My Haunted House

What does a Native American, a Cowboy, and an Asian man have in common?

I know it sounds like a line from a joke, but there is no funny punch line. This is actually a riddle and the answer to the riddle is:  their commonality is that they were spirits in our new home and they made sure I felt “Welcome” the moment we moved in.

My husband and I had never bought an older home. We had both always lived in brand new homes, so when we decided to move, we wanted a home that was unique and full of character. We found a 40-year-old custom home. It needed (still needs) work, but it had the uniqueness that we were looking for. I knew the moment we walked into the home, that it was where we were going to live. Also, we loved the city it was in, and the surrounding area has so much history and charm.

Right away after we moved in, I could feel someone watching me in the master bedroom. Then I could see his shadow moving through the room into the bathroom. Attached to our bathroom is our walk-in closet and that is where he made his presence known. When I was in the closet, I could feel someone standing behind me, then I could see him. He was a Native American man from a long time ago. Late 1700’s to early 1800’s. As soon as he knew I saw him, he stabbed me in my upper back with his knife. The pain was horrible, and it knocked the wind out of me. I yelled at him to stop, then he disappeared.

For weeks, I would see his shadow everywhere around the house and yard. Sleeking around corners like he was hunting me. And every time I went into my closet, the same stabbing pain, in the same spot on my back. And, every time it would knock the wind out of me and I couldn’t move until the pain went away.

This guy had to go! I did some research on how to cleanse out a Native American spirit  respectfully and permanently. So I did a smudging, which is a Shamanic Cleansing Ritual. I “smudged” the heck out of my home and the backyard. As I did this, I made sure I made it clear to the Native American spirit that I did not mean him any harm and I would respectfully like him to move on. After the smudging, I put chewing tobacco in different spots along all the walls surrounding our yard as a peace offering.

So, one down … two more to go.

During the time I was dealing with the Native American, I could sense a spirit out front of our home. I could see him pacing back and forth in front of the house across the street. He looked like a little Asian man, and he just kept walking and mumbling. I knew that the people living in that house were renting, and that they were not Asian.

The Asian man was becoming distracting, especially at night. I could feel his energy out side doing the same thing over and over. So I decided to ask a neighbor if someone died in the house across the street from me. They looked at me weird, and I did not give an explanation. My neighbor said, “Yes, the man who lived there before had a heart attack and died in the home. His name was Mr. Tanaka (not his real name). I said that I was just curious because I had heard a rumor … I wasn’t about to tell my new neighbor that I could see dead people.

Later, I waited until no one was out front and I went out to the street and said a prayer for Mr. Tanaka and told him to go find his family, they did not live there anymore. It was Ok to leave and move on. I have not seen or felt Mr. Tanaka’s spirit since.

Now for spirit number three. The worst of the three. Probably the only spirit that truly scared me to where I was afraid to sleep. The most horrific, foul, disgusting, evil spirit that I call ‘The Cowboy.” He was horrendous when he was alive and worse as a spirit. I say that because when he came to me, he was bragging about the horrid things he did.

It all started after I smudged the Native American away. My husband and I could see a tall shadow of a man with a hat on pass by our master bedroom windows, out front and in our backyard. I could feel the spirit’s anger because he couldn’t get through my protected barrier. We kept getting woken up by knocking and pounding on our windows and walls. We both would get up and turn on all the lights and go outside to see if we could see him, but we would be gone.

I did more research on how to really put a barrier up around my home. We couldn’t go on like this. I made a plan to go get Citrine stones and holy water the next day. Well, The Cowboy must have heard me or sensed that his time was limited at my home.

That night, I went to bed like any other night. In my dream, I felt like I wasn’t asleep. I felt like I was awake and walking around. My hubby and I were watching a movie and I told him that I wanted to go and change my clothes into something more comfortable. So, I walked through my room, through my bathroom, and into my closet. All of a sudden, I could feel something pick me up by the back of my neck to where my feet were dangling over the ground. I was filled with pure fear. Then I smelled the worst odor. It was rotten, like the stench of a dead animal. Also, I could smell stale tobacco. My eyes started watering form the stench. Then I could feel the person holding me by the neck get real close and whisper in my ear, “I am gonna show you where you really live you little b***h!”

It was The Cowboy. I kept trying to scream, but nothing would come out. He still had me by the neck dangling, then we were out in the fields by my house. Then he says to me, “I am gonna show you where I buried them all.” I couldn’t talk or fight back so I could get free and his grip on my neck was strong and uncomfortable. I also kept trying to figure out if I was awake or asleep.

