I will be appearing on Beyond The Edge Radio Show tomorrow at 3pm pacific time. I will post the link here when I get it. Should be an interesting show.
Sorry I have not posted about the new Ghost Adventures Season 11. I have been working on a number of things namely a client that had gotten ahold of me telling me about the happenings in their new house.
There have been a few odd paranormal things going on. Shadows, black mass coming from the ceiling, shadow people walking past a window, talking when there is no one around but the strangest thing I also experienced. The client had not told me of this and I experienced it with no knowledge so now I need to fix the problem.
I was doing a walk through in the back yard and from behind the wood fence I heard a voice say, “Kill”. That’s it, one word. The client told me when I asked in a certain way about it then I knew. So now I will be moving toward a full saying and protection of the property.
With that, school and everyday life I have not gotten to watch Ghost Adventures but I hear it’s pretty good (I saw the 1st but got distracted, not sure if by something in the episode or somewhere else). Be patient it will come 🙂
Just a little short story I worked on for the weekend.
The dark clouds rolled in faster. Every breeze feeling colder. When was a weatherman in Los Angeles ever right? Angelique knew rain was coming, and she could feel it in her bones. As she sat waiting for the guys in the quite almost abandon cemetery she sat perched atop an old headstone within a group of older headstones. Peering out she wondered how anyone would find their loved ones here the places went on for miles. She was waiting on Rugrat and the rest of the guys. They were supposed to bring beer and regale her in stories of Vampires and Ghosts. Little did they know she loved a good ghost story? The scarier it was the better.
The guys called their midnight wandering through the cemeteries “Invasions”, and invade they did. Most of the stuff they “found” came off the dead. Stuff they could pawn later for beer and smokes. She hated the smell of cigarettes. Angelique fancied old tombs over desecrating the dead.
Rugrat, the youngest and Madmax (so named because he was for lack of a better word crazy). “Let’s show Angie the old tomb”. Rugrat hollered from the headstone he’d perched himself on. Flicking cigarette ash all over watching it blow in the breeze, and he took off laughing wickedly headed toward the far back part of the cemetery.
The place where the trees grew wild. Branches and vines often overtook even a well-worn dirt path. Angelique was of course down with that. She hopped from her perch giving chase. Half skipping half running to keep up across the expanse to the old tomb. Madmax tripped her halfway across, and she went flying to the ground. “Curiosity killed the cat”. He jumped up laughing and took off again.
The over growth made the place spooky enough. Vines, branches and limbs all weaving an intricate web. They reached the area of the cemetery that had no headstones no walkways, and no lighting. Tonight it was only lit by the light from the full moon which seemed to stare down at Angelique like it knew some secret she did not.
The whole group was loud. Surely trying to wake the dead. Stopping Angelique caught the vision as the old tomb rose up from the back of the cemetery, a menacing old thing. It must be thirty feet high. Around it a weather old wrought iron fence. It was referred to as THE old tomb. With its marble columns. Angelique shivered. It felt like they had stood there glaring at it for hours. The graveyard had gone silent. She wanted to touch it. In the showdown of an old oak tree, the leaves gracefully brushing the top of the roof. Madmax was the one to lean forward. “Go ahead touch it”. He stepped back hands on his hips, and a sly grin coming to his lips.
Mesmerized Angelique reached out. Her hands as if gently caressing the weathered marble. It felt strangely warm beneath her fingertips. As she pressed her palm to it it seemed to pulsate. She noticed as she slowly made her way around the tomb only a light layer of dust remained, and the name atop where the door might be had worn away over time. She returned to stand with the guys. Staring as if being called she noticed what looked like a door. It was one large piece of marble. No hinges. No handles. It was now illuminated only by the torch Madmax had lit and replaced in its intricate wrought iron holder.
The guys were becoming restless for something. Cramming themselves as close to Madmax and Angelique as they could. Rugrat was twitching and giggling. “You want to go inside don’t you”? Angelique looked at him blankly as if in a fog. The same fog had begun to envelope the cemetery and tomb in its chilly embrace. The torch gave off no discernible heat as she gazed upon the door. Heat seemed to be rising from her toes and racing through her body. In a horse whisper, “Sure”.
Wondering what might be inside. There are no such things as Vampires!! She began telling herself. But tonight was different. It was…..Halloween. So began her initiation. There was some guy dressed in coat tails lying in wait inside she was sure of it. May everyone have a good laugh. Madmax touched the solid piece of marble and it slowly slid open making a loud dragging sound as it did so across the marble floor breaking the silence that had befallen the group.
Angelique gave a small nervous smile trying to peer inside. It was so dark even the light from the torch couldn’t pierce it. She felt a hand on her back with a push. Some hushed giggles but not one of them followed her. They stood quietly behind the line the door had made motioning for her to go ahead. She took a step and was enveloped in darkness.
She stood stick straight trying to adjust her eyes. She had felt feather light touches like spider webs. Brushing at them she stopped. Reaching out she thought she had found some sort of table or maybe it was a coffin…….
Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm and she thought one of the guys had finally followed her in. She stood still as the hand slowly trailed up her arm. Her leather jacket slipping from her shoulders into a heap on the floor. She could feel the feather light trail of fingertips leaving a burning trail up and down her bare arm, and fingers wrapping around and grasping her forearm. From behind she could feel the other hand. The slow caress on circling her from behind. Light I need light!!!!! She was screaming in her head but not a word came out.
