Most of the team had never been there before, so it was an exciting first time experience for them! Especially after researching the history of the once vibrant location now turned national historic park. It is free and open to the public, but is off limits after dark. It is nightly patrolled by police unless you have permission to be on the grounds.
The original owners of the mansion and operators of the wild west shows were the Miller family (Joe C., Zack, and George Miller). The ranch was built upon 110,000-acres, with several buildings for work and living quarters. Most of the buildings were torn down, the last building to go was the general store, which burned down from a fire with unknown origins. The remnants of the buildings left are the basement of the mansion, floor of the general store and it's supply closet, alligator pit, monkey cages (across the street), grain silos, where they generated electricity, and in one of the fenced in lots next to it is the floor of the elephant barn with parts of the shackles still in place. Down the road is Cowboy Hill where the Millers are buried (outside of the fence is a memorial for an 8yr old girl named Mary Jane who died in 2008), keep going up the road and you will find a monument for Chief White Eagle (there also 8 unmarked graves surrounding the monument).
Our team had a handful of things happen to them while on the property. We experienced shadow figures, disembodied voices, voices captured on the ghost box, strange noises (bangings coming from the metal closet in the basement area), smells, anomalies in pictures, K2 activity, and being touched. Tommy made the spirit of Zack Miller upset by accidentally calling him Joe. Hildy kept feeling like there was someone on top a building looking at us. One of the quirks always experienced at Cowboy Hill for sensitive people, is when they touch Zack's headstone it feels like a surge of static electricity.
When going to 101 Ranch for an investigation you will never leave disappointed. It is a real treat, and a real honor to be with some of Oklahoma's most prominent residents, whether they are living or not!
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012
RESIDENTIAL CASE-PONCA CITY,OKLAHOMA (09/15/2012)
(Copied from Third World Paranormal's website at: thirdworldparanormal.weebly.com)
I believe this will be one of our most memorable cases, especially for those whose first residential it was. The family has lived in the home for almost three years, and love the home. The home was built in 1907, and has had a handful of owners. The owners don't know know much about the home, only what has been told to them by neighbors. A neighbor had told them that a woman had drowned in the bathtub during the sixties.
The family experienced a few minor things here and there, such as that of a little boy calling out for "mama". Activity didn't escalate until they began remodeling the home. They not only heard disembodied voices, they began experiencing: running, walking, growling, the family animals being in distress, people dressed in period clothing (one of those being a little boy in dark period clothing with no eyes), electronics being messed with, and catching EVP's on audacity of 2 women, 2 males, and a little boy.
Yet the closer and closer it got to the day we were scheduled to come out. The activity became more frequent, and worse. One of the major things being hives that appeared on the client's boyfriend, and her youngest daughter. Although this could be medically explained by either stress, or even the possibility of mold since it is an older home. Destiny experienced the hives on her ankle after asking for a physical sign during the investigation. Her youngest daughter also had a remote yanked out of her, and smashed onto the floor.
The clients did not stay for the investigation instead opting to stay at a hotel. Destiny Gonzalez, Bob Sorg, Rev. Tommy Baxter, Tammy Baxter, Hildy Overcash, Rachelle Overcash, Kerry Chadwell, Stephanie Henning, and Gina Strickland were all in attendance. Nobody got much at first just a few blips on the K2, and a few bits of words on the ghost box. It wasn't until a few of the members started getting authorative that we got any responses. A male voice was the main respondent, and most of the time he cursed out team members in Spanish. Thankfully Rev. Tommy speaks Spanish as well as Latin, and German.
Most of the time it felt like we were chasing it around the house. It wasn't until it began getting dark outside and we did dead time (turning out lights) that activity exploded. We were getting disembodied breathing, growling, walking up and down the stairs, the upstairs closet door in the bathroom being messed with at one point opening, Bob felt like his head was in a headlock, we got responses with the flashlight, a few hits on the K2, and a man and woman speaking on the ghost box. The man and woman kept referring Rev. Tommy to the disciple Paul, continued cursing at us in Spanish, made fun of Jesus, called Tommy and Destiny's religous tools "crap and more crap", telling us there were "7" then "8" then "9" of them and jumping between those numbers, and kept calling themselves "Satan". None of us believed them to be demons or demonic in nature. Although we didn't believe them to be human spirits either.
