I am going to give you a condensed run down on my perspective of this. Although demonics do influence a majority of people's lives, a full blown experience with all the bells and whistles. Are very few and very far between.
What I believe demonics to be. I do not believe the cliched notion that the demonics are "fallen angels". Angels whether they be fallen or not have their own bodies, whereas a demonic does not. I believe demonics are God's sinful previous creations before he created Adam and Eve.
In the Bible before God ever creates anything, it says, in Genesis 1:2 - "The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters." How could God be hovering over water if there was no previous creation?
There are all different types of alarms that will alert you if have a demonic. But one sign, or even a handful of signs don't necessarily confirm that you have a demonic. It could just be a really malevolent spirit or misunderstood entity. Not all spirits are human or demonic. They can be human, animal, demonic, angelic, tied to nature, a cryptid, fey, or deva. Devas aren't necessarily fey or nature spirits. They are a focused point of energy or higher intelligence that is only concentrated on one thing. They are very narrow minded, and are only concerned with whatever type of deva they are. Like a rain deva is only focused on rain, and so on. Sometimes when people encroach upon land, they will more than likely encounter the wrath of a specific deva in that area. So not everything is seperated into "ghost" or "demonic". It is far more complicated than that.
Finding ways to alleviate a problem sometimes isn't as simple as a cleansing. Because a cleansing will not work on certain inhabitants of the paranormal realm. Though a majority of the time a cleansing does help or convincing a spirit to cross over.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
SOCIETY OF THE HAUNTED INTERVIEW
Saturday May 26th, 2012 we were suppose to do a residential investigation in Enid. Which would have been my first official pro investigation, but with it being Memorial Day weekend. A majority of the team couldn't make it out. I won't lie I was a little bummed out about it, but Christian Borthick gave me a call. He wanted to do a casual interview with me and another person named Logan. So we decided to go to Starbucks and talk about the society. Talk about what was expected of us, why we want to be investigators, and if we had any questions about them.
Chris is a very relaxed, go with the flow type of guy, but has that no nonsense feel. Which is a very good attitude to have especially in this type of field. I also liked Logan alot, he's very analytical, but can approach a topic, or explain something in a fun way. So far I have enjoyed spending time with everyone I have come into contact with in the society. They make you feel welcome, and comfortable.
It was a pretty cool moment when Chris told Logan and I that we were officially part of the society. Almost like, "Wow I have been handed this responsibility. I have people's (clients) lives in my hands. From this point on everything I do is critical and detrimental in how I affect this world around me." I plan on trying my hardest to help people understand their situation and in turn gain personal knowledge from that.
Chris is a very relaxed, go with the flow type of guy, but has that no nonsense feel. Which is a very good attitude to have especially in this type of field. I also liked Logan alot, he's very analytical, but can approach a topic, or explain something in a fun way. So far I have enjoyed spending time with everyone I have come into contact with in the society. They make you feel welcome, and comfortable.
It was a pretty cool moment when Chris told Logan and I that we were officially part of the society. Almost like, "Wow I have been handed this responsibility. I have people's (clients) lives in my hands. From this point on everything I do is critical and detrimental in how I affect this world around me." I plan on trying my hardest to help people understand their situation and in turn gain personal knowledge from that.
MY CURRENT HOME OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
I will not disclose the street or area as in previous posts. For obvious and various reasons. My husband and I are really proud of this house. Because it is the first house that we have ever owned. The first house where our children have a yard to play in, to put a pool in, and have family get togethers. This house means alot to us and we plan on staying for a good while. The house was built in the 1930's and previously belonged to my landlord's deceased mother. Before she passed this was her favorite rental house.
When we first moved in for the first couple of weeks we had no activity. The only thing that was bothersome was the feeling in the girl's bedroom. It felt extremely heavy and oppressive also sort of angry. Almost like a deep, gaping sadness. The feeling only grew stronger at nightfall and through out the night. There were a few pieces of furniture that came with the house that were left by past tenants. A big grey-blue colored four shelved pantry, a giant hexagon shaped wooden table that was in the kitchen, it was later moved into the living room, and eventually put outside for when we cook out. A deep,blue metal shelf in the bathroom, and a grey-blue colored wicker hanging wall shelf in the bathroom. The bottom shelf of the pantry will collapse in on itself if the weight isn't porportioned just right.
So while my husband was at work, I decided to fix the shelf myself. I took the girl's outside with me and decided to look around the shed to find a piece of wood. So I could either just make a new shelf or to use it as a support. I couldn't find anything worth salvaging. I also couldn't go inside the shed due to a ginormous garden spider that made the doorway its home. If my eldest wouldn't have screamed I would have walked into it and went into survival ninja mode. About fifteen minutes after we came in, I was in the kitchen washing dishes, when I began hearing the lid on the washer slamming repeatedly. The bathroom door was shut, so there was no way that it could have been the girls. I opened the door, and the washer machine door was closed. But the washer was vibrating as if the door had just been slammed.
Not too long after that every night for almost a month and a half. At about ten o' clock at night I would hear tappings and bangings on the windows. The back door knob would turn, be knocked on. Same thing with the front door. There were times I thought somebody was trying to break in because I would watch the front door knob violently move like someone was trying to get inside. But nobody was out there. My husband worked the night shift. Who would be that persistent for nearly two months anyways?
But what nearly scared me to death and terrified me. Is after my daughters got their first big girl beds and I was putting them to bed. I finished reading them a bedtime story, and we were singing songs and saying nursery rhymes. We began singing the ABC song when from behind me in front of their bedroom window. I heard what I can only describe as a toneless voice. It had no male or female inflection to it. Sing the other half of the song. The voice also had a mocking lilt to it. I didn't want to scare the girls or acknowledge it. So I decided to sing the song over and see if I could get it to do it again. Sure enough when it got to the middle of the song it did it again. After it was finished my eldest asked me, "Mommy did you hear that? It sang the ABC's." I had them say their prayers and I still decided not to acknowledge it.
Instead I called my mom immediately and asked her what I should do. She told me to go around the house in every room, and pray. To tell it in Jesus' name and with the power of the Holy Spirit that it could not stay. So the next day I went in every room and prayed. Telling it that it could not stay. After that we had not a single bit of activity.
Then after it began getting hot and the lawn needed to be trimmed. We had to be around the shed. After we began going around the shed, is when the activity picked up again. First it was foot steps in the attic, then the washer machine banging again, seeing the shadow of a man, jumping in the attic that is so intense it shakes the walls. My husband tried telling me that it's an animal. Which we do get racoons and the occasional squirrels. But never in my life have I known an animal to make sounds like a human walking, or most definantly, have never heard of an animal maniacally jumping. Unless we have some sort of kangaroo infestation in Oklahoma that I am unaware of.
One night the jumping was so intense. I just couldn't take anymore of it. I was tired of being the only one experiencing it besides my daughter. The only time my husband ever experienced it was when it was like somebody prowling around the house. And that's what he chalked it up to be, was just a prowler. I can't count how many times I called and texted him when that was going on. Before my breaking point. I had been considering what I wanted to do with my life. Then it dawned on me. A straight forward epiphany, "I know quite a bit about the paranormal. I have been dealing with it my whole life. Why not join an investigation team or start my own?" I took a few days to think through it some more.
After thinking about it, I got online, and began doing research on paranormal societies. I grew up knowing about G.H.O.U.L.I. and O.K.P.R.I. , but after second handedly seeing their work. I immediately opted out of those choices. I had remembered hearing about Society of the Haunted. So I looked them up with a few others, and began narrowing them down. Always coming back to Society of the Haunted. Just something about them felt right, I looked up their FaceBook page, and they weren't out bashing other groups. Like so many other investigation teams out causing para drama. They were too busy wrapped up in helping people. Which was a definite bonus.
I put in an application Saturday May 12th, 2012 through their website. Then I received a phone call Monday May 14th, 2012 from Cathy Nance. At first I was nervous because a great majority of the people I have come in contact with in the para community. Are well, pretty much hardbacks. I was really taken aback when we just clicked and began talking. It was so easy just to talk to Cathy, I really don't think we got much of an interview done. The only thing I think we agreed on was to have an investigation conducted later in the week. After explaining to Cathy about all the activity we had been experiencing. She was particulary interested in capturing whatever it was singing the ABC song.
