MY FIRST TIME AT BLACK BEAR CHURCH

I had never been to Black Bear Church in Olive Township, but I have heard many stories about it. I have heard stories of strange noises, shadow people, robed creatures, phantom cars, lights, physical attacks (namely shoving and biting)and disembodied voices. I have heard these accounts from personal friends, online, and other sources.

The night I did the collaboration with Bob Sorg, Chris Borthick, and Logan Corelli at Enid Cemetery. Logan Corelli took me there afterwards just to show me it. It is on your way to Enid while taking 81.

On the way there it was 2 AM and the sky was pitch black, there were massive storm clouds that were darker than the sky, and an extreme lightning display. Practically the perfect atmosphere for a place with such a twisted history and bizarre activity. It was like being on the set of a horror movie. **I can imagine the set up like this:

"Two friends who are paranormal investigators ,were heading out for a thrill on an abandoned road. They were on their way to a haunted location where occult practices have occured. After they arrived, they were never seen again. This is the true story of what people speculated happened to them."


It will be a box office smash and blow Paranormal Activity out of the water. Mike Ricksecker will write a movie review for it on Examiner.com**

Anyways....(still laughing) we turned off of 81 and began heading down the road. There was nothing but empty open fields, trees, trees, and more trees. Another thing about the storm it wasn't around us, but behind us. Almost as if the area had its own weather. Even after leaving, the storm never headed in that direction.

We get there and Logan parks in front of it. We never get out of the car, we just sit there, and look at it. The church is almost in complete ruins, nature is overtaking it, and the land is overgrown. The cemetery across the street is fully maintained. I sensed something there, but it kept out of mental reach of me.

Nothing happened on the way there, or while we were there. Although on the way back....we get to the first intersection and there is a dip in the road. The car's shadow fills the dip, and I see something darker than the shadow. On its hands and knees crawl across the street and into the tree line.

Then after we get back on 81 and go down the road when this tall, slender shadow person. That is taller than the car, with long, bushy hair walks across the road, and disappears into an empty field.

Logan looks at me and says, "Did you see that? What the fuck was that thing?" I was speechless.

It almost seems like they roam all over that abandoned country side, and then congregate in Black Bear church.

This place is a definite must go for me.

ENID CEMETERY

This was a joint investigation of three different teams. I and Logan's group (Logan Corelli and I) , Christian Borthick's group (Chris, Logan Vukusich,and Dustin Cupit), and Bob Sorg's group (Bob, Nancy Rahm, Ehteena Stotts). We also had the cemetery's curator with us and her male companion. The whole focus of this investigation was the mausoleum, although we did get activity elsewhere in the cemetery itself.

Bob's group has been there before, they have gotten EVP's, disembodied whimpering, and K2 hits. They arrived at 9 PM, and already had some equipment out. They had the ovelis running, the thermal gun, and the K2 out. They were receiving activity from three of the headstones in front and to the right of the mausoleum. Mainly from a spirit called "Pete" who followed Ehteena everywhere saying her name on the Ghost Box.

Logan and I arrived at 10 PM, after having a lovely time with Logan's GPS, and consulting his Atlas. Because the directions seemed a bit off, yet we still managed to get there. When we were 17 miles away from the location (was looking at the GPS), I began to feel something. When we were 2 miles away, it felt like I was being jabbed in the stomach. When we reached the cemetery and I got out it instantly felt like we had a thousand eyes on us. It was almost like everybody in the cemetery was in attendance for the event. I also automatically picked up on the names "Ann Margaret, and Frank". Also alot of the spirits seemed to enjoy Bob and Nancy's company. While walking the stairs up to the door I was greeted by a disembodied, and husky, "Hey!".

Chris' team showed up at about 10:30-11PM, that is when the curator unlocked the mausoleum for us, and we began heading inside. When we entered I had a sense of peace, and lonliness. I didn't feel anything harmful at all. There were still pews out for a memorial service that had been held there not long ago. You could still feel the lingering emotions. We sat down in the pews and began doing a ghost box session. I have heard alot of spirits trying to speak at once on a ghost box, but the amount trying to come through was intense. I can't count how many times I had to tell them to "take turns" so we can hear.

