Screw you, Science

I am extra bitchy today for reasons I have not yet quite grasped. Deal with it.

First, a long over-do reply to Mr. Bill Nye the Science Guy. Let me begin by saying first and foremost, I am a fan and have been for quite some time. I watched his show on TV back in the day and the interview with CBS a few Sunday mornings ago. I found it interesting that he wishes he had gotten married and had a family because he is such a smart man doing wonderful things like spreading the joy of science to young and eager minds that I would think marriage and children would not be high on his list of regrets, let alone the top. Also, that interview gave me the idea to put my shark glass shatter toy on my mirror, so thanks for that.

This is also not to single out Mr. Nye. He represents a larger, scientific community and this blog is directed toward all of them.

But I digress. Here is where the rage begins:


I will give him credit for his smart word choices. He doesn’t say that there is not a snowflake’s chance in hell there is an afterlife or ghosts don’t exist, only that he has failed to find credible evidence to prove the existence of either. That is a huge difference between what he said and what was likely heard by the audience.

He starts by admitting that he, himself personally, does not believe in ghosts and has allegedly tried repeatedly to prove their existence with no credible evidence or reason to believe in such things. He also seems to hang his hat on Houdini’s insistence if anyone could come back from the dead he would. If we can’t explain the afterlife, how can we determine why Houdini did not return? Or perhaps Houdini was reincarnated or did, in fact, come back but we are unaware (or worse, perhaps we put him in an institution for claiming to be Houdini). Bill Nye then says that we imagine a ghost knocking over a candle as opposed to the wind. Who makes that jump in logic? I don’t know a single paranormal investigator that would jump to poltergeist over wind. Most investigators I know immediately try to get rid of all the logical explanations first and foremost, so that when we do find something that defies rational thought, we know we really have something to investigate. We don’t want to waste our time on bull crap plumbing or electrical problems. He also discusses his beloved grandmother. I am going to tread lightly with that one out of respect for Mr. Nye and his beloved grandmother. I will simply state again that if we cannot prove nor disprove the existence of the afterlife, how on Earth can he begin to criticize the belief of transformation of the body in the afterlife? That’s like saying, I don’t believe I can fly but if I could fly I don’t believe I would be able to carry on a conversation while flying around at 60 mph. One thing at a time, son. Either you believe or you don’t, and if you don’t, save the criticism for what happens there for when you decide to believe. This also applies to the Houdini reference above. I will give him credit for telling the young boy in the video there is no need to be afraid of ghosts (which, again, if you don’t believe is a pointless statement to make but at least he’s humoring the kid and, in my opinion, telling the truth).

Rage the First: I don’t know what he or the Counsel for Scientific Inquiry or the Skeptics Society has done to “investigate” claims of haunted houses or ghosts. I do not know what standard they operated by and what they required to be considered reliable, credible, scientific evidence. Without being overly boring about the whole thing, in essence, for scientific evidence to be empirical it must be able to be analyzed statistically and judged against scientific controls. (Side note: There is no such thing as scientific proof. Philosopher Karl Popper once wrote that “In the empirical sciences, which alone can furnish us with information about the world we live in, proofs do not occur, if we mean by ‘proof’ an argument which establishes once and for ever the truth of a theory.”) Now bear with me, cuz its about to get deep: Popper also said a scientist creatively develops a theory which may be falsified by testing the theory against evidence or known facts. Popper’s theory suggests that evidence can prove a theory wrong by establishing facts that are inconsistent with the theory. In contrast, evidence cannot prove a theory correct because other evidence, yet to be discovered, may exist that is inconsistent with the theory. Take a minute, digest, let it sink in. Re-read that as often as you need to.