The time leading up to the investigation I was all sorts of excited, giddy, and I wouldn't shut up. I continuously talked my husband and mother-in-law's ears off. Because not only would joining a team personally validate what I have encountered, but also validate the experiences of other people.
Saturday May 19th, 2012 was the day at eight o'clock PM is when the investigation happened. The first person that I met was Mike Ricksecker. In all honesty I thought that he was going to be the staunchly serious and brooding type. But actually he proved me wrong. He was reserved, yet very attentive, and open. I showed him around the property while we waited for the others to arrive. The next person I met was Johnny Longan and his mother Tena. After talking to John I really like him, he's spunky, and ready to have a good time. Tina is such a sweet heart, and is more concerned with others well being than herself. Finally I met Dustin Cupit, he was quiet most of the time up until we started getting a fair amount of activity.
After showing the rest of the team the property and giving them the run down. We decided to start in the girls room around where a majority of the activity occurs. Of course, we each picked a place to sit, and pow wow in the dark. We began asking the basic questions, "What's your name?", "How old are you?", "Do you know you're deceased?", "Can you give us a sign?". We originally broke out the ghost box and something was trying to communicate, but for some reason it couldn't come through. So we decided to do a basic EVP session, during this time John was joking about his weight and was doing the live playback while recording. I don't know if anyone else heard it. But he and I distinctly heard it, a man saying,"Fat ass".
Fifteen minutes or so into the session the room began feeling heavy and had a weight of deep sadness. About this time John began hearing all sorts of things on the recorder. After hitting on some serious topics. With the entities alluding to children being locked in the closet. Mike asked if he could be shown what happened, and he felt somebody touch his arm, and suddenly he felt just overwhelmed with sadness. It upset Mike so much that he had to leave the group and take a break. I began feeling light headed, and my upper body felt tingly with electric pricks.
Then we decided to go out to the shed and see if we couldn't find anything. Also to see if we couldn't stir up some more activity in the house. While we were out there we found old suitcases, broken down furniture, a table with an ICP clown drawn on it, a mildewed Bible, Harlequin romance novels, old television set, carpet, and a Christmas tree. We also found all sorts of paper work from Kansas and Indiana. Drug rehab facilities, alcoholics anonymous, and moneygrams.
We then decided on going into I and my husband's room. This is where we got most of our activity. The EMF detector stayed pretty steady except for the exception of it jumping to three. Which I was holding, while that happened, and that was pretty awesome. We decided to use the K2 as a method for questioning. That to respond "YES" to a question to make the K2 light up. From the answers we received there is a young woman about my age, and two males. One of the males answered a few of my questions, and that was all. The female did most of the talking.
We never really found out her name. Only that she enjoys being here, she likes our family, and wants to continue to be apart of it. This sounds like a nice sentiment and all, but I would much rather her move on. A ghost attachment is a very unhealthy thing. I am also uncomfortable knowing that one of the males plays with my oldest when she stays up at night. I don't approve of that all. As for now I am going to keep an eye on what happens, and there will possibly be a crossing over done in the future.
The day after they left I was getting ready to go to my mom's to pick up the girls. It had been raining on and off that day. So I went into their room to grab their coats. As I entered the room I saw a gray mist in the shape of a woman dash into their closet. I told her that she didn't have to be afraid. Also a candle my husband and I had used that night during the storm was moved from my living room shelf to my dining room table. It wasn't just sat there as if you would walk by and just set it down. It was in the middle of the table and pushed all the way back. As if being put out of reach of the children. Then later on I received an email from Johnny with all of the EVPs he captured. I am extremely proud of the one where the female says his name as clear as a bell, "Johnny." Also the one where you here one of the males say, "dumbshit" and the other male replies with , "fuck yeah." I have been showing them off to anyone who cares to listen.
Nearly a week after they left my husband was at work, all the girls were in bed, and I was on the computer. When I heard a woman about my age talking in our bedroom. I sat at the computer and said, "I can't understand you." The woman replied and something, then my name, and said a few more things. All I could understand was my name. So I replied, "I'm sorry, but I still can't understand you." So she speaks again, this time frustrated, but still the only thing I could understand was my name.
About four days ago I was asleep in bed with my husband. When I woke up at about nearly six AM to someone gently pushing me and before I could fully wake up. I heard a woman say, "Will you ever forgive me?" I don't know what she needed forgiveness for. But I told her that I forgive her.
The latest activity would be today. Whilst typing this blog entry I have been interrupted by walking above me, what sounds like a chair dragging, shuffling, a wooden box being dragged, and knocking. I think they know I am talking about them, and want to be included. Or just to annoy me.
When we first moved in for the first couple of weeks we had no activity. The only thing that was bothersome was the feeling in the girl's bedroom. It felt extremely heavy and oppressive also sort of angry. Almost like a deep, gaping sadness. The feeling only grew stronger at nightfall and through out the night. There were a few pieces of furniture that came with the house that were left by past tenants. A big grey-blue colored four shelved pantry, a giant hexagon shaped wooden table that was in the kitchen, it was later moved into the living room, and eventually put outside for when we cook out. A deep,blue metal shelf in the bathroom, and a grey-blue colored wicker hanging wall shelf in the bathroom. The bottom shelf of the pantry will collapse in on itself if the weight isn't porportioned just right.
So while my husband was at work, I decided to fix the shelf myself. I took the girl's outside with me and decided to look around the shed to find a piece of wood. So I could either just make a new shelf or to use it as a support. I couldn't find anything worth salvaging. I also couldn't go inside the shed due to a ginormous garden spider that made the doorway its home. If my eldest wouldn't have screamed I would have walked into it and went into survival ninja mode. About fifteen minutes after we came in, I was in the kitchen washing dishes, when I began hearing the lid on the washer slamming repeatedly. The bathroom door was shut, so there was no way that it could have been the girls. I opened the door, and the washer machine door was closed. But the washer was vibrating as if the door had just been slammed.
Not too long after that every night for almost a month and a half. At about ten o' clock at night I would hear tappings and bangings on the windows. The back door knob would turn, be knocked on. Same thing with the front door. There were times I thought somebody was trying to break in because I would watch the front door knob violently move like someone was trying to get inside. But nobody was out there. My husband worked the night shift. Who would be that persistent for nearly two months anyways?
But what nearly scared me to death and terrified me. Is after my daughters got their first big girl beds and I was putting them to bed. I finished reading them a bedtime story, and we were singing songs and saying nursery rhymes. We began singing the ABC song when from behind me in front of their bedroom window. I heard what I can only describe as a toneless voice. It had no male or female inflection to it. Sing the other half of the song. The voice also had a mocking lilt to it. I didn't want to scare the girls or acknowledge it. So I decided to sing the song over and see if I could get it to do it again. Sure enough when it got to the middle of the song it did it again. After it was finished my eldest asked me, "Mommy did you hear that? It sang the ABC's." I had them say their prayers and I still decided not to acknowledge it.
Instead I called my mom immediately and asked her what I should do. She told me to go around the house in every room, and pray. To tell it in Jesus' name and with the power of the Holy Spirit that it could not stay. So the next day I went in every room and prayed. Telling it that it could not stay. After that we had not a single bit of activity.
Then after it began getting hot and the lawn needed to be trimmed. We had to be around the shed. After we began going around the shed, is when the activity picked up again. First it was foot steps in the attic, then the washer machine banging again, seeing the shadow of a man, jumping in the attic that is so intense it shakes the walls. My husband tried telling me that it's an animal. Which we do get racoons and the occasional squirrels. But never in my life have I known an animal to make sounds like a human walking, or most definantly, have never heard of an animal maniacally jumping. Unless we have some sort of kangaroo infestation in Oklahoma that I am unaware of.
One night the jumping was so intense. I just couldn't take anymore of it. I was tired of being the only one experiencing it besides my daughter. The only time my husband ever experienced it was when it was like somebody prowling around the house. And that's what he chalked it up to be, was just a prowler. I can't count how many times I called and texted him when that was going on. Before my breaking point. I had been considering what I wanted to do with my life. Then it dawned on me. A straight forward epiphany, "I know quite a bit about the paranormal. I have been dealing with it my whole life. Why not join an investigation team or start my own?" I took a few days to think through it some more.
