UPDATE ON THE ACTIVITY IN MY HOME PART 3

I use to have ocassional instances where I felt like somebody was in the room. Now it is on a regular basis. I am never alone, even when my family isn't around. I keep feeling the heavy presence of a woman and the detached presence of a man. I already know of the two men, and one woman the house came with. Somewhere along the line of investigating I have acquired the spirit of a small child.

Ever since I have put the rock from Arapaho on top of my fridge nothing stays up there for long. There is a Pro and a Con to this, I get the kind of activity I was looking for when I put it there. The con is that I have a mess to clean up regularly. And the things tend to fall off more when I am in the vicinity of the fridge. I don't know if it is Joseph or Eliza. Or if one of my other spirits is jealous.

I don't hear the noises in the attic anymore. Although I do hear walking through out the house, things being gone through, and door knobs being rattled. I have things go missing only to find them in peculiar places. When I go to bed at night I wake up to the feeling of someone standing next me or at the foot of the bed. I constantly see the figure of a crouched down child looking at me around corners, full on, not out of the corner of my eye. The child has light brown hair, and big brown eyes. I also hear the child laugh and talk when my kids are asleep or are not here.

While washing dishes I get the sensation of someone standing behind me or when I am doing laundry. There have been times I have felt someone sit down on the other end of the couch.

The cherry to my cake is still the unusual noises outside and now the thing that I saw outside. It was roughly eight feet tall, a blue black color, feline face, and eyes, long triangular pointed ears, claw like hands and feet. It had three silver bands on each wrist, and walked upright on two feet. I was closing my daughters bedroom curtain at bed time when something silver caught my eye, I stared out and saw it. It turned its head and looked at me. Then turned its head back around and stalked off across the yard until it got to the driveway and then got on all fours and bolted off. I am perplexed that I sat it at all, but I live in the city. So it is even more confusing. I am wondering, if it is the same creature that makes the dreadful noises at night?

(This is very similar to what I saw.)

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.

THE THINGS THAT WILL WASH AWAY

Lately there has been quite a bit of drama afflicting my life and of those around me. So I asked for a sign on what I should do. The first sign was last night around 11 PM, my cellphone froze up, and I got a message on my phone that wouldn't go away until I took the battery out. The message said, "ERROR MESSAGE, EMERGENCY, MARCH 8TH, 2008." I still don't know what that means but the date has to mean something to someone.

Then last night I had a dream that I am still going over. Cathy, Chris, Mike, Logan, Bob, Nancy, Meagan, Brittney, Wes, Dawn, BJ, Vanessa, Johnny, and I were doing an investigation together at an island resort. It was an island that was smack dab in the middle of the ocean with nothing around for miles and miles, and built out of hard black rock. So I am assuming that the island was made from volcanic activity. We were taking a local tour that the hotel gives on their haunted and historic history.

The guide was very anxious and was going very fast. She was acting like she was absoluutely terrified of something, when she finished giving the tour she bolted like a madwoman. Then time seemed to fast forward we had been on the island for a week investigating the hotel and surrounding areas. I was with Cathy, Mike, Chris, and Logan on the balcony of a hotel room when this massive wave rose up out of the ocean and loomed over the island, the wave broke apart and began to dissolve back into the ocesn. There suddenly was a ruckus downstairs and we went to check it out. The hotel manager was trying to calm people down and that an evacuation plan was being put into place. Our group was like, "Why? Why do we need to evacuate?" The manager tells us, "Every so often the ocean over takes the island." What they said just instantly clicked in my head, " So you mean that the island gets flooded like Atlantis?" The manager nods their head and then runs off to call an emergency crew.

After awhile of frantically searching we find Bob, Johnny, Dawn, Vanessa, and everyone else we find them, and explain what is going on. The whole time I am thinking, "this is it I am going to die in a watery grave." I decide to go and survey the damage for some odd reason. On three of the four sides of the island were submerged in water and gradually increasing. As soon as I made it back to the group there was an emergency chopper landing. We rushed onto the helicopter and took off, as we were leaving I looked out of the helicopter down at the island. The water was rushing all over it but before it was completely obliterated. In the center of the island was a statue of Mike holding a book in the crook of his right arm and in his left hand he was holding a coat of arms, on the right side of the island was a statue of Chris holding a skull, at the bottom corner was a statue of Cathy holding a flashlight, to the left side of the island was a statue of me and Logan holding a compass, and at the top of the island there was a path clear from the water leading out into the ocean.

As I was looking out I saw the statues and thought isn't odd that those are the three areas that I saw flooding with water? I felt somebody tap on my shoulder and I looked up into the bluest pair of eyes I had ever seen. It was a middle aged man who still carried the youthfulness of a teenager, tan skin, bright blue eyes, and sandy blond hair. He told me, "There is no sense in looking for answers in a place where the problem has been washed away. Everybody must find their own path, and depend on their own accountability. Yet at the same time nobody should be isolated or discarded, everyone can prove useful. Sometimes it is best to forgive, but never forget. "

I felt myself begin to cry. I was just filled with so much emotion, it seemed as if I had been emotionally barren up until that point. The man wiped my tears away, "Don't cry Destiny. We have so much,so many good things for you, and your friends planned in the future. Its just best for everyone to take this time as a time of discovery, and let all things wash away, because everybody needs a clean slate. Everybody."

I smiled and nodded, he told me, "You are so pretty when you smile. Why can't everybody just be happy, and see the beauty in imperfection?"

Then I woke up.

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.

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.