My Paranormal Story Time; Baby’s First Ouija Board

    Hey guys! I know I’m now short 3 Days, 2 after this goes up. Halloween can be all year around when you’re somewhat tuned in to the paranormal. LoeyLane on Youtube doing spooky content, and beauty, kind of made me realize that it’s a thing I can do. I think I prefer the written word over videos, but I might try to bring back videos eventually. Today’s post is going to recount one of  the most notable paranormal experiences I’ve had.

    This experience really solidified what I already knew about the supernatural; that it’s there. I hope you enjoy it, and do as I say, not as I did. Always approach the paranormal with cautious respect because the thing is, you won’t always know who you’re communicating with. With that disclaimer aside, let’s get to it!

 Did you hear that?

      When I was in highschool I had a fairly large group of friends, a lot of us were into the paranormal. My mother, as I assume most do, advised me not to use the Ouija Board. Ever. She regaled me with tales of glowing red eyes under a bed and unexplained noises. I thought nothing of it. I always thought that surely a piece of cardboard couldn’t summon anything… right? 

    One night, I went to my then-best friend’s house, where she, her 4 siblings and our other good friend were already hanging out. Someone had acquired a Ouija Board. I still can’t remember how they got it, but they really wanted to use it, since their mother was out of the house. I was a little hesitant, even though I didn’t really believe Mom’s stories. Reluctant, I gave a little pushback on using the board- after all, I didn’t think it would work, but why take that chance? I suggested, that we use a candle and have the hypothetical spirit respond YES or NO via the flame. For some reason, I wasn’t vibing with using the planchette. I didn’t feel safe giving whatever might be there too much ability to traumatize us. That house always creeped out, so the spirit was going to be restricted.

    They agreed and we set to work making sure there would be no interference from a rogue gust of wind, and made sure the AC was off, windows closed and all that. We even shoved a blanket under the door,  just to be safe. Once we were satisfied, we situated ourselves around the board and lit the tealight candle right between YES and NO. 

    The first question we asked was something like, “Is there a spirit present?” to which we received an affirmative. The spirit seemed to indicate, that it was some relative of one of ours. We asked some pretty dumb questions, being basically still children with no real fear of the paranormal. At some point during the questioning, the energy changed. The air became thick and almost hostile. Someone said they could see a shape in the room with us. I felt a phantom touch and immediately choked up. You know that feeling when you were a child doing something you’re not supposed to do, and a door opens somewhere else in the house? That feeling of inevitably being caught redhanded? When all the air disappears from the room? I had that feeling.

    Whatever was in attendance, was not happy with us or the way things were going. We were all getting increasingly frightened, as the temperature in the room dipped giving us all chills and goosebumps. Finally, I said, “Spirit you may depart. This session is done. Goodbye,” my friends muttered their own Goodbye to the spirit and I started to feel the air clear a little, once we blew out the candle. Suddenly, we heard a loud crash in the living room area and from just on the other side of the door, we all heard a scream. It was so full of fury and hate and rage, but the weirdest thing was how it sounded. I almost don’t know how to explain it, I feel like it was right outside the door, but somehow it had some sort of distant quality? Like simultaneously close and far away.

     We were, of course, very unsettled. So we sat in the darkness for a moment, gathering our nerve to go investigate. Myself being on the Spiritual side, lead our excursion. We slowly left the room in a single-file line, and made our way through the living room and around into the dining area/kitchen. When we got there, the light fixture for the dining room was in the middle of the floor. Luckily not broken, but we found the source of one noise. We moved the fixture to the table and made sure the house was clear. Nada.

    We eventually went back to the bedroom and went to sleep all together, none of us wanted to be alone. 

     When I woke up in the morning, I quickly got my aunt to come get me and bring me to her place, where I was living at the time. I can’t remember the whole day, I’m pretty sure I played DDR or something. But later that night, I laid down to sleep and put on one of my CDs on a low volume to help me sleep, and kept the TV on to illuminate the room a little. This fear of the dark has never left me. 

    I’m not sure what time it was, but I was in a deep sleep facing the wall with my back the room. I heard a loud bang or something I’ve described as a drumbeat in my head. Loud and jarring. Startled, I rolled over to inspect the room to look for a source of the noise and I saw something. A tall, solid black silhouette of what appeared to be a man striding from the area of the door. He had a long stride, and was walking parallel to the bed toward the window. I panicked and threw myself bodily out of bed, making sure not to get close to the figure, and into the wall by the light switch. Once the light was flipped on, I collapsed by the door, still somewhat in the grips of sheer panic, and saw nothing. 