So first we need to determine what data they are collecting to be analyzed, and what their scientific controls are. The tools most investigators of the paranormal use are digital voice recorders, video recorders (including regular cameras), and EMF detectors. If investigators are able to go into a house at some point and show no EMF readings because all power has been cut, record nothing abnormal either visually or audit-orally but return at a later date and show spikes or abnormalities or even direct answers via EVP to questions asked, then I would think we have a control with the empty and non-active house and data to be analyzed with the abnormal results in the second, active house visit. Frequently, places that are notoriously haunted are notoriously haunted because the same types of things occur with different people on different occasions, as in different people at different times all see the same large man in a dress coat walking the same direction at the same area of the building, or different people at different times can all hear the same voice cry out for mama in the same building. Thus, I would argue that the evidence can, in fact, be replicated, which is often a requirement for scientific evidence to be considered reliable. In fact, there have been court cases ruling a house haunted, and an actual government decree labeling some places as “officially” haunted (yes, I realize I just used our government to support a claim of legitimacy). But what do I know?

Rage The Second: Science is an ever-changing living scholarly pursuit. As Phoebe so eloquently pointed out in an episode of Friends: Wasn’t there a time when the brightest minds in the world believed that the world was flat? And, up until like what, 50 years ago, you all thought the atom was the smallest thing, until you split it open, and this like, whole mess of crap came out. Now, are you telling me that you are so unbelievably arrogant that you can’t admit that there’s a teeny tiny possibility that you could be wrong about this? I would, in essence, ask Mr. Nye the same thing. Perhaps he can stand strong on the evidence he has before him today and judge it not good enough to prove the existence of ghosts or the afterlife, but at least be open to the possibility that not everyone agrees with you and that you could be proven wrong any day. There are plenty of people out there who do believe, and support their belief by evidence they find to be credible (although I will concede some stake their claim on evidence that is phony bologna).

Rage the Third: I don’t appreciate the inference that paranormal investigators are dumb, witless people wasting their energy hunting for something that does not exist (“… your friends who believe in ghosts? You can outwit them, you will outsmart them because you will not waste energy looking for ghosts). Well, Mr. Nye, I can apply the same logic to any number of heretofore failed science experiments. I believe scientists are still trying to perfect time travel, but any pursuit before recent events, such as the 1950s when atoms were the smallest thing ever, would have been in vein. But wait, you say! It was not in vein, eventually the knowledge gathered built upon itself to gain what we know and do today. How is that same logic not applicable here? How is the information being gathered by paranormal investigators and researchers not being labelled as a stepping stone to provide solid, credible evidence to prove the existence of the afterlife down the road?

Rage the Fourth: Where’s the love? In the paranormal community we have to BEG to get scientific equipment. We have to create it ourselves. Society has had this great push to get kids (especially girls) into STEM -Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math. Great! So why do we have to borrow tools from construction sites like EMF readers, FLIR cameras, digital thermometers, etc. to be able to do our jobs in a half way decent scientific manner? Why are we the ugly step child begging for attention when in reality all we want is to bring scientific legitimacy to our pursuit? Shouldn’t science be clamoring to help us prove whatever we can, or even by being unable to prove anything after using the best in scientific equipment further prove we are wrong? The paranormal community would love to be snuggled in the bosom of the scientific community instead of bullied. We have been forced to create our own instruments, our own equipment, and for that scientists have laughed at us instead of trying to help us. Where are our engineers and physicists? Where are our scientists? We are forced to do things on our own and then told its not good enough to sit with the other pieces of science at the cool kids table, yet no one tells us how to make it work, how to make it good enough.

If you’re not going to help, get out of the way.

End of rant.

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OSPH part two

Last Friday m FiL and I went to another investigation at Old South Pittsburgh Hospital in Tennessee. On the way we stopped at the Confederate Cemetery in Resaca, Georgia. It is an amazing cemetery with an interesting history, but not haunted.

In May 1864, the Civil War battles raged in the community of Resaca. Hundreds of Confederate and Union soldiers died during the battles. Col. John F. Green was forced to take his family and flee his home in Resaca.

Returning back to their land, they found the dead Confederate soldiers still lying on the battlefield area where they fell or buried in shallow graves around their home. Col. Green’s daughters Mary and Pyatt were upset by the sight and decided to collect the bodies and give them proper graves. Their father gave them two and half acres of land to use as a cemetery. They and their African-American cook and maid dug graves and began re-interring the dead soldiers in the Confederate cemetery.