After thinking about it, I got online, and began doing research on paranormal societies. I grew up knowing about G.H.O.U.L.I. and O.K.P.R.I. , but after second handedly seeing their work. I immediately opted out of those choices. I had remembered hearing about Society of the Haunted. So I looked them up with a few others, and began narrowing them down. Always coming back to Society of the Haunted. Just something about them felt right, I looked up their FaceBook page, and they weren't out bashing other groups. Like so many other investigation teams out causing para drama. They were too busy wrapped up in helping people. Which was a definite bonus.
I put in an application Saturday May 12th, 2012 through their website. Then I received a phone call Monday May 14th, 2012 from Cathy Nance. At first I was nervous because a great majority of the people I have come in contact with in the para community. Are well, pretty much hardbacks. I was really taken aback when we just clicked and began talking. It was so easy just to talk to Cathy, I really don't think we got much of an interview done. The only thing I think we agreed on was to have an investigation conducted later in the week. After explaining to Cathy about all the activity we had been experiencing. She was particulary interested in capturing whatever it was singing the ABC song.
The time leading up to the investigation I was all sorts of excited, giddy, and I wouldn't shut up. I continuously talked my husband and mother-in-law's ears off. Because not only would joining a team personally validate what I have encountered, but also validate the experiences of other people.
Saturday May 19th, 2012 was the day at eight o'clock PM is when the investigation happened. The first person that I met was Mike Ricksecker. In all honesty I thought that he was going to be the staunchly serious and brooding type. But actually he proved me wrong. He was reserved, yet very attentive, and open. I showed him around the property while we waited for the others to arrive. The next person I met was Johnny Longan and his mother Tena. After talking to John I really like him, he's spunky, and ready to have a good time. Tina is such a sweet heart, and is more concerned with others well being than herself. Finally I met Dustin Cupit, he was quiet most of the time up until we started getting a fair amount of activity.
After showing the rest of the team the property and giving them the run down. We decided to start in the girls room around where a majority of the activity occurs. Of course, we each picked a place to sit, and pow wow in the dark. We began asking the basic questions, "What's your name?", "How old are you?", "Do you know you're deceased?", "Can you give us a sign?". We originally broke out the ghost box and something was trying to communicate, but for some reason it couldn't come through. So we decided to do a basic EVP session, during this time John was joking about his weight and was doing the live playback while recording. I don't know if anyone else heard it. But he and I distinctly heard it, a man saying,"Fat ass".
Fifteen minutes or so into the session the room began feeling heavy and had a weight of deep sadness. About this time John began hearing all sorts of things on the recorder. After hitting on some serious topics. With the entities alluding to children being locked in the closet. Mike asked if he could be shown what happened, and he felt somebody touch his arm, and suddenly he felt just overwhelmed with sadness. It upset Mike so much that he had to leave the group and take a break. I began feeling light headed, and my upper body felt tingly with electric pricks.
Then we decided to go out to the shed and see if we couldn't find anything. Also to see if we couldn't stir up some more activity in the house. While we were out there we found old suitcases, broken down furniture, a table with an ICP clown drawn on it, a mildewed Bible, Harlequin romance novels, old television set, carpet, and a Christmas tree. We also found all sorts of paper work from Kansas and Indiana. Drug rehab facilities, alcoholics anonymous, and moneygrams.
We then decided on going into I and my husband's room. This is where we got most of our activity. The EMF detector stayed pretty steady except for the exception of it jumping to three. Which I was holding, while that happened, and that was pretty awesome. We decided to use the K2 as a method for questioning. That to respond "YES" to a question to make the K2 light up. From the answers we received there is a young woman about my age, and two males. One of the males answered a few of my questions, and that was all. The female did most of the talking.
We never really found out her name. Only that she enjoys being here, she likes our family, and wants to continue to be apart of it. This sounds like a nice sentiment and all, but I would much rather her move on. A ghost attachment is a very unhealthy thing. I am also uncomfortable knowing that one of the males plays with my oldest when she stays up at night. I don't approve of that all. As for now I am going to keep an eye on what happens, and there will possibly be a crossing over done in the future.
The day after they left I was getting ready to go to my mom's to pick up the girls. It had been raining on and off that day. So I went into their room to grab their coats. As I entered the room I saw a gray mist in the shape of a woman dash into their closet. I told her that she didn't have to be afraid. Also a candle my husband and I had used that night during the storm was moved from my living room shelf to my dining room table. It wasn't just sat there as if you would walk by and just set it down. It was in the middle of the table and pushed all the way back. As if being put out of reach of the children. Then later on I received an email from Johnny with all of the EVPs he captured. I am extremely proud of the one where the female says his name as clear as a bell, "Johnny." Also the one where you here one of the males say, "dumbshit" and the other male replies with , "fuck yeah." I have been showing them off to anyone who cares to listen.
Nearly a week after they left my husband was at work, all the girls were in bed, and I was on the computer. When I heard a woman about my age talking in our bedroom. I sat at the computer and said, "I can't understand you." The woman replied and something, then my name, and said a few more things. All I could understand was my name. So I replied, "I'm sorry, but I still can't understand you." So she speaks again, this time frustrated, but still the only thing I could understand was my name.
About four days ago I was asleep in bed with my husband. When I woke up at about nearly six AM to someone gently pushing me and before I could fully wake up. I heard a woman say, "Will you ever forgive me?" I don't know what she needed forgiveness for. But I told her that I forgive her.
The latest activity would be today. Whilst typing this blog entry I have been interrupted by walking above me, what sounds like a chair dragging, shuffling, a wooden box being dragged, and knocking. I think they know I am talking about them, and want to be included. Or just to annoy me.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
MY ADVENTURES IN ADA OKLAHOMA
During one of my stays in Ada while visiting my friends. My friend, her sister in law, my friend's boyfriend at the time, her room mate, and I decided to go investigating.
Our first stop was the petrified tree in Wintersmith Park. It originally had a security fence, but someone had cut through it. We looked around and decided to do an EVP session. We asked the normal questions, but my friend's once upon a boyfriend decided to ask some stupid questions. Suddenly we hear tree branches snapping, foot steps, rocks being thrown, and decided to leave. If anyone knows the history of the petrified tree. In the sixties and seventies local Satanists would perform animal sacrifices in front of it and a woman's body was found mutilated by it. So there is no telling what is out there. Not to mention the abandoned church nearby and loads of Indian burial ground about. As we made our way down the hill back to the car we heard something walking the path behind us. We stopped immediately and prayed.
After the Petrified Tree we headed out to Rosedale Cemetery. It was about one o'clock in the morning. I can't even describe the emotional atmosphere. Heavy, suffocating, oppressive, sadness, anger. It felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles and pinpricks. It was aweful, you also couldn't shake the feeling of being watched or followed. We stopped at an above ground coffin and did an EVP session, but something kept turning the recorder off. I walked up to this bush that on one entire side was missing its branches and was hollowed out like an alcove. I peered inside and several branches were being pulled back towards me in front of my face. We kept seeing ghost lights flitting about among the graves. Something touched my friend's sister in law. My friend's once upon a boyfriend was shoved. What took the cake was we heard a little girl's voice who was about nine or ten years old coming from the children's section, saying, "I didn't mean to do it." One of our friends is interred there, but she died after all this happened.
When we got back to my friend's house. We reviewed the evidence and the only thing we really got was intense growling coming from once upon a time boyfriend's recorder when we were at the Petrified Tree. We tried and couldn't recreate that.
I had went to my friend's roommate's parent's home (quite a mouthful) after first meeting her. Which her parent's house sits on top of Indian burial ground. I am a Native American, and as soon as we were on their road. I felt extremely unwelcome and threatened to my very core. It only got worse when I entered the house. I felt more than relieved when we were leaving.
Our first stop was the petrified tree in Wintersmith Park. It originally had a security fence, but someone had cut through it. We looked around and decided to do an EVP session. We asked the normal questions, but my friend's once upon a boyfriend decided to ask some stupid questions. Suddenly we hear tree branches snapping, foot steps, rocks being thrown, and decided to leave. If anyone knows the history of the petrified tree. In the sixties and seventies local Satanists would perform animal sacrifices in front of it and a woman's body was found mutilated by it. So there is no telling what is out there. Not to mention the abandoned church nearby and loads of Indian burial ground about. As we made our way down the hill back to the car we heard something walking the path behind us. We stopped immediately and prayed.
