RETURN TO 101 RANCH (09/15/2012)

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!

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.

MY FIRST TIME AT BLACK BEAR CHURCH

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This place is a definite must go for me.

ENID CEMETERY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't wait to head back sometime.

THE GIRL CLOAKED IN ETHER

What I consider Ether to be is "spirit or soul energy". Ether is connected to everything and everything that is alive lives on Ether. All of magic or magical workings uses Ether, and spirits live on a plain of existence concentrated with it. This is how I speak to and work with Spirit Guides and other beings. I have a more concentrated amount of Ether that surrounds and permeates from me. I am always connected to the other side and I do not have the ability to shut it out. It comes and goes as it pleases, though I do have control what I do and do not let through.

Even though I give readings on all manners of things. I do not wish to be called any of the following, 'psychic', 'medium', clairvoyant', 'psion', and etc. If you have to call me anything, then call me an 'Ethereal Consultant'. It sounds ostentatious I know, but I don't have a better description for it. If you have a better one leave it in a comment below. I run a page on FaceBook called "Ethereal Whisperings" if you would like a reading then feel free to send me a message.

( https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ethereal-Whisperings/266367183467235?ref=hl )

Lately since I have been doing readings, I frequently get messages about people around me from my spiritual connections. All most all of them have been sad or worse. I don't know if it has to do with energy around these people. Or if it is just the nature of life's planning (aka Karma). All in all things in life unfold as they should and cannot be forced. When an astral or ethereal being gives you a message about current events or the future, they are usually the ones shaping your life. Sometimes they like where things are going and other times they want to alter it for whatever reason. Not all of the messages you get are from belevolent beings. Sometimes things of a malignant nature want to intervene in your life, and will disguise themselves so you detour. It is up to you to learn discernment and how to judge who speaks to you and how to interpret it.

I have also been learning about people's true natures from these readings. Some I am glad to see and others leave me heartbroken. Others don't faze me and others leave me flabberghasted. There have been times as of late where I am tormented so badly about what I am receiving that I cannot sleep. And even when I do manage to sleep, my dreams are plagued with visions. Don't get me wrong, I do get the nice messages where they make me feel warm and fuzzy. Yet since everything is in retrograde, I have been seeing the plotline of a horror show. Scary thing is it is only the beginning, and everyone's life is a chess board. I am just going to have keep some info a secret, and see how everything is played out.

I am just hoping that everything will not be destroyed and demolished. That there will be a foundation left to build on. Yet I see grave changes and everybody still has a chance to change their positions before it is too late. Question is, "Will they"? Those who have hidden agendas will be burned no matter what and they won't have a soul to help them. Those who are seeking genuine forgiveness will find it, only if they ask for it, and admit their faults. Those who are neutral will be dismantled for not being in the opposition. I see alot of failure for certain parties, and alot of reluctant victory for those fighting the good fight.

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.

ARAPAHO CEMETERY-PART TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

WEIRD SOUNDS AT NIGHT-OKLAHOMA CITY, OKLAHOMA

It was possibly a few days before we went to our investigation in the Commerce-Picher area. My husband and I began hearing these strange noises outside of our home late at night. All I can say is that it does not sound natural or normal. The best way to describe it, is that it sounds like a cross between a woman, cat, and horse screaming at the top of their lungs all at the same time.

The sounds have become more frequent and increase in intensity. Especially after the weekend I spent with Cathy Nance. My husband refuses to believe that it is anything abnormal, that it has to be an animal we just haven't encountered. I have gone through different possibilities and even have looked up animal sounds online. I have lived in the city, and I have lived in the country. I have stayed in the in between parts. I have never heard anything like this EVER. The sound alone makes my skin crawl. I would hate to see the creature that could make such a sound.

ARAPAHO CEMETERY-ARAPAHO OKLAHOMA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:

ONE OF MANY PARANORMAL OUTREACH ON BLOGTALKRADIO

Since I have been wadding through unknown waters publicly now. I have decided to just fully submerge myself in it. First I joined Society of the Haunted, then I created a youtube channel and a vid, and now.....I have created a radio show. I thought Oscar's interview for the documentary was nerve wracking. I haven't even aired anything yet and my stomach is in knots. I am trying to envision from a handful of cyber ears to thousands.....and there goes another knot forming. What if I say something stupid, you know? UGH! I gain confidence once I am thrown into something. Right now I am being a big ninny. If you want to show me some support, love, and encouragement? Then please tune in sometime....after I figure out a starting topic.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/one-of-many-paranormal-outreach

ON THE TOPIC OF FRIENDING AND OF INFAMY

I have always wondered if I ever became famous or earned some sort of noriety. Whether I was a famous writer, or just doing something I loved. If it would have some sort of effect on my family and friends. The reason why I think about these things is because I have noticed there will always be some sort of stigma attached to your name. Good or bad it doesn’t matter, it will always be there.

My thoughts on this were furthered after sending a message to Zach Buell. Who is the younger brother of Ryan Buell famed paranormal investigator of Paranormal State, I had added him to my friends list on FaceBook about a month ago. I finally decided to message him and talk to him; he sent me this message in return:

“I feel asleep last night with my phone appearing me as online that's why I never messaged back, I don't know who you are and your probably just a fan of my brother which is cool and all but I'm nothing like my brother and I don't really have a relationship with him, we have the same dad and that's about it, I might see him once a year for a few hours, so if you added me so you could get to him or something like that it's not going to happen.”

I really don’t blame him for being so leery about me. If I were in a position such as his I would be to. It makes me feel really sorry for the kid because it is hard to trust people. When your name is always going to be forever synonymous to your older brother’s name. I sent this message back in reply:

“No. That's not why I added you at all. I am sorry that you feel that way though. I am just trying to branch out and make more friends. I will not lie I am a fan of your brother, but I think it’s wrong to manipulate people for selfish reasons. If I wanted to talk to your brother, I would just message him. lol So how are you?”

This is totally true, if I really was hell-bent on his brother. I would just message Ryan Buell on any website I could find, message the people connected to him nonstop, and flock to meet him everywhere that I possibly could. As if I were some deranged, crazed fan girl. The only thing I have done is friend some of the team from Paranormal State so I can keep up to date on things. If I don’t get an update from any of them then so be it. They are just another cyber personality taking space on my friend’s list. That’s all.