The Cowboy then points to a mound of dirt and said, “That is a grave of the first painted lady I murdered.” Then in a snap we are at a different grave, then snap, a different grave, and this happened at least 20 times. He was taking me all over the hillsides, places in town, and spots way back in the hills. After he was done showing me where he buried all of these ladies, he said there were a lot more, but homesteads were built on them now. Also, he murdered women in many towns around California, but he wanted me to know where they were near my home.

He then proceeds to tell me and show me the horrific things he did to these women. It was becoming the worst nightmare I had ever experienced. He was showing me that these women were all prostitutes and how he tortured them to death. The worst vile images I had ever seen. This man was evil. I started crying uncontrollably, yet I still couldn’t talk. I wanted him to stop!! But, he kept going on and on with all the graphic details. Then he said he got away with it and ended up dying of a gun shot wound during a bar fight over gambling.

He finally let me go, and I woke up crying hysterically. When I opened my eyes, I could still smell him and could see his shadow outside my window. I could hear him laughing and he said, “Couldn’t keep me out b***h!”

I turned on the light. My husband was asleep beside me. I was still crying and now I was shaking uncontrollably. I don’t think I have ever been so scared. That evil cowboy figured out how to mess with me by coming in a dream. NOT COOL!! I got up to get some tissue and when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe it … I had red finger marks on my neck. They were still warm and tender to the touch. That really freaked me out.

I stayed awake the rest of the night. It took me awhile to calm down. The moment my husband woke up, I told him what had happened and how real it was. I could and still can remember every detail and the horrific foul smell. I couldn’t wait to go get what I needed to really cleanse that evil cowboy’s ass away! I know I am always learning lessons about spirits, but that one sucked.

I got my 4 Citrine stones. I got a large bottle of Holy water. And, I bought purification spray. I did a whole cleansing, purifying , and blessing of our home. Then I lit white unscented candles in every room of the house for an hour. Then I placed the Citrine stones in all four corners of my home. As I did this, I asked for protection and to keep all bad energy away.

I have not sensed the Cowboy since. My home’s barrier is strong. Don’t get me wrong, I still cleanse every few months to keep the barrier strong, and sometimes spirits slip in or come in with someone, but it’s nothing I can’t handle! I always tell everyone that even though a medium lives in my home, it is the most ghost free zone in Orange County.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Friend Joe: Part 2

A few months had gone by since Joe’s funeral. Everyone is different in how they grieve and how long they grieve. I wanted to give M a chance to get used to not being a care giver and to grieve the loss of her husband. I waited until my mom said she thought M would be ready to hear Joe’s message. So I set a lunch date with M and my mom.

I was nervous about how M was going to react, but excited that I could share with her my gift and the message Joe wanted her family to hear. I had not told M that I was a medium, but she did know that the paranormal world intrigued me.

We met at Cedar Creek Inn in San Juan Capistrano. M looked great and seemed happy. She missed Joe, but knows he is not suffering anymore. I waited until we were done eating and then I asked her if she believed in mediums. M’s reply was: “Who am I to say or judge what people can or cannot see or feel. I like the idea of being able to communicate with your loved ones that have passed.”

Thank goodness!!!! So I told her about Joe being at his own service and his messages for her and her family. She started to cry when I told her Joe’s message about her final decision. Then M said, “I wasn’t sure I made the right decision and it haunts me.” I asked her what that meant, because I did not know the details of his passing. M explained to me that Joe had become a vegetable. He couldn’t move or eat anymore, and his mind was going. He was on tons of medications, and he was being medically fed just to keep him alive. So with his doctor’s consent, she decided to slowly take him off all the medications. Joe died peacefully in his sleep.

M thanked me and told me that the message and my gift meant more to her than words could express. She felt at peace and could now fully move on. Also, she couldn’t wait to tell the rest of the family what Joe’s message was for them.

Every time I see M, she thanks me and says I changed her life. I tell her that I am the one that is grateful that Joe trusted me and that I could give a the gift of closure to someone I admire. So, thank you Joe, for trusting me with your message and for trusting me with helping your family heal. And Joe, keep on running and jumping all over heaven.

Kim Russo

My FAVORITE  medium!!!!!! Kim Russo, also known as, “The Happy Medium.”  I am obsessed with her show called, “The Haunting of.” On her show, she helps celebrities that have had a paranormal encounter and are looking for answers about what it was and why it happened. This premise is based on another show called, “Celebrity Ghost Stories.” It is a program where celebrities tell about their paranormal experience.

