Post by Carol on May 2, 2011 20:58:10 GMT -5
I'm a Minnesota girl who loves the great outdoors. So what is it
about ghosts and spirits that intriques me so much? I love ghost
stories around a campfire, or even by candlelight when the
power is out. I love it when the wind is howling, as branch...es
dance across the window, while dark shadows lurk beneath an
eerie moon, and bone chilling suspense hovers in the air. I love
the thrill of the unknown, with heart pounding, nerves wretched,
and fear mounting, I climbed aboard a paranormal investigation.
This is my story. The sky misty gray, we travel along a jagged
country road of unknown territory. Barren fields surround us, our
silence ascends, as we approach the first house on the left, our
final destination. After careful surveillance of the property, and
wavering procrastination, we climbed out of the truck. First, a
brief question and answer session with lead investigators,
followed by introductions of fellow ghost hunters, and we were
swiftly guided to a darkened corner of the rickety old building.
We plant our behinds in chairs to make our investigation a bit
more comfy, or something to affix ourselves to possibly. Jason
begins to call upon the spirits unrested. "Ben are you here," he
inquires. "We've come to speak with you?" He said. "Little Girl,
are you with us this evening?" Corliss asks. Silence. "Is anyone
here tonight?" Jason asked. Silence still looming. "Can you make
a sound to let us know if your here," Jason inquired. Instantly, a
squeaking, scratching noise emerges from a dilapetated old
stove, stored in the barn awaiting to be scrapped. Shyly, a black
mist jaunts back and forth behind the stored stove. Joshua,
Corliss, and I observe his taunting play. Jason leaps from his
chair, attempting to see, our vision. He was unsuccessful, as it
simply vanished. Moments lingered, minutes passed, when
suddenly, the black shadow hesitantly showed his head and
shoulders. Everyone is silent. I blink my eyes, "why isn't anyone
saying anything," I think to myself. I close my eyes, "please
don't be there, please don't be there," I silently plead. I open
my eyes minutes later. He is still there. "Does anyone see the
head and shoulders of the dark shadow peeking at us, from
behind the stove?" I whispered. "NO, No, no." They replied.
Sheepishly, I slink further back into my chair, wondering if my
imagination has gone astray. Immediately, a tall, slim, black
knight reappeared. Fervently, I leap to my feet, hearing blood
curdling screams escape my body. "Are you guys effin' with me
or what?" I questioned. "This isn't funny. Seriously now, are you
playing with me?" I demanded. "NO, No, no, they replied again.
Needing time to digest what exactly I just witnessed, I raced
from the perimeter, seeking light and solace. Feeling bewildered,
breaking a ghoster hunter rule by my alarming outburst I
sheepishly slithered to the back of the observation tent. Still
shaken, I was relieved to have my vision restored, yet, tremors
continued to wash over me. After a brief summary of our
supernatural encounter, the second team of paranormal
investigators entered the spirited building. We waited in
anticipation for their interaction with a mysterious phantom.
Observing little activity, time continued to pass, suddenly, fellow
comrades began to stir. They appeared to be moving in for a
closer look, then immediately turned back, ousting whatever had
provoked their curiosity. Awhile later, there was movement in
the dubious dungeon once again.. "Zac" stood up, grappling
with his pants. Immediately, he vanished from our view, as his
remaining team lingered out of the old barn. When their team
entered the observation tent, Brandon was nowhere in
sight. "Where is Zac?" Jason inquired. "What was happening
with his pants?" Corliss asked. "His pants ripped, so he ran
home to change them." Bruce nonchalantly replied. Following a
short inquiry, Bruce, Jason, Tammy, Joshua, and myself, reenterd
the ghastly coop. Quickly, Jason summoned invisible souls. "We
are here to talk to you, we don't want to hurt you," said
Jason. "Can you make a noise like this, then knocked on a
wooden beam." Silence prevailed. "Touch one of us, let us know
your listening," he said. Within moments, I felt a brush atop my
hand. Cowering deeper into my chair, my mind immediately
began to rationalize what I felt. "Let us know your here," Jason
asked. "Will you tell Josh his cell phone is ringing," a voice
echoed from the walkie-talkie. "No it isn't," Josh replied. "Well
there is a light projecting from your pocket," the voice argued. "I
don't have anything in my pocket," Josh firmly stated. Just as
mysteriously as the light shone, it disappeared. "Are you with us
little girl?, Ben?, anyone?" Jason asked. Silently, we waited for
the spirits to respond. They didn't. "Touch someone," Jason
requested. Immediately, I felt a playful glide across the nape of
my neck. Startled, I immediately engaged in a silent
conversation with myself. "Lady, you have definetly slipped a
cog," I thought, ignoring the whimsical sweep of this lavish
touch. Finally, willing to acknowledge this mysterious
banter. "Josh are you touching me, I whispered. "NO," he firmly
stated. "Do you feel someone touching you, Carol?" Jason
asked. "Yes," I giggled Attempting to regain control of my
composure. Instantly, "lets, swap seats," Tammy said.