After the Petrified Tree we headed out to Rosedale Cemetery. It was about one o'clock in the morning. I can't even describe the emotional atmosphere. Heavy, suffocating, oppressive, sadness, anger. It felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of tiny needles and pinpricks. It was aweful, you also couldn't shake the feeling of being watched or followed. We stopped at an above ground coffin and did an EVP session, but something kept turning the recorder off. I walked up to this bush that on one entire side was missing its branches and was hollowed out like an alcove. I peered inside and several branches were being pulled back towards me in front of my face. We kept seeing ghost lights flitting about among the graves. Something touched my friend's sister in law. My friend's once upon a boyfriend was shoved. What took the cake was we heard a little girl's voice who was about nine or ten years old coming from the children's section, saying, "I didn't mean to do it." One of our friends is interred there, but she died after all this happened.
When we got back to my friend's house. We reviewed the evidence and the only thing we really got was intense growling coming from once upon a time boyfriend's recorder when we were at the Petrified Tree. We tried and couldn't recreate that.
I had went to my friend's roommate's parent's home (quite a mouthful) after first meeting her. Which her parent's house sits on top of Indian burial ground. I am a Native American, and as soon as we were on their road. I felt extremely unwelcome and threatened to my very core. It only got worse when I entered the house. I felt more than relieved when we were leaving.
PORTLAND HOUSE APARTMENTS OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
We moved into the apartment in the summer of 2008. After about a week o so of living there. I was sitting at the computer in the living room across from the kitchen. My husband was in the kitchen and was about to make tea and koolaid. He opened the fridge and grabbed one of the pitchers the plastic spouted kind with the handle. And the one behind it flew out and almost hit him in the face. It thudded on the living room not too far from my feet.
After my eldest daughter's first birthday we found out that we were expecting again. During my pregnancy with our second daughter I experienced a moment of paralysis. It was one of the most scariest moments of my life. I had to force myself to roll out of bed to regain feeling and be able to breathe.
Then about a year after living there we began hearing children laughing in our daughters room. When she wasn't there we heard what sounded like a baby giving blood curdling screams. My eldest would even talk to what sounded like a little girl answering her.
My friend died Christmas Eve of 2009. He commited suicide. The day before he died we said some horrible things to each other and even though I have forgiven myself it still hurts. A few months after he died I was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. When I heard a guy whisper my name into my ear. It sounded just like him.
Before we moved we found out that we were once again expecting. Our third and final child. Another little girl. A month before we moved their toys would go off. I would turn them off and they would go off and I would look to find them back on again.
After my eldest daughter's first birthday we found out that we were expecting again. During my pregnancy with our second daughter I experienced a moment of paralysis. It was one of the most scariest moments of my life. I had to force myself to roll out of bed to regain feeling and be able to breathe.
Then about a year after living there we began hearing children laughing in our daughters room. When she wasn't there we heard what sounded like a baby giving blood curdling screams. My eldest would even talk to what sounded like a little girl answering her.
My friend died Christmas Eve of 2009. He commited suicide. The day before he died we said some horrible things to each other and even though I have forgiven myself it still hurts. A few months after he died I was walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night. When I heard a guy whisper my name into my ear. It sounded just like him.
Before we moved we found out that we were once again expecting. Our third and final child. Another little girl. A month before we moved their toys would go off. I would turn them off and they would go off and I would look to find them back on again.
HERITAGE PARK APARTMENTS EL RENO, OKLAHOMA
After my husband and I were married in the beginning of 2007 I moved in with a good friend of mine in El Reno. Until my husband finished up his culinary training at Guthrie Job Corp. After my husband completed Job Corp we rented an apartment in the city of El Reno just a few blocks down from the High School and a few houses down from the local B&B. I had asked the manager about the history of the building because the architecture looked old. She told me that the complex had once been a hotel for people who traveling by train. Sort of like a boarding house of sorts, then it became a home for the elderly, and after that an apartment complex.
The first few months we had no activity what-so-ever. It wasn't until after we learned that we were expecting that things began to happen. First it was the feeling of being watched then like somebody was behind you. My black, male cat Artemis would bristle as if something had entered the room. He would hiss, scratch, and yowl at the air.
When I was almost six months pregnant. My friend who I had previously stayed with stayed the night to celebrate my husband's birthday party. She had slept in the living room and woke up to what felt like someone standing over her and watching her. She refused to stay the night after that opting for me to come over to her house.
While I was pregnant I craved Sid's chili cheese fries and banana shakes. So my husband bought me to large orders of chili cheese fries and a large banana shake before going to work. When I went to get a thing of the fries I found one of the containers out of the bag and on the cabinet. The container was open.
Also, we had a problem with jarred peanut butter. No matter where we put it, it would always end up in the fridge. So to test that neither of us were doing it we put the peanut butter in the highest kitchen cabinet and went out for a little bit. When we came back it was in the fridge again.
Things began getting ridiculous when I was eight months pregnant. My husband worked the graveyard shift and I was sitting on the couch watching t.v. When I heard this banging sound in the kitchen (the living room, kitchen, and dining room shared the same space.) I looked behind me to see the fridge rocking back and forth wildly. I got up and it stopped. There had already been a dent on the freezer door but when I looked it was almost five times the size it originally had been. As I was inspecting the fridge. The stove on the other side of the fridge jumped out half a foot from the wall. When my husband came home he saw the stove asked me if I had moved it. I'm like, "Yes. I am big and pregnant. I can barely move and decided to randomly pull the stove out. -rolls eyes-"
A couple of days after the kitchen incident. I was sitting on the couch while my husband was at work. When I felt somebody behind me. I turned and saw a boy standing in the hallway. He looked to be about thirteen, slightly taller than me, pale, black hair to his chin that had a jagged flip. Black pull over hoody, dark jeans, black blue and white tennis shoes. He looked like he was highly angry and frustrated. For a moment I thought somebody had broken into my house. Because he looked just like a normal person, completely solid. I asked "What are you doing here?" I didn't get a response. He just disappeared like he had never been there at all.
A week before my scheduled delivery I was home alone once again. I was using the bathroom and had the door closed. When I heard pacing. Walking from the living room and to the bathroom door. Several times before I opened the bathroom door. I was still using the bathroom after I opened the door. Then heard pacing in my bedroom. Going from the bedroom door to the closet door. Finally I left the bathroom and put my ear up to the bedroom door. I heard the pacing. I opened the bedroom door and left the light off. When I entered the bedroom the knob on the closet door was jiggling. I waited until it stopped and opened the closet door. There was nothing there.
After I had my daughter I had horrible dreams about the bedroom closet. I also had gut feelings that I should never leave her alone in the bedroom or even for me and her to be alone in the bedroom together.
The first few months we had no activity what-so-ever. It wasn't until after we learned that we were expecting that things began to happen. First it was the feeling of being watched then like somebody was behind you. My black, male cat Artemis would bristle as if something had entered the room. He would hiss, scratch, and yowl at the air.
When I was almost six months pregnant. My friend who I had previously stayed with stayed the night to celebrate my husband's birthday party. She had slept in the living room and woke up to what felt like someone standing over her and watching her. She refused to stay the night after that opting for me to come over to her house.
While I was pregnant I craved Sid's chili cheese fries and banana shakes. So my husband bought me to large orders of chili cheese fries and a large banana shake before going to work. When I went to get a thing of the fries I found one of the containers out of the bag and on the cabinet. The container was open.
Also, we had a problem with jarred peanut butter. No matter where we put it, it would always end up in the fridge. So to test that neither of us were doing it we put the peanut butter in the highest kitchen cabinet and went out for a little bit. When we came back it was in the fridge again.