Activity went into a sort of lull with the flashlight being messed with occasionally. So Destiny and Tommy got out sea salt and holy water and began provoking. This is when they became even nastier on the ghost box. Destiny asked for a physical sign, a few minutes later she felt her left ankle burning. Destiny had hives on her ankle after a minute of inspecting it scratches began to appear in the same spot. Later on Destiny was doing a patrol and went into the kitchen. A few of the members were in the living room next to the kitchen. Kerry saw Destiny get this perplexed look on her face, she asked Destiny what was wrong. Destiny said, it felt like something was looking over her shoulder. When she went to walk out of the kitchen she felt something poke the middle of her lower back. Destiny decided to go upstairs and tell Tommy, she said the whole time she was walking to him it felt like something was continously poking her in the back. When she finally walked up to Tommy she felt a stinging sensation where she had been poked. Destiny lifted up her shirt and something had scratched her again.
Later on Tommy decided to do another perimeter check on the house. He didn't get far when he called out for people to come look. He had found a railroad spike (which had high levels of EMF, but this could be scientifically explained) on one corner of the porch, a spiraled metal spike on the other corner. Tommy, Destiny, and Rachelle didn't find anything in the backyard, but found something on their fence line in the alley. In one corner was a pile of bones, and in the other corner nothing. There is a high possibility that there could have been another pile of bones on the other corner and an animal had gotten them. Usually these types of items when grouped together are used in Santaria, a type of Hispanic voodoo and dark magic. We then put two and two together, the voices on the ghost box were in Spanish, and the items were part of a Santaria hex. We brought the items in and put them on the table in front of the ghost box. We began asking them if they were connected to the items. They didn't respond until Tommy drove the railroad spike into a container of sea salt. Then the man's voice began to reply and said "yes" to the items belonging to them. We asked who had done the hex and they kept repeating the name "Brittany".
Not only had we been called out to do an investigation, but to do a cleansing as well. After the interrogation with the items. The team took a break and then regrouped for the cleansing. Nothing really happened during the cleansing, a few members of the team saw a white shape here and there. Destiny even when repeating the Lord's prayer out loud couldn't write it on the door. She had to force herself to do it, after the first couple of doors she wasn't affected anymore. The team did a ghost box session after the cleansing and nothing came through. Rev. Tommy took the items to properly dispose of.
A few days later Destiny called the client for an update. The client said the home felt much better, and her inside dog went upstairs for the first time since they have lived there. The only quirk was that she was sleeping on the couch that it had been pulled a foot and half from the wall. A couple days after that the client calls and tells Destiny that something had took a can of tomatos out of her hand, and hurled them in the kitchen. That 30 minutes after the can incident that her hand was smashed in the drawer of her china hutch. Destiny told them to pray and to smudge with sage. About a week and a half after the investigation Destiny gets a call from the client.She is in tears, she tells Destiny that something choked her, then proceeded to drag her off of the couch into the kitchen. Both of her children saw this happen. The client sought help from a local priest, the team as well as the client is hoping that this ceases the activity.
I believe this will be one of our most memorable cases, especially for those whose first residential it was. The family has lived in the home for almost three years, and love the home. The home was built in 1907, and has had a handful of owners. The owners don't know know much about the home, only what has been told to them by neighbors. A neighbor had told them that a woman had drowned in the bathtub during the sixties.
The family experienced a few minor things here and there, such as that of a little boy calling out for "mama". Activity didn't escalate until they began remodeling the home. They not only heard disembodied voices, they began experiencing: running, walking, growling, the family animals being in distress, people dressed in period clothing (one of those being a little boy in dark period clothing with no eyes), electronics being messed with, and catching EVP's on audacity of 2 women, 2 males, and a little boy.
Yet the closer and closer it got to the day we were scheduled to come out. The activity became more frequent, and worse. One of the major things being hives that appeared on the client's boyfriend, and her youngest daughter. Although this could be medically explained by either stress, or even the possibility of mold since it is an older home. Destiny experienced the hives on her ankle after asking for a physical sign during the investigation. Her youngest daughter also had a remote yanked out of her, and smashed onto the floor.
The clients did not stay for the investigation instead opting to stay at a hotel. Destiny Gonzalez, Bob Sorg, Rev. Tommy Baxter, Tammy Baxter, Hildy Overcash, Rachelle Overcash, Kerry Chadwell, Stephanie Henning, and Gina Strickland were all in attendance. Nobody got much at first just a few blips on the K2, and a few bits of words on the ghost box. It wasn't until a few of the members started getting authorative that we got any responses. A male voice was the main respondent, and most of the time he cursed out team members in Spanish. Thankfully Rev. Tommy speaks Spanish as well as Latin, and German.