Kim meets the celebrity at the place where their experience happened and figures out what really was happening. Kim also gives them messages from family members and friends or acquaintances that have passed away. Her senses and abilities are amazing. The obscure things she tells these celebrities about their loved ones, is absolutely amazing. The information she gets is so detailed and spot on, that the celebrity is always in shock. They always comment that there is no way she could know the things she knows unless it came from their deceased loved ones.

Kim is my favorite medium because of how she reads. We have a lot in common. She is to the point, no nonsense, and at the same time, respectful of who she is reading. I know she does more than the investigative readings, but that is what I prefer. I like to try and solve a mystery with spirits helping me. I get a rush off of going to a location and knowing nothing before I get there, then leaving with an answer for my clients.

I am not sure when Kim Russo will have some new episodes or do something different on TV, but look her up. Record her show. They are all reruns now, but worth it. I am bummed because I just found out she was in El Cajon, Ca this past weekend. DANG! My dream is to meet her and possibly learn from her. Until then, I will enjoy watching her on TV.

Our Friend Joe: Part 1

When I was a kid, we lived in Fountain Valley, Ca. We were a busy family … sports, school, friends, and vacations. My parents always made sure we were doing something and they were a living example of always being active. They had lots of friends and were always playing a sport or having friends over. Their favorite sport was tennis. That is where they met “M” and Joe.

Through the years, we spent a lot of time with M, Joe, and their two sons S & A. Vacations, special occasions, and family events. They lived in Huntington Beach, Ca, so we were close. M is creative, active, and has a great sense of humor. Joe had a brilliant mind. Computers were his thing. And like our family, they were busy with sports, friends, and vacations.

Fast forward … Joe was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for his family to watch him become less and less mobile. Joe eventually lost all his motor skills, and M took care of him until his death.

No one likes to go to a funeral. For me, it takes a lot of mental prep for a few reasons. One, I am empathic, so I know I am going to pick up on everyone’s emotions, and cry the entire service. Two, I don’t want the spirit of the person we are there to mourn or celebrate, to visit me at their own service. I feel this way because it is terribly uncomfortable for me. It would be like if you were trapped in a box and you couldn’t move, but you had the worst itch that you couldn’t scratch … and the itch is persistent.

My family and I sit together, right behind Joe’s family. Probably not the best place to sit, because I can feel all of their sadness and anguish. I of course start crying as soon as we sit down. (Side note: at this point I realize I forgot my crystal … NOT good.)

The service begins and all is lovely, until Joe’s eldest son gets up to say a few words. The static electricity chills start on my right side. The chills are so bad that my head feels fuzzy and my teeth start to hurt. I then feel Joe standing right behind me. Anxiety kicks in and a little claustrophobia, because I am wedged between my husband and my mom, and I am in the second row of this huge church towards the middle of the bench … TRAPPED.

Joe’s spirit is excited. This takes me by surprise, because all of the years that I knew Joe, he was always mellow and subdued. Then Joe starts running up and down the isle to my right. Then he is jumping up and down saying, “Look what I can do again?”…”Tell them I can walk, talk, jump, move my arms … go on, tell them!!” His energy was making me a nervous wreck. I just put my hands under my legs, put my head down, and tried to talk Joe into waiting to talk to me until after the service

Joe wasn’t having it. He wanted to talk now, and he wanted me to stand up and tell them all right then and there. I don’t blame him, but I was not about to do that, especially in the middle of a Catholic church. I pleaded with him to just tell me his message and I would pass it on at a more appropriate time. He agreed and man did he have a lot he wanted me to tell his family.

This is what he said: “Look at my sons, aren’t they handsome? I am so proud of them both. They have wonderful wives, that I love, and they gave me amazing grandsons that I am so proud of. Tell my grandsons L and M that I was there when they got their badges for Boy Scouts last week. (The boys had on their Boy Scout uniforms.) Tell my wife that I appreciate her taking care of me and I am happy with the decisions that were made regarding my passing. Tell M that I am free from the body that has kept me a prisoner for years. Tell her I love her and I will always be watching over her and the entire family.”

Then he just stopped and went away. By then the service was about over. I could not wait to get out of there. I was sweating and exhausted. My husband could tell that something was going on because of my body language and how uncomfortable I was sitting through the service. A few times he had whispered, “Are you Ok?” “Is Joe here?” “Tell him to go away, that you can talk later.” I love my hubby for that. He always tries to help, even though he doesn’t understand fully what I feel and see, or he thinks it is just easy to tell a spirit to back off.