We kept getting a man coming through who sounded perpetually frustrated, a woman named Anna, a man named Victor, and a little girl named Amanda. I also kept getting my right ankle grabbed by something with a strong grip and it was extremely cold. Ehteena kept putting the thermal gun on my ankle and was getting some amazing hits. Before we left for the basement we got Pete saying on the ghost box, "husband Ehteena's husband." Which spurred on going jokes for the rest of the night. I also told Amanda that we were going to go down to the basement and play games. Before I hit the final step in the basement, you could hear Amanda on the ghost box saying, "Will you please play with me?".

Mainly the activity we got in the basement of the mausoleum was on the ghost box, and we got the temperature gun to change colors a few times, also the mag light went on once.

We then ventured outside and I went walking on my own. Which I always do so I can communicate one on one with the spirits at the location. I walked through the graveyard saying, "We are not here to harm you in anyway. We are only here to communicate, and to prove to people that there is a life after death. To prove that you still exist, and to show people that you still matter." This confused one male spirit. He told me, "But we all go away in the end." So I replied, "Yes death is inevitable, it comes to us all, but that doesn't mean it is the end. All of you are proof to that." I am also very respectful and courteous especially in graveyards. If I step on a fresh mound or flat headstone, I say that I am sorry. I also ask permission before I sit down, and then thank them for their time. I accidentally stepped on a fresh grave while walking, and instantly heard someone say, "Becareful."

I came back and asked Ehteena if she would like to walk with me, and this time we brought the ghost box with us. We were walking and I asked, "Should we go straight, or go right?" We hear one spirit say, "Left", and another say, "straight". So we went to the left of the path, and kept going straight.

After awhile the curator asked if we could do a session at her son's grave. Her son was murdered on his motorcycle at the age of 27. We didn't get much, only, "Hey, mom, and Daniel". Although as we were heading to his grave, Logan C. saw two shadow figures come from the left of the mausoleum, and disappear.

Before we left Ehteena and I walked to the outside building where they hold the funerals. We went to the backdoor first, and I did the "shave and a hair cut" knock. Something on the other side of the door finished the knock. We decided to go to the front door, and do a scenario because it was about to storm. I knocked on the door, and said, "Excuse me. Can we come in? Its cold out and its about to pour down rain. Can you give us shelter?"
Suddenly you could see the curtain move, but that was it. It was almost like somebody looked outside and decided not to let us in. Hopefully we can investigate that building next time.

We all headed back to the mausoleum to grab our stuff, and say our goodbyes. As I was exiting, I heard a man call up from the basement, "Goodbye."

I can't wait to head back sometime.

ARAPAHO CEMETERY-PART TWO

Bob Sorg (Director of 81 Group) and I had been planning for weeks about going out to Arapaho. Bob did not go out with us the last time we had went, and was very interested in the prospective activity. As I have said before in my last blog article about this location, "Anybody who goes will not leave disappointed." So I had asked Logan Corelli if he would care to join us on our investigation. I also had asked Meagan Chatley and Brittney Smith if they would like to as well since they went last time. Brittney and Meagan weren't able to go due to having family visiting them. It ended up being me, Logan, Bob, and Bob's friend Nancy Rahm (also a member of 81 Group) who went. We decided to meet in El Reno and then head out from there.

When we got to the cemetery it was still daylight and we were the only ones there besides a man visiting the grave of his daughter. We decided to just walk around a bit and get Bob and Nancy more acquainted to their surroundings. I began to feel some spirits I had spoken to the first time as we made our rounds. Especially Maggie and William (who insists on being called Bill) continued to follow me. Several times that night I kept feeling Bill behind me, looking over my shoulder, and it got so annoying. It was even more annoying when Bill's head kept brushing against my ear when he would look over my shoulder. What is also annoying is I can physically feel a spirit's presence, and hear them speak, but I can't see them unless they want me to. So imagine feeling somebody behind you (body against body) and then feel pressure on your shoulder from them looking over it, and then feel almost like hair brush against your ear when they turn their head......yet you can't SEE them. It would get severely annoying, would it not? I kept turning in circles waiting to see a man behind me, but to no avail. It was like trying to catch the coat tails of the invisible man.

