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Thursday, March 30, 2017
Another one from a reader "Amanda"
So my most recent experiences goes like this. I was working at the port, it happened to be mother's day. I was waiting for a friend of mine to get off work so that I could catch a ride home. That night she was working with another friend of ours out in Jetty Park. The park was trashed and it was well after midnight and I was ready to go so of course I stayed over to pitch in and get the work done. After our last haul to the dumpster, my friends and I were standing around talking. Our male friend (we'll call him Chance) was telling my friend (lets call her Janet) about a siren and a warlock that had been giving him some trouble recently. (Keep in mind we are all gifted in some way or another so this is actually not unusual talk for us) He was saying how the warlock had sent the shadows to torment him. I didn't think much of it other than to finally end the night and go home and say some prayers for his safety and serenity. The next day i noticed that my ankle was itching like crazy. I pretty much wrote it off as some bug bites as we were out late but thought it slightly odd as I had been wearing pants. I also started to notice from that day forward that I would catch shadows from the corner of my eye skirting around. I finally gave in and decided to investigate my itchy ankle and noticed that it was not bug bites but a perfect imprint of a little mouth. I immediately called Chance and demanded he tell me more about who bit me that night. He told me the siren was not happy that I was poking around in their business and the little one was upset by this and bit me as warning. I spent the next several weeks trying to convince the siren and the shadows that moved in to leave me and mine alone as we were not involved. That little one tormented me for months, following me everywhere, hiding around corners and just in general creeping me TF out.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Submission from a reader.
We have been getting emails from some of our readers who want to share their experiences. Lets call this one..... Amanda.
So when I was a teenager, maybe 15ish if I remember correctly, I had a really close friend that had this huge crush on a guy. I never knew the guy, had not so much as even seen him. All that I knew about the guy was his name (cause my friend talked about him constantly). That summer I spent the summer away in FL with my dad and when I returned home I found that my friend's crush had passed in an accident. She was heartbroken. Fast forward a little later that same year, said friend and I and another friend have a little sleepover. While the one friend passed out my good friend and I laid on the floor just talking about random whatever's. All a sudden she turns away from me and freezes. A minute or so pass and she collects herself and turns back to face me. I asked if she was ok, she said that she was, but she was really pale like she just had the shit scared our of her. We go on with our random conversations and she freezes again, goes pale and gets up and goes to the bathroom. I give her a few mins, a little weirded out myself and when I go in to check on her I find her sitting on the edge of the big Jacuzzi tub. I go and sit next to her and almost beg for her to tell me what is going on. She goes on to ask me if I remember the guy that she had a crush on. Of course I remembered the endless conversations we had about him so I told her yes. After some more prodding she tells me that as we were talking, she did not see me, she saw his face. At this point I honestly thought she might have been on some kind of drug. She said this was what happened the second time as well. At that point I thought it might just be best to leave well enough alone and call it a night. We were obviously exhausted and her slightly delirious. The next day her and I went back to my house. I was talking to my mom about the incident from the night before and she told me that he wanted to talk to her and that I should let him. At this point, I think my mother is crazy too. But I decide what the heck, can't hurt. So I tell my friend that we are going to talk, and that I am going to let him talk to her and to feel free to ask him questions in hopes of her getting some of the closure that she needed. We sat down at the kitchen table and just started to talk. Now remember at the beginning of the story, I never met this guy and seriously knew nothing about him more than his name and all that I knew in regards to the accident that killed him was that he was on an atv. She starts to ask me questions that really could have been general knowledge for anyone that had hung out with him for any amount of time. Things like him wearing a hat the day he died (apparently he ALWAYS wore a hat) and just missing each other. She asked a specific question though and this is where it got really weird to me. I could feel that I was present but I knew it was no longer my words or actions at the table. She asked what happened to his hat and I (he) laughed. She asked what was so funny. I (he) tells her that he knows where it is and that it is ok that they have it. A friend went to the site after everything was over and had found it and was keeping it in their dresser. He tells her that it is ok, he wanted that guy to have it and he needed it more than she did but would not tell her who it. The conversation pretty much stopped after that. A few weeks later my friend comes to me and tells me that she found out where his hat was. She told me she found the friend that had gone to the site after the accident and said that it went down like I had told her that day. A friend was really upset and showed up there looking for anything. He found the guy's hat off to the side almost hidden in some brush and he picked it up and kept it as a reminder of his friend. Guess where the guy had been keeping the hat? The 3rd drawer of his dresser.