When we got out front of the church, I was a little out of it. I needed a time out and some water (wine). The reception was at M and Joe’s home in the track across from the church, so I was going to have to regroup on the short ride over there.

At the reception, I pulled my mom aside and told her what happened and we both agreed to tell M at another time. Let her get through this day and make a plan to meet with her alone soon. But, I did ask my mom what Joe meant by the decisions that M had to make about his passing. I did not know the details of his death, and my mom told me to wait and ask M when I meet her to give her Joe’s message.

 

The Ghost in the Hallway: Part 2

Set down my bag. Get my head together! Be tough! No-nonsense! Help this family! Those are the words that are going through my head as I am walking to the dining room. Before I start telling them about any information that I have researched, I ask “A” if she has been having lower back problems. Her eyes went wide and she said, “Yes.” I explained to her that my lower back has been killing me since I talked to her on the phone and the moment I got in the house, it stopped. “A” then explained that she had been having a lot of  female issues and she was scheduled for an ultrasound that week. She couldn’t believe that I felt her pain. I said that’s the bummer part of being empathic. You take the good with the bad. (I was going to suggest to her to see a doctor, if she hadn’t already.)

I then focused on my surroundings because something was off. I could smell alcohol, the kind you drink, but it was residual. That means that no one was drinking right then, but I could sense someone drank heavily. “J” was in the kitchen pacing around like a nervous wreck. I asked him if he was Ok, and he said he was just grateful that I was there, because he couldn’t live like this anymore. I asked him to please calm down, he was stirring up the energy in the home more than it already was. I have to say … his energy sucked!! It was distracting. I could sense that he was a sensitive, and I was going to have to tell him, but I needed him to quit freaking out.

To get away from him for a bit, I did a walk through of the home. The energy was a disaster. Calm in places and manic in others. The hallway was the worst. I was going to have to perform a miracle to get this home calm enough for them to live in it. The big problem was “J,” not Dickie pacing in the hallway. I had to get to the bottom of this.

I went back out to the dining area and “J” wasn’t there. “A” pointed to the other room, so I went in there and the negative energy hit me in the gut. “J” is on the couch rocking back and forth, crying. He is mumbling under his breath and holding his head. I had to get tough. “What the hell are you doing ‘J’?” He snaps out of it and just looks at me. I then tell him to get up and follow me back to the dining room so we can talk. He stands up, but doesn’t follow me, he goes through another door way into the kitchen, then into the dining room.

I looked at “A” and said, “You asked me to come here, do you want help or not?” She said “Yes,” and then I looked at “J” and I said, “I am here to help you. I am here to help your family. If you don’t let me help you, things are going to get worse around here.” I then asked him to come sit so we could talk, and he wanted to stand. I was about to lose it! I then looked at “A” and she was so upset. If anything, I was going to help her. So, “the no-nonsense medium” had to take charge.

Ok “J,” will you answer some questions?” He said “Yes.” Why are you so upset? He then starts balling and hiccupping, trying to get a word out. So I decided I better do the talking and he can nod Yes or No. First question: Do you know that you are a sensitive? He cries some more and says that he wasn’t sure, but he always has been able to sense things. I told him he was and needed to get a grip on it because his energy was out of control.

Second Question: Do you drink? And as I ask him this, I look at “A” for her reaction, because I am already deducting that he is a liar too. She won’t look at me, and he says not really. Which was total BS!! The smell of alcohol was coming out of his pores.

Third Question: Can you describe the man you saw out front? He said Yes and then describes him to me. He is finally calming down a little, but then I pulled out a picture of Dickie, and “J” freaks out. I asked him if this was the man he saw and he said it was. “J” keeps backing up and looking at the picture in pure horror. I explain who Dickie is. I tell them all the information I gathered. Also, I make it clear that Dickie means no harm, he is just lost. Somehow after Ellie came to the door, he is stuck here looking for her.

Dickie was stuck there because this home is the last place that he could remember before he got so sick. He went to where he had his best memories, but his energy is manic because he cannot find Ellie. He paces back and forth in the hallway constantly. I then explain to them both that I can cleanse him out and hopefully guide him to where his wife is in Ladera Ranch, BUT, I can only do this if they follow my instructions on what to do after I leave.

Now “J” has calmed down. I told him that he really needed to get a grip on how sensitive he is. Not only spiritually, but mentally. Then I had to give him the bad news … “J”, if you don’t get a grip, you are going to have problems no matter where you live. You will create a poltergeist in this home, because your energy is not controlled. You think you have problems now??? It will get a thousand times worse and I won’t be able to help you. SO, DO WHAT I SAY!!

