallen leaves, we found stone after stone.
I even found a huge monument, with several names from one family that must have been over 6 feet when standing.
We managed 3 good name EVP's, almost as if the spirits were helping
to identify there long unkept, and forgotten cemetery. It makes me wonder what the original family, that buried their
loved ones, in a once active community, growing from the granite, that was quarried nearby. Then as the granite industry
crashed, and families died or moved away, the cemetery is left to the ravages of time.
Regardless of family plots or not, all cemeteries should be maintained.
With fences around, and grounds kept. Not just out of respect of the people who are buried there, but also for the future
generations. Not to mention the future generations of Paranormal Investigators, I mean come on people, lets not forget
them. So sayeth the rantor.
Although an unusual dry spell in the paranormal investigation part of the web site, having
been focusing on the murder case for 2+ months, I am now back into the swing of things. I hadn't actually stopped my
weekend investigations, I had just concentrated on locations concerned with the case, which all in all came up with no paranormal
activity. Plus the one article coming out, and the one on the back burner, didn't really help my unknown status with
house owners. 3 planned have virtually dried up, not completely shelved, but not on the hopper either. Making
me a little more reluctant of doing any further publicity, TV news spots, or Travel channel interviews.
Item: Well Known Guided tour location
Location: A little North of Bucksport and a little
South of Veazie
Date: May 6, 2006
You hear of local places where guided tours are taken.
Automatically you think tourist trap, hoaxy, or fabricated. Even though, the cemetery we went to on Saturday, I can say
cemetery, because from the pics its obvious, but no names or exact locations are given. First thing as we pull
into to the multiple road, what must be 10,000 plus grave cemetery is I'm looking around for a bib, because with that
much content, there's gotta be something other then the local jogger, goth kid on a bike, roaming the grounds.
It's kinda morbid thought, looking for a bib, but this place is
more than a cemetery it's a garden cemetery, and the biggest I've ever investigated, so it's a given I was drooling.
Right off, you get the feeling that something other then the jungle
sounding birds, are watching you. That little itch at the back of the neck, the short hairs were standing up at
attention. Where we parked, you could see a little cherub, or marble child behind glass in a gravestone.
So of course I'm snapping pictures all over the place. The condensation of the glass, adds to the intense creepy factor
of the pic. Sure it's not supernatural, but it sure as hell isn't normal.
We concentrated on a stone table at the top of one of the many
hills, my co-investigator handled for the first time, the entire evp sweep, including actually pausing the recorder in between
questions, (yeah!). Leaving me to concentrate entirely on my camera, which did manage to get many shadows,
shapes, faces, ducks, squirrels, reflections on water, for me to edit and play around with.
The place could never be covered in a week straight of investigating,
so we will be going back. Thanks to this investigation I might have to finally spring for the extra 5 dollars
a month for added memory.
ITEM: RETURN TRIP TO THE CEMETERY FROM ABOVE
DATE:JUNE 17, 2006
LOCATION:STILL A LITTLE NORTH OF BUCKSPORT AND A LITTLE SOUTH OF VEAZIE
The same cemetery as above. Big enough for several trips, this was the second. Kind of a windy day, plus the birds were
screeching and wouldn’t listen to my plea’s for silence. That and add a way busy day on the highway that runs
right by the massive cemetery, and it’s a wonder I managed any EVP’s. I had kind of coaxed my co-investigator
there with promises of a stop at the bakery on the way.
Some spilt scalding hot coffee later, and we were ready to start the EVP sweeps and photo ops. I had been drawn to the
huge set of granite steps that led up a hillside, with graves up and down the hill.
My co-investigator had made a beeline to the crypts, her specialty. This one I put up on the Gravestone page, had 2 shrouded
figures, one on either side of the doorway.
I managed a few weak EVP’s and found the huge, probably 300 pound piece of Rose Quartz, also on the gravestone page,
that I had often driven by, but never seen up close. My usually pleasant but reluctant to do cemetery co-investigator was
ready to leave, and went and sat in the car while I finished up some photos.
I thought as a long stock train went by, that if spirits use background noise, to form words, then what would they do with
the loud whistling train. After cutting the sound by ¾ and trimming the huge file, down to something that wouldn’t break
the bank, I still think the offered EVP is worth the long download.. To me it sounds like several, kid’s screaming and
playing in the background of which there wasn’t any for miles. At one point towards the middle, they even sound like
they might be screaming a certain stubborn and foolhardy investigators name.
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House Investigation: Forester Ancestral Home (Grandparents
House)
Date:May 28, 2006
As always unforeseen forces have conspired to tamper with my perfect
investigative setting. It had been a lean bunch of weeks, with no House investigation in site. So I got the bright
idea to do my grandparent's house, and now a favorite aunt's house. In between, letting her foot high lawn dry out enough
for me to mow, with a rickety old mower 6 years past it's prime.
