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.

THE HOUSE ON FOSTER ROAD DEL CITY OKLAHOMA

After we lived in the house on 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. We moved into a house in Del City on Foster Road. On the right of our house was a Buddhist Monestary. To the left of us was an acre and a half of land. On the other side of the field was a house that had a chicken farm. Beyond that was an immense field with what we believe is a Government Intelligence Building. My dad and uncle explored out there and were met by two agents. Who told them to leave the premises, the next time they came within 200 yards they would shoot to kill. After that almost every night we had a black chopper hover over our house. The men wore black suits and black sunglasses. We dubbed them the M.I.B. (Men In Black).

I was six years old when we moved in. I hated the house. It gave off a horrible feeling. My only reprieve was the field and little boy on the chicken farm. The first night we moved into the house I began having nightmares of this creature in the attic. It was about six feet tall, completely white, its body looked like it was chiseled from marble. It had no fingers only hooked claws. Its face looked human, but distorted. It had rectangular spikes on its head. Its eyes were so red they were black. It never did anything to me. I don't think it noticed me. I don't know if the dreams were paranormal or just horrible. The only ironic thing is we would hear footsteps and boxes moving in the attic. My mom had my dad check it out and he found nothing but some boxes we put up there.

My mom was pregnant with my younger brother when we lived in the house. The house was also a one bedroom. But I no longer slept in my parents bed. I had my own bed in the room. One night I woke up and heard my parents talking. They were both pointing to the ceiling and saying, "What is that?" I looked up and saw the shadow of a man on the ceiling wearing a derby. We also heard two men's voices emanating from the bedroom closet. Around the time we were going to move, we heard a voice say, "The baby stays." My mom was still pregnant at the time, but almost due.

I also saw two women in the field on occasion. One was about five foot with long red hair, wearing a robe like dress with a floral pattern, carrying a basket with wheat in it. She would sing to me. The other woman was about the same height she had hair so brown it was black and wore the same robe like dress. She didn't have a basket but would put things in the other woman's. The dark hair woman would tell me about the wild flowers in the field and the love of Jesus Christ. I remember one day my older brother and I were walking in the field when we heard a woman shout "STOP" a few feet ahead of us we heard a rattlesnake, but never saw it. We never saw the woman, but she sounded like the dark haired woman. My brother was spooked, but I wasn't.

That's all that really happened in that house. But ever since we lived in that house, I feel like something has followed me from that house ever since. I don't believe it was one of the women.

SIDENOTE: We had a litter of kittens that we had to bury because of tragic circumstances. My dad buried them in the back yard. Every once in awhile you could hear them mew and yowling from the grave site.