Immediately, I did. And, the jovial prankster had ceased his
grasp. Again, Jason called upon the spirits. Nothing. "Whew," I
delightfully savored. "Please touch someone, let us know your
still here," Jason said. "Please, please pick someone else," I
silently plead. "You can touch any one of us," he said
again. "Damn, I wish he'd quit saying that," I thought. The
engaging tickles quickly began. Now, consumed with paralyzing
cackle, penetrating flashes of light, wildly rolled. "My camera
won't work," Tammy announced. "Mine won't either," Bruce
uttered. "Stop, I don't want to play anymore, play with
someone else," I demanded aloud. "I've never seen anything
like that, I thought you were possessed," Bruce said.
Suddenly, "ugh," a mysterious moan was heard by all, "are you
laughing at me," an unknown voice murmured in Joshua's ear..
Immediately, Josh jumped to his feet. "Alright, thats enough, I'm
done." Josh yelled. And, we swiftly escaped the cave of horror.
Still today, I do not know the details of Zac's trouser caper, but,
I do know, he was sitting in the same exact chair Josh was,
when Josh encountered the unknown haunt. Those penetrating
flashes of light was Jason taking photos. What you don't know
is that I too had my employers pro camera with, and
mysteriously it too, would not work inside the terrorizing old
barn, but operated like a champ, immediately before, and after-
outside the disturbing coop. However, Jason managed to
capture a couple of images. In those pictures, there is a
unexplained black shadow fluttering in mid air above us, nothing
can account for the anomalies. Maybe it was the power of
persuasion, maybe we imagined it, maybe it was an elaborate
scheme planned by First Person Ghost Hunters, but, I will always
remember this colorful event, and will insist it was not my
imagination, nor a planned escapade. It definetly left a
permanent impression. Therefore, I encourage you to take the
journey of roving ghosts, black shadows, things that go bump in
the night, the possibilities are endless, and so will your
experiences that your likely to have along the way. For those of
you skeptics, I'm certain, in the least, you will be highly
entertained. On the flip side, you might have your own ghostly
encounter that will change your perception. Besides, its a
completely different matter when your actually there. Happy
Hunting!See More
By: Carol Jolly
.
about ghosts and spirits that intriques me so much? I love ghost
stories around a campfire, or even by candlelight when the
power is out. I love it when the wind is howling, as branch...es
dance across the window, while dark shadows lurk beneath an
eerie moon, and bone chilling suspense hovers in the air. I love
the thrill of the unknown, with heart pounding, nerves wretched,
and fear mounting, I climbed aboard a paranormal investigation.
This is my story. The sky misty gray, we travel along a jagged
country road of unknown territory. Barren fields surround us, our
silence ascends, as we approach the first house on the left, our
final destination. After careful surveillance of the property, and
wavering procrastination, we climbed out of the truck. First, a
brief question and answer session with lead investigators,
followed by introductions of fellow ghost hunters, and we were
swiftly guided to a darkened corner of the rickety old building.
We plant our behinds in chairs to make our investigation a bit
more comfy, or something to affix ourselves to possibly. Jason
begins to call upon the spirits unrested. "Ben are you here," he
inquires. "We've come to speak with you?" He said. "Little Girl,
are you with us this evening?" Corliss asks. Silence. "Is anyone
here tonight?" Jason asked. Silence still looming. "Can you make
a sound to let us know if your here," Jason inquired. Instantly, a
squeaking, scratching noise emerges from a dilapetated old
stove, stored in the barn awaiting to be scrapped. Shyly, a black
mist jaunts back and forth behind the stored stove. Joshua,
Corliss, and I observe his taunting play. Jason leaps from his
chair, attempting to see, our vision. He was unsuccessful, as it
simply vanished. Moments lingered, minutes passed, when
suddenly, the black shadow hesitantly showed his head and
shoulders. Everyone is silent. I blink my eyes, "why isn't anyone
saying anything," I think to myself. I close my eyes, "please
don't be there, please don't be there," I silently plead. I open
my eyes minutes later. He is still there. "Does anyone see the
head and shoulders of the dark shadow peeking at us, from
behind the stove?" I whispered. "NO, No, no." They replied.
Sheepishly, I slink further back into my chair, wondering if my
imagination has gone astray. Immediately, a tall, slim, black
knight reappeared. Fervently, I leap to my feet, hearing blood
curdling screams escape my body. "Are you guys effin' with me
or what?" I questioned. "This isn't funny. Seriously now, are you
playing with me?" I demanded. "NO, No, no, they replied again.
