The Squatter, Pacer, Bride and Dark
THere is the full moon that night. I can only wonder what awaits me tonight when I meet with HPI (Haunted and Paranormal Investigations) of Northern California. In the future, HPI will go to Brookdale Lodge in the Santa Cruz mountains to investigate. Because of family duties, this is one investigation that I will not be able to participate.
Imagine it. The family calls HPI, have unbearable spirits at home and want to know what they are dealing with. HPI appears with black or obscure blue winds, decorated with capital letters HPI at the back of the jackets, just like wearing DEA, FBI, ATF. All members are wearing sunglasses and have ears Rap4 Secret Service with a secret throat microphone prepared for action. HPI investigators pull up 3 black SUVs with HPI displayed on the driver's side. I'm going again, he dreams of how this investigation went. HPI, unlike DEA, FBI, ATF, do not look for criminals, but they are looking for ghosts, poltergeists, shadows, demons, etc. Of course, because we are all paranormal investigators, we would not reject the opportunity to examine the abduction of strangers, Bigfoot or anything else as “paranormal”.
That night we will have two novel paranormal investigators in the team, their names are Amanda Hopper and Janice Cameron. I met Janice by my neighbor Nick Asevedo. Nick paid his HPI membership contributions, but he was still investigating. He experienced paranormal. He cancels the incident in which he lived in Reno/Sparks, Nevada and his family saw a ghostly little boy sitting on the edge of the bed, learned that he once lived there and drowned in a bathtub. The spirit of Little Boy threw the plant out of the coffee table to the family, and the family decided that it was time to move. Nick engaged his family, his niece Tiffany Cameron and her mother Janice Cameron went to their first HPI meeting in the coffee garden and brought with them a girlfriend Nick Jamie Warden. Tiffany, Janice, Nick and Jamie pay HPI members, but only Janice is a content who pulled a content number from the captable hat and was chosen for this investigation! HPI meetings are great fun because we can analyze audio and video material from various investigations. Meetings are an educational experience.
Let's go back to reality, the investigation begins almost. I bring Janice Cameron, who lives in my area and we stop at Amanda Hopper's house to pick her up. Amanda is quite a figure and greeted me with a third eye attached to her forehead. We will go to Starbucks on Broadway/15th Street. It is a popular Starbucks because it is located in the part of the center where you can sit outside on a sultry, nice day and watch people. You get captivating characters on Broadway, there is always a lot to watch. It is a pity, we could not meet at Starbucks in El Dorado Hills, because Starbucks in El Dorado Hills has a restless spirit that is known to throw coffee filters at employees. Janice as a sign of thanks, she bought me a pretty warm Grande Caramel Macchiato.
Shannon and the crew come, and Shannon informs us about the investigation. Shannon goes through all the time that he is a professional, he respects the house, without drinking, without excessive thunderous conversation, etc. Roll Call for paranormal investigators HPI is: Shannon McCabe/President; Paul Dale Roberts/Ghost Writer/Assistant Organizer; Carol Gillis/secretary; Tim Hawkins; John Wachter Aka Vlawde; Michele Payel; Mary Casiano; A member who wants to remain anonymous; Janice Cameron; Alicia Perry and Amanda Hopper. I was presented with a resident of this house, who looks like a miniaturized horror of Amityville, with 2 gigantic windows that look like eyes. The place of the occupier of the house identifies as Scott Bailey, a locally known artist. In fact, he works at the B Street Theater, which is also haunted. Scott's graphics are throughout the house, such as a barbie doll trapped in a wire grid and Gothic drawings. Carol Gillis approaches me and informs that she felt piercing chill on her back.
In my interview with Scott, he says that he has low quality intuition and constantly feels that someone is watching him from the closet. There are probably 5 entities at home. Scott has a name for each of them, there is a Squatter. Squatter is in the closet and he is sitting and looking. He thinks that this squadter is a Latin man. Pacer, an energetic spirit that directs the corridor. He thinks he is a ghost who falls into his face and feels his face right next to his face. The bride, his sister detected the presence of the bride at home. Dark is a spirit that seems to be prone to his character. Dark is a faint spirit, but it seems to be a bit on the sinister side. Scott's friend once spent the night and dreamed of a family, a man, a woman and a child naked on the pitch and forced to leave the gutter to the grinding machine and scattered to the fields as fertilizer. He thinks that this dream came to him through the obscure. Scott says that the earlier owner was in the fight against his personality and aroused ghosts. When Scott first moved in, it seemed that there were many more activities. It seems that in the bedroom and corridor there is more spiritual activity, and sometimes the spirits seemed bored and falling into stagnation of energy in which nothing happens. In this way, Scott describes how the ghosts of his home behave.