So when I was a teenager, maybe 15ish if I remember correctly, I had a really close friend that had this huge crush on a guy. I never knew the guy, had not so much as even seen him. All that I knew about the guy was his name (cause my friend talked about him constantly). That summer I spent the summer away in FL with my dad and when I returned home I found that my friend's crush had passed in an accident. She was heartbroken. Fast forward a little later that same year, said friend and I and another friend have a little sleepover. While the one friend passed out my good friend and I laid on the floor just talking about random whatever's. All a sudden she turns away from me and freezes. A minute or so pass and she collects herself and turns back to face me. I asked if she was ok, she said that she was, but she was really pale like she just had the shit scared our of her. We go on with our random conversations and she freezes again, goes pale and gets up and goes to the bathroom. I give her a few mins, a little weirded out myself and when I go in to check on her I find her sitting on the edge of the big Jacuzzi tub. I go and sit next to her and almost beg for her to tell me what is going on. She goes on to ask me if I remember the guy that she had a crush on. Of course I remembered the endless conversations we had about him so I told her yes. After some more prodding she tells me that as we were talking, she did not see me, she saw his face. At this point I honestly thought she might have been on some kind of drug. She said this was what happened the second time as well. At that point I thought it might just be best to leave well enough alone and call it a night. We were obviously exhausted and her slightly delirious. The next day her and I went back to my house. I was talking to my mom about the incident from the night before and she told me that he wanted to talk to her and that I should let him. At this point, I think my mother is crazy too. But I decide what the heck, can't hurt. So I tell my friend that we are going to talk, and that I am going to let him talk to her and to feel free to ask him questions in hopes of her getting some of the closure that she needed. We sat down at the kitchen table and just started to talk. Now remember at the beginning of the story, I never met this guy and seriously knew nothing about him more than his name and all that I knew in regards to the accident that killed him was that he was on an atv. She starts to ask me questions that really could have been general knowledge for anyone that had hung out with him for any amount of time. Things like him wearing a hat the day he died (apparently he ALWAYS wore a hat) and just missing each other. She asked a specific question though and this is where it got really weird to me. I could feel that I was present but I knew it was no longer my words or actions at the table. She asked what happened to his hat and I (he) laughed. She asked what was so funny. I (he) tells her that he knows where it is and that it is ok that they have it. A friend went to the site after everything was over and had found it and was keeping it in their dresser. He tells her that it is ok, he wanted that guy to have it and he needed it more than she did but would not tell her who it. The conversation pretty much stopped after that. A few weeks later my friend comes to me and tells me that she found out where his hat was. She told me she found the friend that had gone to the site after the accident and said that it went down like I had told her that day. A friend was really upset and showed up there looking for anything. He found the guy's hat off to the side almost hidden in some brush and he picked it up and kept it as a reminder of his friend. Guess where the guy had been keeping the hat? The 3rd drawer of his dresser.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
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The Batcave
Before my fiancé and I moved, we had a very interesting house. It was a quadplex townhome. The space was incredible and was a steal on the price for rent compared to others around it. From the very first time walking in their, the air was so thick. I chopped it up to the house has been sitting in the Florida heat for awhile now with no A/C.
As you walked in the front door you were facing right up the stairs. To the left of the stairs was a little closet that wrapped under the stairs. We called it the batcave. Then there was the 1/2 bath in the dining room and kitchen to the left of the batcave. Up stairs were the two bedrooms and full bath. The living room was to the right of the stairs and the far wall was nothing but a huge mirror.
About a couple weeks of living there thing started to happen. I actually got mad because my fiancé would keep shutting the cat in our room when we went to work and leaving the bedroom that was under constructions door open. When I confront her about it she said she had done the opposite. It kept happening.
We would be sitting in the living room and feel something stare at us from the middle landing on the stairs but when we would look nothing would be there. That went on for month. Our friends who lived on the opposite side of the wall claimed the same thing about their stairs. We didn't think anything of it.
This one time our A/C fried and stopped working. It was miserable in Florida summer. Almost unbearable to be in let alone sleep. We set up air mattresses in the living room and put every fan we could in there with us and set up a portable A/C in the kitchen just to try to sleep.
It was about 3 AM and my fiancé got woken by something she couldn't explain. She said she felt light someone was shinning a green laser over her closed eyes. When she opened her eyes the room was pitch dark. In the mirror she say something move out from the batcave and walk into the kitchen. She sat straight up and turned but there was nothing there. She laid back down and pulled the sheet over her head to go back to sleep. This dark figure had to be about 6 feet tall and completely black, she said the next day.
A couple days went by and everything seemed normal. My brother and his girlfriend were living with us and he had come home to grab something out of his room. Before that I was there by myself just cleaning the kitchen. I saw him come down stairs in a white T-shit, some trunks and a baseball hat and walk into the living room from the corner of my eye. I tried starting a conversation with him and got pretty irritated when he wasn't answering me. I walked to the living room and found no one there. As I stood there very confused for a second, he came down the stairs behind me and asked who the guy in the hat was that he saw. I looked at my brothers clothes. He was wearing a black tanktop and his work pants, no hat at all. I told him that I just saw the same guy.