    There was nothing in the corner, nothing anywhere. I feel like a spirit followed me, and was basically calling me an idiot and showing me that I was lucky that it was just him. He held no malice for me, that I could feel. He just wanted to startle me. From that point, I proved how big of an idiot I can be, by trying to communicate with this spirit. He never came through for me, which at the time bummed me out. He had a message and that was all. I told my friends my experience with him and they told me they had seen a similar entity.

    I wonder if he just followed us to kind of wag a finger and scare us straight? In any event, whatever was at my friend’s house, I never want to experience that again. That inhuman scream will haunt me always. It took me over a decade to touch a damn board again.

    

    That was my first ever actually substantial paranormal experience, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I havea few other stories to tell you, but since this one was a little longer than expected, I may split those others into additional Halloween Posts. As usual for this… event? If you guys have had any experiences, feel free to share them below!

 

These 11 Dolls Are Spirited!

     Hey there guys! We’re still one day behind, but I was determined not to fall two days behind. Evidently my method for doing this has to change- I’m making it a goal to dedicate the time next year to be ready way beforehand. My binding contractual promise aside, let’s get onto today’s post. Today we’re going to be taking a look at something I had forgotten entirely. The haunted dolls that grace the lovely site of Ebay. This post includes the ones that caught my eye earlier and a couple that I regard somewhat skeptically.

Let’s get on to the haunted dolls!

1. Lilly

Haunted Doll- Lilly     ” She was known to be a good luck charm.It seemed like good things happened to people she was around.Her dads car broke down when she was 12 years old and he was about 1,000 bucks short of fixing it.He never played lottery but figured what the hey.Bought a few tickets and on the last one he scratched won 1,500 bucks.He fixed his car and took Lilly to the Goodwill and she picked out this doll in which her spirit is now trapped.”

     Lilly appears to be a lucky spirit that will bring you joy if you decide to become her new family. She is a young soul, and from the looks of it, may facilitate fast recovery as well.

 

2. Angie

Haunted Doll- Angie“I have seen black shadow people and my crosses that I have hang up on my wall go upside down and they are thrown across the room. She has chanted something I don’t understand but sounded very evil and it scared me. She told me her name Angie and how she worshiped the devil when she was alive and how she sacrificed her self to the devil and that’s how she died”

    This charming doll has a very disheveled look, but if you like to walk on the darkside she might be calling to you. Do you enjoy hanging out in the dark and chanting cryptic phrases in ancient tongues?

    I mean no disrespect to the owner of the doll, but this honestly sounds like a load to me. Anytime anyone basically attributes something’s malevolence to the devil, it immediately loses it’s credibility to me.

 

 

3. Melanie

Haunted Doll- Melanie
Srsly guys- I want this one.

“Melanie was 17 when she died in an auto accident.She is a very sweet spirit and very friendly.She likes music and tv and loves to have her hair brushed.She is active and has opened and closed her eyes,changed facial expressions and moved her host to change positions.She will answer questions with a ouija board,pendulum and spirit box,She has a calming feeling around her,”

    This one, oh ma guys. I want this one. Honestly, I think Melanie is calling me. I messaged the seller to get more information on her and got the quoted text in response. She’s perfect. I can see us sitting on the couch together watching TV, Binging Youtube. I call Dibs on this one, guys.
 
 
 
 
 
 

4. Betsy

Haunted Doll- Betsy

Betsy was a slave during the civil war. She had a very rich owner that took a likening to her which his wife knew nothing about. She told me his wife found them together in bed. She wanted him to kill Betsy. So he took her to the hanging tree to be hung which she said is were she died. She says she has traveled many years and took on different vessels till she found this vessel and me. ”    If I wasn’t already sold on Melanie, I would probably be vibing with Betsy here. She seems like a very peaceful and harmonious spirit who doesn’t mean any harm. She’s musical, according to the ebay listing. She sounds sweet.

 

 

5. Jessica

Haunted Doll- Jessica

“The more attention and communication we have the worse things get. My other spirits call her demonic, I don’t know if they are just jealous of her strength and our bond. ? Jessica is definitely an evil spirit. That I can vouch for. In my professional opinion she is definitely demonic.
     Her owner died, she was elderly. And now things between her and I have crossed the line and I won’t tolerate it.
     Jessica is between 10-15 years old, so she says. I have 1-5 more spirit dolls in this house that I have so, many tricky things can happen in many different ways.
     Jessica is extremely strong. The strongest vessel out of 200-215 of them. But of course you have to consider what I’m working with.”