Most of the time it felt like we were chasing it around the house. It wasn't until it began getting dark outside and we did dead time (turning out lights) that activity exploded. We were getting disembodied breathing, growling, walking up and down the stairs, the upstairs closet door in the bathroom being messed with at one point opening, Bob felt like his head was in a headlock, we got responses with the flashlight, a few hits on the K2, and a man and woman speaking on the ghost box. The man and woman kept referring Rev. Tommy to the disciple Paul, continued cursing at us in Spanish, made fun of Jesus, called Tommy and Destiny's religous tools "crap and more crap", telling us there were "7" then "8" then "9" of them and jumping between those numbers, and kept calling themselves "Satan". None of us believed them to be demons or demonic in nature. Although we didn't believe them to be human spirits either.
Activity went into a sort of lull with the flashlight being messed with occasionally. So Destiny and Tommy got out sea salt and holy water and began provoking. This is when they became even nastier on the ghost box. Destiny asked for a physical sign, a few minutes later she felt her left ankle burning. Destiny had hives on her ankle after a minute of inspecting it scratches began to appear in the same spot. Later on Destiny was doing a patrol and went into the kitchen. A few of the members were in the living room next to the kitchen. Kerry saw Destiny get this perplexed look on her face, she asked Destiny what was wrong. Destiny said, it felt like something was looking over her shoulder. When she went to walk out of the kitchen she felt something poke the middle of her lower back. Destiny decided to go upstairs and tell Tommy, she said the whole time she was walking to him it felt like something was continously poking her in the back. When she finally walked up to Tommy she felt a stinging sensation where she had been poked. Destiny lifted up her shirt and something had scratched her again.
Later on Tommy decided to do another perimeter check on the house. He didn't get far when he called out for people to come look. He had found a railroad spike (which had high levels of EMF, but this could be scientifically explained) on one corner of the porch, a spiraled metal spike on the other corner. Tommy, Destiny, and Rachelle didn't find anything in the backyard, but found something on their fence line in the alley. In one corner was a pile of bones, and in the other corner nothing. There is a high possibility that there could have been another pile of bones on the other corner and an animal had gotten them. Usually these types of items when grouped together are used in Santaria, a type of Hispanic voodoo and dark magic. We then put two and two together, the voices on the ghost box were in Spanish, and the items were part of a Santaria hex. We brought the items in and put them on the table in front of the ghost box. We began asking them if they were connected to the items. They didn't respond until Tommy drove the railroad spike into a container of sea salt. Then the man's voice began to reply and said "yes" to the items belonging to them. We asked who had done the hex and they kept repeating the name "Brittany".
Not only had we been called out to do an investigation, but to do a cleansing as well. After the interrogation with the items. The team took a break and then regrouped for the cleansing. Nothing really happened during the cleansing, a few members of the team saw a white shape here and there. Destiny even when repeating the Lord's prayer out loud couldn't write it on the door. She had to force herself to do it, after the first couple of doors she wasn't affected anymore. The team did a ghost box session after the cleansing and nothing came through. Rev. Tommy took the items to properly dispose of.
A few days later Destiny called the client for an update. The client said the home felt much better, and her inside dog went upstairs for the first time since they have lived there. The only quirk was that she was sleeping on the couch that it had been pulled a foot and half from the wall. A couple days after that the client calls and tells Destiny that something had took a can of tomatos out of her hand, and hurled them in the kitchen. That 30 minutes after the can incident that her hand was smashed in the drawer of her china hutch. Destiny told them to pray and to smudge with sage. About a week and a half after the investigation Destiny gets a call from the client.She is in tears, she tells Destiny that something choked her, then proceeded to drag her off of the couch into the kitchen. Both of her children saw this happen. The client sought help from a local priest, the team as well as the client is hoping that this ceases the activity.
THIRD WORLD PARANORMAL
A few months ago after breaking off from Society of the Haunted, I wanted to keep investigating. I mainly wanted to help people understand any phenomena that was happening to them. So after a month of deliberations and culminating together exactly what I wanted, and how I wanted to do it. I decided to create, "Third World Paranormal", which is a local extension of "I Am One of Many-Paranormal Outreach". IAOOM-PO is a world wide research center for the paranormal and all subjects that fall within that realm. We gather and share information and evidence from cases, studies, and beliefs so we can gain a grander perspective. Also we can get multiple opinions on what is presented. Since I established IAOOM-PO I have teams from all over the world under it's umbrella. We have teams from the United States, Canada, South America, U.K., Australia, and many other places. We have also helped teams to find members as well as expertise in their area, teams willing to loan other local teams equipment, get speakers and hosts for events, and also help people find locations to investigate.