The time table was perfect. Her husband had to leave the house,
and do some chores, leaving her alone in the house, to nap. While leaving me almost perfect evp sweep conditions.
That is until the monkey wrench that is my father, took it upon himself to insist on running the weed wacker. Not only
insisting, but making me start it for him, adding salt to the wound. My protesting went unheard, my cries, for silence
went unanswered.
The clock was ticking, either wait for sparky to get done weed wacking,
of which I had the foresight to short the gas tank to a 1/3, or go in and lay some ground work, take some action photos, and
maybe an evp on the opposite side of the house, away from the winding engine of the wacker.
Unfortunately, upon gaining the almost pitch black stairs, and second
floor, the weed-wacker could be heard from almost every room. The first attempt at the attic, up non-lit rickety stairs,
left me wondering if Dad was actually climbing up the side of the house, and wacking the moss off the shingles. That
and the fact that I had opted to travel light, and leave my double barreled headlight at home. Quickly made me retreat
from the attic, and take uneventful photos, until after about a half hour, the fuel supply finally let out, on the dreaded
weed wacker.
I had been left a little discouraged at the good prospects of the attic.
Standing in the doorway, that led up the rickety stairs, contemplating whether or not to climb or give up, a box fell, stored
up in the attic.
Not a shift of the well packed attic, but an actual fall of a box,
hard enough to make it's presence known. I hadn't left the stairs on the first attempt. I hadn't disturbed anything
in anyway, to cause such a commotion. So either a rather large squirrel/rat/mouse was mad at my interruption, or something
was up there.
So now I stood at the bottom of the stairs with a different question
to ponder. Either make a run for it, or saddle up, and head up to see what was waiting for me in the attic.
I wasn't there picking daisy's, so I lowered my head, turned
the recorder on, and held the camera at the ready, and moved up into the darkness. Well I stood perfectly still on the
stairs, I got the first clear woman's name, in a woman's voice, using the background noise from passing traffic, muffled by
wood and shingle.
While I stood there peeking up into the darkness towards the back window
and the only light source. A stored space heater directly at eye level and some 2 feet or so from the stairs suddenly
made a metallic snapping noise. Almost as if something had taken a finger and flicked it hard with a fingernail.
I little intimidating, since it was directly at eye level.
Some new rules to ponder, while investigating, never start the weed
wacker for your father, wait until after the investigation. Always bring your headlight, even in broad daylight,
there is always dark places that need lighting. Always leave 5 minutes or less of gas in the weed wacker, if you
plan on doing and evp sweeps.
When I jokingly confronted Dad about the weed wacker contamination,
he smirkingly denied that he was actually the one. Blaming it on past weed wackers. I thanked him for sandbagging
me and moved on.
PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION
LOCATION: HANCOCK COUNTY
DATE: FALL 2006
Still not fully recovered from the Labor Day Investigation (cough) I mean Picnic. To say I was still licking my wounds
wouldn’t be a stretch of the imagination, when this often discussed opportunity to do a house investigation, presented
itself to me.
A house, that had a history, for my Co-Investigator, so she was somewhere that was else. After my several attempts to corner
her and reel her in, she may not have gotten her feet wet, but she still got her fair share of the behind the scenes work,
research, editing, history. She scurried around beating the bushes, to see if there was a young girl that might
have died in the house, to back up the photos. After coming up empty handed, she was quickly befuddled by my, "maybe
it was a servants daughter?" Servants quarters, mansion, makes sense.
My Co-Investigator a confessed and often dunked Ipswich Witch, had been to the house before, and would rather fall on her
own sword then admit to actually feeling any presence. So there was absolutely no reason for me to even attempt an investigation,
purely a waste of my time.
All the more reason for me to find something and show my strengths, not having much luck with visual sightings, I’m
told I rely to much on my tech geek attributes.
The moment I turned on the camera, I had a feeling, about the hallway, the hallway that I took 10 different photos from
the same spot throughout the investigation. The same hallway that led to a bedroom where I left one of my 2 recorders going
for 10 minutes. The other was in another bedroom, about 20 feet from Recorder 1.
I go into detail on the placement of the recorders, because I caught a loud, excited voice, that spoke so rapidly, not
one word can be understood. That is forward, of course. But when played in reverse words can be clearly heard.
I along with the owner had been walking through the upstairs, which although hardwood floors in every room, made for some
pretty quiet EVP sweeping.
When editing one of the 2 10 minute sweeps, we could clearly but very lowly be heard talking in the background. The shocking
scream of an EVP was made over our low voices.
I also managed to pick it up on the second recorder, lower, but still clear. The reverse words also have a slightly different
phrase. Still pretty much the same meaning, but almost in a different voice.