First, I showed them how to cleanse their home. And they needed to do it weekly until they moved out (which I found out they were buying a home and moving soon). Then I told them that for approximately one hour a day, they needed to light an unscented white candle. It would help cleanse and create a positive space. (I use the tall glass Mexican candles.)

During the cleansing, we heard something hit the ground by the front door. We went to look and a flag that they had nailed high on the wall was on the ground. It looked like someone ripped it off the wall. I was used to things like that happening, but they were not. I told them it was just Dickie throwing a little fit because we were kicking him out of his home. But, I would have a talk with him when I was done. Hopefully he would go easily to his wife in Ladera, or I was going to have to take him there. The only real way to know is if “A” and “J” did not have any more incidents in the home after I left.

Next, the three of us went out back (the house was still a little smoky from the sage). I told them what else I needed them to do. First, they needed to get the house blessed and then “J” should get blessed. I also suggested that “J” should see a therapist because he was so over emotional and did not know how to stay focused (also I was hoping that a doctor would figure out that he has a drinking problem). I also said he needs to learn how to meditate. Meditation can be many things. Exercise, reading, gardening, going to the beach, or the regular old quiet time sitting and focusing on what calms you.

I walked back through the home alone to see how the energy was, and it was calm. Even “J’s” energy was completely different and he kept thanking me for helping him. I told him I did nothing but tell him what he needs to do to help himself. He is the only one that can take charge of himself. I told him to call me anytime he needed to talk or needed advice. He started crying again, then said, “I thought I was going crazy, I am so relieved that someone actually believes me.”

After I left, I had a long talk with Dickie, and sent him to his wife’s in Ladera Ranch. On my way home, I met my hubby for a glass of wine. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I usually get such a euphoric feeling after doing an investigation/reading, but this time was different. There were things still bothering me about “J” and I hoped that “A” could deal with his ups and downs.

I did check up on “A” and “J” for a few weeks after. “A” was still really concerned about “J’s” behavior. I am not a psychiatrist, I talk to dead people and try to help the living understand why they are there. I give clients information and knowledge. What they do with it is up to them.

My friend that referred “A” and “J” to me, keeps me updated on how they are doing. They did move, and they got married this year. So, I hope all is well and their lives are peaceful.

The Ghost in the Hallway: Part 1

This investigation took me awhile to get over. From start to finish, it really took a toll on me physically and emotionally. I learned that being empathic is helpful, but not always good for my health. It started with a phone call from the client.

November 2016. A young woman named “A” called me for help. She and her fiancé were renting a house, and there were strange things going on in the home. Also, she told me that her fiancé’s son lived there on and off. “A” said it all started the year before, after an old woman showed up at the door and said she used to live there. “A” did not let the woman in, but talked to her in the front yard. The old woman said her name was “Ellie,” and she and her husband used to live there, but her husband had passed away a few years ago. Then “Ellie” pointed to the flower beds and said she used to plant beautiful flowers in that planter. The phone was ringing in the house, so “A” ran back in to get it, and when she returned, “Ellie” was gone. “A” looked up and down the street and the lady had just vanished.

Since “A’s” encounter with “Ellie”, strange things had been happening in the house. “A” and her fiancé, “J”, had been having weird dreams and high anxiety. “A” would wake up every day at 3:14 am, no matter where she was. They were having severe mood swings, and the energy in the house felt different. One afternoon “A” heard “J” screaming from the garage, and when she ran out there he was standing looking out of the garage pointing at his son who was walking up the driveway. She asked why he was screaming and “J” said he saw a man standing behind his son looking at him. So, “A” walked out front and looked around and saw nothing.

The activity got so intense for them that they would sleep at “A’s” parent’s house most of the time. They really needed my help. They needed to move back home and not be afraid. As “A” is telling me what is going on, my lower back is starting to ache. Not just ache, but uncomfortable cramping. Then my vision starts to blur, and I start to get a gnawing headache. “A” then gives me her address and we set a time for me to go to their home.

By the time we hang up the phone, I am so uncomfortable. My back and head are hurting so bad that I can’t focus and I really needed to get to work. Something about this case was off. So when I got to work, I did something I never do. I contacted a friend of mine that’s a realtor to get information on the property I was going to investigate. My clients were renting, so they knew nothing, and I needed to know what I was getting myself into. Ever since I talked to “A” on the phone, I did not feel right. Like I said, something was way off and I needed to know how I was going to approach this investigation.