Mary Green started the Resaca project without any money in July 1866, finished it in the end of October and all debts were paid by end of December 1866. Mary Green died on Jan. 2, 1924, and is buried with her parents in Historic Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta.

Mrs. E.J. Simmons of Calhoun, Georgia is the only woman buried in this cemetery. Not only is she the only woman, but she is the only person buried in the Resaca Confederate Cemetery that is not a soldier. Mrs. Simmons was the president of the historical society and made many improvements on the cemetery including an iron fence to replace the previous wooden one. Mrs. Simmons was also the head of a movement to place a memorial stone in the cemetery.

Next to the cemetery is the actual battleground, although we didn’t know it at the time. Maybe on our next trip we’ll stop by there as well.

This time around we played both “Dixie” and “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” while taking a ton of pictures. We also tried out a new Ovilus type app for the phone, which appeared to be absolutely useless. I had tried it on another location and found it to be useless then as well.

We got to OSPH a little early thanks to my BBF (Best Bitch Forever) Ninja. It was really great because instead of setting up equipment at night (which cuts into our investigative time), we set it up at like 4 and then went to dinner. Ninja was in need of help that evening as about 25 people were expected to show up. She had told me earlier she wanted me to lead a group and I had said that was fine. There were constant breaks for water and rest, and we had to make sure no groups ended up on top of each other but it seemed to work.

There were, indeed, about 25 people. We broke off in groups of about 5 (I think I had 6 but since one was my FiL he doesn’t count). I got a headset and a badge and took off with my group. We started in the basement/kitchen area because it was blazing hot and that was the coolest part of the hospital. One of the members of my group said he was being touched by the infamous “Naughty Nurse” who hangs out in the kitchen. We heard the occasional bang/knock. My group came armed with cameras and K2s, and it appeared they had been on investigations before because they asked appropriate questions and waited for responses. We heard footsteps coming from the next room, which was the doctor’s dining area. We followed them in there and heard more knocks and bangs.

I didn’t have a camera down there, and I have not reviewed all the evidence so I cannot say at this juncture if that part of the investigation was fruitful, however, when we went into the room where the child-molesting maintenance man lived, we heard a piece of metal clang like it had been thrown to the floor. We were unable to find out what it was, exactly, or where it had landed, but it was clear, and we all heard it.

On the third floor we spent some time in Nelly’s room, and while one guest’s phone app seemed to be allowing her to communicate we didn’t catch anything with our own ears or eyes.

I invited the group to investigate room 302, where the red light was located last time I was there. I am not certain if they did, or if they caught anything if they did. Maybe one of them will contact me to let me know.

We spent some time in the nursery. The SB7 sounded like a child laughed at one point, and when we were all singing children’s nursery rhymes a K2 lit up. Again, at this time I am not sure of any other evidence caught at that time.

We went to another room where an alleged “elemental” had been choking women and hitting men. (Quick note: An elemental is a mythic being described in occult and alchemical works from around the time of the European Renaissance and particularly elaborated in the 16th century works of Paracelsus. There are four elemental categories: gnomes, undines, sylphs, and salamanders.) The rumor is that another group which frequents the hospital uses ouija boards and had unleashed it a few months prior. I had a camera and my Xbox Kinect hooked up in the room and caught nothing upon my video evidence review. However, out of seemingly nowhere in the middle of our investigation of this room a red and white ball rolled across the floor. We watched it as it rolled towards a guest and her camera, then moved around the tripod’s legs, and around her foot. We were all very interested in this phenomena. No one had noticed the ball previously. The ball was handed back to the other side of the room and it didn’t move, which eliminated the possibility of a sloped floor. After giving it a nudge, the ball rolled straight across the floor to the other side, not the curved path it had taken just minutes ago.

We ended up in the hallway somehow and used the laser grid and SB7 but we were uncertain if we caught anything. A guest did show me some strange shadowy things on her camera which had blocked some of the grid, and I wouldn’t mind taking a closer look at them again.