The house was built in 1800, the bathroom is a newer addition to the house and built in the 1940s. The lower floor was once delicatessen and served dairy sandwiches, which once were on the other side of the street in the 1940s to the 1950s. While investigators have configured video cameras using EMF readers, in the wardrobe zone there was a detection, in the same area where Squatter is spent. Reading jumped from 1, jumped twice to 1, and then there were no more readings for this area of the wardrobe. The EMF reader is an electro magnetic energy sensor. I entered the back room and Michele felt like she was pushed into a chair. The film was captured by balls. Some frigid spots were detected. Amanda, sensitive, collected beings in various parts of the room, breathed deeply and sensed the area and felt where there could be a being. Hmmm …. what I personally detected, can you ask? Once upon a time I felt a frigid feeling on my back, then I turned around and I was next to the window. I looked through the video camera on a tripod and thought that I saw some balls, but they were only dust particles. I ordered Mary to shake the jacket, and when the dust fell off her jacket, they seemed to be backstage on the apparatus. Now the balls of the western SAC have moved irregularly, especially when you have 3 flying. In this visit I did not see such a ball activity. I'm not from Missouri, but I like the motto of state … “Show me”. I experienced more at the National Hotel in Jackson and West Sac Haunting than what I experienced here. Of course, we have not yet received our results from audio and video tapes. The SCI FI CHANNEL ghost hunters were not always successful and maybe there are ghosts in this strange -looking at home, but I think I wanted to see something that was unusual. Just feelings. Two words … “Show me!” When I returned home, I turned on the cartoon channel and guess what was on? Yes, Scooby Doo and Gang Gang, who destroy the spirit. I thought when we were haunted as terrifying as those you see on the Discovery channel, haunting? In Shannon, I like the fact that she has a skeptical eye and is looking for the truth through learning, in fact she always told me to make sure that the balls are not dust particles or lithe reflection from another source. Shannon is not looking for a visuality of Scooby Doo, but a real thing and I have to agree with Shannon! If so, it is an educational experience. More information about HPI go to: www.hpifaranormal.net
Paul Dale Roberts, an independent writer
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House of horror
INI was 14, we moved to the elderly CPR house. Things were good for the first 2 nights, then it started. My brother's rocking chair would move by itself for a few minutes, and then began to go all day. We were not allowed to enter the basement, but my brother went down. As soon as we arrived and touched the dirt, everything changed, someone or something threw rocks and broken furniture in us, shouting at us to get out.
Then the situation deteriorated. We heard the movement of the furniture, the pictures flew off the wall. He was scratching on the windows, and when we looked, we saw the faces staring at us. Whatever was in this house, I didn't like me. It would stop me difficult enough to leave the traces. My brother and I got our pastor from our church to borrow us crosses and prayer, we thought we could overcome it. When we approached the basement, we once again arrived halfway, when the shouting began again, shouting to get out. As soon as I touched the grubby floor, the man came in front of me and pushed me back. My brother, feeling that we were not welcome in this house, he caught me outside.
We left this house that night, after just 3 months. We have Movers to get our things. When they got our things, they even said that they felt uncomfortable there and that they thought someone had told them to get out.
Country Horrors
AND It was fifteen years when it happened. It was in the venerable village house in Burford Ontario. I went to visit my friend and his family for a week of 2001, they recently bought a rural house that needed work. The house had a disturbing story, the previous owner hung in the basement of the house about six years ago. When I say the basement, it's more like a basement. There is no entry from the inside of the house, only from the outside, next to the main entrance to the house. The house also suffered a fire before that owner he has never repaired. The house was divided into two sections to get to the second section, which is, as he called the burned rooms, you had to go down the long corridor on the mountain, which had three rooms. One of them was my friend's room, the second bathroom and the third burned room. At the end of the corridor there was a door that led to the second part of the house. I only went once in the second part of the house, but it was destroyed.
My parents' parents, where they are currently trying to fix it, but there were still a lot of fire damage. As the week passed, they told me stories from the past: two families shared the house when one night the second part caught and killed her husband, his wife and their son. Now in a burned room in the corridor, when my friends cleaned him, pulled out the wall and behind the wall, found a can of arsenic with a kitchen spoon. Well, when I stopped there, I had the pleasure to hear what I thought was BS, Bangings, Voices and strange feelings.
One night we were in the friends of friends, preparing to bed, listening to the music quite loudly, but we were so far from everyone else that it didn't matter. We heard very noisy and suddenly knocking on the door. We rejected the music, opened the bedroom door, nobody came to the conclusion that my brother was amazed with us. Then it repeated, we didn't look, nobody. I decided to stand at the door, and when his brother knocked, I would open the door right away. So, they certainly knocked that I opened, nobody there, so I looked into the hall, and the door to the burnt section was widely open. Me and my friend sold it down and everyone was in the living room, and my friends dad told us to stop running, but we weren't.
We returned to his room with my brother, we played music, and the knock began again, this time we just rejected the music and you could hear someone running, giggling and slammed the door at the end of the corridor to the burned rooms.
And I didn't finish my friend, his brother and I all slept in this room the next night and heard someone in a burned room for about 20 minutes. The most terrifying experience in my life.