After some research, I found information that would be very helpful with my investigation and for my clients. The home is located in Lake Forest, CA. The original owners bought the home brand new in 1984. They lived there for 21 years, and sold it in 2005. Then that owner sold it to the current owner in 2013, who was then renting it to my clients. The original owner’s names were, “Dickie and Ellie.”

So I looked up “Dickie & Ellie”. After they sold there home in Lake Forest, they moved to Ladera Ranch. They needed to downsize because in the late 1990’s, Dickie was diagnosed with dementia. He was then forced into retirement in 2003 due to how debilitating his illness had become. Ellie, his wife of 46 years, took care of him until his death on, December 25, 2011, in the early morning hours. (3:14 am???) Dickie & Ellie have a large family: 4 sons and 10 grandchildren.

Well, the dementia explains why my head was so muffled and I was having pain in back of my eyes. I really needed to get this investigation over with, I felt like crap (and still did not know why my lower back was in so much pain). So the day of the investigation, I had to really work to clear my head. I got up and walked a couple of miles, then came home and did some gardening, then I meditated.

On my way to my client’s home, I was already getting messages and emotions from Dickie. I already knew that it was his spirit in the home. His messages were muffled then he would be lucent. I was picking up on a lot before I even got there. And the cramping in my lower back was getting worse.

As I drove up to the house, Dickie was showing me a scene from years ago. His sons were young boys playing out front of the house and riding their bikes. Then I heard him say, “Family.” When I got out of the car and started walking up the driveway, Dickie showed me a scene from when the boys were older and they would come with their families to celebrate Christmas. I had to stop and focus so I could get inside and meet my clients.

When I entered the home, my senses were going haywire. I could sense Dickie’s energy change. I could sense that there was something not right with “A’s” fiancé “J”. I knew I was going to have to be tough for this investigation. There was too much chaotic energy swirling everywhere. I don’t know how anyone could function in that home.

Check back for Part 2 … The Investigation and Revelation …

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ghost Adventures

Ghost Adventures has been on Travel Channel for 15 seasons. I have seen every episode. This show used to be my favorite ghost hunting show, but I had nothing to compare it to. Now, there are so many entertaining paranormal shows and each one shows a different way of investigating. Ghost Adventures is more like an over dramatic, but entertaining history lesson, that ends with an investigation, but no solutions.

Don’t get me wrong, I watch Ghost Adventures, but their way of investigating is to aggressive for me. I do like that they find unusual and different locations to investigate, and you get a history lesson that is fascinating, but their attack mode investigating is not for me. You can’t poke a bear wanting a reaction, and then when you get one, you go running and screaming. I believe in a respectful approach. Investigate with the thought that you are trying to communicate with someone’s loved one. I realize that the Ghost Adventure crew does not always deal with good spirits, but why rile them up, then pack up all your gear and leave?? That leaves a location with more negative activity and leaves the client with a bigger problem. Also, all the negative caca they just riled up, will probably follow them home. (which leads to their other show called, Ghost Adventures, After Shocks)

The Ghost Adventure crew has a lot of high tech gear they use on their investigations. Some of the technology they use is amazing!! Other fancy gadgets they use are just annoying. Also, why (not just GAC) are investigations done in pure darkness?? I have only done one investigation in semi-darkness and I could of got the same results with the lights on. If a place is haunted…then its haunted. Ghosts don’t care what time of day it is.

The lead investigator, Zak Bagans, has his own museum in Las Vegas filled with items that have negativity attached to them, or that are historically tide to a horrible event or events. I have not been to this museum, but I would love to go. I would definitely have to protect myself before going in there, but I am fascinated and curious.

The Ghost Adventure Crew mean well. I know they go to these locations to try and help people.  I would just go about it differently. I will keep watching the GAC in action. Like I said they are entertaining, and every few episodes they get some really solid evidence that ghosts do exist.

 

The Stanley Hotel: Part 2

The Tour                                                                                                                                                  K and I went to the meeting room downstairs to meet our tour guide. There were approximately 15 of us in our group. The guide started with the history of The Stanley then guided us out the side door, and walked us down to the concert hall. 

music hall

The concert hall was beautiful inside and I did not really pick up on any energies on the main floor. Then we followed the guide down stairs. The stair well was different. It is located underneath the two corner windows in the picture above. So as you are going down the stairs, those windows are high above you and the walls are all plain white. As I am walking down the stairs, I could feel the energy change, and the shift causes me to feel a little anxious.