This listing makes me so curious. I would almost buy her myself, but god knows what sort of negativity has been imprinted on the poor girl. With this kind of projection there’s no telling. I do almost want to message the seller an ask what happened that you won’t tolerate? I mean that sounds like a great story, right?

 

6. Brigitte

“Brigitte was a working girl, she had lost her parents when she was only 13 and began working as a showgirl at a very young age. Brigitte was hardworking and very independent, she had a lot of sex appeal and and quite a way with men. Brigitte was a very dominant and sensual woman. She had worked hard her whole life only to have it taken all away so briefly, she tells me she’s alot happier now, she says she has let go of the past and is ready to start enjoying the finer things in life. Brigitte’s passion in life was singing and dancing and being the absolute best performer she could be. She has been quite wonderful to have here in my home.”

    I don’t know about you, but to me, Brigitte sounds delightful. She sounds like an amazing house guest… or squatter, because you know, she can’t pay now. But she can definitely bump up the vibes in your abode.

 

 

7. Mandy

Haunted doll- mandy

“This lovely has flickered lights,candles and drained my devices And in the wee hours of the morning I have heard footsteps near my front door I have also heard gentle chanting or singing And have experienced her touching my arm giving me a hair raising tingling sensation I have seen her apparition It is dark gray misty transparent and disappears very quickly seems to have sparkles If light around the perimeter of this lady like figure You 🌸will also receive a Simple Ritual for Protection and all you need to perform it when using any type of divination such as pendulum,ouija board,spirit box sessions etc… ”

    This benign white witch spirit even comes with a protection charm. She would be perfect for a practicing pagan, but I wouldn’t recommend her for someone who doesn’t believe in or practice in the arcane arts… you know, because she might get bored and restless. Hey, New Agey people, I think I found your girl!

 

 

8. Ashley

Haunted Doll- Unknown

WARNING: VERY STRONG PRESENCE! Ashley is a wise old soul with a sweet, helpful spirit. SUPER POWERFUL/ NOT A TOY! Shipped with USPS First Class Package.

    I feel like I would also vibe well with Ashley, here, we share the ties of a common name. We both are named for a Meadow of Ash Trees. She’s absolutely beautiful and I feel somewhat drawn to her as well. I may have to stick with my friend Melanie though, because she’s in my budget. But goodness, the way this one is looking at me. I feel like if she is haunted or possessed, the sellers assessment is accurate.

 

 

9. Brigitte 2

Haunted Doll- Brigitte 2

“Brigitte comes through as a very down to earth young lady. Her energy is positive even though she has been through a lot. She communicates with sounds. I can hear creaking noises and have seen a flashes of light in my ceiling. She enjoys nature and said she loves birds. Brigitte was part of a large family so she enjoys being around children and people. She can be shy around men though. She is a special young lady wanting a fresh new start. If you feel drawn to her please don’t hesitate and take her home.”

We have another Brigitte here, and she is a through-and-through lady. She is nobility and carries herself as such. If you have children and/or pet birds she may be a good bet for you.

 

 

10. Madeleine

Haunted Doll- Madeleine

“Madeleine was an artist. She loved fine arts and was a natural at painting. She dreamed of becoming a famous painter and traveling the world. She communicates through visions. She shows me her paintings of landscapes and fills my mind with colors. Her personality is vibrant. She comes through full of life and energy. She is friendly and talkative. ”

   I can see this lovely lady being a good fit for creative and those who have insatiable wanderlust. Also, fun unrelated fact to the lovely lady we see here, this is the same seller as the previous Brigitte. This is another one that I could see myself vibing with, but I’m still set on my girl up there.

 

 

11. Kimma

Haunted Doll- Kimma

Meet Kimma, Kimma always loved cooking. Ever since she was a small child she would be in the kitchen with her grandma. Her Grandma taught her how to cook the best food. Kimma grew up and went to culinary school. She graduated and tried out for a hollywood tv show that she had to compete in. She got through some until she was eliminated. She was devastated.  Kimma died somehow. Not sure how though but her spirit is now in this vessel.”

