I SWEAR, I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE......

The thing that sucks the most about being a sensitive? I can not seem to go anywhere without finding someone, well, an undead someone.....even at work. My first day at work I am in the bathroom, and I see a whispy shadow of a woman's legs go in the stall next to me, and disappear. My second day I keep seeing the same figure move about the store, and on my third day....she begins talking to me. Her name is Carla, she is middle aged, and she believes that she still works there. I don't think that she knows that she is dead, that is the impression I get. So I am thinking that things will get interesting. I am not going to outright ask if the place is haunted, especially being a newbie and all. Although I may try to dig something up about the area and the store. I will let you know more, either if I find something, or if she opens up more to me.

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.

MY FIRST OPERA EXPERIENCE

When you hear the word "opera" , you almost imagine some overweight performers on a darkened stage singing in a foreign language about revenge and unrequited love. But the OPERA I am talking about is a metaphysical fair that happens on a regular basis here in Oklahoma. Where people who run metaphysical stores can sell their wares, such as: stones, statues, clothing, ritual tools, and various other things. Psychics have tables set for you to have a reading done. It is all very cool and the place is filled with all sorts of feel good energy.

The whole purpose of me being there though was to promote our society and do a Q&A panel. Which was pretty rad, I felt like a rock star at a more adult oriented comicon. I was there with Chris and BJ which we were greatful for. Or else Chris would have had to man the whole thing himself. I was slightly nervous when we started, but after a minute it was easy sailing. We had a very awesome audience and they asked some pretty good questions. A few of them Chris and I had to mull over for a second. Poor BJ was really uncomfortable, but did a great job at answering questions.

We also had a good amount of people sign up to be investigated and possibly become investigators. All in all it was a good turn out all around. I really enjoyed being able to cater to a public audience and especially getting on a personal level with people after our time was up. There are a lot of people out there who are in desperate situations and up in arms about what to do. I am glad that I am able to help them to the best of my abilities.

THE HAUNTED SANATORIUM

(^^^That explains our night.^^^)





DISCLAIMER: I am NOT allowed to disclose any information about the location.


Sixteen members of our group congregated for this trip, which is an outstanding number. We were also excited that Logan Vukusich a new member and our skeptic was able to come out for this one. We are hoping to turn him into a believer real soon. Our team of sixteen split into two teams of eight. The building is rather large and has several floors so we were able to space out. Cathy was the leader of TEAM ONE and Chris was the leader of TEAM TWO; I specifically chose TEAM TWO so I could see Logan's reactions. I am highly interested in skeptics and love to watch how they gauge their experiences as they happen. As an investigator you should always go to a location as a skeptic until you are given undeniable proof. Yet Logan is more scientific and methodical than your average investigator. I still haven't been able to hear his analysis about the place, but I imagine I will get to in a fashionable manner.


The place is almost like an epitome of sadness. The people who entered it's doors were severely ill with tuberculosis and also had mental deficencies. The patients were sent there in an effort to be cured and possibly leave after a full recovery. Yet that was never meant to be because more than half of the population died while in the hospital's care. It wasn't because there was a lack of care but there wasn't a great understanding of tuberculosis at the time. Hundreds of thousands of people were ripped from their families if they were even suspected of having tuberculosis. Imagine being a mother of four children and a government official coming to your home. The government official tears you away from your children's arms and guides you to a vehicle waiting outside. Then you are taken to a place where you would more than likely never see your family again. You would live out your days in a room, locked away from the world, and then you would eventually die. That is one of the most horrible scenarios I can think of. Especially since I am a wife and mother of three children. I could almost sympathize with the former patients there.


We recieved quite a bit of activity while investigating. We experienced shadow figures, K2 hits, EMF spikes, ovilus generations, furniture being physically moved, flashlight activity, walking, phantom smells,the feeling of being followed (at one point I felt like I was being chased), disembodied voices, disembodied crying, disembodied laughing, disembodied screams, ghost box conversations, real time EVP's (even caught a few class A's), I was scratched and pinched, Jordan Cathy's daughter was pinched, Jordan and I were both touched at the same time. It was almost as if Jordan and I were being comforted. Also Lindsey and I shared the same vision of a woman in the 1950's, wearing a white vintage nurse's outfit with white pumps, red auburn hair done in a pompadour with a cap, carrying a clipboard. She had a very no nonsense and strict feel about her.

