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  The next even coming up is a live investigation in Ness City, Kansas! You can find that info here :Ness City Public Investigation

Private business 4/21/2017 KASPIR

Friday April 21st the KASPIR team  did their first investigation of a private business in Wichita, KS.  

  The investigation started around 10 PM.  Sam, Richard, and Shannon (KASPIR team members) got a tour of the building but was not told and history or experiences that have happened on the property. They did this to not be influenced.
  Richard decided to set up his equipment in an area by himself. Shannon and another ELP team member set up where a lot of activity was reported a little further from Richard.  Sam accompanied Leo, Jeremiah and myself to the back of the building to observe and take notes.
  As my group started an EVP (electronic voice phenomenon) session, Jeremiah picked up an oblong shadow on the wall behind Leo and myself.  18 seconds into recording on the digital voice recorder there was a 'clank' sound heard. At 45 (11:22PM) seconds into recording a whisper was heard by Leo and a member of another group yards away from where we stood. "By now you have probably seen most of us here. We do have a new few guests roaming the building so.... be courteous, come out and say hi. Come out and talk to us. Show yourself at any time." It was faint but Leo says it sounded like a confirmation. We continued with asking for who ever made this whisper to speak louder or make another noise. At this moment we heard a tap beside us. Leo reports hearing another whisper. Followed by breathy sounds.
  "If you're truly here with us tonight can you make a knocking sound to let us know how many people are here with us." Leo continued with the session (3:30 on recorder 11:26 PM) "mhm"  was heard by Sam and Leo.  Leo instructed whatever was with us to use energy from the storms, his energy or batteries we had with us.
 "Got something weird with the camera that's never happened before.." (6:33 on recorder 11:29 PM) "Had 8 or 9 minutes left on the reel and it flashed up with a message saying recording interrupted please wait. I've never seen that before" Jeremiah was explaining as he sees something pass behind Leo and I . He describes it as a big shadow what  a human head would cast behind us on the wall. (8:12 on recorder 11:31 PM) a squeak was captured. We searched for what could have made the noise and couldn't find it. There were some possibilities of what it could have been.
  Later in the night in the same area, Sam saw another shadow against a door. He reported it to look like the same one Jeremiah saw.  Around this same time, I headed off to another area of the building where there were some strange activities involving tarps moving 6 feet towards someone, tapping, and a noticeable gust of wind to someone's face. There is no air flow in this area. When I set up my equipment ( EVP, EMF detector, and camcorder) nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The tarps were hung to block off certain parts of the large storage room I was in. Nothing was moving.  I asked if something was with me to make the lights on the EMF go up. Nothing happened. I made sure to stand very still as to not touch the tarps or make any other sound the equipment might pick up. at 15 seconds on the recorder I start to hear some of the tarps scraping against the cement floor.  (1:45 on recorder) A tap was heard. The scraping sounds started to get more frequent and louder. (3:41 on recorder) I felt a cold chill and heard a whisper.  After that I saw something move from the left side of the tarp in the middle to the right side as if something was run along the back of it. At this time the tarp to my right moved a good 3 feet towards me and stayed there, not moving. I heard foot steps coming from the left of me and getting closer. I just had a weird feeling that I wasn't welcomed in that area any more. I picked up my equipment and headed out to the main lobby.  I brought Richard, Sam and Shannon back to that area to investigate. Nothing strange appeared to happen with them. The tarps did move slightly around us. Sam's theory was our body heat effecting them. This is possible. It did not, however move as much it did when I was alone.
  Shannon and Erin were set up in another part of the building. They have some reports of personal experiences. This will be updated more on later. Erin reported hearing something continuously moving around in a certain area. Every time she went to investigate where this sound was coming from, it would stop. She searched under tarps and pallets and couldn't find the origin of this sound.
  The KASPIR team members and I did report a lot of dust and car noises around the building during the time of our investigation. Some footage and recordings are still being reviewed at this time. There doesn't seem to be too much actually caught on recordings. Anything that is found will be uploaded and updated. Another experience caught by them was a whistle that was heard.
 After the KASPIR team had concluded their end of the investigation, I stuck around with ELP to poke around some more. At this time Leo, Jeremiah, Erin and another member of their team, and myself all gathered in the large area of the building and set up a laser grid. The level of activity we experienced from that point was astonishing. We started rolling right around 2 AM. With in the first minute on my camera Erin mentions she hears a low voice multiple times. Shadows are reported moving about 30 feet in front of us by both Jeremiah and my self.   2:30 on camera " I just heard a really long sigh..." I said " Did you guys hear that?" Came from Leo.  What he explained hearing was a big bang near him and got heat from it. After feeling this he reports seeing a big black shadow coming from the area as well. This relates back to an experience that has happened to Jeremiah in the past at this location. A second sigh happens near Leo once again. Jeremiah starts hearing dragging footsteps in the area as well. This all seemed to happen with in the same couple of minutes back to back. 4:16 into the camera footage a loud growl is heard. No one remembers clearing their throat and we can hear myself and another member discussing a flashlight. It sounded to me like it was disagreeing. The more laser lights we put up the more things started to feel heavy. at 5:11 on the camera you hear something seemed to be thrown and bounced in our area. On another camera at 26 seconds in you hear a loud female voice. Leo tries to provoke it but saying "What did you say again? We misunderstood you." Another voice is heard by all of us after this. Then another female voice is heard seeming to be having a conversation with someone. 2:38 on camera Jeremiah  is discussing with another team member about hearing a voice and Leo thought he heard my voice.