We have also found a way to give amateurs advice and to help them explore possibilities of the unknown. While creating Third World Paranormal I wanted the team to be under the same concept as IAOOM-PO, but under a more local scale. We are more than willing to collaborate with other teams, share evidence, locations (depending on the case), speaking at public events (as well as hosting events), and taking amateurs under our wing.
Third World Paranormal does not believe information should be hoarded. Knowledge is a means of mental ascension, and should be shared, and dispersed among all individuals. It gives us a better understanding of our world, and it's inhabitants. No one person should govern knowledge and what it contains. Censoring what somebody learns is up to the individual seeking it.
We hope to meet many teams and societies, respectable professionals in their given field, help people new to this on their way, and above all else to help individuals experiencing unexplainable occurences.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
UPDATE ON THE ACTIVITY IN MY HOME PART 3
I use to have ocassional instances where I felt like somebody was in the room. Now it is on a regular basis. I am never alone, even when my family isn't around. I keep feeling the heavy presence of a woman and the detached presence of a man. I already know of the two men, and one woman the house came with. Somewhere along the line of investigating I have acquired the spirit of a small child.
Ever since I have put the rock from Arapaho on top of my fridge nothing stays up there for long. There is a Pro and a Con to this, I get the kind of activity I was looking for when I put it there. The con is that I have a mess to clean up regularly. And the things tend to fall off more when I am in the vicinity of the fridge. I don't know if it is Joseph or Eliza. Or if one of my other spirits is jealous.
I don't hear the noises in the attic anymore. Although I do hear walking through out the house, things being gone through, and door knobs being rattled. I have things go missing only to find them in peculiar places. When I go to bed at night I wake up to the feeling of someone standing next me or at the foot of the bed. I constantly see the figure of a crouched down child looking at me around corners, full on, not out of the corner of my eye. The child has light brown hair, and big brown eyes. I also hear the child laugh and talk when my kids are asleep or are not here.
While washing dishes I get the sensation of someone standing behind me or when I am doing laundry. There have been times I have felt someone sit down on the other end of the couch.
The cherry to my cake is still the unusual noises outside and now the thing that I saw outside. It was roughly eight feet tall, a blue black color, feline face, and eyes, long triangular pointed ears, claw like hands and feet. It had three silver bands on each wrist, and walked upright on two feet. I was closing my daughters bedroom curtain at bed time when something silver caught my eye, I stared out and saw it. It turned its head and looked at me. Then turned its head back around and stalked off across the yard until it got to the driveway and then got on all fours and bolted off. I am perplexed that I sat it at all, but I live in the city. So it is even more confusing. I am wondering, if it is the same creature that makes the dreadful noises at night?
(This is very similar to what I saw.)
Ever since I have put the rock from Arapaho on top of my fridge nothing stays up there for long. There is a Pro and a Con to this, I get the kind of activity I was looking for when I put it there. The con is that I have a mess to clean up regularly. And the things tend to fall off more when I am in the vicinity of the fridge. I don't know if it is Joseph or Eliza. Or if one of my other spirits is jealous.
I don't hear the noises in the attic anymore. Although I do hear walking through out the house, things being gone through, and door knobs being rattled. I have things go missing only to find them in peculiar places. When I go to bed at night I wake up to the feeling of someone standing next me or at the foot of the bed. I constantly see the figure of a crouched down child looking at me around corners, full on, not out of the corner of my eye. The child has light brown hair, and big brown eyes. I also hear the child laugh and talk when my kids are asleep or are not here.
While washing dishes I get the sensation of someone standing behind me or when I am doing laundry. There have been times I have felt someone sit down on the other end of the couch.
The cherry to my cake is still the unusual noises outside and now the thing that I saw outside. It was roughly eight feet tall, a blue black color, feline face, and eyes, long triangular pointed ears, claw like hands and feet. It had three silver bands on each wrist, and walked upright on two feet. I was closing my daughters bedroom curtain at bed time when something silver caught my eye, I stared out and saw it. It turned its head and looked at me. Then turned its head back around and stalked off across the yard until it got to the driveway and then got on all fours and bolted off. I am perplexed that I sat it at all, but I live in the city. So it is even more confusing. I am wondering, if it is the same creature that makes the dreadful noises at night?
(This is very similar to what I saw.)
Monday, July 9, 2012
UPDATE ON THE ACTIVITY IN MY HOME
Well for the past two weeks there has been a bit of a lull in activity. Other than the strange noises outside of my home that I have become accustomed to; lately we have acquired new activity. I have been hearing a child laughing in my children's room when they are not home or are in a different room. I keep seeing a short figure that is white-pink in color, it likes to walk in tight circles around me, I have also heard a child talking that wasn't my children, I have had items go missing, and the list goes on.