On the second floor we investigated the records room with the grid and our digital voice recorders but again I am uncertain if we caught anything.

If anyone from my awesome group is reading this, again, I apologize for forgetting specific names.

If I get any evidence I will of course post it.

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Photographic evidence?

This picture shows what appears to be two ghostly hooded figures on a staircase at Stanley Palace in Chester
This picture shows what appears to be two ghostly hooded figures on a staircase at Stanley Palace in Chester

Stanley Palace was built in 1591 by Peter Warburton and when he died in 1621 his daughter Elizabeth inherited the house with her husband Sir Thomas Stanley, who changed the name of the house to the one we know today.

Visitors to the Grade II listed building claim to have witnessed Lady Elizabeth walking through a wall, a man in Tudor clothing, a Second World War officer, a grey haired woman playing Brahms on the piano as well as three children playing on the staircase.

Before the vigil eve gets under way, a guest claims to have heard a disembodied voice making a ‘shushing’ sound near the staircase.

Guests soon reported feeling ice cold and equipment revealed the temperature dropped from 20.57C to 16.8C which could indicate there was a presence.

Strange goings-on continued upstairs when a table began to rock from side to side – however, this could have been due to the uneven floor – while one woman also reported seeing a shadowy figure at the top of the stairs..

Although no absolute scientific proof of ghosts was gained, many of the events that took place are difficult to explain logically especially when witnessed by multiple people throughout the evening.

Kelsie Maxwell captured an eerie image of a 'ghost woman' floating above her reflection while looking into a mirror at Stanley Palace in Chester


It’s hard to take an investigation seriously when the article itself says “no absolute scientific proof of ghosts was gained“and their evidence is a picture of a ghost that looks like sheet, which they are calling a hooded figure.

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Hauntings in the next town

Long time followers of my blog will know that when Buppa comes to visit we going exploring and yesterday afternoon was no exception. We went to the cities of Conyers and Covington to investigate various claims of ghosts, hauntings, and paranormal activity.

First we went to find a hidden family grave site. I cannot tell you where it is or how to get there, but it’s there. There were rumors of snake-handling Satan-worshippers complete with animal sacrifice allegedly not far from the family grave site. I find this hard to believe but to be fair, I didn’t travel far from the grave site because I injured my foot the day before by falling into a river and on some rocks while wading across (twice) to rescue a toy for my daughter. Anyway, to get to the grave site you have to travel down a dirt road, look for an opening in the barbed wire by where the old road has been closed off and then hike through weeds, brambles, poison ivy, etc. about 250 feet while looking for it to the right. Basically, someone doesn’t want you there and quite frankly there  is no reason to go there. Its a very basic 4 grave site family plot, surrounded by the woods. I saw no evidence of any Satanic animal sacrifices or anything even being haunted. Quite frankly, if you were dead and buried out in the woods where no one could find you without serious effort, why would you hang out there? I got no bad vibes, heard nothing strange, saw nothing strange. The other two people I know that have been able to find the site also did not mention anything about hauntings or ghosts or Satanic cults.

Let the record show this is the second time I’ve been misled about Satanic cults.

Buppa suggested we use Google Earth to see if we can locate an old homestead or something but it’s so heavily wooded you can’t see much of anything using Google Earth, let alone the grave site, or the closed off old road that would take you to it.

From there we went to check out the Nancy Guinn Memorial Library. It’s newly renovated and stunning. It has two floors, and inside has study rooms, a law library, a genealogy section, tables and couches, a patio with rocking chairs… it’s amazing. Not likely to be haunted, but still worth the trip, in my opinion. I took a ton of pictures and did not get any impression that it was being haunted but who knows.

Next I took Buppa to one of the last remaining soda shops in the country – Beasley’s Pharmacy. I had a soda, we both had a scoop of orange sherbet while sitting at the counter. Very pleasant. We then drove by what used to be Michaelangelo’s, but is now some sort of office conglomerate. There is no sign to designate who or what is in there but it is not for sale or lease, and there are people and computers inside.