Maggie was there too but she kept her distance because she was unsure of Bob and Nancy. She kept asking me about them, and what they wanted. I had to keep reassuring her about them and that they meant her no harm. Maggie also went on to say that the other spirits are getting weary because it seems like everytime we come back that we are bringing more and more people. I had to reassure her then to that we would try to keep the people to a minimum.

When Bob first tuned on the Ghost Box the first thing to come through was the sounds of a piano followed by several spirits saying Bob's name. Then we began getting a handful of spirits asking us why we were there and that we needed to take our business elsewhere. Through out the night we got all sorts of things to come through. Ranging from mechanical noises (which a spirit indentified as the protectors speaking), a vintage bicycle bell, piana, snare drum, violin, having our names said, and so on.

The last time I went Cathy didn't get out much equipment so almost all of what we got was sensory phenomena. But Bob busted out alot of fun things (sounds naughty, huh?) and we managed to interact with Robina Smith, her father G.W. Smith, and her cousin Evelyn Maloy. It was funny because when we put Bob's Ghost Box on Evelyn's grave, and I sat down in front of her headstone. I heard this loud woman's voice come through, "Maloy!" We heard George several times crying out, "Robina! Robina! My sweet Robina!" Robina talked some on the Ghost Box, but she preferred using the lights to speak. Evelyn was more prevalent than both of them, speaking constantly through the Ghost Box, and with the lights.

During our grave side visit with Robina, George, and Evelyn I kept getting the sensation of being pulled, and feeling restless. So I decided to follow whatever was tugging at me. I was led quite a bit away from the group and I began seeing a red orb that was fiery and bigger than my fist. I asked it if it wanted me to follow it, it grew brighter and began leading me past headstones. Suddenly I realized it was leading me to the road, and I stopped. If you know anything about Arapaho Cemetery the road is where "The Protectors" are and I was not about to head out there alone. I told the orb, "I will follow you anywhere you wish to guide me in the cemetery, But I refuse to go out onto the road." So I followed it in loops around the cemetery and finally it began heading out to the road again. So I decided to turn around and make my way back to the group. Which when I got back to Robina's grave they weren't there and had moved to a different spot.

They were at the grave of a woman named Pearl and a confederate soldier was buried next to her. Pearl was greatly fascinated with the equipment, but she also felt like we were being intrusive, and that we should leave. I kept getting the feeling of being shoved, and Bill told me to leave her alone. So I went exploring by myself again and stumbled upon a grave I didn't see during our last visit. It was closed off and had a tall pillar. I went inside the boxed in area and looked at the headstone. It had the Free Mason symbol on it and was slowly falling apart. The names on it were weather worn but readable. It was the grave of Joseph and Eliza Crippen. While studying the massive headstone I found a massive chunk of it laying on the ground. As soon as I picked it up I heard a woman's voice say, "Take it." I told her that I wouldn't feel right taking it, and set it down. Then I went in search of the group.

Bob, Logan, and Nancy were still at Pearl's grave and as I was approaching and they told me that a spirit was asking for me by name. I said hello and then we said our goodbyes then decided to go to Joseph and Eliza's grave. After we set up I decided to ask about the rock since we had the Ghost Box over there. I asked, "Do you want me to still take the rock?" I heard a woman say, "Yes". I asked, "Are you sure?" I heard a man say, "No." Then I told them, "I am confused. Can I have the rock or not?" Bob got an EVP of a woman who we all heard at the time, exclaim really loudly, "Take it!"
So I took the rock and told them thank you. Then we said our goodbyes and decided to go back to Robina's grave before saying our goodbyes.

We didn't talk much to Robina it was mostly Evelyn again. She told us that the Protectors would be paying us a visit and that they do not care whether they have permission or not. Which Bob wasn't too happy to hear. Also Maggie wasn't too thrilled that I was leaving again and insisted that I stay. I told her that I couldn't stay, but I would come back and visit. She told me "Goodbye" on the Ghost Box. I feel sort of bad that I didn't actually visit Maggie's grave while there, but I couldn't find it. I stumbled upon it by accident the last time we were there.

