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.

GUTHRIE OKLAHOMA JOB CORPS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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