Needing time to digest what exactly I just witnessed, I raced
from the perimeter, seeking light and solace. Feeling bewildered,
breaking a ghoster hunter rule by my alarming outburst I
sheepishly slithered to the back of the observation tent. Still
shaken, I was relieved to have my vision restored, yet, tremors
continued to wash over me. After a brief summary of our
supernatural encounter, the second team of paranormal
investigators entered the spirited building. We waited in
anticipation for their interaction with a mysterious phantom.
Observing little activity, time continued to pass, suddenly, fellow
comrades began to stir. They appeared to be moving in for a
closer look, then immediately turned back, ousting whatever had
provoked their curiosity. Awhile later, there was movement in
the dubious dungeon once again.. "Zac" stood up, grappling
with his pants. Immediately, he vanished from our view, as his
remaining team lingered out of the old barn. When their team
entered the observation tent, Brandon was nowhere in
sight. "Where is Zac?" Jason inquired. "What was happening
with his pants?" Corliss asked. "His pants ripped, so he ran
home to change them." Bruce nonchalantly replied. Following a
short inquiry, Bruce, Jason, Tammy, Joshua, and myself, reenterd
the ghastly coop. Quickly, Jason summoned invisible souls. "We
are here to talk to you, we don't want to hurt you," said
Jason. "Can you make a noise like this, then knocked on a
wooden beam." Silence prevailed. "Touch one of us, let us know
your listening," he said. Within moments, I felt a brush atop my
hand. Cowering deeper into my chair, my mind immediately
began to rationalize what I felt. "Let us know your here," Jason
asked. "Will you tell Josh his cell phone is ringing," a voice
echoed from the walkie-talkie. "No it isn't," Josh replied. "Well
there is a light projecting from your pocket," the voice argued. "I
don't have anything in my pocket," Josh firmly stated. Just as
mysteriously as the light shone, it disappeared. "Are you with us
little girl?, Ben?, anyone?" Jason asked. Silently, we waited for
the spirits to respond. They didn't. "Touch someone," Jason
requested. Immediately, I felt a playful glide across the nape of
my neck. Startled, I immediately engaged in a silent
conversation with myself. "Lady, you have definetly slipped a
cog," I thought, ignoring the whimsical sweep of this lavish
touch. Finally, willing to acknowledge this mysterious
banter. "Josh are you touching me, I whispered. "NO," he firmly
stated. "Do you feel someone touching you, Carol?" Jason
asked. "Yes," I giggled Attempting to regain control of my
composure. Instantly, "lets, swap seats," Tammy said.
Immediately, I did. And, the jovial prankster had ceased his
grasp. Again, Jason called upon the spirits. Nothing. "Whew," I
delightfully savored. "Please touch someone, let us know your
still here," Jason said. "Please, please pick someone else," I
silently plead. "You can touch any one of us," he said
again. "Damn, I wish he'd quit saying that," I thought. The
engaging tickles quickly began. Now, consumed with paralyzing
cackle, penetrating flashes of light, wildly rolled. "My camera
won't work," Tammy announced. "Mine won't either," Bruce
uttered. "Stop, I don't want to play anymore, play with
someone else," I demanded aloud. "I've never seen anything
like that, I thought you were possessed," Bruce said.
Suddenly, "ugh," a mysterious moan was heard by all, "are you
laughing at me," an unknown voice murmured in Joshua's ear..
Immediately, Josh jumped to his feet. "Alright, thats enough, I'm
done." Josh yelled. And, we swiftly escaped the cave of horror.
Still today, I do not know the details of Zac's trouser caper, but,
I do know, he was sitting in the same exact chair Josh was,
when Josh encountered the unknown haunt. Those penetrating
flashes of light was Jason taking photos. What you don't know
is that I too had my employers pro camera with, and
mysteriously it too, would not work inside the terrorizing old
barn, but operated like a champ, immediately before, and after-
outside the disturbing coop. However, Jason managed to
capture a couple of images. In those pictures, there is a
unexplained black shadow fluttering in mid air above us, nothing
can account for the anomalies. Maybe it was the power of
persuasion, maybe we imagined it, maybe it was an elaborate
scheme planned by First Person Ghost Hunters, but, I will always
remember this colorful event, and will insist it was not my
imagination, nor a planned escapade. It definetly left a
permanent impression. Therefore, I encourage you to take the
journey of roving ghosts, black shadows, things that go bump in
the night, the possibilities are endless, and so will your
experiences that your likely to have along the way. For those of
you skeptics, I'm certain, in the least, you will be highly
entertained. On the flip side, you might have your own ghostly
encounter that will change your perception. Besides, its a
completely different matter when your actually there. Happy
Hunting!See More
By: Carol Jolly
.