The Photo, the last of the hallway photos, was taken from the stairwell, overlooking the hallway. When I found it, I yelled,
"that's what I'm talking about." Is the house haunted? I’ll let you decide.
Any lack of investigative report or photo layouts of the house, was intentionally left out, in respect of the clients
wishes to remain anonymous. So I couldn't put her actual address which is 1060 West Addison, Chicago IL.
Paranormal Investigation: Return trip
Location: Same as above
Date: October 29, 2006
When I get a successful investigation, I automatically want a return trip. To cover
areas, missed the first time, to get better controlled conditions then the first time, and so on and so forth.
My Co-investigator after seeing the full body free floating apparition photo, decided
that maybe she wouldn't mind saddling up for the second attempt at tripping the light fantastic.
The day was almost perfect except for the 50 mile hour wind gusts. The house creaked
and moaned several dozen times, that I had to attribute to the wind, and not my before breakfast stomach growling.
I started in the attic, a place to hot to investigate on my first attempt. My co-investigator
swept the second floor. I came up empty handed on EVP's and my photos were weak at best. If I got something incredible
every time, I'd even wonder the authenticity of it.
My Co-investigator was working through the bedrooms, nameing names and working floor plans.
At the mention of Willy, an almost music box quality melody can be heard. Continuous and unbroken. When
cross-examined and interrogating with bright lights, and dripping water she flat out denied hearing any such music when
she made the recording. When I presented her with 3 different options, including the quickly discounted Ice cream truck
from hell, she stuck with music box. Since the house was virtually empty, there was no music box, I certainly wasn't
playing one. But on the other hand, 3 houses over, a good 150 yards there was a set of wind chimes. Not
ready to sign off on music box, I waited 2 months before the wind conditions were right again, and sure enough, I could hear
the chimes, from a nearby parking lot, giving off the same eerie music box tune. Now how I picked them up inside a house,
in high winds, should be an investigation in it's own right.
I worked the cellar, managing a couple almost want to be apparitions. Since I try not
to do negative views, I have to get the straight image. Of which I got one that looks like a Nosferatu shadow from the
original silent movie, and then a almost werewolf looking image. Can't tell I've been watching horror movies 13 days
straight can yah?
I knew the place was haunted. I had already proved that, so anything I got the second
time around, was just that, icing on the Halloween cake, with candy corn garnishes.
LOCATION: Same as the first investigation on page 1
DATE: MAY 27, 2007
The first investigation, always a memory, never fond. I had no
idea what I was doing, I'll be the first to admit. It was pouring rain, I had a 3 mgp camera, that couldn't take any
dark photos. The photos in broad daylight took dark photos. With enough memory for 8 photos.
Now, 2+ years later, a 6 mgp camera, capable of taking 88 photos, 3
mb large. 2 evp recorders, a co-investigator in high spirits....so to say.
With a few bumps before we even made it in the door, we quickly got
into the routine of things. Bypassing the first floor entirely and heading for the second.
The second floor mind you, the one that my sensitive co-investigator
flat out refused to work the first time. She was welcomed with open arms this time.
She quickly sensed, the guest room, that she felt the presence of 4
young children, a tall man, and lady in gray, by the way who went by the name of May.
I left her to work the room, which she was reluctant to leave.
Heading for the 3rd floor. The floor last time, that even with prodding she wouldn't go up until begged. I got
the above reflection, of what looks like a tall man in black. The multiple faces, that were on the ceiling of the above
picture can be found just below.
After a thorough investigation of the second floor, feeling
welcome, my co-investigator of her own free will, decided to climb the rickety stairs to the 3rd floor. The home owner
joined up, and we did a walk through of the the upper floor. Not wanting to leave anything out, I asked so what's behind
this door. The owner said closet and helped me open it. With the escaping steam from the heated eaves, my co-investigator
said, "Well that's it for me, they're your kind of ghosts, Monsters." Later I got her to clarify that, she sensed an
immediate evil presence, the kind not felt since the Mother's Day marathon.
May, and I don't mean the month, lived in the house at
the turn of the previous century, early nineteen hundreds that is. I had set a control object a blaze orange golfball
up on a table, next to a rocking chair, with a teady bear in it. For May, we had discussed, something from that time
period, that she might be curious and want to move. I had a ball from the gearshift of a early model A Ford, and set
that down in first floor room where May had most been spotted coming down the stairs in Period clothing. All attempts
to obtain EVP's from her in that room were unsuccessful.
I did get the 2 reflections of what looks like an older
lady, on the second floor, after what could have been a floater on my eyeball, or a free floating apparition, along the ceiling,
of the side room. The capture just above, looks to be a small child, in a black dress, with a partially formed larger
figure behind her. 3 Gray Lady pics, and I didn't think to leave my number, she might have called.
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