I believe I was scratched because I was wearing a face mask and gloves due to a concentrated amount of black mold. At the time I was scratched we were around the surgery bay and morgue. So whoever it was probably perceived me as a doctor; there were several botched surgeries performed there also.

The spirits there are not mean in any sort of way; most of them are gentile and would like to be understood. They also would like to be left in peace and continue about their existence. In a way they are still very much people just on another plain. So you should always treat them with respect and courtesy.

I wish I could tell you more but then I would be stepping out of a confidentiality agreement.

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

GHOST TOWN-PICHER, OKLAHOMA

I usually write a blog article right away, but I really had to think through this one. Because quite alot of things happened to everybody that went. I do not believe that anybody who went left disappointed. I was already sensitive when I joined Society of the Haunted, but lately it seems like more things are unfolding. It is almost like going on these investigations has opened a door to a well spring of things. Which of course I was warned by friends in the psychic community. Once you go through that door, there is NO turning back. If you are sensitive and begin working in the paranormal field then your abilities WILL be amplified. They told me to proceed at my own discretion and so that is what I did.I wish I could go into more detail about this, yet it is just too hard to describe.


We had already planned to do an investigation at a residential in Commerce. Which is not too far away from Picher. Since Picher has an alluring past of tragedy and misfortune we decided to make it a road stop. Picher was founded in 1913 because of its high concentration of lead and zinc. A vast industry in mining was started and the residents were financially maintained. People came in droves from Missouri to mine the tunnels. In 1967 mining was officially haulted and so was pumping water from the mines. Because the water was found to be contaminated by high concentrations of lead. What was left after the work ceased was 14,000 abandoned mine shafts, 70 million tons of mine tailings, and 36 million tons of sand and mining sludge. They had no place to dispose any of the biohazardous material. All they could do is close off the areas and leave the towns people to their own discretion.







The biohazardous waste was not the only risk plaguing residents of Picher. The water was highly toxic and the town is at an extreme risk of collapsing in on itself. The reason of this is because the mine shafts were not dug deep enough. They were dug at what is known as "property level". Another problem with the mine shafts not beeing deep enough is earthquakes. Which also is a contributor to weakening the Picher's foundation. In 2006 the EPA decided that it was in the resident's best interest to be evacuated. Picher was declared the closest that you could come to being in Chernobyl. This thought was perpetuated in many media based outlets. Picher became the center of a PBS special titled "The Creek Runs Red". Where Picher residents were asked if they wished to stay in the town or leave. It was also the basis for the movie titled "Tar Creek" and featured in an episode of History Channel's "Life After People."






In 2008 a EF4 tornado added to Picher's misery. It was the second deadliest tornado to have struck Oklahoma. The first being the tornado that struck Oklahoma City in 1999. The 2008 tornado in Picher left at least 150 people injured and was confirmed to have killed 8 people. Including that of a small child.

In November of 2010 what was left of the residents met at the high school gymnasium to say their final goodbyes. The government had bought out their properties and gave them fincacial aid to leave. Yet six household residents refused to leave along with the town pharmacist. Gary Linderman has been cited numerous times stating that he refuses to leave. He will not leave until Picher is no longer occupied by a single resident.


What is left of Picher is an empty, voided shell of what once was. A majority of it is flattened out. What is left of the buildings is skeletal. There are a few remaining structures and all of them are still full of furniture and belongings. There is a hair salon with appointment books that will never be filled. A house with a grand living room that will never hold entertainment. Another home that is gutted out in the middle by the ravages of a tornado. A store front with an antique shop that still has most of its merchandise. Lastly, there is a church that has seen better days.




(What is left of the hair salon. With Brittney Smith going through what was left.)




(What is left of the store front.)




(The remains of Picher's town church.)


As soon as I exited the car I was assailed with the feeling of awareness. Which this happens to me alot at a majority of locations including my own house. It almost felt like people peering out at us from what is left of the structures. Almost like the western movies you see. Where all the towns folk hole themselves up in their homes and wearily peer outside at the stranger coming through. It felt almost like they didn't know what to make of us.