At that point, we decided to head home. I found the grave site so I’m calling it a victory.

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Fellow Skeptic has an investigation

I like it because (1) she doesnt necessarily believe the investigator when he says he has never read her columns or came in with any other outside information. She doesn’t *not* believe him, but she doesn’t instantly run to the conclusion he’s psychic. (2) When the flashlights placed around the room do as commanded, she’s intrigued but not instantly sold on the haunting. (3) The previous owner said it was haunted and her initial reaction was, in essence, smile and nod. (4) She has the history of the house, the actual, real history- not the local legend or folklore.

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Answers to 5 Questions by the Huffington Post

(She’s not serious, obviously- she blogs under the “Comedy” section, but nevertheless, some of you may have the same questions! So I will answer.)

I am happy to admit to you all that I am partial to a paranormal documentary. Show me a spooky doc, with interviews from unreliable witnesses and cheap event reconstructions, and I will show you pure, unadulterated happiness. But in all my time watching these real-life horror stories, plenty of questions have haunted my mind, particularly when it comes to ghosts. So I have laid those questions out here, in hopes that the Huffington Post might be some sort of online portal to the underworld where, fingers crossed, they have email.

1. Why are none of you ever animals?

I once read that around 998 million birds die in America every year. 998 million a year. And that’s just those idiot birds that fly into windows. That doesn’t count the ones that explode when you feed them rice, or that run into the road at the worst possible moment. So just where are all the bird ghosts, huh? Why is there not some janky old one-legged pigeon determined to piss me off from beyond the grave? Where’s all the dead seagulls doing phantom poos on my shoulder? Why don’t you ever go into someone’s house and say “wow, it really smells like budgies in here,” only to get the reply, “budgie haven’t lived in this house for fifty yeeeaars!” All I’m saying is, if humans can turn into spectres, surely animals can too.

2. Why are you always from way, way back in the past?

If you’re a ghost, and you’re waiting to contact the living, is the queue to make your connection like the one outside Oceana on a Saturday night? Perhaps, as a spirit, you queue, and you queue, and you queue, but the portal between the supernatural and human worlds has a one-in-one-out system, so they’re still only letting ghosts from a pre-1920s era haunt us right now. I mean, when was the last time you saw a ghost in a Tesco uniform in your hallway? Most apparitions are still in garbs from the First World War. If you ever find yourself in a haunted house, and you hear footsteps upstairs, nine times out of ten you’re going to find some little victorian tyke wearing a dusty old knickerbocker suit rather than a teen poltergeist from 2010 lying on the bed in a snood top, sending all his dead mates a picture of your scared mug on whatever phone Steve Jobs is inventing in the afterlife. Are all the contemporary ghosts lost way back in the queue? Are they letting other ghosts push in front of them? Because of all the paranormal TV shows I’ve seen there’s not been one single outfit that I would pin to my ‘#OOTD’ Pinterest board.

3. Why are you always so vague?

I’m putting myself in the limpid shoes of a ghost here – and knock three times if I’m wrong – but if it were me, and I were a ghost, I would be sticking around to send my message to the sentient world. However long it took. I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do – I’m here for eternity. I have taken my number from the machine and I’m waiting for it to be called. So when I eventually got through to a medium named Deborah with an 80s perm and long glittery nails and five Jack Russells, who’s sitting in a house with my bereaved loved ones drinking tea, I’m not going to be ambiguous in what I want to say to them. Like with all those old-timey ghosts I was talking about – Christ, they’ve waited a really long time, and they’re always so vague. When I get through to Deborah my message won’t be lacklustre (“Tell my mum that the park we went to once… the one with the bench… Arrrgh, forget it. I can’t be bothered. Pascale out.”), it’s going to be like War and fucking Peace.