Things went back to 'normal' after that. Doors opening and closing them selves and so on. I told my brothers girlfriend about what we both saw and she laughed it off basically saying she had to get in the shower for work. I was coming up the stairs when I heard her yell. She opened her door and the look on her face was complete shock. She told me how she walked into her bedroom to get dressed after her shower and her phone had come off the bed and flew to the other side of the room.
There wasn't too much that happened after that because we moved about a month or so later.
As you walked in the front door you were facing right up the stairs. To the left of the stairs was a little closet that wrapped under the stairs. We called it the batcave. Then there was the 1/2 bath in the dining room and kitchen to the left of the batcave. Up stairs were the two bedrooms and full bath. The living room was to the right of the stairs and the far wall was nothing but a huge mirror.
About a couple weeks of living there thing started to happen. I actually got mad because my fiancé would keep shutting the cat in our room when we went to work and leaving the bedroom that was under constructions door open. When I confront her about it she said she had done the opposite. It kept happening.
We would be sitting in the living room and feel something stare at us from the middle landing on the stairs but when we would look nothing would be there. That went on for month. Our friends who lived on the opposite side of the wall claimed the same thing about their stairs. We didn't think anything of it.
This one time our A/C fried and stopped working. It was miserable in Florida summer. Almost unbearable to be in let alone sleep. We set up air mattresses in the living room and put every fan we could in there with us and set up a portable A/C in the kitchen just to try to sleep.
It was about 3 AM and my fiancé got woken by something she couldn't explain. She said she felt light someone was shinning a green laser over her closed eyes. When she opened her eyes the room was pitch dark. In the mirror she say something move out from the batcave and walk into the kitchen. She sat straight up and turned but there was nothing there. She laid back down and pulled the sheet over her head to go back to sleep. This dark figure had to be about 6 feet tall and completely black, she said the next day.
A couple days went by and everything seemed normal. My brother and his girlfriend were living with us and he had come home to grab something out of his room. Before that I was there by myself just cleaning the kitchen. I saw him come down stairs in a white T-shit, some trunks and a baseball hat and walk into the living room from the corner of my eye. I tried starting a conversation with him and got pretty irritated when he wasn't answering me. I walked to the living room and found no one there. As I stood there very confused for a second, he came down the stairs behind me and asked who the guy in the hat was that he saw. I looked at my brothers clothes. He was wearing a black tanktop and his work pants, no hat at all. I told him that I just saw the same guy.
Things went back to 'normal' after that. Doors opening and closing them selves and so on. I told my brothers girlfriend about what we both saw and she laughed it off basically saying she had to get in the shower for work. I was coming up the stairs when I heard her yell. She opened her door and the look on her face was complete shock. She told me how she walked into her bedroom to get dressed after her shower and her phone had come off the bed and flew to the other side of the room.
There wasn't too much that happened after that because we moved about a month or so later.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Private Business- 3/09/17
Thursday, I had the chance to join another local team on an investigation. Everyday-Legacy Paranormal is a very know investigation team here in Wichita. Their vas knowledge and experiences are something to be admired. I felt privileged when they invited me out.
I met with the team in the private business' parking lot around 7:30 PM. They started by telling me that this building has been investigated many times by their teams and almost never disappoints. The things they have experienced and even caught on tape is nothing short of amazing. There has been disembodied voices, shadows, tapping, knocks, and apparitions.
The first story that was told to me was when they hate two mediums join them for the night. Each of them went in separately and both of their stories matched up 100% without speaking to each other. The team has even lead tours of the building before and turned skeptics into believers.
Our investigation lasted roughly 2 1/2 hours. We used cameras, voice recorders and EMF readers. There were a lot of footage and taps to go over and they are still being processed. You will be able to see and hear the evidence on our Facebook page and YouTube page as well.
I can say there were a lot of knocks and taps there not picked up on any recordings. There voices heard that I hope we caught as well as shadows and other happenings.
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I met with the team in the private business' parking lot around 7:30 PM. They started by telling me that this building has been investigated many times by their teams and almost never disappoints. The things they have experienced and even caught on tape is nothing short of amazing. There has been disembodied voices, shadows, tapping, knocks, and apparitions.
The first story that was told to me was when they hate two mediums join them for the night. Each of them went in separately and both of their stories matched up 100% without speaking to each other. The team has even lead tours of the building before and turned skeptics into believers.
I can say there were a lot of knocks and taps there not picked up on any recordings. There voices heard that I hope we caught as well as shadows and other happenings.