The first place we actually poked around in, was a home that a hair salon was ran out of. There were hair styling magazines and appointment magazines strewn about the floor. There were cardboard boxes of hair products, brushes, curlers, and modeling heads. Their was a bed in the corner of the living room. Johnny pulled out his ghost box and immediately a woman was coming through. She said that her name was Melissa and that it was her house. As soon as Melissa began conversing a girl in her early-mid teens began talking. The younger girl told us her name was Savannah. After a little while they stopped talking and a young man began speaking, he called himself Elijah. Elijah told us that there were seven of them, but that "more are coming." We asked him what he meant by "more are coming" and he told us, "the town".

The next house was much more spacious and had a 70's feel to it. I don't know if it was because of the architecture or if it was what the spirit wanted me to feel. The spirit at this house called himself Bill. Bill didn't like Johnny very much and proceeded to cuss Johnny out. Also giving Johnny threats of violence. I had to get Johnny to leave and go to the next location before he started boxing his ghost box.

We then stalked and prowled around until we found that the antique store's backdoor was open. So Johnny, Brittany, Meagan, and I made our way inside. As soon as we entered I felt the sense of being unwelcome. Almost like a force was throwing itself at me trying to nudge me towards the door. The first thing we got on the ghost box was the usual "Hellos". Then suddenly we heard a man in his early 30's shout, "I am innocent Jesus!" followed by a woman letting out a blood curdling scream. We tried questioning him and all he would say is, "I am not guilty." John asked, "Is there anything non human here?" We immediately received a "Yes." We asked, "If it's not human? Then what is it?" Right away we got a response saying, "demon. demon. demon. demon. demon." Not too long after that a man came through telling us to leave and calling Johnny a barrage of names. He called Johnny "a punk" over and over. He then shouted to Johnny, "You're a freak!" Brittany told the man that he wasn't being very nice. He responded with, "F*ck you b*tch." He also told us "to be scared", "come back after dark", and "I am going to hurt you." We also got several cold spots, phantom breezes, and were touched in there. Cathy found a chipped up statue of the Virgin Mary in the shop to add to her "haunted collection".

During our exploration a fellow investigator Marc Hall, met up with us on his way to the Tri-State ghost light. We followed him to the abandoned church known simply as "Christian Church". We automatically headed up the stairs and had the ghost box out. (If you haven't noticed. Johnny and I adore the ghost box.) The first thing we got was a child's voice saying "Hello" and "who are you?". We introduced ourselves and the child laughed. Before we could talk to the child a really angry male came through. Telling us to leave the child alone and for us to leave. It bothered Johnny that we got a child coming through. So Johnny asked, "Why is there a child here? Why hasn't the child moved to the light? What is keeping them here?". Instantly we got a voice retort, "the devil. the devil. the devil. the devil is here." John and I looked at one another. John proceeded to ask, "Is the devil in the town or in the church?". A few seconds went by and choir music came through and during the choir music a voice said "the church".

Brittany, Meagan, and Cathy joined us upstairs and we began to ask questions. During the EVP session the door slammed close. Not too long after that Meagan and I decided to see if we could get K2 activity. We went into the Sunday School room and found a chalk board with names written on it. We didn't get anything in there. So we went into the next room and went into the bathroom connected to it. I felt something in the bathroom. It was alert, coiled up as if it were about to attack, and it was full of fear. Whatever it was felt like it was terrified of us. So I just stood on the threshhold of the bathroom and held the K2 as far as it would go in front of me. I felt the fear subside and what seemed like curiosity. I then began talking like how you would talk to a small child. I don't know why I did it. I just did. As soon as I did it, Meagan, and I began getting hits on the K2.