Cold fingers caressed her shoulders. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you Angelique”. The room began to feel as if it were swirling. As if the floor was giving way beneath her feet. She could feel his lips lightly brush her neck. Wrapping one arm around her waist, and pulling her tight against him. He pulled her long black hair over her shoulder. Every move seeming deliberate. Her breath was coming in short quite gasps. Then she felt it.
His teeth sank into her neck. Everything was moving in slow motion. She could feel her warm blood trickling down her back. There was only the sound of him feeding. She knew then this was no fun and games initiation into the group. The guys brought her as an offering. He could read her thoughts, and she his. “I chose you. They were only charged with keeping you safe until tonight”.
The room was spinning. She thought she would fall but his strong arms lifted her. He softly brushed her hair away from her face, and there was light. Where was the light coming from? Angelique was confused. She tried to focus but the gleaming white satin was so soft against her burning skin. She was jolted for a moment………..He hadn’t drained her completely.
this little article from Kitty Jost-Janusz about my house http://bit.ly/1dmWUJK …which is going to be the location for a Major Studio DVD Launch Party with all the Hollywood Trimmings in Late September!! Will be one Wild Event Streaming on Periscope and Meerkat details soon
Really, Come on now.
It’s amusing some of the items that get listed on eBay. Here’s an example.
A woman comforted her son’s fear of his grandfather’s ghost, by selling it on eBay, It had more than 34 bids!
Mary Anderson from Hobart, Australia, said she placed her father’s ‘ghost’ on the on line auction site after her son, Collin, said he was afraid his grandfather’s ghost would return someday.
With the eBay description she headed it: This Isn’t A Joke. Mary explained to bidders that she had decided to sell the ghost because of her young son Collin.
“I always thought it was just normal kid fears until a few months ago he told me why he felt scared. He told me, ‘Grandpa died here, and he was mean. His ghost is still around here!'”
Mrs. Anderson didn’t want to put off potential bidders so she added: “My dad was the sweetest, most caring man you’d ever meet.”
She also included her father’s metal walking stick in the auction, so she would have something ‘solid’ to send the winning bidder. The proceeds of the auction were used to buy Collin a special present,
Mary added one proviso for the winner bidder: “I would like to ask you to write a letter after you’ve received the cane, and the ghost, to my son, letting him know that he’s there with you and you are getting along great.”
A Goldfinch flew over. I didn’t look up. I knew what species the bird was without seeing it. I recognized its call. But it got me thinking about those cases of haunting where no actual apparition is ever seen. Why do witnesses assume a ghost is even involved?
With no apparition, a haunting consists of some odd occurrences happening at a particular location. That a ghost is responsible is an assumption. Of course, you could argue that similar events occur in hauntings with or without apparitions. But even when ghosts are seen they are not observed producing knocking noises, moving objects about or any of the other stuff associated with hauntings. Ghosts are also often seen without any accompanying haunting phenomena. It might, therefore, be better to think of ghosts as a rare symptom of certain hauntings.
Despite this, there is a general assumption that hauntings are caused by ghosts, seen or unseen. This brings me back to the Goldfinch. Suppose I was in an empty building and I heard a door close somewhere out of sight. I would assume that there was someone present. But if, on searching, I could find no one, I would either conclude that they had left rapidly or it was a ghost. But there is another possibility, of course. What if the sound was not a door closing at all but just sounded like it? There is even a small possibility that my Goldfinch was something else entirely. A Starling, for instance, can mimic other bird calls.
My point is that I think people may assume invisible ghosts are responsible for haunting phenomena because they sound like someone moving around. But the sounds of someone moving about are so general that they can be produced by many other mechanisms. The ‘closing door’ I heard, in my example, may have been some automatic machinery operating, for instance, or perhaps something falling down. I have often been caught out by machinery in this way, causing me to think I was not as alone as I’d thought. And that’s just indoors. Outside there are many things, like the wind, flowing water or animals, that can sound like someone moving around.
There’s a lot more on this topic here. You will gather from these blog posts that I regard the idea of invisible ghosts as an, as yet, unproven assumption. Maybe compelling evidence for their existence is out there somewhere but I’ve yet to see it.
From: Posted by assap
Here is the 1st 4 minutes of House at the End of the Drive. Inspired by the Manson Murders aka the Sharon Tate Murders the movie was shot a stone’s throw down the drive from where on August 9th 1969 5 people were brutally murdered. The house where the movie was shot is wildly haunted and was the basis for the film and the activity here during the filming was crazy. For more insight into the back story please look at my other videos on http://www.youtube.com/davidoman It won for best writing at the Shockfest Film Festival in Hollywood at Raleigh Studios January 11th 2014! The Oman house was on on Ghost Adventures on Saturday February 15th the season nine premiere, The Oman House is a Los Angeles home ridden with paranormal activity believed to be directly related to the infamous Sharon Tate murder by Charles Manson’s cult of followers in 1969. Reports include objects moving on their own; sightings of Jay Sebring; and those who enter the house have feelings of overwhelming physical pain and illness.” Check it out https://youtu.be/PsxheoaS6F4
The movie is based on my personal experiences living in a house I built down the drive from the infamous Sharon Tate murders of Aug 9th 1969 (aka the Manson murders). Shot on location just a stones throw from where the murders took place and inside my house. Other videos of the Ghost Investigations at my house on youtube http://www.youtube.com/davidoman FB https://www.facebook.com/Houseattheen… Website http://houseattheendofthedrive.com Here is the latest article on the house in the L.A. Weekly July 18th 2014 http://www.laweekly.com/news/the-ghos…
From The Seattle Times about this Saturday’s Ghost Adventures.
You don’t want to miss this episode. This place is creepy but so beautiful.