Ghost Hunting

Me and my wife have a hobby. Truth be told we have more hobbies then a sane man could ever handle. Luckily that is not a limitation for me. This hobby is Ghost Hunting. My wife has her own ghost stories to add to the mix. We never thought we would go out looking for them until I found a geocache in a cool place and when I told everyone about it they started telling me ghost stories about it. Well that was that I had to go back the in the middle of the night. Since it was our last night there and my wife was board I gave her the option of stay in the hotel and sleep for a few hours or come with me. So we went. Wife was scared of the dark and saw a raccoon and was cold so it didn't last long, but with that under her belt and 200 million ghost shows on TV she wanted to do more... only without raccoons.

So we started finding open ghost hunts in out area. We bought some cheap equipment and then went to our first place where we spent a very long night trying to see a ghost. 12 hour of hunting and anther 20 hours of going over data and nothing. OK w try another. Nothing. After your spend so much time talking to empty rooms pretendin to be talking to someone you get a little tired. So on the third place I was extra sceptical. However on the lst hour of data I got two EVP's.

Hill View evp1
Hill View evp2

That was a lot of fun. Only seconds worth of data with about 70 hours and A grand invested but hay why not.

So we do another and though we did not expect something at this sight we get another evp.

Prospect Place

The one thing these have in common is that we didn't have any idea they where happening. W had all kinds of cool ghost hunting stuff but it wasn't doing anything much different then normal. In fact on the last evp the equipment was dead quiet. So what did we learn boys and girls. That there is no telling what can get you evidence and when.

So we book another place. Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. A huge building deep into West Virgina which held all manner of sick poor and unwanted people for a very long time until recently. 4 floor to cover in one night so they divide the group up into 4th and take each group to a different floor for two hours. A god system but this is the first time me and my wife have been on a system. Normally on a ghost hunt they just turn you loose say good luck and hope you find a ghost. This sounds kind of off handed, but it works really well at least for me and my wife. We have had all manor of adventure which resulted in no ghosts like the time I tried to explain to a rocking chair that it should rock when I put a Jessie from toy story on it. Or the time I tried to talk a ghost into starting the boiler because my wife was cold or the time I tried to play banjo for ghost slaves on the underground railroad. No ghosts btu still lots of fun. I was not going to fight it because, 1. House rules. if I wanted to play by my rules I should get my own haunted house. 2. They talked differently about the ghost here.

On most ghost tours they talk very carefully about if you see a ghost or maybe and many other things to not get your hopes up to much. This is a good things because did I mention after this trip we will be over 100 hours invested. This place said we would see ghosts. They where very confident. This made me confidant also until we where two floors and 4 hours into the investigation.

We had heard story after story of this ghost does this and this ghost likes that. Don't get me wrong I was having a blast. When they told me this one pair of ghosts where triggered by Dirty Jokes it was a great chance to let the training only being raised by truckers can bring. And when in the kids room they said to play like I child I got to spin around and kick a ball for almost a half hour. No ghost though. Not a big shock no other ghost hunt had much so I knew still had a chance to get something on tape later. The third floor was much like the last two by my wife was running out of steam. It's the fourth floor that became interesting.

On the final floor was a section where they kept the violent people. One for women and one for men. We started in the men and had a great round of nothing. The last place in the entire place for us to look at was the violent women's ward. The tour guide let us know a little secret. The women hate men. They never go after women but men are fair game and they like to sneak up and attack. My wife is dead tired and so are all the other groups. I however am saying to myself I want to see ghosts. I want bigger evidence. I want something to happen. So there are a group of girls with there flashlights set to come on if slightly bumped asking questions to empty rooms. I sit my tired wife down by them look both ways and run down the hall yelling come and get me girls!!!!

I start running in and out of patients rooms. I mess up the curtains. I run through the showers. I am having a generally good time doing everything that I normally do at home when I want to annoy my wife. Then I start feeling creepy. No need to worry I just head back to the group of girls I left my wife with. They have been watching me the entire time and laughing up a storm. My wife has defended my honer by telling them I am even crazier then I appear. However right after walking past the girls every one of there flashlights come on.