Right before we left John and I went to the bathroom area with the ghost box. We were settling in to do a session when a commanding voice boomed through, "Brother!" John was like "are you talking to me?". The man said, "Yes!". I asked, "Are you a preacher?" He replied, "Yes!". I then asked, "Can we join your congregation?" We got an energetic reply from him, "Yes you can!". After a minute or two of not getting much else we focused our attention on the K2. Suddenly the preaches demanding voice boomed through, "Sinner! Kneel!" John asked, "Are you talking to me?" He said, "Yes!" John asked, "What's my sin?" The preacher replied, "Drugs!" John told him, "I don't do drugs anymore." The preacher boomned, "Repent!" We began laughing, but next I was the target. "Sister!", he yelled at me. I am like, "Yes?" He commands, "Sinner! Kneel!" I ask, "How am I a sinner?" I wasn't expecting the reply I received. Which was, "Whore!"
John reaches for the ghost box and switches it off.

While everybody piled in the car to head off and Cathy and John was seeing Marc off. I decided to go to the house across the field from the church. As I walking along the road. I heard footsteps following beside me in the grass. When I reached the house it felt like a whole group of people flat out staring at me. I ignored it and walked to the house. I couldn't get in the front or back door because of the furniture piled up. But there was a window with all of the glass knocked out. I walked up to the window contemplating whether to climb through or not. As I was looking in the house, I looked through the living room across to another room. In this other room there was a shelf built into the wall with a glass door. You would pull it back like a lid. It was open and on the shelf was broken glass bigger than my hand. Suddenly the glass began sliding and hitting the floor. That is when I decided to leave. On the way back I heard the same footsteps follow beside me in the grass as I walked the road.

After awhile we left to go to our residential. Yet we decided that after we were done we would come back at night. Especially after the man at the antique shop told us to.



----LATER THAT NIGHT----



After the residential we of course came back. Not only out of request, but to Find the so called "Picher Goblin". Wich we found no squinty eye or pointy ear of. Then again it maybe as slick as oil. We didn't get much activity except for walking upstairs, shadow people darting past windows, and what came through on the ghost box. We decided to explore the fields for the goblin and left my laptop on in the church. When we came back John and I went inside to retreive our things. His was equipment was already in his bag and all he did was snatch it up. Although while walking out he and I heard a man laugh. I was still in the church gathering things and then was heading out the door. When I heard the door behind the altar creak open and then booming footsteps running towards me. All I remember is freezing and bending forward to try to run. When I felt a hand against my back shove me. I let out a blood curdling scream. Not because I had been touched. But because I heard whatever or whoever it was come after me.


One of the craziest things we got was when we came back to the Church that night. Cathy snapped a picture of it looking at my laptop. It almost looks like a skull to me.
What do you think?





This is a close up of it:

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.

MY VIEWS ON THE DEMONIC

I am going to give you a condensed run down on my perspective of this. Although demonics do influence a majority of people's lives, a full blown experience with all the bells and whistles. Are very few and very far between.

What I believe demonics to be. I do not believe the cliched notion that the demonics are "fallen angels". Angels whether they be fallen or not have their own bodies, whereas a demonic does not. I believe demonics are God's sinful previous creations before he created Adam and Eve.
In the Bible before God ever creates anything, it says, in Genesis 1:2 - "The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters." How could God be hovering over water if there was no previous creation?

There are all different types of alarms that will alert you if have a demonic. But one sign, or even a handful of signs don't necessarily confirm that you have a demonic. It could just be a really malevolent spirit or misunderstood entity. Not all spirits are human or demonic. They can be human, animal, demonic, angelic, tied to nature, a cryptid, fey, or deva. Devas aren't necessarily fey or nature spirits. They are a focused point of energy or higher intelligence that is only concentrated on one thing. They are very narrow minded, and are only concerned with whatever type of deva they are. Like a rain deva is only focused on rain, and so on. Sometimes when people encroach upon land, they will more than likely encounter the wrath of a specific deva in that area. So not everything is seperated into "ghost" or "demonic". It is far more complicated than that.

Finding ways to alleviate a problem sometimes isn't as simple as a cleansing. Because a cleansing will not work on certain inhabitants of the paranormal realm. Though a majority of the time a cleansing does help or convincing a spirit to cross over.

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.

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.

GUTHRIE OKLAHOMA JOB CORPS

I attended Guthrie Job Corp Center in the late summer of 2006. This is where I met my husband and best friend who is also a distant cousin of mine. I originally went to Job Corp to get my high school diploma and leave. Though while there I spent a couple of months in Culinary Arts not only because I was interested in cooking. But because my husband was in there. Unlike me he finished his trade and became a certified cook.