Things began getting ridiculous when I was eight months pregnant. My husband worked the graveyard shift and I was sitting on the couch watching t.v. When I heard this banging sound in the kitchen (the living room, kitchen, and dining room shared the same space.) I looked behind me to see the fridge rocking back and forth wildly. I got up and it stopped. There had already been a dent on the freezer door but when I looked it was almost five times the size it originally had been. As I was inspecting the fridge. The stove on the other side of the fridge jumped out half a foot from the wall. When my husband came home he saw the stove asked me if I had moved it. I'm like, "Yes. I am big and pregnant. I can barely move and decided to randomly pull the stove out. -rolls eyes-"
A couple of days after the kitchen incident. I was sitting on the couch while my husband was at work. When I felt somebody behind me. I turned and saw a boy standing in the hallway. He looked to be about thirteen, slightly taller than me, pale, black hair to his chin that had a jagged flip. Black pull over hoody, dark jeans, black blue and white tennis shoes. He looked like he was highly angry and frustrated. For a moment I thought somebody had broken into my house. Because he looked just like a normal person, completely solid. I asked "What are you doing here?" I didn't get a response. He just disappeared like he had never been there at all.
A week before my scheduled delivery I was home alone once again. I was using the bathroom and had the door closed. When I heard pacing. Walking from the living room and to the bathroom door. Several times before I opened the bathroom door. I was still using the bathroom after I opened the door. Then heard pacing in my bedroom. Going from the bedroom door to the closet door. Finally I left the bathroom and put my ear up to the bedroom door. I heard the pacing. I opened the bedroom door and left the light off. When I entered the bedroom the knob on the closet door was jiggling. I waited until it stopped and opened the closet door. There was nothing there.
After I had my daughter I had horrible dreams about the bedroom closet. I also had gut feelings that I should never leave her alone in the bedroom or even for me and her to be alone in the bedroom together.
GUTHRIE OKLAHOMA JOB CORPS
I attended Guthrie Job Corp Center in the late summer of 2006. This is where I met my husband and best friend who is also a distant cousin of mine. I originally went to Job Corp to get my high school diploma and leave. Though while there I spent a couple of months in Culinary Arts not only because I was interested in cooking. But because my husband was in there. Unlike me he finished his trade and became a certified cook.
The history that I learned about it was that it was once a convent for nuns and later became Guthrie Job Corps. On the grounds they still have a cemetery where several of the nuns are still interred. During the time it was a convent there was a great fire and hardly anything was left except for the shed that is right next to the cemetery. Not only was it a monastery, but they also took in orphaned children. Not too far away from Job Corp was the old wayward boys home. The boys home was a hospital, sanitarium, and boarding school for boys with psychological issues. The home was demolished a few years ago. Also in Guthrie is the famed Stone Lion Inn, and the Pagan Temple.
During my stay at Guthrie Job Corp and the surrounding area I had a few strange experiences. Some that still bother me to this day. One of the main ones being the Jesus monument in the cemetery. It can be day or night if you take a picture of it. The face is completely distorted. The rest of the statue is completely fine except for the face. My only guess is that somebody or a group of people desecrated the cemetery in some way. At night my friends and I would walk by and a see a silhoutte of a nun flitting above the graves. Or walking to the shed. There are rumors that the mother superior didn't make it out of the fire.
In the boys dormitory they claimed that they saw a red and black mist with red eyes streak down the halls and it left an acrid stench. I have also heard from RA's of the boys dorm that they have seen it also and have smelled the stench. A few boys rooming together refused to stay in their room and wouldn't leave the RA office until they were given a new room. They claimed that this thing was terrorizing them on a nightly basis.
In my dorm we had some odd things happen as well. If the laundry room doors were not locked they would open and slam repeatedly on their own. We would hear someone running past our doors at night. A few girls claimed that objects would move about in their rooms. A girl I knew claimed that a shadow like man attacked her in her bathroom.
I don't know much about the 21+ dormitory except for lights flipping on and off.
Another place we experienced activity was an abandoned train in the woods. We had went AWOL so we could explore more of Guthrie. We came across a train with all of its main cars intact. It was a passenger train. Nothing happened until it began getting dark. We were in the third to last car. When we heard a few door slams. We thought somebody had gotten in the train with us. But as we hid in the car we were in we watched the door at the front of our car slam and the door at the end slam. So we got off the train and made like bats out of hell.
The history that I learned about it was that it was once a convent for nuns and later became Guthrie Job Corps. On the grounds they still have a cemetery where several of the nuns are still interred. During the time it was a convent there was a great fire and hardly anything was left except for the shed that is right next to the cemetery. Not only was it a monastery, but they also took in orphaned children. Not too far away from Job Corp was the old wayward boys home. The boys home was a hospital, sanitarium, and boarding school for boys with psychological issues. The home was demolished a few years ago. Also in Guthrie is the famed Stone Lion Inn, and the Pagan Temple.
During my stay at Guthrie Job Corp and the surrounding area I had a few strange experiences. Some that still bother me to this day. One of the main ones being the Jesus monument in the cemetery. It can be day or night if you take a picture of it. The face is completely distorted. The rest of the statue is completely fine except for the face. My only guess is that somebody or a group of people desecrated the cemetery in some way. At night my friends and I would walk by and a see a silhoutte of a nun flitting above the graves. Or walking to the shed. There are rumors that the mother superior didn't make it out of the fire.
In the boys dormitory they claimed that they saw a red and black mist with red eyes streak down the halls and it left an acrid stench. I have also heard from RA's of the boys dorm that they have seen it also and have smelled the stench. A few boys rooming together refused to stay in their room and wouldn't leave the RA office until they were given a new room. They claimed that this thing was terrorizing them on a nightly basis.
In my dorm we had some odd things happen as well. If the laundry room doors were not locked they would open and slam repeatedly on their own. We would hear someone running past our doors at night. A few girls claimed that objects would move about in their rooms. A girl I knew claimed that a shadow like man attacked her in her bathroom.
I don't know much about the 21+ dormitory except for lights flipping on and off.
Another place we experienced activity was an abandoned train in the woods. We had went AWOL so we could explore more of Guthrie. We came across a train with all of its main cars intact. It was a passenger train. Nothing happened until it began getting dark. We were in the third to last car. When we heard a few door slams. We thought somebody had gotten in the train with us. But as we hid in the car we were in we watched the door at the front of our car slam and the door at the end slam. So we got off the train and made like bats out of hell.
Monday, May 28, 2012
OTHER ENCOUNTERS IN EL RENO, OKLAHOMA
There was an abandoned train depot, that had an upstairs, and a downstairs. The downstairs was flooded with water going to the top of the stair case leading up to the main floor. Most of the windows were broken out and the doors were taken off or busted down. A friend of mine and I would hang out there. After a few minutes of entering the building the broken glass would move across the floor. You could see shadows moving in the upstairs rooms. Hear furniture being moved upstairs. If you looked through the water of the bottom level you could see shadow people walking about. I keep wondering if the place didn't have some sort of vortex. All of this activity happened during the day. We never went there at night.
There was also an abandoned train depot not to far from the high school that they remodeled. It was where my friends and I would go to hang out before school and after school. It was just a one level building akin to a barn. But it had the different sections for different trains to pull into. In each section it was filled with gravel and had chains hanging down. We would hear talking, whispering, and giggling during the day. One time a friend and I went there when it was getting dark. We were about to leave when a small rock was thrown at us. My friend being the person she is threw a rock in the direction from where the first one came. Then another rock was thrown at us. She threw one back. This kept going on until the rocks that were directed at us gradually became bigger. The next time we went was during the remodeling, and after a homeless man was found hung on one of the chains. We went around dusk like the time before and decided to ask questions. The only response we got was a barrage of rocks hurled at us and the chains in all the stalls began twirling like crazy.
There was also an abandoned train depot not to far from the high school that they remodeled. It was where my friends and I would go to hang out before school and after school. It was just a one level building akin to a barn. But it had the different sections for different trains to pull into. In each section it was filled with gravel and had chains hanging down. We would hear talking, whispering, and giggling during the day. One time a friend and I went there when it was getting dark. We were about to leave when a small rock was thrown at us. My friend being the person she is threw a rock in the direction from where the first one came. Then another rock was thrown at us. She threw one back. This kept going on until the rocks that were directed at us gradually became bigger. The next time we went was during the remodeling, and after a homeless man was found hung on one of the chains. We went around dusk like the time before and decided to ask questions. The only response we got was a barrage of rocks hurled at us and the chains in all the stalls began twirling like crazy.