4. Why do you always have such scary voices?

Think of all the people you’ve ever met. How many of those people have a voice that make your skin crawl? Not that many, right? I know a lot of people who have voices as sweet as sunshine, and I would happily fall asleep to them reading the Ikea catalogue to me. I also have friends with low, jolly baritone voices, and some who speak in gravelly, slightly arousing tones. How come ghosts never sound any of my friends? Why does every single spirit have to talk like Tim Curry in Legend? Seriously, like, no one from the world of the living talks like that. Think how pleasant a seance would be if the poltergeist communicated with the tone and inflection of Adele.

5. Why do you never do anything nice to make your presence known?

I have one rule, and it goes like this: if someone wants my attention, they can come over and ask for it. Don’t shout my name over and over again across the office. Don’t knock on the window aggressively when I’m in the garden. Don’t send me passive aggressive texts that say “I NEED 2 TALK 2 U” when I’m only upstairs. The same courtesy applies to ghosts. I’ll tell you this now: no one, living or dead, got anywhere by belligerently throwing stuff around. You want something from someone? How ‘bout you just be nice?

So riddle me this: why do spirits always have to be chucking shit to get us to listen? If they’re not throwing lego at our heads they’re repeatedly slamming our drawers, or moving our sofas so we make absolute tits of ourselves. Is it too much to ask that if you want some level of decent communication, you fold that pile of washing I’ve been putting off, or make my bed? Instead of leaving ominous scrawlings on steamy windows that, frankly, never make a lot of sense, why not just ask, nicely: “Hey gurl, chat soon?”

Ghosts, humour me please. Just imagine that we are call operators in the worlds largest call centre, connecting calls between those who are alive and those who are not: being a real dick won’t get your message transmitted any quicker. I will put on hold and go and look at Facebook on the toilet if you piss me off. You will be the next caller in the queue forever.


Ok so seriously, what’s up with the spirit world? Let me begin by saying I am not an expert, and anyone who says they are is a liar. There isn’t enough scientific evidence produced to make anyone a reliable expert. Experts, at least in the legal field, require skill, knowledge, training, education, and experience to be considered such. The paranormal field does not lend itself to anyone being trained and skilled in this area. You can get an education, but it’s usually laughed at unless its a legit science like engineering, chemistry, or physics. Basically anything with the word “Meta” or “Para” in front of it doesn’t seem to count. So now that we’ve established I am not an expert, I’ll provide my answers.

1. Why aren’t there animal ghosts? Well, in fact, there are. Many animal lovers have seen (or heard or smelled) their previous pets after the animal has passed. I have even had this experience after thinking someone was a mental case for saying the same (you know me, it’s not real until it happens to me). A person said he saw a dog that had passed running through the backyard. He was certain of it. He had never in his life previous to this (at least for the 30-something years I’ve known him) professed a belief in the paranormal but casually mentioned he saw the previously deceased dog running in the backyard. He was certain of it. Certain to the point of getting up and going outside and still seeing the dog. Certain to the point of nearly going out off the porch and looking for it, but it disappeared. Vanished. To say I was skeptical would be a serious understatement. But there, in the same backyard, I saw the same deceased dog running through the backyard. I thought perhaps it was the same breed from a neighbor that had somehow found its way in to my backyard… but in reality, the odds of all those things occurring at the same time is just unreal.

I’ve also heard Dustin Pari of TAPS (aka “Ghost Hunters”) say that a ghost animal was cut from one of their shows, and he had no idea why.

But more to her point- not every person who dies becomes a ghost, and not every animal that dies does, either.

2. Why are the ghosts always hundreds of years old? Well, of course, they’re not. Maybe they older ones just have a better grasp of how to haunt, haha.

3. Why are you so vague? I’ve never found this to be true. They usually answer me pretty accurately. I’ve had a girl say “I’m here!” after asking if she was around us. I’ve had the SB7 say “Let’s operate!” after saying I was having trouble finding the operating theatre in a hospital. Of course, let’s not forget that it also, allegedly, requires a ton of energy for a spirit to speak or manifest so  it’s not likely you’re about to repeat “War and Peace” as Pascale suggests, haha.