Lizzie Borden Took An Ax
By Ashley E Chancy


“Lizzie Borden took an ax and gave her Mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done, She gave her Father forty-one.”

What began as a simple rhyme to skip rope to in the early 1890's has now long since left its mark on the little town of Fall River, Massachusetts. A once calm and quiet town was struck with terror on the morning of Thursday, August 4, 1982. It is said that Lizbeth Borden, Also known as Lizzie had brutally murdered both of her parents in their very own home on 92 Second Street. Downstairs in the lounge, Andrew Borden casually napped on the couch until he was discovered first with 12 quick blows to the face that not only tore apart his skull, But had left half of his eye dangling against his cheek. Abby Borden, Lizzie's Step-Mother was found second in the upstairs guest bedroom. Lying face down in a pool of blood, It was later determined that she met her untimely death with 19 forceful and violent blows to the back of the head and shoulder blades. She was murdered first sometime between 9 and 9:30 am. With such an odd tone, Lizzie called to their maid, Bridget Sullivan; “Come down quick. Father's Dead! Someone came in and killed him!” It all began with that simple and clear statement from Lizzie Borden that spun theories left and right as to what had actually occurred that morning.

Over the years after first being introduced to this case, I have heard theories ranging from Lizzie committing the murders to her big sister and even to their Uncle, John whom had actually stayed at the Borden residence the prior evening to the crimes. Almost all of them though circled around Lizzie playing the biggest part in them all. She did it. In the 1800's though, For a woman to commit something so atrocious was simply unthinkable. A woman could never partake in such a horrifying act of violence. Women were nurturing, Caring individuals with hearts of gold. They were not cold-blooded murderers. One of my favorite motives though is due to the fact that Andrew had removed Lizzie from his will shortly after learning that Lizzie had been having affairs with women rather than your traditionally man and woman relationship. It seemed to make sense to me. To no surprise though, Lizzie was arrested on August 9th and spent ten months in jail until her crimes were acquitted on June 21st, 1893. Imagine if this crime were to happen today? With all of today's laws, forensics, and media.. Do you think Lizzie would have walked as a free woman?

The narrow house on 92 Second Street or now known as 230 Second Street has remained as active today as it was the day of the murders. After my introduction to this house of horror late one evening on the Travel Channel, I became absolutely submerged in the stories within its walls. However, The following summer My Mom and I took our usual summer trip up North to Jersey where my Mom was originally from. We always had so much fun hanging by the shore and hitting up Six Flags and We had always taken one big trip within our trip to a variety of different places. I mean, We've been to New York City, Washington DC, and Pennsylvania. That year though, My Mom and cousin, Anita planned something a little different for me. You see, For the past year I had been infatuated with The Borden Bed and Breakfast. Yeah.. This house where those murders had taken place, They literally turned into a Bed and Breakfast. You could stop by for tours and even spend the night in one of the rooms. I thought it was the greatest thing in the World but my Mom was never really into that type of stuff, Or so I thought when I was a kid.

So one morning, My Mom, Anita and my cousin, Ryan who is the same age as I am, Woke up early and piled into the car on a journey to this house in Fall River. The ride was long, but man, Was it worth it. We began the tour by entering the front of the house and one of my favorite facts about the house is that all of the door knobs were actually the original ones. I don't know.. Something about touching the same items that Lizzie had just sent my mind into such excitement. I had found different things to take an interest in, but nothing that quite captured me like Lizzie Borden. This experience though was quite different then anything that I had ever known before. I have always believed in the paranormal and that there is something much greater than us here. My tour at the Borden house though was just, It was the beginning of it all for me. My family and I stepped into the main entrance of the Bed and Breakfast and the atmosphere felt calm. Steady. Nothing quite out of the norm, but shortly into our tour though as we made our way into the dining room, I came to feel pressure against both of my shoulder blades. It wasn't too hard, Not to the point where I needed to sit down or leave, but just enough to know the difference that something was near me. It was almost as if someone was holding onto my shoulders. That was my first encounter. We continued on through the bed and breakfast, Discovering the sitting room where Lizzie's Father, Andrew had been murdered. The host that we had was so knowledgeable and fun, Even laying down on the couch in the same position that Andrew's body had been found it.

The tour then proceeded upstairs where we were introduced to the John V. Morse room. It was typically the room that their Uncle would stay the night in when he would come to town to visit with his brother and his family. It was also the room in which Mrs. Borden was struck down in, And of course, It seemed like the perfect photo opportunity between Ryan and I. Guess you could say that we were “creepy kids” and come to think about it, We definitely still are.