I already know we have one woman and two male entities in our home. So it is possible the child has always been here with us too and could just now manifest itself. It could have followed me from a location that we investigated, and it has chosen to stay. Or there is a possibility that the child like entity is not human and never was. I am not saying it is demonic in nature, just because something is 'nonhuman' doesn't make it 'demonic'. The entity could also have something to do with the strange noises outside. I only say this because when I pick up its energy it doesn't feel human at all, but it doesn't feel malevolent either. So right now it's a coin toss of what it could possibly be.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
FILMING FOR MY GHOST STORY-101 RANCH-PONCA CITY, OKLAHOMA
This is another experience that I can only describe as "new". At some points it was annoying, redundant, but all in all it was fun. I got to see a different side of everyone that was involved. I was chosen to play the role of "the psychic", I know it is a vague name, but there is a method to the madness. The storyline was about an experience that Cathy Nance and Mike Ricksecker had. They had went to do an investigation at a church in Guthrie with "the psychic". During the investigation the psychic kept proclaiming that there was an entity known as a "crawler" outside of the church. The "psychic" considers them as an entity from another plain of existence that are confrontational.
She kept urging them to stay away from the doors and windows because of the crawler. Near the end of the investigation "the crawler" finally managed to get inside the church. Which caused "the psychic" to have a conniption fit. Cathy, Mike, and the other investigators didn't see the being. Although they heard it moving about in the basement of the church. An empty bottle was thrown at them which caused "the psychic" to go over the edge. She began singing church hymns at the top of her lungs and another religious member followed her lead. The "psychic" was so freaked she demanded the other investigators to sing.
(From left to right: Cathy Nance, Destiny Gonzalez, Christian Borthick, Mike Ricksecker, and John Longan.)
At this point Cathy was ultimately peeved and reluctantly began singing along. Although the whole time wringing the "psychic's" neck would have sufficed. Cathy was upset that she drove all the way up from Houston to Guthrie; just to sing church hymns and scare off something paranormal. When the whole point of coming up was to find something of that nature. Which if I were in Cathy's position I would have been uber mad too.
Since the society didn't want "the psychic" to reprise her role in the reenactment. Because we don't want her name synomymous with ours. I was designated to play her role. I had a fun time channeling my inner diva and at the end acting like a total fraidy cat. I also got to encounter Cathy's "bad side", and it was also nice to investigate with Mike and Chris. We were ACTUALLY investigating during the filming. None of that is faked nor acted out. We encountered the spirit of Zach on the ghost box and a woman. When it became darker we saw shadow people, at one point, it was broad daylight I was walking to the back buildings. I saw a shadow figure standing in a shaft of light, back against the wall, one foot bent back against the wall, and wearing a cowboy hat. It turned its head and looked in my direction, shoved off the wall, and disappeared.
We also went to Cowboy Hill to film where Zach T. Miller April 22, 1877-Jan. 3, 1982, Sam C. Stigall Feb. 11, 1885-May 23,1967, and Jack Webb June 19, 1902-June 1,1956. Are all buried up on Cowboy Hill, they were the greats of Oklahoma Rodeo, and then some.
101 Ranch was once it's own self sustaining town, they even had their own money, and jurisdiction of law. They had their own building to generate electricity, general store, jail, and even a circus across the road from the mansion. Though the property hit hard times during the The Great Depression.
The episode should air sometime in September or October. Awesome!
(This is the foundation of what is left of the Miller Mansion.)
(Grain Silo, building where they generated electricity, and also the back area where I saw the shadow figure.)
(John Longan and Chris Borthick investigating.)
(Jorge our Camera guy, John, and I doing a ghost box session.)
(Cathy Nance while investigating.)
(Chris, Mike, and I chilling out.)
(Chris, Cathy, I, and John investigating at Cowboy Hill.)
(Johnny and I doing a ghost box session at Cowboy Hill. See what I mean when I say John and I are ghost box buddies? :) )
[ This is a link to the blogs of other members in the Society featuring: Cathy Nance, Mike Ricksecker, Christian Borthick, and John Longan.
http://societyofthehaunted.com/index.php/blogs ]
Here is the link to the episode:
http://www.biography.com/tv/my-ghost-story/videos/episode-45-full-episode-3591747789
Thursday, June 7, 2012
CHUB'S HOUSE OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA
Yesterday my husband and I went to his friend's house. We decided to cook out while watching The Okc Thunder play against the San Antonio Spurs during the Western Conference. It is a pretty spacious house that Chub's shares with a roommate. His roommate has a fascination with reptiles. They have a pygmy rattlesnake that his roommate rescued, a horned lizard, and I couldn't see what was in the other terrarium. Chub's hates cats with a passion, and they don't own any type of dog. We were sitting in Chub's bedroom watching the game and eating our grilled meal. I felt like a tingle of energy go through me and looked out into the hall. I was looking head on, when I saw a very thick, black shadow dart from the doorway of the hall from the dining room, and into the bathroom.