  I put this one on the list because of the listing- looking at the doll, I can sort of believe that there’s a spirit attached to it, but I do advise to take this one with a grain of salt. The vague listing details are a touch dubious. ALSO!! One of the lines below states “she’s not evil, just disturbed,” so there’s that.

 

 

Are any of them calling to you? You might want to take a look at the description on the item page before making the purchase. Evidently if they’re calling to you across cyberspace they want you for their owner- but beware, if they have negative traits that you find unacceptable, it may be a match made in hell. And, I swear guys, I’m going to be super upset if my girl Melanie is bought out of from under me. I swear on me mum.

    I do of course, suggest also approaching haunted dolls with caution. It is something we don’t understand, so it should be treated with respect. For instance, with my sweet girl Melanie up there, I have lofty plans of hanging out on the couch and watching YouTube together, maybe combing her hair. If there are entities attached to these haunted dolls, we don’t want to make them angry and cause a malevolent haunting to occur in our home base.

 

Favorite Local Legends in my town of Columbus

       Hey guys! We’ve made it to day three, and considering how unplanned this is, that’s really impressive… even if it’s a little late. We’re a day behind! But, I started so I am now compelled to see it through the day 13! But, considering 13 is an unlucky number, I maybe should have chosen a different number to count down from. I was totally unsure about the topic of today’s post, until my friend showed me a book covering the Legends and Lore of the area I’ve lived in for 4 years.

     There are so many legends and ‘haunts’ here that I’m ashamed, I had no idea. I guess my plan is to take you through 12 of them in the spirit of today.

1. House of 1000 Cadavers

This is the most intriguing name I have ever seen attributed to a house, in pretty much ever. When I hear the name, I immediately wonder ‘why? what happened? where are they? And of course, where did they come from? where did they go?’ This house was constructed in the 1830s according to the National Registry of Historic Places, and officially the name of the home is the Old John Woolfolk House. August of 1877, Tom Woolfolk killed his 9 family members with an axe, giving it the new moniker of House of 1000 Corpses. Which, no disrespect intended, is far from accurate. Tom Woolfolk was executed by hanging, on October 29, 1890, after being found guilty of nine counts of murder.

      Fast forward to the modern day, it is said, that upon entering the home you will hear the sound of pained moaning emanating from the middle bedroom. The house is inundated with cold spots and doors that seem to open and close of their own accord. Some visitors to the home claim that entering the home, you feel suddenly confused and disoriented, some assert they felt like they were losing their minds.

     The more expert visitors to the House of 1000 Cadavers have captured flitting orbs and shadow people- no word of full body apparitions. They also state that they catch unusual sounds, bangs and thuds and disembodied voices. There have been cases where some investigators were cut and scratched and even saw partial apparitions while walking through the house.

2. Cry Baby Bridge

  I know that most towns have lore about a Cry Baby Bridge, I’ve seen a million shows talking about them in other towns but the story is always similar. Honestly, I was completely unimpressed when I heard about it, due to the prevailing legend that seems to be everywhere. I haven’t been able to find anything to support the legend, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing there. Legend has it that either a baby accidentally drowned in the creek, or a mother drowned her child. To this day, a figure in white is said to be seen at the bridge, which I can substantiate with personal experience per events that occurred last night. Another part of the legend states that you can hear a baby crying, but you have to be on the bridge to experience it.

     Like I said, I can’t substantiate legend with any corresponding articles, like I can for the murder house but regardless, it’s definitely an experience.

3. Twin Chapel Creek

    This is one that we hunted for for a while last night and had no luck whatsoever in finding it. Evidently there is a small rail that looks kind of like one from a school, that tells you you’re in the right place. It’s just off Whitesville road and I’m going to hunt it down in the day light one of these days, to be honest. According to the legend, the creek bed if home to its very own Murderous Copy Cat Clown, The Creek Freak. The Freak is said to reside off the creek and makes his way to the water’s edge to sob incoherently at his own reflection. Encounters with the clown are rare, but it is said that a group of teenagers sought him out and found him.

     The Creek Freak is said to be a clown from about the turn of the century and appears in  a white clown suit adorned with ruffles. His face is white with bright red or orange lips, with dark (what used to be paint) around his eyes giving him a skeletal appearance. I’m not able to find any proof for this legend either, but it’s definitely interesting though it is worth noting that the legend formed around the time clowns were making their Horrific come back in the movies and serial killer culture. It’s not too far fetched to believe that spirits that inhabit these areas where no correlation to fact can be found, may be Tulpas of a sort. Are they there because we seek them out? Do they manifest because we who believe want it so badly that they are forced into manifesting?