As we entered the bottom room, you could see it was full of pianos. Mrs. Stanley loved and collected pianos. In the picture, the piano room is all the little small windows at the bottom of the structure. Down there I still was feeling anxious and the energy was increasing. My hands were shaking and I felt like I just wanted to get out of there.

When we left the building, I separated from the group and took the picture above. Was I shocked later when I really examined the picture. I knew I felt something in there, but I couldn’t believe I got it on film. Also, we were the last tour of the day, so the guide put a big padlock on the doors after we all were out front, and the building was empty.

First, these pictures below are of Mr. & Mrs. Stanley:

mr and mrs stanley

Now here are two enlarged pictures of the windows of the concert hall. The first picture is of the stairway window and the second picture is of the piano room window. What do you see?

mr stanley

mrs. stanley face

I see Mr. Stanley looking out of the window in the first picture, and Mrs. Stanley is looking out of the window in the second picture. I have had this picture analyzed by other investigators and they couldn’t believe I got this evidence.

Our guide then took us to see all the grounds around the main hotel. Then finally, up the stairs to the lobby of The Stanley. I know I already wrote that the stairs are straight ahead when you walk in, but if you look to your right and down the lobby, there is a large fireplace. And if you look to your left and down the lobby there is a large fireplace. On each side of the lobby are large doors that go into banquet rooms and a ballroom. I took pictures of all of it. This is an important fact for later in the story.

We then took the grand stairs up to the second floor. The floor where room 217 is. Our guide tells us more history and more ghost stories. The myth is that The Stanley is on top of a portal and that is why they get so many different ghost claims. The only consistent claim is the woman who haunts room 217. Also, on the upper floor, you can hear children running through the halls.

The tour was going smoothly, and I was feeling relieved that I hadn’t had any spirits trying to make it difficult for me….. That all changed on the fourth floor.

The fourth floor used to be where the governesses took care of all the children while their parents were having dinner and going to parties at the hotel. That is where people claim to hear children running up and down the hallways. In the hallway there is a set of stairs that go up to an attic, and at the top of the stairs, the door is locked shut. That is where there used to be a large play area for the children. It is dark at the top of those stairs and someone painted the word, “REDRUM” on it in red paint.

door

We all lined up to get a picture of the door. As I am in line I start getting anxious. I have static electricity chills all over my body. I also feel like I am going to get sick. As I am getting to the front of the line, I am becoming really uncomfortable. Now I am next, and the lady in front of me walks up the steps and snaps her picture of the door. I then start hearing what sounds like children whispering, but I can’t make out what they are saying. When the woman in front of me is done, she steps to the bottom of the stairs and  all of a sudden the whispering stops and there are three loud knocks on the door above us. She stops and looks at me in pure terror and says, “Did you hear that?” I said, “Yep.” So I pointed my camera at the door and it wouldn’t take a picture. I was trying to capture all this on camera, but my camera was dead. Then all of a sudden the most intense wind of static electricity came from the door, right through me, and filled the entire hallway. Everyone on the tour could feel it and as I looked at them, I could see their hair on their heads lifting up from the static.

Of course this caused a lot of commotion. Even the tour guide was freaked out. The lady that was next to me on the stairs looks at me and then says to everyone, “this happened the moment this woman stepped on the bottom stair.” She didn’t say it mean, she was just trying to help get to the bottom of what just happened. Then my friend K says, “Its her, she is a sensitive, things like this happen around her all the time.” Now everyone is looking at me.

Thank goodness we had a cool group of people. They were so excited! They started asking a million questions, then asked the tour guide if I could lead the tour with her. The tour guide was even more excited and loved the idea. I knew the tour wasn’t that much longer so I said that I would love to co-pilot the tour. Oh, before I forget… I never got a picture of the door with “REDRUM” on it. The picture above I got from the internet.

The tour ended down where we all met up originally. When we got down there, the tour guide took us to this little alcove that looks like you are in a rock cave. The rock is all limestone, which a huge conductor for paranormal activity. In this alcove is where they think the portal is, that ghosts come and go out of. I felt nothing down there.

stanley basementStanley basement2

Our tour ended after that. Some of the people that were on the tour circled around me and asked me more questions. I love that. I love that people are open to the paranormal and they want to learn more. I even got asked to come and investigate in their home towns.