4. Why the scary voices? I’ve heard some scary stuff from the other side, from scary voices, but I’ve also heard spirits using the voice they likely used when they were alive. Frequently we only hear a whisper anyway, so it’s hard to be scared of a soft voice simply answering “yes,” at least in my opinion.

5. What’s with the bad manners to get our attention? I will preface this response by stating that when I stay somewhere alleged to be haunted, I will tell any spirits there that I am 100% unavailable and not to be touched, talked to, or otherwise notified when I am in the bathroom unless the place is on fire or my life is otherwise in danger. Some people are rude in death just as they were in life. that said, as I mentioned previously it takes a ton of energy for a spirit to communicate in one form or another. My personal theory is as follows: if you have to save up and store a ton of energy to get someones attention, you are going to be certain whatever you do works! You are not going to save up energy and hope that your whisper gets heard; you are going to hit, kick, throw, break, and yell.

Any other questions, ask me! Click on “Contact me”

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Another investigator sees the light… or, more accurately, does not?

Haunts & Jaunts: It wasn’t what I expected

These are strange days indeed, or at least ones of normal complicity. My wife Laura and I have taken a sabbatical from the paranormal. We felt we needed to. If someone needs assistance on a matter concerning ghosts, or irritating pests in their home, then we are there for them. We continue to train on cleansing a haunted situation because we feel that’s in line with helping someone in need. Helping is one thing, however, playing is quite something else….

This might seem opposed to what I write about weekly, but it’s really not. I do have a few years under my belt…and some observations.

We have taken a break from tireless weekend nights with no sleep, gas in the fuel tank, miles on the road, and lining the pockets of paranormal venues with money so we can tread the same pathways of hundreds of others to have a “paranormal” experience. Or not. Been there…done that…so over it! Folks that perpetuate this tired road are not investigators, but rather thrill seekers. They add nothing to the final mix.

Ghost hunting wasn’t what I expected. I got my formalized training from the network shows-as do many-and boy did they work a number on me! Sadly, I didn’t experience a constant adrenaline rush barrage while ghosts swirled around me like a pot of paranormal stew boiling over on the stove. It doesn’t happen folks! It’s television and ratings. Sad but true. 45 minutes of network programming doesn’t include countless hours of utter boredom, bathroom breaks, smoke breaks, power snoozing, texting, and idle chit-chat. And hours of evidence review after that!   It’s a misrepresentation, yet people buy into it. Until this moment in time, I didn’t realize just how much I don’t miss it.

I do believe there are things that are not readily explained, yet we may never have concrete answers as to the nuts and bolts of it all. (At least in our lifetime). I do believe that houses can be haunted. I have two of them that are. The caretaker in the Kentucky home just reported an apparition of a man step out from a wall, make his way across the room and disappear into an adjoining room. She sat on the couch and watched it. In our compound on Southport Road there continues to be knocks on the bedroom door at night, chatter, and a recent audible older lady comment, “That is a pretty kitty” referring to our cat Jerry.

I’m a believer, only now conscious of how I invest my time.

I’d also like to add in this joke to the above-post before I put in my two-cents:

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Funny, right? Maybe because it’s true.

At any rate, both the author and joke state the same: you start looking for a constant adrenaline rush as seen on TV by paying to investigate places where others have gone before you (on TV), while trying to distinguish yourself from the amateur “thrill seekers.” In real life you realize you’re paying someone to give you a shot at hitting some form of the paranormal lottery (an “experience”) and there’s a ton of down time and boredom and even more at evidence review. Sometimes, the price you paid doesn’t get you a thing but a long, boring night at a facility that could likely use a deep scrub and the chance to relive every non-important second during evidence review.

I have been truly fortunate enough to have investigated places off the beaten path, not pillaged by TV personalities or ruined by fly-by-night thrill seekers, alleged to be haunted. I have been lucky enough to have had the occasional adrenaline rush and the giddiness of finding great stuff during evidence review. Sometimes, you do win a small pot in the (paranormal) lottery.

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