The history that I learned about it was that it was once a convent for nuns and later became Guthrie Job Corps. On the grounds they still have a cemetery where several of the nuns are still interred. During the time it was a convent there was a great fire and hardly anything was left except for the shed that is right next to the cemetery. Not only was it a monastery, but they also took in orphaned children. Not too far away from Job Corp was the old wayward boys home. The boys home was a hospital, sanitarium, and boarding school for boys with psychological issues. The home was demolished a few years ago. Also in Guthrie is the famed Stone Lion Inn, and the Pagan Temple.

During my stay at Guthrie Job Corp and the surrounding area I had a few strange experiences. Some that still bother me to this day. One of the main ones being the Jesus monument in the cemetery. It can be day or night if you take a picture of it. The face is completely distorted. The rest of the statue is completely fine except for the face. My only guess is that somebody or a group of people desecrated the cemetery in some way. At night my friends and I would walk by and a see a silhoutte of a nun flitting above the graves. Or walking to the shed. There are rumors that the mother superior didn't make it out of the fire.

In the boys dormitory they claimed that they saw a red and black mist with red eyes streak down the halls and it left an acrid stench. I have also heard from RA's of the boys dorm that they have seen it also and have smelled the stench. A few boys rooming together refused to stay in their room and wouldn't leave the RA office until they were given a new room. They claimed that this thing was terrorizing them on a nightly basis.

In my dorm we had some odd things happen as well. If the laundry room doors were not locked they would open and slam repeatedly on their own. We would hear someone running past our doors at night. A few girls claimed that objects would move about in their rooms. A girl I knew claimed that a shadow like man attacked her in her bathroom.

I don't know much about the 21+ dormitory except for lights flipping on and off.

Another place we experienced activity was an abandoned train in the woods. We had went AWOL so we could explore more of Guthrie. We came across a train with all of its main cars intact. It was a passenger train. Nothing happened until it began getting dark. We were in the third to last car. When we heard a few door slams. We thought somebody had gotten in the train with us. But as we hid in the car we were in we watched the door at the front of our car slam and the door at the end slam. So we got off the train and made like bats out of hell.

OTHER ENCOUNTERS IN EL RENO, OKLAHOMA

There was an abandoned train depot, that had an upstairs, and a downstairs. The downstairs was flooded with water going to the top of the stair case leading up to the main floor. Most of the windows were broken out and the doors were taken off or busted down. A friend of mine and I would hang out there. After a few minutes of entering the building the broken glass would move across the floor. You could see shadows moving in the upstairs rooms. Hear furniture being moved upstairs. If you looked through the water of the bottom level you could see shadow people walking about. I keep wondering if the place didn't have some sort of vortex. All of this activity happened during the day. We never went there at night.

There was also an abandoned train depot not to far from the high school that they remodeled. It was where my friends and I would go to hang out before school and after school. It was just a one level building akin to a barn. But it had the different sections for different trains to pull into. In each section it was filled with gravel and had chains hanging down. We would hear talking, whispering, and giggling during the day. One time a friend and I went there when it was getting dark. We were about to leave when a small rock was thrown at us. My friend being the person she is threw a rock in the direction from where the first one came. Then another rock was thrown at us. She threw one back. This kept going on until the rocks that were directed at us gradually became bigger. The next time we went was during the remodeling, and after a homeless man was found hung on one of the chains. We went around dusk like the time before and decided to ask questions. The only response we got was a barrage of rocks hurled at us and the chains in all the stalls began twirling like crazy.

MY MOM'S HOUSE (BANNER) EL RENO OKLAHOMA

We moved there when I was fourteen years old and that is where my mother still lives. The house is built on REALLY OLD farmland. It is actually apart of the Gun Club Housing Edition. I actually liked this house. The only things I didn't like about it was that it was in the middle of nowhere. Also I hate the guest bedroom of that house, it gives off an aweful vibe. My husband and I actually stayed in the guest bedroom after falling on hard times and having to stay with my mom. We stayed with her during the summer of 2011.


The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.

For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.

Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.

My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.

One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.

A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.

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.

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 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.

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.