I do have another picture of what else I caught on camera. Earlier in my story I told you I took pictures of everything in the lobby. And I explained how the tour guide said that there is a portal in the limestone alcove. Well, in the lobby right above that alcove is one of the large fireplaces.  After down loading all my pictures, I zoomed in on this particular one, because I thought I saw something odd.

fireplace

stanley fire place

Do you see the faces? I only saw two at first, but I had this picture analyzed buy other investigators and they all see 5 faces. One is upside down. This picture possibly supports that there is a portal under The Stanley. Now I really want to go back and stay there. And for the ultimate experience, I want to stay in room 217. The waiting list for is long, but I know it will be worth the wait.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paranormal State: 2007-2011

Even though Paranormal State hasn’t run a new episode in six years, I still record them and enjoy watching them. The episodes are 30 minutes and I am always intrigued by what they find and how they help their clients. The PS team does a no nonsense, intense investigation and then come up with a solution.

Paranormal State’s founder and head investigator is Ryan Buell. His team of investigators are: Sergey Poberezhny, Katrina Wiedman, Eilfie Music, and Heather Taddy. The team will also invite well known psychics to join their investigations. Michelle Belanger who is a self-described psychic vampire and is an author, will join the investigation if they think something dark or ritualistic is going on. If there is something negative, she helps the clients with a solution.

One of my favorite mediums they have come to investigate is Lorraine Warren. She has been involved in some of the most famous paranormal investigations in the world: The Perron Family  (The Conjuring), The haunting at Amityville, The Enfield Poltergeist (The Conjuring 2), The Snedeker House (Haunting in Connecticut), The Haunted Doll, Annabelle, and many more. She is a cute and spunky lady, and I love when I get to watch her because she inspires me.

Another favorite medium of mine that sometimes would help the PS team is, Chip Coffey. My dream is to meet him someday and work with him. I was obsessed with his paranormal show he had called, Psychic Kids. I learned a lot from that program and I always wished he had a show call Psychic Adults.

Paranormal State is one of the few shows that the majority of the time they have a conclusion that is satisfying. Set your DVR, it’s worth it.

The Stanley: Part 1

 

The Stanley is a hotel in Estes Park, Colorado, and is known to be very haunted. It opened in 1909 and was built by Freelan Oscar Stanley. The Stanley Hotel’s claim to fame is that the horror novelist Stephen King was inspired after staying there to write the book, The Shining. King stayed in what is known as the most haunted room at the hotel, Room 217. He had a nightmare that his three-year-old son was running through the corridors, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide, and screaming. He was being chased by a fire hose. King woke up, jumped out of bed, and within a few minutes he had the main plot of The Shining in his mind.

217

A couple years ago, I had the opportunity to visit The Stanley Hotel. My friend K and I were staying in Boulder, CO visiting her son who goes to CU. K knew that I have always wanted to go to The Stanley, so we drove out for the day to have lunch and take the tour.

The drive to Estes Park from Boulder is absolutely gorgeous. The winding roads, the lush pine trees, and the flowing stream that ran along side the road. The drive is up and over a mountain and as you come over the top and start coming down, you can see a big valley. In the middle of the valley is the beautiful and pristine Stanley Hotel. A large white edifice surrounded by green foliage and monstrous snow capped mountains. It is hard to capture it’s beauty in a picture.

It was a crisp cold day and the sun was now covered by clouds, and as I stood at the bottom of the stairs to go into The Stanley, it looked a little ominous. I had butterflies in my stomach. Was it a warning? Or was it because I couldn’t believe I was there?

We entered the lobby, which is long and narrow, not wide, and the stairs to go up or down are right in front of you. We went downstairs to get tour times and pay for our tickets. That area was very small. There were a few offices, the meeting room, a large doll house that looks like The Stanley, and a refreshment concession area.

doll house

Our tour did not start for a few hours, so we went to the hotel restaurant. The restaurant and bar are beautiful. The Bloody Marys were so delicious and our lunch tasted amazing. During lunch, K asked if I was going to tell our tour guide that I was a sensitive. I said that I wasn’t going to say anything, but I couldn’t control what might happen during the tour. I was already feeling a little anxious, so the Bloody Mary was taking the edge off.

After lunch, I wanted to take a few pictures of the exterior. I brought my fancy camera, so if we did capture anything paranormal, I could download the pictures to my computer and really analyze them.  Also, I made sure I put all brand new batteries in the camera so I could take tons of pictures. Plus, I had 6 batteries in my purse, just in case. And thank goodness I did, I was going to need the batteries in my purse sooner than I thought.

Part 2 of my experience at The Stanley is about what happens during our tour and what I find when I download the pictures. I will post my pictures and would love to know what you think.