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.

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

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.

THE ROXY MUSKOGEE, OKLAHOMA

(This is a profile shot of The Roxy Theater. If you notice on the right corner there is a mural, it's kind of hard to miss.)





I remember being amped up for this investigation the entire week. It was a pretty exciting feel knowing what could possibly lie ahead. That in just a few days I would begin officialy in my dream career. I am always up for a talk on the paramormal and going out to a location. As long as I have the free time and money.

At approximately 5:45 PM on Saturday June 2nd, 2012 me, Tena, and BJ piled into John's car and headed out. We started the drive talking about the video cameras on the stop lights and the conspiracies behind them. Then John, BJ, and I began adamantly swapping experiences. Which in turn led to John and BJ showing off their EVP's. Which if you ever have the opportunity to investigate with John, you will realize how strong of a knack he has for EVP's. Tena and John explained to BJ and I about Boosty their residential ghost. Recently John and I are toying with idea that Boosty came from my house or Ken Boyer's property next door to me. We think this because John had never come in contact with Boosty until after his investigation at my house. We still haven't confirmed this. John plans on doing another Ghost Box session to see if there's any truth in it.

We made a quick pit stop in Seminole county at the Shell station there. So we could take a bathroom break and to grab some eaterings. While we were there I encountered some hitch hiking Bohemian Hipsters trying to make it to the last day of Rocklahoma in Pryor. I don't know if they ever made it, hopefully while playing 'Who looks the safest', they didn't wind up in a scenario similar to a horror film.

At seven o'clock on the dot we made it to The Roxy theater. I was super excited to meet Cathy, Dawn, and a few others for the first time. I also began to start my feeling out process before entering the theater. I really didn't get anything except for a hug from Cathy and Dawn. Yet after entering The Roxy I slowly began to feel what I call my "Dezzy Sense". Where my abdomen on up begins feeling tingly. I seperated from the group to do a personal tour, winding up in the stage area, and totally fixated at the ceiling. What struck me as odd was the ceiling in the main seating. It wasn't flat with sound pockets or domed. Instead it was pointed, triangular waves with sound pockets. At the time I thought I was fascinated with it because of it's oddity. Looking back now after the sensations I received, I realize I was picking up somebody's great dislike of it.

Around this point I had to sit down. My upper body had one massive electric current running through it. Almost like being electroshocked yet without the pain and my ears felt as if they were about to pop. This is when I met Oscar Ray a local celebrity. Oscar is known for short films, and various other projects. He inquired about what I was feeling, while Leif with MuskogeeNow.com who was behind me, used what I was feeling as an update. I believe he quoted everyone else correctly, but took a few things Cathy said out of context. When reporting you should record what your subject is saying so that you can quote them verbatim. Not assume that you are by bits and pieces that you choose to hear. Selective hearing can get you in trouble from some interviews.
I believe the oddest thing about Leif is he freely gushed about being a Free Mason and divulged alot of loose bits of information. I know a few Free Masons personally and from my understanding being a Free Mason is like being in Fight Club. The contenders aren't allowed to talk about Fight Club. I am hoping that Leif doesn't cause personal chaos for himself within the fraternal order.

Shortly after having a discusiion with Oscar about "Not really knowing people" and the tragic story of his friend's inner demons. I made my way upstairs to see what some of the members were up to. They were mainly setting up the equipment in the soundboard area upstairs or having a look around. I had a woman who worked for the city and who was watching the investigation open a locked door which we wedged open with a metal pipe. The room was apart of the third floor hidden seating and beyond that was the projector room. The third floor hidden seating was stifling hot because it had no air conditioning. It was also thickly coated in dust. Christian, Dawn, John, Tena, and Bj met me up there. We continued our base readings and looking for hidden areas. While searching for hidden nooks and crannies in the projector room, I found a chain running along the ceiling and disappearing into the wall. Everyone else was just as curious as I was and had me pull it. When pulled the chain opened up the air ducts and there was a hook in the wall to hook the chain to. So that you could keep the ventilation open. I also found a dumb waiter that was used to haul up film to the projector room instead of lugging it up countless stairs.

I joined Cathy and Oscar in a discussion about the after life and Oscar's first paranormal experiences. After listening to Oscar talk and seeing how he expresses himself. I realized that Oscar is an enjoyable person to be around. He gets down on your level while still being real and himself. He is very intelligent, articulate, and attentive. After swapping personal theories on time travel, akashic records (ironically one of the Free Mason's idealogies), and the goings on of the after life. We went outside to do a photo shoot manned by Oscar. Oscar set us up and us pose underneath The Roxy's neon sign. What was even cooler was that there was a full moon that night. Although Oscar got some beautiful shots, a couple of members were cut out.



(From left to right: Dawn Caban, Destiny Gonzalez, John Longan, Cathy Nance, BJ Riggs, and Christian Borthick)

We then went inside and took a few pictures on stage. Which in this one we managed to get all of the members thankfully. I think I look fat, I don't like this picture too much.