MY MOM'S HOUSE (BANNER) EL RENO OKLAHOMA
We moved there when I was fourteen years old and that is where my mother still lives. The house is built on REALLY OLD farmland. It is actually apart of the Gun Club Housing Edition. I actually liked this house. The only things I didn't like about it was that it was in the middle of nowhere. Also I hate the guest bedroom of that house, it gives off an aweful vibe. My husband and I actually stayed in the guest bedroom after falling on hard times and having to stay with my mom. We stayed with her during the summer of 2011.
The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.
For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.
Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.
My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.
One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.
A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.
The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.
For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.
Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.
My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.
One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.
A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.
Monday, May 21, 2012
RYAN D. BUELL'S SECRET LEAKED
I am not apart of the Paranormal Research Society Bureau, nor do I know any of the members personally. Though I would like to share my rage about who ever put Ryan D. Buell's illness on blast VIA The Examiner. Thankfully the story was taken down. This is completely disgusting, and beyond selfish. Ryan told the members of the bureau PRIVATELY, wishing to publicly announce such a sensitive issue himself.
Either this person did it for a quick buck, or some sort of secret vendetta. Or possibly both. This person HAD to be a part of the bureau because Ryan's private message was quoted verbatim. Which in turn is making other bureau member's question if they can trust one another. I don't blame them in the slightest.
I believe that this was a direct personal attack and the person didn't care about the outcome. Nor the reprecussions. Hopefully they got all they wanted out of it as they watched their bridges burn.
What are your thoughts on this?
Either this person did it for a quick buck, or some sort of secret vendetta. Or possibly both. This person HAD to be a part of the bureau because Ryan's private message was quoted verbatim. Which in turn is making other bureau member's question if they can trust one another. I don't blame them in the slightest.
I believe that this was a direct personal attack and the person didn't care about the outcome. Nor the reprecussions. Hopefully they got all they wanted out of it as they watched their bridges burn.
What are your thoughts on this?
Saturday, May 5, 2012
AMBASSADOR COURTS APARTMENTS OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
Oh wow........this place is one of the places that I had most of my experiences. This should be fun......I don't even know where to start with this one.
Some of the very first things I remember was scratching, footsteps, talking, whispering, laughter, knocking within the walls. Not knocking on or behind the walls, but within. There were blood stains on the kitchen floor, upstairs hallway (it was a townhouse), bathroom, and in my mom's bedroom. In the kitchen there was a metal sheet behind the stove in case there was a fire, it had bullet indentions. The neighborhood wasn't a good neighborhood to begin with. Alot of street and gang violence, drugs, prostitution, and etc. The complex was apart of Section 8 housing. No more than five or six blocks away was the house we lived in on 15th and Byers. I was in fifth grade and attended my old school at Shidler (shy'd-ler) Elementary School.
The first things that happened to me were things in my room being rearranged. I could be home and set something on my dresser to come back a minute later to find it on my shelf. I heard maniacal laughter coming from my closet,also whispering, and talking. Scratching coming from inside my closet. My bedroom and my mom's shared a wall, at night time it would sound like and feel like static electricity emanating from this wall. My mom slept in the living room because her room echoed alot of the traffic outside. It got to the point that I slept in the living room too because of the noises in my room.
My mom became friends with this woman named Gloria who would sell her things. The activity in my room began to increase after my mom bought an old television set from her. The t.v. was put in my room. It was old and square with a wooden frame. You could tell it was something used in a hotel. My mom then bought a bedframe with a matching shelf, and wall shelf from her. I would hear banging coming from the television and weird sounds coming from it. My mom got rid of it and bought me a new t.v.
A couple of months after my mom bought the bedset my mom decided to try and sleep in her room again. My little brother slept in bed with her. At three o'clock in the morning my door opened and my bedroom light turned on, I heard someone say my name, it sounded JUST like my mom, "Destiny wake up. Wake up Destiny." I kept refusing to get up asking for five more minutes. When I felt my blanket being tugged, I kept pulling back. Suddenly it was ripped off of me and thrown across the room. I woke up and no one was there, but my bedroom door was open. I still thought it was my mom, so I started getting ready for school. My mom wakes up and asks what I'm doing and for me to go back to bed. An hour later I wake up to a woman in my dooryway her head was crooked like she was hanging, her feet were off the ground. She was completely white from her appearance to her clothes. She was smiling though.
One night I awoke to the feeling of someone getting in bed with me. My bedcovers getting yanked off continued. I had things being thrown, I had a can of bedhead hair texturizer thrown so hard that it exploded. My cats hated being in that room. I felt like I was constantly being followed in the apartment. I had something try to push me down the stairs and even pull my hair. I had the bathroom lights turned off on me and the light switch was in the off position. I started hearing the sound of marbles on my floor.
One time I was taking a bath and out of the corner of my eyes saw these two demonic looking things on either side of the sink. They were a little taller than me. Their backs were to eachother, but heads were facing me. They were skeletal and bone white. They had horns with a crown of thorns around them. They were also illuminated looking, they had a glow to them. I laid down in the tub acting like I didn't see them. Until they finally went away.
A few days after that I watched a Bible being scooted off my shelf and onto the floor. That was when I decided to do something. I put a bible in my closet, under my bed, and on top of my bed. I turned the t.v. to the Jesus Channel, and my radio to a Christian network. I read Bible passages and prayed after about twenty minutes I heard a groan and my blinds shot up and my window opened. Nothing happened after that until.....
We went to a family reunion in Arkansas. While we were there we went to the cemetery where my grandpa is buried. There was a freshly dug grave in the back, for some reason, I was just pulled to it. I walked around and looked at it. The cemetery is on a mountain top and the ground is already soft. But it had rained and the mud was like super glue. I walked away from the grave and got stuck in the mud. I felt something touch my shoulder and that gave me the energy to break free, and speed walk away. When we came home I felt like something was following me. It didn't feel malevolent like before. It felt curious, but it was still just unnerving. I finally said, "If you leave me alone. Everytime I go to that cemetery I will visit you." Suddenly it just stopped.
Some of the very first things I remember was scratching, footsteps, talking, whispering, laughter, knocking within the walls. Not knocking on or behind the walls, but within. There were blood stains on the kitchen floor, upstairs hallway (it was a townhouse), bathroom, and in my mom's bedroom. In the kitchen there was a metal sheet behind the stove in case there was a fire, it had bullet indentions. The neighborhood wasn't a good neighborhood to begin with. Alot of street and gang violence, drugs, prostitution, and etc. The complex was apart of Section 8 housing. No more than five or six blocks away was the house we lived in on 15th and Byers. I was in fifth grade and attended my old school at Shidler (shy'd-ler) Elementary School.
The first things that happened to me were things in my room being rearranged. I could be home and set something on my dresser to come back a minute later to find it on my shelf. I heard maniacal laughter coming from my closet,also whispering, and talking. Scratching coming from inside my closet. My bedroom and my mom's shared a wall, at night time it would sound like and feel like static electricity emanating from this wall. My mom slept in the living room because her room echoed alot of the traffic outside. It got to the point that I slept in the living room too because of the noises in my room.
My mom became friends with this woman named Gloria who would sell her things. The activity in my room began to increase after my mom bought an old television set from her. The t.v. was put in my room. It was old and square with a wooden frame. You could tell it was something used in a hotel. My mom then bought a bedframe with a matching shelf, and wall shelf from her. I would hear banging coming from the television and weird sounds coming from it. My mom got rid of it and bought me a new t.v.
A couple of months after my mom bought the bedset my mom decided to try and sleep in her room again. My little brother slept in bed with her. At three o'clock in the morning my door opened and my bedroom light turned on, I heard someone say my name, it sounded JUST like my mom, "Destiny wake up. Wake up Destiny." I kept refusing to get up asking for five more minutes. When I felt my blanket being tugged, I kept pulling back. Suddenly it was ripped off of me and thrown across the room. I woke up and no one was there, but my bedroom door was open. I still thought it was my mom, so I started getting ready for school. My mom wakes up and asks what I'm doing and for me to go back to bed. An hour later I wake up to a woman in my dooryway her head was crooked like she was hanging, her feet were off the ground. She was completely white from her appearance to her clothes. She was smiling though.
One night I awoke to the feeling of someone getting in bed with me. My bedcovers getting yanked off continued. I had things being thrown, I had a can of bedhead hair texturizer thrown so hard that it exploded. My cats hated being in that room. I felt like I was constantly being followed in the apartment. I had something try to push me down the stairs and even pull my hair. I had the bathroom lights turned off on me and the light switch was in the off position. I started hearing the sound of marbles on my floor.