I decided to keep what I saw to myself and continue the brodate. On the way home though I asked and confirmed with my husband that they had no pets outside of tanks. He told me that they had no other pets. I told him what I saw and he didn't refute it. He knows by now if I see or hear something. I really saw or heard something even if he doesn't understand it.
I decided to keep what I saw to myself and continue the brodate. On the way home though I asked and confirmed with my husband that they had no pets outside of tanks. He told me that they had no other pets. I told him what I saw and he didn't refute it. He knows by now if I see or hear something. I really saw or heard something even if he doesn't understand it.
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
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.
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.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
THE HOUSE ON FOSTER ROAD DEL CITY OKLAHOMA
After we lived in the house on 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. We moved into a house in Del City on Foster Road. On the right of our house was a Buddhist Monestary. To the left of us was an acre and a half of land. On the other side of the field was a house that had a chicken farm. Beyond that was an immense field with what we believe is a Government Intelligence Building. My dad and uncle explored out there and were met by two agents. Who told them to leave the premises, the next time they came within 200 yards they would shoot to kill. After that almost every night we had a black chopper hover over our house. The men wore black suits and black sunglasses. We dubbed them the M.I.B. (Men In Black).
I was six years old when we moved in. I hated the house. It gave off a horrible feeling. My only reprieve was the field and little boy on the chicken farm. The first night we moved into the house I began having nightmares of this creature in the attic. It was about six feet tall, completely white, its body looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had no fingers only hooked claws. Its face looked human, but distorted. It had rectangular spikes on its head. Its eyes were so red they were black. It never did anything to me. I don't think it noticed me. I don't know if the dreams were paranormal or just horrible. The only ironic thing is we would hear footsteps and boxes moving in the attic. My mom had my dad check it out and he found nothing but some boxes we put up there.
My mom was pregnant with my younger brother when we lived in the house. The house was also a one bedroom. But I no longer slept in my parents bed. I had my own bed in the room. One night I woke up and heard my parents talking. They were both pointing to the ceiling and saying, "What is that?" I looked up and saw the shadow of a man on the ceiling wearing a derby. We also heard two men's voices emanating from the bedroom closet. Around the time we were going to move, we heard a voice say, "The baby stays." My mom was still pregnant at the time, but almost due.
I also saw two women in the field on occasion. One was about five foot with long red hair, wearing a robe like dress with a floral pattern, carrying a basket with wheat in it. She would sing to me. The other woman was about the same height she had hair so brown it was black and wore the same robe like dress. She didn't have a basket but would put things in the other woman's. The dark hair woman would tell me about the wild flowers in the field and the love of Jesus Christ. I remember one day my older brother and I were walking in the field when we heard a woman shout "STOP" a few feet ahead of us we heard a rattlesnake, but never saw it. We never saw the woman, but she sounded like the dark haired woman. My brother was spooked, but I wasn't.
That's all that really happened in that house. But ever since we lived in that house, I feel like something has followed me from that house ever since. I don't believe it was one of the women.
SIDENOTE: We had a litter of kittens that we had to bury because of tragic circumstances. My dad buried them in the back yard. Every once in awhile you could hear them mew and yowling from the grave site.
I was six years old when we moved in. I hated the house. It gave off a horrible feeling. My only reprieve was the field and little boy on the chicken farm. The first night we moved into the house I began having nightmares of this creature in the attic. It was about six feet tall, completely white, its body looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had no fingers only hooked claws. Its face looked human, but distorted. It had rectangular spikes on its head. Its eyes were so red they were black. It never did anything to me. I don't think it noticed me. I don't know if the dreams were paranormal or just horrible. The only ironic thing is we would hear footsteps and boxes moving in the attic. My mom had my dad check it out and he found nothing but some boxes we put up there.
My mom was pregnant with my younger brother when we lived in the house. The house was also a one bedroom. But I no longer slept in my parents bed. I had my own bed in the room. One night I woke up and heard my parents talking. They were both pointing to the ceiling and saying, "What is that?" I looked up and saw the shadow of a man on the ceiling wearing a derby. We also heard two men's voices emanating from the bedroom closet. Around the time we were going to move, we heard a voice say, "The baby stays." My mom was still pregnant at the time, but almost due.