We all stare at the flashlights a second. Then I say "If that is you girls turn the flashlights off" and boom they all go off. I am shocked by I say. "If your tired of me running around turn on that flashlight there." and it comes on. "Prove you did that by turning on the light next to it." boom it comes on. We have a fantastic time asking yes no questions and the lights going on and off in response. When it would slow down I would head back down the hall and run in and out of rooms for a while and come back. Then we would do it again. Every time they flowed me back, however with about a half hour left in the investigation for the night I went down the hall to gather up the girls and it's more then creepy. It's dark. And my hairs are standing on end. I can't help but feel there is someone behind me every time I turn around. I decide this is my past trip.

We all do our session cover any last parts and leave right before daybreak. Wife falls asleep on the way home so I am driving as the sun comes up and my side feels funny. I pull off in a rest area head in and look at my side in the mirror. Holly shit.

The ghost bitches scratched me. That is so cool. I wake my wife up to get a picture.

After hours and hours of review once again this picture is the only tangible evidence of the night. The wife had a thing where her necklace kept coming undone and strange boxes we don't know how they work said strange things for reasons we don't know but not knowing why a computer does something does not make a ghost. However scratches are the most fantastic thing to happen on a hunt so far. I hope sometime I can go back because one thing I seem to be able to do is piss off women. Even after there dead.

Hay I'm Alive

Did you know I still think about LiveJournal. Really I do. It's cool. I just haven't posted. You know, son got divorced, daughter joined and left a cult. Partied with Dr Demento. Started playing Banjo. Got a duel sport bike. More Banjo. And Banjo. Did I mention the banjo?

I might feel like writing something sometime.

Your my victim.
redneck hick cracker country home mom pi

I need something to do.

OK don't get me wrong. I am busy. I got lots that needs to done. So much in fact that I don't do anything I want to do. I have been doing what I don't want to do so long that I no longer want to do much. I am hoping that when the snow melts and motorcycle comes out that geocaches will look like a good idea again. We will see.

Halloween Story 2010

It comes Halloween 2010 and it strikes me I have not written a story. So I got to thinking about a story and decided why not just take another object from the box and tell it's story. I have told stories of a few items from the box before. Not every object has as good a story as some of the others but every item has a story. So I went to the spot where the box is hidden. I opened it up and quickly decided I now hate the box.

A lot of items in the box have existed far longer then they should. The only reason the story exists at all is I will not let it go. So for your amusement I have taken the box and layed out the objects. This will be there last day of existence. There are a few items that are more substantial they will be put into scrap piles. There are a few items that are to cool they will be used and there are a couple items that will service just because I think they should. The box will be reduced to a few items. This will put a large limit on my remaining stories.

We will see what the future brings. For now I present to you the box of items and stories.

Who wants a job printing bulletins?

Printer gave me an error that it was out of color ink. had to print off the church bulletins so I went out to get some. 9:30 I decide I should install it so my wife can type and we can get them done. Only the new ink doesn't clear the error. So I reset the printer do all the maintenance jobs and try to set it to black and white and all result in no printing and the error. I check the serial connection to the cartage. It makes an indent on the pins so it's a solid connection. I clean the print head and remove some debris. Nothing.

So I get on chat with tec support and he started down the script. OMG I HATE THE SCRIPT. We update the firmware. Wow software doesn't fix a hardware problem. Who knew. Buy this time I am resolved that there is a short in the memory or the communication module. Tec support is going to send me a new cartage in about a week and if that doesn't fix it there going to do printer repair. So two weeks for that. Well that doesn't help me with the church bulletins.

So I find the old printer. I hook it up and download software so I don’t have to look for the disk. Get it to connect and function, only all the ink except for blue has gone hard. I try cleaning the print jets with ascertain but I can not break through. So we head to Wal-Mart at about 11 to get printer ink. When we get there new printer ink is $50 and a new printer is $30. so we get the printer.