One time I was taking a bath and out of the corner of my eyes saw these two demonic looking things on either side of the sink. They were a little taller than me. Their backs were to eachother, but heads were facing me. They were skeletal and bone white. They had horns with a crown of thorns around them. They were also illuminated looking, they had a glow to them. I laid down in the tub acting like I didn't see them. Until they finally went away.
A few days after that I watched a Bible being scooted off my shelf and onto the floor. That was when I decided to do something. I put a bible in my closet, under my bed, and on top of my bed. I turned the t.v. to the Jesus Channel, and my radio to a Christian network. I read Bible passages and prayed after about twenty minutes I heard a groan and my blinds shot up and my window opened. Nothing happened after that until.....
We went to a family reunion in Arkansas. While we were there we went to the cemetery where my grandpa is buried. There was a freshly dug grave in the back, for some reason, I was just pulled to it. I walked around and looked at it. The cemetery is on a mountain top and the ground is already soft. But it had rained and the mud was like super glue. I walked away from the grave and got stuck in the mud. I felt something touch my shoulder and that gave me the energy to break free, and speed walk away. When we came home I felt like something was following me. It didn't feel malevolent like before. It felt curious, but it was still just unnerving. I finally said, "If you leave me alone. Everytime I go to that cemetery I will visit you." Suddenly it just stopped.
GRANDVILLE APARTMENTS IN BETHANY OKLAHOMA
I forgot how old I was when we lived there or what grade I was in. The only thing that I really remember is my friend Melissa and I were sitting in my closet. We had a flashlight on a small plastic table in there while we talked. We were trying to get away from my little brother. When we heard a cough coming from within the closet, it was neither of us. When we looked up there was an apparition of a woman looking down at us. Of course we freaked out and ran. You could see her down to the beginning of her chest. She was a light smoky grey color, had poofy curly hair pinned back, sharp features, petite looking, and had no eyes. She was on the shelf bent down looking at us her hands on the hanger bar.
Also while living there, I had a dream about my stepdad dying. He is a semi driver. At the time we didn't have a regular vehicle, when he was in town we drove around in his semi. Well on the Fourth of July we bought some firecrackers, roman candles, bottle rockets, etc. We decided to drive out in the middle of nowhere off of a quiet highway. We were out there for about two hours or so. He had parked his semi in front of a ravine that sheered down about 25-30 feet. The back of the semi was facing the ravine. When we went to pull out the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the highway leading to the ravine, was pulling the truck backward. My stepfather had me, my mom, and little brother get out of the truck. We heard his engine screech real loud and then the semi just roll back followed by a bang. The back wheels and part of the trailer hook up were over the ledge. My mom and I finally started screaming at him to get out, but he refused. So far we were the only ones out there, finally a man his wife and teenage son were driving by, and heard our frantic screams to get my stepdad to stop. They drove a Ford F120 pickup and used a chain to try to pull the semi out. For the first thirty minutes or so the truck struggled to pull him out. A couple of times they were almost pulled in with him, but finally they were able to pull him out. I had a dream about the exact same thing that happened to us. Except nobody came to help us, and my stepdad plunged into the ravine.
Also while living there, I had a dream about my stepdad dying. He is a semi driver. At the time we didn't have a regular vehicle, when he was in town we drove around in his semi. Well on the Fourth of July we bought some firecrackers, roman candles, bottle rockets, etc. We decided to drive out in the middle of nowhere off of a quiet highway. We were out there for about two hours or so. He had parked his semi in front of a ravine that sheered down about 25-30 feet. The back of the semi was facing the ravine. When we went to pull out the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the highway leading to the ravine, was pulling the truck backward. My stepfather had me, my mom, and little brother get out of the truck. We heard his engine screech real loud and then the semi just roll back followed by a bang. The back wheels and part of the trailer hook up were over the ledge. My mom and I finally started screaming at him to get out, but he refused. So far we were the only ones out there, finally a man his wife and teenage son were driving by, and heard our frantic screams to get my stepdad to stop. They drove a Ford F120 pickup and used a chain to try to pull the semi out. For the first thirty minutes or so the truck struggled to pull him out. A couple of times they were almost pulled in with him, but finally they were able to pull him out. I had a dream about the exact same thing that happened to us. Except nobody came to help us, and my stepdad plunged into the ravine.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE ON 31ST&SHIELDS OKALHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
Some of the first things I remember are seeing orbs in my grandma's backyard at night. My cousin and I would both see them while sleeping in the guest room. It would freak us out and we would tack blankets over the curtains. I don't know the history of that house. I do know that an elderly woman lived in the house to the left of my grandma's. She would make me clothes out of scrap fabric. The woman died in the house. Though nothing ever happened.
A couple neighborhood boys and I would run around the neighborhood on our bikes. One of our favorite things was exploring abandoned houses. We found one house not that far from my grandma's. Apparently the people who had formerly lived there. Were jewelry makers and left several pieces behind. Along with toys and furniture. One time while we were there. We heard a light scratching sound. We went into the garage and watched as some pieces of glass pendants were moving along the floor. They weren't rolling or had been dropped, but actually moving. I actually took several of them and gave them to my mom.
There was another abondoned house down the street from my grandma's. We would go through the alley to get to it. We could never get in the house, but we would jump the steal fence. One of the odd things about this house was that it had so many trees in the backyard you couldn't walk through the yard. You had to climb tree to tree. All of the trees were peach trees, every single one of them. We would pick the peaches and eat them. One day we were in a tree in the middle of the mini 'peach forest', eating our fill. When peaches were being hurled at us. I know when fruit gets ripe, it gets heavy, and falls if its not picked. They weren't falling. They were being thrown. We never really ventured into the peach forest again after that.
In the house to the left of my grandma's where the elderly woman had lived. My uncle, aunt, and male cousin moved in. I would always take my aunt's spray water bottle and use it for random things. She wouldn't get upset, a little frustrated though. Until she finally bought me my own. My aunt was a heroine addict and that's how she finally met her end. My uncle did roofing and siding and had to travel alot for the job. One day he left for Texas for a week. On the way to his job site he dropped my cousin off at a family member's house. For the first three days of that week. We saw no hide nor hair of my aunt. I was really close to her and always wanted to be around her. The third day I finally decided to look in the windows. I saw her face down in the laundry room, blood pooled around her, and she was bloated. She was a green-blue color. I was the only one home and went and got a neighbor. Who was a childhood friend of my dad's (he's now deceased, he was murdered). He broke down the back door which led to the laundry room. She had died from an air bubble to her heart from injecting herself with heroine. She had laid in the house dead for three days. I never got to go to her funeral. My dad and them said I was too young. A few weeks after her death I was asleep in my grandma's house. When I heard the front door open, footsteps, and then someone in the bathroom, I heard my water bottle spritz a few times, and then heard someone walk out, and shut the front door. It had been raining that night. I looked and there were wet footprints on the wood floor. I followed them next door and saw them on the front steps of the house next door. My uncle moved out immediately after my aunt died, and the house was left abandoned. I think it was her way of saying goodbye since I didn't get to.
Across the street and a few houses down lived a woman named Gloria. She was very nice and took me and my cousins to church with her. She would also give us money to run down the street to Braum's and get her something. Whatever money was left she would have us get something to eat. One summer she went on a missionary trip with the church to South America. While they were there they had performed an exorcism on a woman. When they came back after a couple of weeks. Gloria wasn't the same. She wouldn't come out of her house, people from the church left prayer baskets on her porch, they would just sit there and rot. About two months later Gloria came to church and sat in the very back. Each service after that she would try to get closer to the front and it would look like she was in alot of pain. One day she was three pews from the altar. She stood up in the middle of service and tried to go to the altar. She collapsed before she could, and started choking. There was a bulge in her throat the size of a baseball, and it was moving. Members of the church hurriedly picked her up and took her out of the church. I never saw her again after that. One day a few months later I walked down to her house to see if she was there. Her two sons and her daughter were there packing up her stuff. They said she had died. I remember her eldest son complaining inside the house about 'all the satanic crap'. Which struck me as odd because the entire time I knew Gloria she was a God fearing woman. It makes me wonder what happened to her after the mission trip.