I also saw two women in the field on occasion. One was about five foot with long red hair, wearing a robe like dress with a floral pattern, carrying a basket with wheat in it. She would sing to me. The other woman was about the same height she had hair so brown it was black and wore the same robe like dress. She didn't have a basket but would put things in the other woman's. The dark hair woman would tell me about the wild flowers in the field and the love of Jesus Christ. I remember one day my older brother and I were walking in the field when we heard a woman shout "STOP" a few feet ahead of us we heard a rattlesnake, but never saw it. We never saw the woman, but she sounded like the dark haired woman. My brother was spooked, but I wasn't.
That's all that really happened in that house. But ever since we lived in that house, I feel like something has followed me from that house ever since. I don't believe it was one of the women.
SIDENOTE: We had a litter of kittens that we had to bury because of tragic circumstances. My dad buried them in the back yard. Every once in awhile you could hear them mew and yowling from the grave site.
MY FIRST STEPS INTO THE PARANORMAL
I am going to try and do my best in recounting my own personal experiences. Starting from when I was a small child up until the present. I was born and raised in Oklahoma. I still currently reside here. I will post each story individually so that it is easier to read.
I grew up with my mother telling me her personal experiences along with her reading me stories and watching television programming with her. I remember her telling me stories that my grandfather told her and ones that he had accumalated from his life in Arkansas. As well as those he gathered from the Ozark area. I never met my grandfather, but from what I hear he always had something to say and was quite the comedian. My grandfather sung and played guitar. He is buried on a mountain top in Arkansas where one of my experiences happened.
The very first experiences I ever had was in a house that my paternal grandmother had owned and my dad grew up in. My dad's father who adopted him went missing before they found his body in a truck beside a rail road track. He had been shot. His murder is still unsolved. The house was a one bedroom with a den, living room, dining room, kitchen with a wrap-a-round island, pantry/laundry room, and bathroom. This house is off of 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. I slept in my parents bed since it was a one bedroom. I was about four years old. Like every other kid I had a vast imagination, but NOT an over active one. I remember sleeping in bed and waking up to the drawers in the kitchen opening and the clinking of silverware. Since the bedroom was off of the kitchen to the left. But you had a clear shot of the fridge from where I slept. After things being messed with in the drawers, you would hear the small cups on my mom's teacup tree clinking together. They would stop and then you would hear silence. After a minute the fridge door would open and stand open before slowly closing. This happened every single night and in the same pattern. First you would hear the drawers opening, then the clinking of the silverware, then the clacking of the teacups on the metal tree, silence, and the fridge opening and closing. Sometimes we would wake up to the fridge door standing wide open. My mom finally got to looking and there was no reason it should have done that.
Not long after that my mom got the Beetle Juice doll with the pullstring from the Tim Burton movie 'Beetle Juice'. She was so proud of it that she hung it on the wall of the steps to the kitchen. When you first walked in the house you entered the den, to the right was the living room. My grandma said that the den was used as a wake parlor. The den was my playroom since I didn't have my own room. In the den there was a window from the bedroom over looking the room, it had wooden posts in the window. My grandmother told me it was used to view the body in the den. When I would play in there after my mom got the doll. I would see its shadow behind the curtain of the den/bedroom window. It would send me into a tizzy. My mom spent most of her time in the bedroom making hand made greeting cards. She would constantly assure me that Beetle Juice was not standing in the bedroom window and show me that he was still hanging on the wall. This did not soothe me. Because I knew what I saw. I saw the shadow on a regular basis.
Also in the bathroom it did not matter what time of day it was or time of night. My mom and I would sit in the bathroom and watch orbs of almost any color and size go from the pantry/laundry room (to the right of the bathroom) and into the bathroom and behind the wall of the toilet. I refused to go in their alone. I would frequently wet the bed because I was too terrified to go in there alone.
When I was older my mom told me that when my dad was growing up. A female cousin of his stayed the night and slept in the den. When they went in there the sheet she had been sleeping with was wrapped and knotted around her neck. I asked my grandmother about this and she said that the female cousin had been a suspect in my grandfather's murder.
