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| From:  Avidly (Original Message) | Sent: 10/13/2005 6:48 PM |
Just for Smig- a thread dedicated to all things ghostbusting.  |
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So how does one go about finding out if their soul was splintered, where that fragment is, and how to release it or get it back?
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 7/17/2008 7:41 PM |
| Yeah that.... no idea how you figure that out without a psychic's help. lol |
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Next time, bring a smudgestick, lol.  |
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 10/24/2008 7:53 PM |
here's my summation of the ghosthunt from October 18th, 2008. In one word: NASTY.
This house sits in one of those small rural towns with an evil undertone throughout. Against Tammy's wishes, her mother purchased the house for her and her children to live. A few weeks prior to our visit, Tammy invited a team of paranormal investigators, named SPCTR to come search the house. Donna and I watched their footage with interest, and took particular note of an EVP they captured of a woman's voice. From this clip, Donna gathered there was a female ghost trapped there, and she was terribly distraught.
On a Satruday night, October 18, Donna, Becky and I traveled to Hardwick to meet Tammy at the house in question. Tammy no longer lives there. Her mother rents out the house, and it was currently between tennants. Tammy told us there were many times she had shown the house to prospective renters who flat out said 'no way', or even ran out of the house during the tour. We were supposed to meet at 10pm, but we ran late by 40 minutes, and pulled up the house around 10:45. Tammy was no where in sight. The three of us looked up at the house and groaned. Not one of us was excited to walk in there. It was gray brick, with a broken up walkway, and the two upstairs windows leered down at us as if to say "Go Away." Tammy had told us the house was unlocked, so we agreed to enter on our own. We were sorry we did. The house reeked of urine. We walked into the green room and nearly vomited. Besides the odor, there was an oppressive force that was more than unwelcoming. We creeped into the kitchen, and exited after seeing the slough of bugs scatter across the floor. Donna announced that she would not stay in that house without Tammy's presense, much to our relief. I snapped only seven pictures with my freshly charged digital camera before the battery died completely. Fortunately, in one of them, a beautiful orb appeared in the upstairs window. We retreated to the car and called Tammy to reschedule, but Tammy said she would drive back immediately. Apparently she wanted this done, badly.
Tammy apologized for leaving, but she had felt so uncomfortably sitting alone in the car in front of that house that she could not tolerate it any longer. I couldn't blame her. Her dislike for the house was quite evident.
In the green room, Donna got the name Fred. She told us Fred was a nasty man who lived there with his wife and children. One day when he was changing out the storm windows on the second floor, he fell off the roof, landed on his son's wagon and broke his back. He was confined to laying flat on a bed for the rest of his life, where he belted out orders to the wife and kids, and grew morbidly obecse. Daily he blamed the son for his condition. (son later grew to be an alcoholic, no surprise) He knocked out his wife's teeth when she took too long getting his food. Told it her didn't matter anyway, since she was already so ugly. When the family dog jumped up on his chest, he choked the dog to death in rage. Did I mention how he sexually abused the daughter as an infant? Fred also had a habit of soiling his bed on purpose when the wife didn't bring him the chamber pot quickly enough. Such was our suspicion for the horrid urine smell, which grew stronger and stronger as the night went on.
Since Fred was such a stand-up guy in life, you can only imagine how he could make a household feel as a ghost. The distraught voice Donna heard on the EVP was Fred's timid wife. She was franticly searching the house for Fred's glasses, which she had misplaced. Fred became so enraged that his temper tantrum, as Donna put it, was what killed him. Now Fred and his poor little wife were stuck in this house, doomed to relive that horrible day for eternity.
Donna asked the other side for help. Becky's grandmother, a very sweet timid woman herself, came to whisk the poor wife away. She had no problem with leaving once she knew it was an option. Becky's uncle Joe came to confront Fred. Becky said Joe was a real SOB himself, so it was a good match up. Tammy said she too had an uncle Joe of the same caliber and soon he showed up as well. Joe the Miner. Just hearing a name identical or similar to their name is often enough to invite a spirit from the other side to join the party. The Joes faced off with Fred, kicking him in the sweet spot, then realizing he was paralyzed and couldn't feel below his waist anyway. Oh, no hard feelings, they said. But he continued to tell him, sure, they were tough guys, but they never hurt a kid. Donna asked if a child had had his eye poked in the house? Tammy said her son took a fall on the stairs that nearly took out his eye. Such things that had happened were the doing of Fred, said the spirits, and they informed him that he was never again allowed to harm a child.
Fred threw yet another tempter tantrum, stomping his feet and such, but it never occured to him that he wouldn't have been able to do that in real life. We taunted Fred for 30 minutes, trying to get him mad enough to figure things out on his own, but no such luck. Fred was simply too angry and too stubborn to be budged. We moved upstairs to the blue bedroom where there was another female ghost, Edna. Edna was quite angry at the two ghosts downstairs who were ruining HER house. She too, wanted us out of her house. She loved the house and stayed there as a guardian, which seems to be the trend with female ghosts. But her presence was still forboding and uncomfortable, and the bedroom was ice cold. As Donna asked her if she could hear and understand us, I would keep getting cold chills on my back, like someone was blowing on it. Eventually, a spirit Elizabeth showed up to help. Tammy said that was the name she was going to give to a baby she had lost. Donna told Edna she could leave for heaven, and help take care of the baby. And she went.
Tammy pointed out the small hole leading to the attic. She told us how one potential tennant had boosted herself up to peer into the attic, saw a terrible green mist coming towards her and left the house immediately, despite having no where else to stay. We declined to look in the attic.