Now, As any tourist would have it, My camera was going off left and right, Capturing anything and everything I possibly could. These were all memories that I never wanted to forget. Aside from another incredible family vacation, This was one of the coolest experiences that I had ever had at that point in my life and even to this day. Looking back, Especially now that my Mom has passed away, These pictures were just.. Still framed stories waiting to be wrote about. After finishing the tour, We left the house and instantly, The pressure against my shoulder blades seemed to seize almost as quickly as it had began. I brushed it off as we left the premises and went on to visit a few other places in Fall River including the Fall River Historical Society. The FRHS is now home to the actual murder weapon, A lock of Abby Borden's hair that was matted with her own blood as well as many other items pertaining to the home, the family, and the trial itself. Now, Going into this house I wasn't really expecting anything other than a great time with my Family. It wasn't until I had the pictures developed that I discovered a photo that would forever change my life, Really.

A small orb towards the left side of a couch almost where a person would sit. Could it have been dirt on my camera lenses? Maybe. But then why didn't the same piece of dirt appear on all of my other photos? “Ashley, It was probably just dust” and you're right, It may have been, but with it being a bed and breakfast, Wouldn't the entire house be kept clean and spotless? There are multiple reasons as to what it could be that appeared in my photo that day so I leave that explanation up to you, The readers. For me though, I wasn't alone that day. For me, It was the beginning of a World that I had no idea truly existed. Not for regular, ordinary people like me anyway. This photo was the gateway into a world that people shy from, That people dismiss.

This photo is why I am part of the Phantoms Keep.

For information on reservations and tours, Please visit:
The Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast.
Fall River Historical Society.

This post is dedicated to my Mom, Layna 9/23/66-2/28/10
Thanks for all of the wonderful memories, Mom. You're the best.♥

Florida Trip

Max- It was a long trip to Florida! But I was glad that I got some much needed time with my Phantoms Keep crew! This was the first time all 3 of us got to work together on two investigations.
 The first stop of the night was Eau Gallie cemetery. a follower of our group suggested it to us. There were claims of hearing people having full conversations, orbs, people being touched.. We had to check it out before going on to our main attraction for the evening.
 There was a weird feeling in the air that I can recall from first stepping up to the gates of the cemetery. It seemed like a pretty good night for an investigation. The weather wasn't too hot or cold and there didn't seem to be a lot of traffic. We each had our different tasks that night. I, myself, was doing voice EVP and video recording to start with. We weren't there but maybe 5 minutes when we started hearing foot steps around us. Sadly, nothing was caught on film so I put it in my head it was the wind and some leaves.
  At one point we did keep running into this cat that did seem very curious what we ere doing but only really stayed within a group of plots. As we traveled away from the cat we didn't seem to catch anything other than our cameras all going out of focus at the same time.
 The biggest piece of evidence we did collect was when Ash had her KII meter going. We couldn't find any source to make it jump up 5 lights and it would only happen around a certain set of graves. My EMF didn't pick up anything in the same spot and only seemed to affect Ash's.
  The second part of the evening was spent at Georgiana Cemetery also know as Crooked Mile. This location was in a very populated area, which caught me off guard. The minute we parked the cars and got out there was a strangeness in the air. This location has been known of having many different activities. There is said there is a little girl who is seen there most of the time with some other spirits. People have been touched and had small objects thrown at them. There is al reports of just feeling like you are being watched all the time. Because of being in a neighborhood we limited use of lights as to not disturb any of the surrounding houses.
 We stood  in the middle of the graveyard and could hear the wind blowing but didn't even feel so much as a breeze. From behind us we could all hear someone walking up but every time we turned around there was nothing.  At one point we had what I would consider intelligent responses on the KII meter.
 Ashley introduced us all and made it clear we were here to communicate and not harm anyone. I asked for certain responses from whoever was there with us. I noticed the lights on the KII started to dance a little bit for us. I asked if this was a spirit trying to communicate if they could make the lights go back down to 0. As I asked this all 5 lights lit up then returned back to 0. Shortly after they returned to 3 lights being lit. I also tired it in reverse to make them go from one light to all 5. It complied.  As we were doing this we started to smell wood burning. I asked if the presence if it would like us to leave to make all 5 lights light up. They stayed at 3 lights. I asked if they would like us to stay to drop to one light. It jumped up to 5 lights. These lights kept going up and down as we asked. I asked if this was the little girl trying to contact us and all 5 lights lit up and stayed lit for a good amount of time.
 One of the last things we experienced was Ash and I were standing still and heard a noise that almost sounded like something stepping right up behind us. At that time I felt a breeze on my neck that caused me to turn around and notice Ash had turned at the exact same time. We took a name from a near by stone and asked if it was the kid trying to communicate. When we didn't get a response, we asked if it was someone else and got all 5 lights once again. The temp changed quickly and we wrapped up hearing some more noises.

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.

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.

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