Go home uninstall the old one while I set up hardware. Install the new one. Transfer the files form wife’s pc to mine. Install the software so I can read whatever crazy moon format she uses to make them. Print them off with a few small issues but perfectly usable. Look at the clock 12:45. Take the bulletins to the church come home pass out wake up 15 min after church starts.

My grown children are moving back in.

Son and Wife had a big fight with Wifes parents of some kind and in the course of a few hours quit there job and decided to move in with me. I went to work thinking it was a great day, I came home Son, Wife, and grandbaby now live with me. I am now trying to babytise my house. It will take me a few days.

I am considering selling the house quitting my job and moving the hell away. Wife can come if she likes. Grandbaby can hang out. You can even come if you have or can get a job and/or can pay your own way.

It's not that i have nothing to say

It's not like I don't have anything to say or that nothing has been happening. However it all seems like such boring self serving bull that I never write any of it here. I am have been fighting so long and so hard I have trouble getting up ready to do anything but fight.

Dance Dance Dance

In the old village there was a harp maker and a harp maker of some skill and Integrity. Though he was faced with one major problem. Harps are not a commodity that are in high demand. As such he always found himself poor and scraping to get buy. Often times people would offer him a meal or help him with finances because he was such a fine and upright man. So much so they would ask him to resolve issues or witness events.

At one time it became popular to have his name as a witness on legal documents, which became an issue because almost immediately forged versions of his name would come up. So the man used his skills with making harps to construct a device to make a mark that no one had the skill or parts to duplicate. He then kept that device on his person at all times to make sure it would never come into the wrong hands. From then on he could charge a modest fee to put his mark on documents and soon grew to be well off and continue to be a harp maker.

Having conquered the ways of money he was left with the problems of love. He spent so much time with two jobs he found that he never had time to meet eligible ladies. Which is when his friend suggested then he take a trip to the local dancing places to meet a few and see if there was anyone he might wish to spend tome time with. This was a great plan but he didn't know where these places where so he needed his friend to show him. His friend agreed and they where soon on there way.

On the way to the first location his friend stopped and looked at him and aksed him directly. "Do you have your seal on you?" The harp maker was shocked. He checked his pocket and found it right where it always was. "Yes as always." the harper responded. Hi friend looked sad and told him "I can not do this. There is no was I can be seen out clubbing harper seels."

Spots and Shadows

It was a normal night for a young boy. I had a friend over and we where having a nice time in the dark. When you grow up removed from street lights you get a special sense of the dark. You know one type of darkness is just a place where there is no light. Another is a place where there is a hole. Still another might be a tree and another something hidden. As a young boy with a friend it is nice to explore the darkness and learn these things. That is just what we where doing. I would notice a tree, My friend would see a hole. I would find a raccoon, my friend would find a deer. A game that takes hours. A good game given video games where still a few years from becoming a normal thing and TV on the farm being limited with the only real kids programing on the weekend mornings. So it was raccoons and holes, trees and deer. Stars Clouds and anything else we could see in the darkness.

Then my friend looked over to me and said. "Do you see that spot there what is it." We had looked at a lot of things. In fact we where very good at this game. Experts in a way that I don't know if kids ever become anymore. We knew what was in the dark we studied it. This sopt however did look different. It somehow seemed darker. Not a darker that you get from light being blocked out. In fact the spot was very much in the open. It was just darker. As if there was a spot where the light just didn't want to be. So we watched it. Probably like watching paint dry or grass grow, but we wanted to be experts so we watched and tried to figure out what it was. So we watched and watched. Only nothing happened. We tried all the tricks and there was nothing left to do. We had to go to the spot to find out what it was. Carefully of course because who knows what it could be. The last thing you wanted to do was stop on a rake or something stupid. So we moved to it. Slowly carefully, but nothing. Only 2 foot from it and still all it looked was darker. Clearly there was nothing in it, but it was most definitely darker. So there is nothing to be done for it. We must step into the darkness. Only as soon as we moved closer the darkness moved.