Years after we moved out of the house my dad's sister rented it from my grandma. My dad's side of the family is mainly Native American and Hispanic. My aunt and three female cousins lived there. My aunt said she would hear my grandpa whispering angrily next to her bed or in the bedroom closet. That on many occasions the drawers would pull themselves out in the kitchen and dump themselves on the floor. One time this happened to my cousins. They watched it come out and turn upside down. Then drop to the floor. One day my aunt talked to my uncle about doing a smudging. They went outside on the front porch to talk about it. A few minutes later they heard a commotion and went inside the house was a wreck. Which only made them want to do a smudging more. When they did the smudging everyone heard my grandfather shout, "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE" after continuing the smudging, near the end they heard him say, "I see a light". After that there was no more activity.
SIDENOTE: In this house I also saw a lady standing in the living room doorway that my mom dreamed about, we saw her at the same time. Also saw an indention in my mom's hand where a chunk of it was taken out. She still has the scar.
I grew up with my mother telling me her personal experiences along with her reading me stories and watching television programming with her. I remember her telling me stories that my grandfather told her and ones that he had accumalated from his life in Arkansas. As well as those he gathered from the Ozark area. I never met my grandfather, but from what I hear he always had something to say and was quite the comedian. My grandfather sung and played guitar. He is buried on a mountain top in Arkansas where one of my experiences happened.
The very first experiences I ever had was in a house that my paternal grandmother had owned and my dad grew up in. My dad's father who adopted him went missing before they found his body in a truck beside a rail road track. He had been shot. His murder is still unsolved. The house was a one bedroom with a den, living room, dining room, kitchen with a wrap-a-round island, pantry/laundry room, and bathroom. This house is off of 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. I slept in my parents bed since it was a one bedroom. I was about four years old. Like every other kid I had a vast imagination, but NOT an over active one. I remember sleeping in bed and waking up to the drawers in the kitchen opening and the clinking of silverware. Since the bedroom was off of the kitchen to the left. But you had a clear shot of the fridge from where I slept. After things being messed with in the drawers, you would hear the small cups on my mom's teacup tree clinking together. They would stop and then you would hear silence. After a minute the fridge door would open and stand open before slowly closing. This happened every single night and in the same pattern. First you would hear the drawers opening, then the clinking of the silverware, then the clacking of the teacups on the metal tree, silence, and the fridge opening and closing. Sometimes we would wake up to the fridge door standing wide open. My mom finally got to looking and there was no reason it should have done that.
Not long after that my mom got the Beetle Juice doll with the pullstring from the Tim Burton movie 'Beetle Juice'. She was so proud of it that she hung it on the wall of the steps to the kitchen. When you first walked in the house you entered the den, to the right was the living room. My grandma said that the den was used as a wake parlor. The den was my playroom since I didn't have my own room. In the den there was a window from the bedroom over looking the room, it had wooden posts in the window. My grandmother told me it was used to view the body in the den. When I would play in there after my mom got the doll. I would see its shadow behind the curtain of the den/bedroom window. It would send me into a tizzy. My mom spent most of her time in the bedroom making hand made greeting cards. She would constantly assure me that Beetle Juice was not standing in the bedroom window and show me that he was still hanging on the wall. This did not soothe me. Because I knew what I saw. I saw the shadow on a regular basis.
Also in the bathroom it did not matter what time of day it was or time of night. My mom and I would sit in the bathroom and watch orbs of almost any color and size go from the pantry/laundry room (to the right of the bathroom) and into the bathroom and behind the wall of the toilet. I refused to go in their alone. I would frequently wet the bed because I was too terrified to go in there alone.
When I was older my mom told me that when my dad was growing up. A female cousin of his stayed the night and slept in the den. When they went in there the sheet she had been sleeping with was wrapped and knotted around her neck. I asked my grandmother about this and she said that the female cousin had been a suspect in my grandfather's murder.
Years after we moved out of the house my dad's sister rented it from my grandma. My dad's side of the family is mainly Native American and Hispanic. My aunt and three female cousins lived there. My aunt said she would hear my grandpa whispering angrily next to her bed or in the bedroom closet. That on many occasions the drawers would pull themselves out in the kitchen and dump themselves on the floor. One time this happened to my cousins. They watched it come out and turn upside down. Then drop to the floor. One day my aunt talked to my uncle about doing a smudging. They went outside on the front porch to talk about it. A few minutes later they heard a commotion and went inside the house was a wreck. Which only made them want to do a smudging more. When they did the smudging everyone heard my grandfather shout, "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE" after continuing the smudging, near the end they heard him say, "I see a light". After that there was no more activity.
SIDENOTE: In this house I also saw a lady standing in the living room doorway that my mom dreamed about, we saw her at the same time. Also saw an indention in my mom's hand where a chunk of it was taken out. She still has the scar.
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