I have recently gotten into a new hobby, with an old interest. Paranormal Investigations. Not sure why I felt the need to capitalize both of those words, but I did. First a little bit of background about me and the paranormal.
I grew up in upstate New York, an area rich with history and buildings dating back to before the birth of this country. There were always stories in my life, for as far as I can remember, local lore about various places being haunted including Boldt Castle in the Thousand Islands (that is such a romantic story) and my favorite local cider mill. There were even stories in my own backyard, literally, my house was haunted. Apparitions were seen out of the corner of eyes, things moved, voices were heard. That we knew of there was a little boy who’d died of whooping cough, and the man who had lived there before us had hung himself in the attic. As I grew up I’d always thought I was told that my father cut down the noose when we moved in, but when I recently mentioned it to him I was informed that no, he didn’t touch it, and it was still there when we moved out. It’s probably good he waited to tell me this until after I was no longer using the room with the attic access as a bedroom. I found it hard enough to sleep as it was.
I was forever having nightmares, one in particular stands out from high school, in that same bedroom, where it seemed so real. In the dream I was in bed, looked over out the door right at the stairs, and watched as some THING crawled up them around the corner looking an awful lot like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. I also repeatedly had the sensation of someone standing over me, hovering over me, staring into my face while I had my eyes closed. It seemed like the darkness behind my eyes was noticeably darker.
But even that wasn’t the most confusing, nope. I also had prophetic dreams. Usually they involved fire, and sometimes I wasn’t necessarily dreaming. One night before bed as I was playing with my Grandmother watching TV I looked up at her and pronounced, “I smell smoke!” Well you can imagine the mad hunt for something on fire in the house, especially when I was the only one who could smell it. That night, in the middle of the night, a nearby apartment building caught fire badly. You could smell it at our house, exactly as I had smelt the smoke earlier in the night. In high school I had a dream of travelling with a friend to visit her boyfriend, who lived in the mountains with his dad, as we rode up the highway the forest to either side of the car was fully engulfed. The next afternoon on the news I found out that there was a forest fire started in the night, in the forest that lined the road leading to his town. That happened one more time, on a vacation. I dreamt of a forest fire the night before we left the hotel and on the way home going through Virginia we ended up going past where one was just off in the distance. Roadwork signs were posted advising drivers.
So, I’m no stranger to the paranormal, and I’m really interested in finding evidence that I can’t explain. I want things I can back up with multiple pieces of equipment, things that I tried to debunk and couldn’t, and things that match up with a feeling I get. Spoiler Alert: I’ve gotten all of those things. So I decided to make a section here on my website to share my evidence and anecdotes. I will only be posting pictures of people I have permission to. I will only be using first names of those in the photos. I will not name the spirits, ghosts or locations in these pages for their own peace and anonymity. The only exception to the rule is my father, who investigates with me, and I will fully credit him when the pictures were taken by him. My #1 concern is respect, I don’t provoke the spirits, that’s asking for trouble. I don’t want any living people getting all disrespectful in my comments either. If you don’t believe, fine, but don’t be rude. If you think you can debunk something than by all means please try because I want to. I’m not a genius, I can’t think of everything all on my own. I also feel something can’t truly be paranormal until every normal explanation is exhausted and put aside. So when I have evidence, my goal is to break it with an explanation. If I can’t break it then what’s left is not explainable.
As Sherlock Holmes says, “once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” I have a feeling he’d be called a wonder-killer just like me…