Also down the street was a creek the neighborhood kids and I would play in. One day me and one of my male cousins decided to explore the tunnels in the creek. We had only gone a few feet into the first one when my cousin was looking up at the concrete shelves. Something caught his eye and he climbed up the side of the wall and grabbed something off the shelf. It was a decompsing human finger. I was thoroughly freaked and disgusted. I ran back home and told my aunt and uncle. They called the police and met my cousin at the tunnel. The police explored the tunnel. They found a thumb, half of a jaw bone, part of a skull, a hand, and a leg bone. They said either someone had flushed the body parts or a homeless man died in the tunnels. I know that's not paranormal, but its creepy.
When I was in my early teens. Me and a female cousin were walking around the neighborhood. It was about one in the morning and we were around the creek. When we heard chanting. We of course became curious and walked around peeking over the edges into the creek bed. When we saw a girl and guy about our age wearing all black. The guy was in the middle of decapitating a dog, and the girl was cutting of pieces of the dog, and eating it. They had votive candles, and everything. We were trying to be quiet when I tripped over a rock. They looked up from the creek bed and we bolted. We called the police and they went and investigated. All they found was a headless dog stuffed in a drainage pipe.
My last experience was when I was in my early teens. My grandma likes collecting chickens, and clowns. She had gotten really into collecting the miniature porcelain clowns with the stuffed bodies.. She went to an antique shop and bought one that was made in 1915. She had four curio cabinets. Two in the living room, and two in the dining room. She placed it in one in the living room. Not only did it give me the creeps, but my older brother as well. I was the only person at my grandma's. I laid down to take a nap on the couch. When I woke up the clown was on the mantle of her fireplace. I picked it up and put it in a curio cabinet in the dining room. Watched some tv, went to the bathroom, and came out. It was on the mantle again. So I dec ided to go for a walk until my brother got home. When he came home. I told him about the clown. He said he had a similar experience with it. He became so unnerved he wrapped it in a sheet and placed it in a shoe box in my grandma's closet. He shut the closet door, and her bedroom door. Took a shower, and when he went in the living room. It was back on the mantle. He was the only there at the time too.
A couple neighborhood boys and I would run around the neighborhood on our bikes. One of our favorite things was exploring abandoned houses. We found one house not that far from my grandma's. Apparently the people who had formerly lived there. Were jewelry makers and left several pieces behind. Along with toys and furniture. One time while we were there. We heard a light scratching sound. We went into the garage and watched as some pieces of glass pendants were moving along the floor. They weren't rolling or had been dropped, but actually moving. I actually took several of them and gave them to my mom.
There was another abondoned house down the street from my grandma's. We would go through the alley to get to it. We could never get in the house, but we would jump the steal fence. One of the odd things about this house was that it had so many trees in the backyard you couldn't walk through the yard. You had to climb tree to tree. All of the trees were peach trees, every single one of them. We would pick the peaches and eat them. One day we were in a tree in the middle of the mini 'peach forest', eating our fill. When peaches were being hurled at us. I know when fruit gets ripe, it gets heavy, and falls if its not picked. They weren't falling. They were being thrown. We never really ventured into the peach forest again after that.
In the house to the left of my grandma's where the elderly woman had lived. My uncle, aunt, and male cousin moved in. I would always take my aunt's spray water bottle and use it for random things. She wouldn't get upset, a little frustrated though. Until she finally bought me my own. My aunt was a heroine addict and that's how she finally met her end. My uncle did roofing and siding and had to travel alot for the job. One day he left for Texas for a week. On the way to his job site he dropped my cousin off at a family member's house. For the first three days of that week. We saw no hide nor hair of my aunt. I was really close to her and always wanted to be around her. The third day I finally decided to look in the windows. I saw her face down in the laundry room, blood pooled around her, and she was bloated. She was a green-blue color. I was the only one home and went and got a neighbor. Who was a childhood friend of my dad's (he's now deceased, he was murdered). He broke down the back door which led to the laundry room. She had died from an air bubble to her heart from injecting herself with heroine. She had laid in the house dead for three days. I never got to go to her funeral. My dad and them said I was too young. A few weeks after her death I was asleep in my grandma's house. When I heard the front door open, footsteps, and then someone in the bathroom, I heard my water bottle spritz a few times, and then heard someone walk out, and shut the front door. It had been raining that night. I looked and there were wet footprints on the wood floor. I followed them next door and saw them on the front steps of the house next door. My uncle moved out immediately after my aunt died, and the house was left abandoned. I think it was her way of saying goodbye since I didn't get to.
Across the street and a few houses down lived a woman named Gloria. She was very nice and took me and my cousins to church with her. She would also give us money to run down the street to Braum's and get her something. Whatever money was left she would have us get something to eat. One summer she went on a missionary trip with the church to South America. While they were there they had performed an exorcism on a woman. When they came back after a couple of weeks. Gloria wasn't the same. She wouldn't come out of her house, people from the church left prayer baskets on her porch, they would just sit there and rot. About two months later Gloria came to church and sat in the very back. Each service after that she would try to get closer to the front and it would look like she was in alot of pain. One day she was three pews from the altar. She stood up in the middle of service and tried to go to the altar. She collapsed before she could, and started choking. There was a bulge in her throat the size of a baseball, and it was moving. Members of the church hurriedly picked her up and took her out of the church. I never saw her again after that. One day a few months later I walked down to her house to see if she was there. Her two sons and her daughter were there packing up her stuff. They said she had died. I remember her eldest son complaining inside the house about 'all the satanic crap'. Which struck me as odd because the entire time I knew Gloria she was a God fearing woman. It makes me wonder what happened to her after the mission trip.
Also down the street was a creek the neighborhood kids and I would play in. One day me and one of my male cousins decided to explore the tunnels in the creek. We had only gone a few feet into the first one when my cousin was looking up at the concrete shelves. Something caught his eye and he climbed up the side of the wall and grabbed something off the shelf. It was a decompsing human finger. I was thoroughly freaked and disgusted. I ran back home and told my aunt and uncle. They called the police and met my cousin at the tunnel. The police explored the tunnel. They found a thumb, half of a jaw bone, part of a skull, a hand, and a leg bone. They said either someone had flushed the body parts or a homeless man died in the tunnels. I know that's not paranormal, but its creepy.
When I was in my early teens. Me and a female cousin were walking around the neighborhood. It was about one in the morning and we were around the creek. When we heard chanting. We of course became curious and walked around peeking over the edges into the creek bed. When we saw a girl and guy about our age wearing all black. The guy was in the middle of decapitating a dog, and the girl was cutting of pieces of the dog, and eating it. They had votive candles, and everything. We were trying to be quiet when I tripped over a rock. They looked up from the creek bed and we bolted. We called the police and they went and investigated. All they found was a headless dog stuffed in a drainage pipe.
My last experience was when I was in my early teens. My grandma likes collecting chickens, and clowns. She had gotten really into collecting the miniature porcelain clowns with the stuffed bodies.. She went to an antique shop and bought one that was made in 1915. She had four curio cabinets. Two in the living room, and two in the dining room. She placed it in one in the living room. Not only did it give me the creeps, but my older brother as well. I was the only person at my grandma's. I laid down to take a nap on the couch. When I woke up the clown was on the mantle of her fireplace. I picked it up and put it in a curio cabinet in the dining room. Watched some tv, went to the bathroom, and came out. It was on the mantle again. So I dec ided to go for a walk until my brother got home. When he came home. I told him about the clown. He said he had a similar experience with it. He became so unnerved he wrapped it in a sheet and placed it in a shoe box in my grandma's closet. He shut the closet door, and her bedroom door. Took a shower, and when he went in the living room. It was back on the mantle. He was the only there at the time too.
HOUSE ON INDIANA STREET OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
This one is going to be super short.
The only thing that happened to me in that house. Was the t.v. changing channels and a smokey like apparition in the shape of an upside down candy cane hovering over the Christmas Tree. My mom experienced more things than I did in that house.
I do remember there being blood stains on the kitchen floor.
The only thing that happened to me in that house. Was the t.v. changing channels and a smokey like apparition in the shape of an upside down candy cane hovering over the Christmas Tree. My mom experienced more things than I did in that house.
I do remember there being blood stains on the kitchen floor.
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