(In this picture from left to right is: Destiny Gonzalez, Dawn Caban, John Longan, Tena King, BJ Riggs, Cathy Nance, Christian Borthick, and Marc Hall)

After the photo shoot was completed our team of eight split into two groups of four. John, Tena, Bj, and I were on one team. Cathy, Chris, Dawn, and Marc were on the other. Our team was given the upstairs section, while the other team was given the downstairs section. We went into the the third floor hidden seating and asked the basic questions while John used the real time recorder. During the EVP session John captured the voices of a female and male in their late teens or early twenties. I had asked them if they knew that they were dead and on real time they responded with the female first saying, "Yeah." And then the male saying, "Yeah." What is even more creepy is that in one of the photos taken by a Muskogee Reporter. There are two faces to the right of Tena belonging to a man and woman. Also above Tena's head there is a face.



(This is the picture with the three faces. You can see Tena sitting and Oscar filming behind her. BJ and I are there, but we were doing an EVP session at the time. This picture was also on the MuskogeeNow website, you can find that article here: http://muskogeenow.com/story.php?id=2371 )

One of the main things about the third floor hidden seating are the metal rafters above. When we first entered the room there was no sound coming from up there until after a few moments of being up there. BJ and I tried to come up with a scientific explanation for that. Was it birds? Squirrels? Mice or rats? Wind? Street traffic? Nothing added up though, the noise didn't start until you entered the room, and stopped as soon as you left.

I decided to break off from the group and head into the projector room to see what I could get on the K2. Other than the Ghost Box, I am in love with the K2. During the time John was having complications with the Ghost Box. He was in the projector room trying his damnedest to get it to work. I walked around trying to communicate with something because other than the craziness in the rafters, and the real time recorder. We really had nothing so far. I didn't manage to get anything up there. John had left and went to Walmart. BJ had left and as I was heading down the stairs to the third floor hidden seating Tena was leaving. But before she left the K2 went crazy, all the lights lit up, and then began jumping around. I told her to hurry and get BJ or John. It was 30 seconds later when BJ came in and I told him what was happening. He and I sat down and began asking questions. We were told that the spirit had been there since The Roxy was built, that they were between fifteen and twenty years old. Also that there are ten spirits at The Roxy. Which could be quite possible, since it was built in 1948. During that session I began feeling tingly again and after the session as I walked off I felt something rub my arm which only intensified the sensation.

BJ and I decided to take a quick bathroom break. When we came back we received a hit on the K2 in nearly the same area as the first one on the steps leading to the projector room. John and Tena came back in. Around that time whoever was talking to us wanted me alone in the backroom of the projector room. Everyone else gave the thumbs up and so I went. As soon as I sat down I felt something enter the room, take a few steps, and sit down. It didn't want to talk on the K2, and opted for knocking on the wall. Tena didn't want me by myself so she came in and stood in the corner. I asked that since The Roxy was built during the segragation era if it liked "colored people". It didn't respond. I asked if it disliked them. It responded with a loud thud. I asked if Oscar's presence bothered it. It responded with another knock. I then proceeded to ask. Do you want Oscar to leave? It knocked in answer to the question. Since I was getting physical responses to questions I asked for it to show itself. A few seconds later an orb about the size of a golf ball that was white and shimmery appeared. In the area it appeared there was an audible bang on the pipe in the corner. As if it were confirming that it was there.

We decided to take another break. As I was exiting the bathroom I heard what sounded like a man clearing his throat. I asked some of the guys in the hall if they made a similar sound. They told me "NO" that they hadn't. As I made my way into the third floor hidden seating, I heard the clearing of the voice again. It almost reminded me of the old time movies of the movie usher's getting a patron's attention. Or a waiter getting a diner's attention. There was nobody there except for BJ and he was way up in the seating. We got some activity on the K2 just confirming that they were there, but nothing else on that. We did get them to cool us down, they liked touching BJ's head, BJ's hand, and blowing in his face. We killed the flash lights, and had shadows darting around in the rafters. The light anomaly appeared again this time in the seating area. The activity began to dramatically decrease for us. So BJ told them, "if you can make three lights light up then Destiny and I will leave." Sure enough three lights sparked to life. On the way down the aisle to the door it grew gradually colder as if we were being escorted to the door. By the time we reached the door it was cold enough for a coat.

By the time BJ and I got downstairs Oscar was ready to do individual interviews for his documentary. I took Speech and Drama in High School, I have goofed off with friends who had camcorders, and etc. But I have never been in a serious setting where I was going to tell the world who I am and what I do. I am a very social person, as well as a very intimately, personal person. I don't like talking about my sensitivity at length, I feel like it makes me look like an attention seeker. I would rather keep my mouth shut than seem like I want lime light. So all in all I can only describe being interviewed as 'NEW'.