    This legend also includes tales of a pipline between Riverroad and Twin Chapel Creek where you can bound slaves crying in pain and shouting for help. No records exist that I found to lend truth to this tale either.

4. Resident Ghost at the Port

      The Naval Civil War Museum, where I attended the Death By Chocolate Masquerade last year is said to be home to its own haunt, that of William Cushing.  Cushing was born in 1842 in Fedonia, New York. He was something of a war hero, but was not fully appreciated by his peers who viewed his methods as dangerous to himself and others. In 1864 he came up with a plan to sink the confederate iron-clad Albemarle that was docked at the port, He birthed a pan to sink the fortified vessel with a spar torpedo (basically a bomb on a stick) and he spared the vessel in the side. The resulting explosion threw both his men and the confederates a ways, both he and his men were captured as they swam towards shore. The man in question escaped and was safely behind Union Lines.

     William Cushing was larger than life, insane, industrious and fearless. The room at the Museum that holds relics of his life and acts, has a guest of honor periodically. Cushing has manifested as disembodied voices, glowing eyes and white mist. I’m unsure if there is just him or other entities in attendance at the Museum that pays homage to them, but to this day books are said to fly off of shelves in the gift shop and voices are heard reverberating through the museum when there are no living visitors.

5. Spirits of the Springer

       The home of the shameless and talented, the historic Springer Opera House is also home to its own host of resident ghosts. I’m going to summarize the legends below, because this post has taken longer than intended. So you can read more in depth here. The Springer Opera House is nestled among the aged brick buildings in the homey and beautiful downtown area of our little town of Columbus. One of the resident spirits in attendance, is the little brother of the infamous  John Wilkes Booth, Edwin Booth. At the time of his visit to The Springer, he played a memorable role in Hamlet.  It is said to playfully harass visitors and legend has it that he will continue to do so until Hamlet is once more performed on that stage.

     There you have it guys! Our belated post featuring my favorite legends that exist in this town right under my nose! In fact, I’m going to be heading to my actual home town here soon and there’s some further legends there that I may be checking out! Do a quick search with your home town and share what you found in the comments below! I love hearing about legends!

 

Pre-Halloween Ghost Hunting Adventure!

     For day 12 on our countdown, I had one of my best friends stop by last night for some Halloween festivities. I’ve been wanting to Ghost Hunt so bad since leaving Ohio and the house my mother and I collected evidence from, a few years ago. I bought an EMF detector because I had planned to use it in Savannah, Georgia on my big birthday thing, that was cancelled. It’s okay, because we know some places where we can find some spirits here in town!

     Last night, about midnight, we set out just the two of us, for our original goal. Which was the Bibb City Mill which was repurposed into a residential apartment, which we weren’t aware of. We arrived at the old mill to find it completely gated and opted  to not go in. People do tend to get paranoid when non-residents are snooping around a building they live in. I mean, understandably. After that disappointment, we started to backtrack a little to head downtown and found an old dam building. The moment I saw it, I wanted to go in so bad, but it was all boarded up and impenetrable. Dam.Chattahoochee river dam building

Plan B

   We then made our way across town to Whitesville road, that is home to Twin Chapel Creek, supposedly, where there’s allegedly clown spirits and you can hear from a nearby tunnel, the sounds of slaves in pain and/or dying. We drove up and down that road. Several times. When we started our hunt, we had 100 miles in the tank. By this point, we had about 60. And nothing to show for it.

     After one more futile shot at finding the small structure that would tell us we’re going the right way, we conceded to the powers that be and opted for plan C. Plan C for Cry Baby Bridge, where allegedly a bus full of children plunged off a bridge and into the creek below. Unfortunately they did pass away in the creek. Allegedly, you’re supposed to be able to put baby powder on the back of your car and put it in neutral and the children will push you off the bridge. In effect, sparing you a similar fate.

     These days the bridge has been filled in and the only clue that there was a bridge there, is the guardrail. To get to the Cry Baby Bridge, you basically turn at the Icee Stand, and follow Whitesville Road north until it hits gravel. You’re going to look for the third bridge. Now, one thing you might not know about me, is I hate the woods. I hate how claustrophobic they make me feel, so the whole drive to the bridge was very stressful for me. The whole way there, I was scanning the border of the woods, feeling like I was being watched and gripping the wheel way too tight.