It is kind of weird to say it, but I have friends at that cemetery now Maggie, Bill, and apparenty Eliza. I will be sure to visit them each and every time we go there.

(This is the rock that I was given that was apart of the Crippen headstone. I know the writing is crappy, but you try being a calligrapher with a crayola marker on a bumpy, curcy surface. I have been keeping it on top of my fridge, so in case it gives me any activity, it will be in the focal point of my home.)

ARAPAHO CEMETERY-ARAPAHO OKLAHOMA

I really haven’t been to too many cemeteries to investigate. Yet I believe that this one in particular takes the cake. It is nestled out in the middle of nowhere besides the few stray houses you come across. When the sun goes down over the horizon, it becomes black as pitch. Which is the ideal feel for a cemetery, you want it as dark and quiet as possible.

Some of the team members and I went in search of Robena Smith’s grave. It is said that if you stand before her grave that she will speak to you. To the right of her grave lies her father George. W. Smith, who was a very godly man during his life. Robena was killed while driving and front ended an ice cream truck, which thus decapitated her. The moment she died witnesses claimed to hear George lamenting, “Oh Lord Robena! My daughter Robena has not been saved!” At the time Robena in her father’s eyes had not been leading an ideal life. Not only will you hear Robena’s voice coming to you graveside, but you will hear George fervently exclaiming about Robena’s condemned soul.

When we first arrived it was already late and quite dark. As we first entered I was looking out the window and saw a solid, humanoid shape crouched down on knee among the graves. We weren’t there very long when we began seeing shadow people, things mimicking grave lights, and the sounds of the phantom dog. Also creeping amongst the graves was the humanoid. It would peer over and around the headstones. It would also scurry from one to the other, which was odd in itself. When it did so it would crawl very quickly on its hands and knees. At one point it crawled on the tips of its fingers and toes. Near the end of our visit the creature was close enough to make out more detail on it. It was a greyish white, about 3 feet tall, round head that was bald, had elongated hands and feet, and muscular chest. To put it simply it looked like a buff, naked toddler with a skin condition.
I also had a man talking to me, he would tell me, “You don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.” He was very adamant and persistent in getting us to leave. I also found an area where it felt like constant foot traffic. The last place I was it felt like rocking in gentle waves. I was filled with a warm, happy, brilliant light that nearly made me want to sing out loud. Suddenly I heard a woman in my head humming; she told me “I like you being here.” Near the end before we left she told me; “No please. Don’t go you’re the only one that understands me.” She became angry and it felt like somebody was behind me putting their hands on my chest. I even had finger indentions in my shirt around my shoulders. It felt like she was trying to plant me there like a tree. I had to see the names of the surrounding graves before leaving. The grave that was right next to me was that of a Maggie A. Watson.

Cathy said after we found Robena’s grave and then we went our separate ways. She remained at the gravesite and was looking up at an airplane passing by when a shadow darted across. She said it was pretty massive in size and had arms, legs, and enormous wings. It disappeared into a nearby treetop.

Then as we were leaving and driving down the road a black shadow emerged out of the road, almost as if erupting out of the street. It was tall with arms, legs, and enormous wings as it reached higher it dissolved into black mist. I automatically turned around and looked out of the back window; I saw what looked like a black wave rolling across the blacktop. It was blacker than the black asphalt and going at a fast speed. It stopped almost a foot away from the glow of the street light.

About five minutes after returning home I heard a sing song voice similar to the woman at the cemetery. I believe that it is possible Maggie followed me home, but if she did it wasn’t for very long.

We stopped at a restaurant called “Perry’s” it is almost like a Steak n’ Shake. While there we did our routine of adult oriented conversation and pondering what the hell we saw as we were leaving. It has been almost a week later and Cathy and I have been wracking our brains as to what we exactly saw. So far are deductions are as follows; gargoyle (especially with the solid, humanoid thing for me), thunderbird, and owl person (for the winged shadows Cathy saw). I am an avid person in studying cryptozoology and creatures of a cryptid like nature. I still cannot come to a conclusion of what was seen. All I can say is that I saw both things and can describe them to the best of my abilities. There is no one or nothing that can convince me otherwise of what I saw. Those things will always be with me and that is all there is to it.

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.

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.

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.