To check out Everyday- Legacy Paranormal's other investigations please check out their website here :Everyday-Legacy Paranormal
To checkout our Facebook :The Phantoms Keep
To check out or YouTube channel :Phantoms Keep Channel
Friday, March 3, 2017
An Evening With Annabelle.
By Ashley E Chancy
Movie Cinema has spent years instilling fear into audiences. Audiences that originally found no harm in small, comforting toys, But it wasn't until the debut of a special Raggedy Ann doll that sent the Horror Culture into a frenzy. Releasing in 2013, The Conjuring opened its film to introduce us to a doll by the name of Annabelle who took quite the liking to two young nurses. It caught us and encouraged our curiosity to seek out the tale of this demonic doll. Now, We've all seen our fair share of horrifying dolls from the Zuni Doll in 1975's Trilogy of Terror to 1988's Child's Play where we were left terrified of a Good Guy Doll, All the way to Billy from Dead Silence releasing in 2007. As frightening as those were, Annabelle left us craving more and more. Where did she originate from, How did she end up with those women? How were the two paranormal investigators going to contain this troubled spirit? We needed more and thankfully, James Wan along with writer, Gary Dauberman and film director, John R. Leonetti were able to deliver. The following year releasing in the fall of 2014, Annabelle hit theaters to give us the dosage of answers that we all sought out. It fell rather short compared to our first experience with The Warren's in The Conjuring, but that didn't mean that our answers weren't fulfilled. For those of you first learning of the experiences, Ed and Lorraine Warren were and are two of the most important and inspiring people in the Paranormal Realm. A couple weeks ago, I had the opportunity to tune in to a live feed straight from The Warren Museum located in Monroe Connecticut. As of today though, They have closed the museum do to zoning regulations and are in the process of relocating. The live feed featured a very short movement of the Annabelle doll from one safe location within a small box to another. The feed included an introduction to Dan Rivera who is a curator for the museum now along with a gentlemen named Tony whom I can only imagine also works at the museum as well. We were advised that Dan would be handling the doll itself given that not only had he been blessed by a Catholic Priest, but his hands were also drenched in holy water and covered by gloves. They made it quite clear that skin contact to the ore of the doll would allow for demonic spirits to be transferred. Along with eerie music lingering within the background, Tony began the transfer with a reading of the St. Michael the Archangel Prayer.
“St. Michael Archangel, Defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil. May God rebuke him, We humbly pray, And do though, O Prince of heavenly hosts, By the power of God, Thrust into hell Satan, And all the evil spirits, Who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.”
It was only then that Dan would proceed forward to carefully lift Annabelle from her case and gently place her swiftly into the new case that he had built specifically for her. They added that she would remain there “until hopefully forever.” Tony continued and concluded the ceremony with a binding ritual once Annabelle had been placed into the new case and the door had been closed. The child inside of me had kept my eyes glued to the doll in hopes that something would happen.. I was left with slight disappointment as nothing had happened. Spirits though are.. Full of wonder and unanswered questions. As much as I had hoped that I could witness the unbelievable, I knew that the chances weren't very high. From personal experiences, I have come to believe that the spirits will make their presence known to those blind to the abilities that they possess. It's to those beings that the spirits are more likely to take control over. The innocent. The closed minded. Or to those who have completely opened their minds to the unknown. This live stream had more than two-hundred thousands views and within the room of four people who were more than prepared for such an event to take place. It was an unlikely time for the spirit to strike. Still... My mind was left to imagine the undeniable question, "What if?" What if the doll had moved? What if the camera's lenses had shattered? What if the case once closed simply, Fell over? We were left full of such suspense. I guess that's all part of the experience of the unknown though. The feeling of being left to wonder and think, "What next?" The World is full of things that no one can explain and for that reason, Most people tend to turn in the opposite direction of things that they simply don't understand, That they fear. I guess that's where my Team and I come into play. We run towards it with excitement.
Below, I have provided links to not only Dan Rivera's Facebook page which still contains the live stream from February 22nd, but also to the Warren's website. There it is filled with a variety of different articles to read over, including a tribute to Ed Warren himself as well a link to the actual “Evening with Annabelle” event that Dan and Tony will be hosting on March 11th of this year.
Until next time, Kiddies.. Always Believe.
Dan Rivera
Warren's Occult Museum
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Your stories
I have heard from a lot of our followers how they have had some pretty crazy things happen to them or they have seen or heard some things. TELL US! Feel free to comment on our Facebook or here on the blog with you experiences. If you drop a location we might go investigate it! We are always looking for new experiences and a chance to explore the unknown or weird. If you don't want to post you can always send me and email at MaxLaird05@gmail.com. You can send photos or just your experiences. I look forward from hearing from you all.
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