The upstairs bedroom with the forboding windows ended up having the best energy of the entire house. Donna said someone had used the area as a prayer room, and Tammy confirmed that her daughter, who stayed there would say the Lords Prayer over and over when she was scared. Donna said those prayers were the only thing that kept this entire house from burning down. Tammy confirmed that there had been a fire while they lived there.
Back downstairs, we tried our luck with Fred again, but to no avail. All we managed to do was piss him off even more. We certainly left him in a fine mood for the new tennants who were supposed to move in the next day! Poor people.
Here's an interesting photo I captured from the outside, with a nice orb right over the bedroom window where he broke his back. I had borrowed a camera from work with a wireless mic for the night, and the wireless mic started out working great, but as soon as we first entered the nasty room, it popped and crackled. I suspect the negative energy drained the battery from the receiver. Donna had the same problem with her audio recorder. There is one itneresting flash of light I caught on video in the green room that I am working on getting on youtube. |
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The house reeked of urine. Explains why "between tenants", lol.  See, I would've wanted to look in the attic, to see if I could see that green mist. Where's the photo, lol?? (I'd love to see any video you got!) Sounds like a pretty nasty place, all in all. I don't know that it would 'scare' me, per se, but I definitely wouldn't want to live in a place that creepy.  |
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 10/24/2008 8:20 PM |
here's the house, attached.
You know that feeling you get when you KNOW you're unwelcome somewhere? You're not "scared" to be there, but you are very uncomfortable and wish you were anywhere else at that moment? That's how this felt. Very unwelcome. |
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Ooo, very orb-y. They ought to paint it a more cheerful color, that might help, lol. And to answer your question, yes, I do. Very much so. |
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 10/25/2008 3:38 AM |
| Go to this website, and listen to the "residual EVP." This local paranormal club was at the house before we were, doing it all TAPS style with fancy equipment. This EVP is from the house I just discussed. Can't you hear a woman's voice saying "I can't find the glasses." ????? |
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I listened to the EVP & I didn't hear anything. More pictures please!! |
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 10/27/2008 4:56 PM |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB_zAQFxfg8
It's nine minutes long, but this is what Donna's ghostbusts are like. You can see her talking with "Fred." Unfortunately, as much as we taunted Fred, we couldn't' get him to do any tricks for the camera. (I don't feel bad taunting the mean ghosts, it's karma, baby.) |
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I heard something on that one, but I couldn't make out what it was. Will try to check out the last one there when I get home today (Have been SO busy at home, haven't had time to get online). I've got a sort of a ghost story for you, lol. Background - my step-father lived in a condo and when he died, he left no will ("I'm going to live forever, why should I do that?" lol). His ne'er do well son (the youngest of 3) and his serious loser of a daughter (middle child) both moved in, lived there for several months, and completely destroyed the place, stole a bunch of his stuff, etc. The oldest, a girl, is trying to act as executor, and has had a really difficult time dealing with the other two (I'm talking seriously nasty people - drug addicted, welfare fraud (the middle girl has one of her twins pretending to be retarded so she can get extra money), threats of violence, etc.). But they finally moved out, she has gotten the place fixed up (and changed the locks) and it has finally been sold (even in this market!). Well, something came up this weekend, something about hearing someone milling around inside in the middle of the night or something like that (this is 3rd-hand, she spoke to my mom, not me, lol). She went by to check it out and was surprised to find that the 'back door' (a door that leads into the garage from the house, not to the outside) was locked. She always leaves that unlocked, because the garage door is stuck or broken right now and can't be open. Hmm, weird. So then she speaks to the next door neighbor who told her he thought someone was living there again, since he's heard someone taking a shower around 5:30 in the morning (that was the time my step-father would get up in the mornings, and take his shower). But there's no sign of water or wet soap in the shower. Yvette also told mom that recently, when she'd go back to check on the place, she'd notice a light on in the kitchen or the overhead fan on in the bedroom, and each time just assumed she had 'forgotten' to turn them off, like she's losing her mind or something, lol. The neighbor had suggested maybe someone from a family that lives on the other side - who apparently have a jillion kids around all the time - might have somehow broken in. They typically do this on a roof-to-roof basis, coming in through an upstairs window. But no, all the windows are intact, locked. And the sliding door is locked, too, from the inside. It IS possible that the realtor, in showing the house, has left lights and/or fans going by accident. But there's no way this showering at 5:30 in the morning could be attributed to him. My mom immediately knew what was going on and told her that it's got to be her dad, and she said that had occurred to her as well. He's probably so happy that the place is clean again, lol. He's a neat person, but his youngest two seriously destroyed that place (we're talking used diapers in a closet and even worse than that, filth everywhere, broken dishwasher, broken everything), and the clean-up was long and laborious. But now it's clean and a new family is moving in. Anyway, I can't think of any other reason someone would hear the shower going at 5:30 in the morning when there's nobody inside, and that's the time my step-father would take his showers. I'm sure he's been rolling over in his grave as they say, over the horrid behavior of his 2 youngest - and he never would have expected that from his son (neither would we, actually). The few things mom and I would have liked back - a painting I did for him about 30 years ago, a painted mirror my missing best friend did for him around that same time, and a pair of jade bookends that my mom's best friend had given her 40 years ago that she let him use - we will never see again. They were gone from the house by the time Yvette could get in there (months after the other 2 had taken it over), along with pretty much everything else. There has been a lot of negativity around this, lots of court dates including protective orders, etc., and it's finally coming to an end. So we just have no doubt at all that it was him in there. He visits my mom a lot, but it's kind of nice to see he's checking out his place, lol. |
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| | | From: Avidly | Sent: 10/27/2008 6:13 PM |
| Fascinating! I'll bet you're right, he's probably so happy that the house is in good shape again. |
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We can't think of any other reason he'd hear that shower going at that hour, and there be no tell-tale sign of water.  |
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