After Oscar wrapped up the interviews. Our teams switched places, Cathy, Chris, Dawn, and Marc took the upstairs area of the theater. While John, Tena, BJ, and I took the stage area. That whole area from the stage to the dressing rooms was just eerie. From my stand point as a sensitive, I felt like I was being shoved into a tiny box. Almost like a box made of pressurized air and electricity. We tried to do a Ghost Box session in the far back dressing room, but the air conditioner made it completely impossible. So we decided to go to the back of the stage. In that area behind the curtain all felt uneasy. On the way to the stage I saw a grey mist go into the bathroom. I had who I believe to be Matthew repeating the Barber Shop knock on the metal sheet hanging from the wall. Although BJ and Tena couldn't hear it. I heard it plain as day. We communicated with an entity who called himself Matthew. He said that there were ten of them there. He confirmed what we were told earlier on the K2.

We only had a handful of time left and went into the first dressing room. I will be completely honest everyone hated it, but I LOATHED it. I was on edge the entire time, I couldn't relax, I couldn't stay still. I felt like an animal pacing in a cage. It felt like it was emanating from the bathroom. I tried to walk in the bathroom, but it felt like an invisible wall. It felt like if I tried to force myself through that I would be attacked. So I left it alone. I began wondering if anything inhuman was there. So I asked, "is there anything inhuman?" Everytime I asked Matthew said, "Yes." Everytime I asked if it was demonic, our equipment wouldn't work.

Just to let you know. We come to a location with an intense seriousness about getting a job done. Yet if someone or a group of someone's has set themselves up, we can't help, but take advantage of this. It is a golden moment. A complete free for all. Chris was that very opportunist that night. He waited until we were on that edge of your seat moment to see if our inhuman was a demonic. Not a word I use lightly. We heard a scratching, almost like metal grating against stone. We were a ball of tangible excitement. We asked for it to do it again as a confirmation. Of course we heard the sound again. BJ and I being the analytical people we are were rounding the corner to see what was in the hall. When Chris jumps out with a flash light under his chin like a Camp Counselor at a camp out. He yelled as he bounded in, "Time is up!" Of course we all screamed, even the men shouted. Although I believe BJ would have used me as a human shield if it wasn't Chris and it was an unimaginable from the fifth dimension.

Everyone gathered on the stage for a quick Ghost Box Session which was sensational. Not only did Matthew come through, what I am going to label the "dark energy" came through. A female told John, "I love you." What took the cake was Boosty. John's residential spirit followed him from Oklahoma City all the way to Muskogee. Boosty told us "Hi", called John his "ni**a", that he was "gettin high" with The Roxy's spirits, and told us to "stay cool" when we wrapped up.

In all honesty I felt like a horrible person. Before we wrapped up the Ghost Box session Matthew was begging and pleading for us not to leave him there with the "bad thing". That he wanted to leave. With it being a public place there is not much we could do for him. Although I pray for him on aregular basis and that he will find peace someday if he hasn't already.

Before we left I had a talk with Amy Lynn the city worker who was excited that I confirmed her experiences with my own. I felt really good in that moment that I could help someone like that. To have them know that they are not alone, that they have someone else out there who understands.

After packing everything back up into our vehicles like a magic trick. We all went to the local Denny's and shared what we had individually experienced. Exchanged other personal experiences. We weren't there for more than ten minutes when Cathy heard a whisper from an empty section of the dining area. We finished shoveling food in our faces and then went our seperate ways.

Of course on the way home with John, BJ, and Tena it was nonstop conversation until we hit the storm on the way back to the city.

All I can say is that I really enjoyed myself and can't wait to do it again.

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.

PARA DRAMA

There is always going to be some sort of friction in a group, at one point or another. There is also going to be people talking about you, and it isn't always going to be good either. But there are some factions dead in the center of "taking it too far". This faction will also in defense make jokes about "being butt hurt" or "being too overly sensitive" when met with negative feedback.

The paranormal community is always going to be under fire about something. Mainly from skeptics and nay sayers looking to blow fish out of the water. They are always criticizing findings, methods, and highly esteemed television programming. We already have enough on our individual plates to deal with, without getting a bunch of feces thrown at us by individuals in our own community.
This is NOT high school, this is an underdeveloped scientific field. If you cannot give your fellow colleagues respect or at least common courtesy. If you feel the need to constantly tear somebody down. Instead of helping to expand the field like any other adult in your position would do. Then maybe you should become a gossip columnist, or blogista because you have chosen the wrong profession.

Do not get me wrong there are times I rant and rave about people, even groups of people. But I do not make it my primary focus unless it is for the greater good of society. "YES" there are going to be some shows where your brain is numb from the stupidity and "YES" there are going to be those who get on your nerves. But remember as your nit picking, there are people doing the exact same to you. Over the same exact things, and I am pretty sure that you don't like it. Because some of the things are harsher than just "constructive criticism".