    To add to my already disabling, and somehow still growing, fear… The road had become narrow. I was no longer sure of how to turn around, or if I even could. Still we bore  on. The roads were dark and devoid of street lights. The trees mocked us and we came upon a rather large hill, that I couldn’t see the top of. I continued driving, although increasingly uncomfortable. Still feeling like something, or someone was watching us make our steady progress toward our goal. One bridge… Two bridges… Was that the third one? We pulled up the map and, sure enough, it had been. I found a place to turn around and made our way back to the barely recognizable bridge.

   I have an app on my phone, that supposedly functions as  spirit box. Before you say anything, I know what it sounds like. To test it, I sat at my house with that and asked endless questions for an hour, and got no responses from any spirits. I’m inclined to believe this app is at least somewhat legitimate. We stopped the car in the middle of the bridge, put it in neutral and nothing happened. No biggie. We got out the EMF and my phone, with the app, and… they answered us. The first word we got was, Density. Density of what? Spirits? Water? People?

    My companion asked “Are you hurt? Do you need help?” they responded with Cast and Broken. They then said the word hunting. Perhaps indicating knowledge of those who go there to ghost hunt, not unlike ourselves. About this time, I was, of course, sitting there in a mild state of panic. I glanced out of the windshield and to the right of the car. I saw, at the border of the shadows just beyond the guardrail a white wispy shape. Short enough to be a child, perhaps? But whatever, or whoever it was, I wanted no part of. I asked if they wanted us to leave, and got a very strong feeling that that was the case. My EMF detector spiked erratically and, they didn’t need to tell me twice.

   While we were making our way back home, I was certain that the presences that had been talking to us would depart. But, it soon became clear to us that we were still in the company of someone from that bridge. As we left, we got the word Weak, followed by Ugly. When asked “Who’s Ugly?”, we got Gianna. I began to think seriously that my initial perception of this app was wrong, and it may be real, when we got the word Real.

     On the drive home, we got quite a few other words, most notable among them Amanda, Yield, Be Weary and Believe Her (“Her” Possibly being my friend, who was certain the spirit meant no harm). I made sure to keep an eye on the road lest we join our intrepid friend.  We were about 15 minutes from home when we got Almost Here. The conversation took a dark turn, when we got Psychopath, Skin, and Assaulted. Additionally we got words that seem to indicate gang violence caused her to meet her end.

    Whoever she was, she was pretty adamant that she was kept all alone in a basement, assaulted by a number of men (mans, as she spelled on the spirit board later), one of which being named Larry allegedly. When we got home, thoroughly shaken, we set up the Ouija Board that we had been wanting to use in the car.

Spirit Board

    As we sat down at the board, we asked if we had a spirit with us. The planchette moved to ‘Yes’. I was very concerned with verifying her name, because we had gotten 2 female names and she confirmed that her name was Amanda. I told her I was sorry for what happened to her, and on the board, our fingers moved to ‘no’ and the spirit box said don’t lie. We tried to assure her that I was in fact sorry for what happened to her. We sat at the table focused on the board for 3 hours, that decidedly didn’t feel like 3 hours. During the course of the, I guess Seance, I asked for a break so I could change clothes and grab water. I was told ‘no’. Which I appealed and was granted 5 minutes.

The Story So Far

  • The spirit that followed us goes by Amanda
  • She can’t stay, because she needs to go back to her body, which was dumped at the bridge
  • She is from Columbus, Georgia
  • Amanda was assaulted in possible gang violence and kept in a basement, tied up and alone and was eventually sexually assaulted and stabbed.
  • We were given the names Dylan, James (hurt her the least, maybe tried to help?), Larry, Addison, Gianna, Seth Terry, and Cathy.
  • The spirit was 7 years old when she died, and was murdered possibly around march of 2019. She stated that no one is looking for her, and she has not been reported as missing.
  • Stated that whoever killed her was a family friend
  • Possibly held on a base (would make sense, because she did mention soldiers earlier as well)

    My current theory on that is that perhaps her family handed her over to her eventual murderer, and were well aware of what was going to happen, she/the Spirit Box said Dope I’m somewhat inclined to believe that perhaps they handed their child over for drugs? I think she wants to move on, but can’t let go. She said my middle and last name and then said wishing. Maybe wishing for a second chance? A better family? Are we the first people who have spoke to her about what happened? Is this a sad, lonely, frightened child? As I sit here typing this post, I’m still getting responses on the spirit box. I guess it’s further confirmation that she followed us here.