Nothing in the dark moved, it was the darkness itself. Not like a spot light move but the way a sandstorm moves only smaller more controlled more calculating. When that happened we moved as well. As in ran. AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! We dove for flash light and turned them on the darkness and looked to see nothing. There was nothing there at all. Surly a trick of the light and overly excitable young boys. So we went back to our game. Lights went back off though this time we kept them in our hands. Nothing to be concerned about though. The spot looked normal. Only we watched it. "Do you see that." My friend said to me. I did see it but I didn't want to. The spot was coming back. "There is nothing there." I said as I stared at the growing darkness knowing full well I saw something. We both looked at each other and pointed our flashlights at it and turned them on at the same time. Nothing. We turned them back off. Only this time the darkness didn't come back slowly. It was as if it never left and it brought a friend. Now there where two and they seem to have more form. Like a person's shape only fluid. We decided that having the flashlights on was more fun.

The next day in full day light we got to talking about it. We where not sure what to make of it, but we where sure being scared of the dark was just silly. Surly any spot day or night could look darker. Being in the shape of a person or there being more then one of them was just our imagination playing tricks. I am sure even in the daylight we could find a spot that looked darker. So we went looking. "There's one." my friend said and ran behind a building. "I think I see one." I said and headed off another way. I went to my spot I imagined to be darker. "See nothing." I yelled. "Wait. it's more of a cloud now." My friend said. "It's moving. It's coming your way." I turned and saw.. A mist a swirl of white vapor on a warm summer day come around the corner. I looked at it and it stopped moving. Then it swirled and was gone. We spent most of that day talking about it.

That night things where different. From the window we could look out in the fields and the woods. From different sports a hundred acres where in view. We looked at the fields and we could see spots, darkness, shadows. Like people like clouds like animals like an octopus of darkness. Not one not two but many. Moving around some joining together for a time then departing some always separate. Some big some small. It would all have been very fascinating if it wasn't for four of them in the tree line 30 foot from the house. We would shine a light on them and see nothing but when the light was gone they where there. Sometime moving a few feet sometimes standing fast. We did not sleep well that night.

The next day however something happened. Something to horrible to imagine. Something devastating. My friend had to go home so that we could go to school the next day. He was on the lookout and so was I. Could we see them everywhere? Where we imaging more then there was? Where we imaging it all? How could others not talk about this stuff all the time if it was and issue. We didn't know. We do not want to be scared of the dark and we will not be. So home he went and home I stayed. A normal farm day for me and a more or less normal night. I did look out. I did think I saw things in the fields and trees. The four things watching where now two. I would not be afraid of the dark. I ignored them closed my eyes and slept. The fact I didn't sleep much the night before helped a lot.

The next morning going to school get's me up before the sun. In fact the bus picks me up at that time of year before the first rays of the sun come over the hill. In a time just before twilight I wait at the end of a long driveway. I look around and I can see them. All far away except for one. One from the trees waits sitting there by the trees. I ignore it. It is my imagination. Only my imagination seems to slowly be bringing it closer. Closer, closer it comes. I stand there and it is practically on top of me. I see details of it not so much with my eyes but with feelings. Describing it is almost like describing a nightmare. No matter what you say about it you just can't really describe it though you swear you can remember it. Then it was on top of me.

I closed my eyes and willed myself strong. I would stand my ground. I would not be scared of dark. I would stand there I would not go. It was cold. It was scary. My legs and arms grew tied. It felt like I was fighting only I didn't move. I stood there and willed myself strong. Then it was gone. The bus came and I went to school and didn't tell anyone. Not even my friend.

It was not the last time I saw them. It was the last time one touched me. I don't look at the darkness as often or as hard as I did so many years ago. At some point I quit paying attention to what the shadows do. When I have time and when some are around I can still make them out if I try, but no good ever seems to come of noticing them. So I do not try to often. I have heard others talk of what I believe to be the same thing. People call them shadow people but sometimes other names. Are they the same. Are they different. Are they there. Are they imagination. I don't know.

I can tell you this. Stand strong. Don't be afraid of the dark.