    I’m still trying to get further information to substantiate some of what were told. Nothing so far, but I’ll continue trying as long as she’s here. She told us last night that she can’t hang out here until Halloween, so I’m not sure how much time I have to obtain the information from her.

   As of right now, that’s where I’m at with this ghost hunt. I knew going into it, that someone might follow. I don’t feel threatened or scared of her or anything like that. So I’m taking her at her word, even though I can’t find anything yet to lend credence.

   If you guys have had any experiences, feel free to comment them below or send them to us in an email! Happy Halloween!

EDIT; while editing this post, as i was writing about the bridge, or well, reading out loud as I do, I got the word Accident, and Too high up. As I read the portion where I saw the… spirit? On the other side of the rail, I got Near You. Definitely still getting chills.

Welcome to JnJ’s 13 Days of Halloween!

   Hey, guys! I have some cool posts planned for the next week and 6 days leading up to Halloween. We may be looking at another potential movie watching party if I’m lucky enough to have people stop by, last year was a little bit of a bust to be honest. We have a few days to get in the mood, and because I’m a creature of habit beyond all else… I’ll probably feature the same movies, or maybe I won’t. We do have a movie post planned for this series after all. Some of it very well may be considered creepy!

   I thought I would feature my favorite Creepy Pasta in lieu of writing my own, as I’m trying to get back to writing and I’m not quite there yet. What better way to ring in the Spooky vibes than to share my absolute favorite Creepy Pasta with my lovely readers? And also, the idea that by indulging myself in creepy pasta and the written word I may be able to grab that spark again.

   This one is fairly long, so I’m just posting the first portion of it here for you, and if you want to you’re welcome to follow the proceeding ‘read more’ link to check out the full story. This story is by u/bloodworth on Reddit and I absolutely adore their writing. This one has a  special place in my heart because it’s got a foot in the real world with the corresponding phone number that titles it.

    Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, 630-296-7536 ( Call at your own risk, I’ve called and I still live… but who’s to say you’ll be as lucky?). I hope you love it as much as I do!

I’m sure that all of you on r/nosleep are used to the cry for help type stories by now. Help me, help me, blah-blah-blah. I won’t bore you with another. Even if I wanted your help, you couldn’t give it to me, because your help is useless.

Why?

Because you’re not a member.

I just wish that I wasn’t either.

It all started innocently enough. With a phone call.

I’d been up for a few hours, unpacking and cleaning, waiting for the plumber to call. I just moved into a cabin and the contractors fucked everything up. Because of that, I now have the wonderful task of making calls to competent people that can fix what the original contractors did wrong.

The phone rang at 12:06.

Not bad, I thought. Usually plumbers don’t bother to call or show up until 5.

When I picked up the phone I didn’t even get a chance to say hello before a woman on the line told me to “Please hold for the next available operator.”

I hopped up and sat on the cabinet in the kitchen. It was one of the few places in the cabin not occupied with boxes. Elevator music leaked into my ear. I’d started to drowse off when the music stopped and a piano chord that sounded like it was three notes that didn’t quite go together played through the receiver twice.

A voice came on the line.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

I didn’t know what to say so I told the operator my name.

“Sir, we know who you are. I’m your operator. Please give me a name to access.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“It can be anyone, sir. We just need a name.”

“Uh, okay,” I said. I made up a name. “Harold Withers.”

“Sir, as your operator, I must point out that fictitious names, or the names of people that you don’t know, cannot be used.”

“Used for what?” I asked. How had she known that I’d made up that name? The whole thing felt like it was some sort of prank, but hardly anyone knew my new phone number.

“Remodeling.”

“Remodeling? Is this the plumber?” I asked.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

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   If you’re still here, I’m glad to have you! You’re probably over there finishing that story. I don’t blame you! That phone number that titles the story is so cool to me. I don’t know who owns the number or who voiced the recording, but it’s perfect. I love stories that tie in to our world a bit, phone numbers, nursery rhymes… something I can interact with, y’know?

I know it’s not particularly creepy in the sense of BOO! but I feel like it fits the season, nonetheless. Happy 13 days of Halloween! I’ll see you guys tomorrow!