Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum

 Last year, I traveled to Vegas solo to go to Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum for my birthday.  I wanted nothing more than to spend my special day in a place I've wanted to go to since it opened.  

When I arrived, I was greeted by "Angry Joe " Tasso, which was a real treat.  He noticed my Selenite/black Tourmaline necklace and we talked about certain crystals and their ability to enhance your physic energy and to help you get in touch with the spirit world, as well as using them to protect yourself from negative energy and aid to ground you.  It was really nice to meet him, and after I signed the waiver I was lead inside.  

My tour was only myself and three other people, a younger male and what seemed to be his parents. 

The moment I stepped inside I could feel all kinds of energy, dark, light, and the anxiety of the other guests. Mixed with my excitement my heart was racing sitting in the lobby waiting to start the tour.  

The building alone felt ominous and the energy seemed to seep through the cracks and surround not only the building but those of us waiting to enter.  The 11,000 square foot, 30 room building was constructed in 1938 and originally owned by a banker and businessman Cyril Wengert. Unexplained experiences have been associated with the property for decades. When Zak Bagans interviewed a local woman who recalls breaking into the unoccupied house as a teenager, she found evidence of dark rituals in the basement, most famously a Pentagram which was believed to be the site where the rituals were conducted.  

I had so many experiences, almost in every room.  If I were to explain them all this would become a mini-book, so here are the ones that most deeply affected me either at the time or I came to find even months afterward. 

The Funeral Parlor

This beautifully constructed place of mourning contained two human skeletons from the Oddfellows Asylum still in their original coffins.  We were all sat in chairs and told about the history of the secret society of the Oddfellows and how Zak obtained these remains.  We were asked who wanted to volunteer to stare into the hollowed eye sockets of one of them to see our true mortality.  My hand went up immediately, and no one else volunteered so I got up and walked over to the coffins and was asked which one I thought was "the one" I asked if I could put my hands on the caskets and I could instantly feel a connection to the male, whom apparently was the correct choice. 

I remember so much, yet so little of that time. But, it felt like I was frozen in place and lost all sense of time or even where I was. I was however able to feel myself getting cold as an intense cold spot behind me began to make itself known.  

After being "awoken" from my waking dream by the tour guide I was then asked to crawl down and enter a small door. Not knowing what to expect, I found myself in a small pitch-black tunnel and then greeted by a friendly staff member among the way. Sorry, Zak, no screams out of me.. I think I just said "hey there!  nice to meet you" and followed him through the winding tunnel and ended up back in a different hallway.  

The Jack Kevorkian office and Death Van 

These rooms were both very intense but in various different ways. In the office surrounded by his research, personal desk, and other artifacts I almost became angry. I felt anger for those who took this path, and even more so for Kevorkian himself.

When I entered the room with the Van, my anger turned to sadness.. complete and utter crippling sadness. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as I looked at the photos of some of his known victims, most famously Janet H. Adkins, Majorie Wantz, and Thomas Youk. Yet, records show he was responsible for up to 110 Assisted Sucicdes, if not more. 

Upon entering the room I was overcome by sadness, a deep, great sadness. As I got as close as allowed to be able to inspect the van, the equipment (that was used in these acts) I was overwhelmed with tears and eventually said my peace to them, composed myself as best as possible, and continued on with the rest the tour. 

Peggy's Room 

This is another room 3 of us 5 did not want to enter.  Myself, with a heart condition and her known ability to cause heart attacks I had to second guess entering, but I did not come all this way to spend my birthday there and not see it ALL.  So I went in, and instantly the SB-7 that sits beside her case started talking.  At one point, I thought she said my name, but I am sure she was saying "Staysha" as she is one of the most well-known employees and tour guilds there, and on top of it, she and Peggy are close. Every question I asked was answered... 

X- "do you like it here?" 

Peggy- "yes" 

X- "This is a lovely room Zak has made for you, do you like it?"  

Peggy - "Care" "Safe" "Zak" 

This went on and on for the few moments we had in there, and I look forward to continuing our conversation in the near future

No heart attacks, no raised heart-rate (I keep a close eye on it during investigations, or in a place like this)

The Cauldron Room - Ed Gein

This room I was so excited for this room, as even as a young child had fascinations with Serial Killers. Forensics, true crime, anything macabre, or unusual in general. 

Outfitted like a barn, The cauldron being the centerpiece of the room, I remember looking up to see scarecrow dummies and the shovel that Zak Got when he bought the cauldron hanging on a hook just above.  

I wanted to see as close as allowed, and at the time there was no glass case. You could see the charred metal, the remnants of Lady Snake's ritual there the night of the Ghose Adventures "Museum of Madness" Special.  It was so close but yet could hear that inner voice saying "stay back, don't get too close" I moved to the other side of the room, inspecting the decor while listening to the legend of the items, and other related information.  I then all of a sudden feel a grab on my butt, I must have jumped as the Tour guide said "you just got grabbed, didn't you? " "Yes, I did..right on my.." she finishes my sentence and makes it noted that a female's experiencing touches was a regular thing in Ed's Room. Certainly makes sense, considering what he did with the skin and parts of females, along with the lore that made him infamous as the Butcher of Plainfield.  

What I didn't expect is to once again feel his dark energy nearly a month later,  here in the safety of my own home. My bed, my shower, my space.

Bela Lugosi's Cursed Mirror

Another of the most famous artifacts in the museum is the Mirror that was once housed in Bela Lugosi's home. In 1982 a man was murdered inside the home and the mirror was the only witness to a crime for which the killer was never found.  Many, including Zak, believe that the mirror took in that negative energy as well as the horrific murder itself and now its dark imagery is now part of the mirror- and the negative effects it has on people.  

This was also that room was Thomas Edison's writing table as well as the set of Crying boy Paintings, that have their own haunted past of starting fires, yet being the only thing to survive the remains of several houses they hung in that were burnt to the ground. 

I wanted to see these other items as well of course, but after getting again as close as allowed to the Mirror, I could not leave it. My body felt stuck like I was there but not there at the same time.  

I began to see lights in my peripheral vision, but then I started seeing what looked like me walking slowly towards the place where the mirror ended, and I began. Closer and closer I peered in, only to see myself appear but yet I wasn't myself.  I looked old, haggard, and worn.  I remember feeling dizzy at this point and had a fellow tour member help me out of the room where I sat outside in the hallway trying to not let what I saw affected me to the point of being led out. So I gathered my courage to move on as there was still so much to see! 

The Natalie Wood "Splendor Yacht Room" 

This was another room that when entering I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness.  Being among some of the items from the Yacht, you could feel the energy they still held in them.  Other than a pain in my arm, and again a feeling of sadness as I could feel the items carried a lot of emotional residual energy. 

Such a tragic death, so young, so talented.  All the facts blurred by a drunken night of fun and terror. All this time, as still, her death is a mystery.. Only Natalie knowns what happened that fateful night.  

The Dybbuk Box

At this point in the tour, my head was reeling with emotions, thoughts, sounds, smells, and overwhelming energy. 

Before entering, the tour guide told us that it was her duty to inform us that a few days prior the box had started to open just a wee bit on its own.  It was still of course concealed in its case, but the fact that it began to open all made sense the following March when Ghost Adventures did their Quarintene special, in which the last episode was the opening of the box.  Zak had tried before to open it on a few occasions (Once alone with Post Malone, and again in a live episode of Ghost Adventures)  Yet, both times it wasn't going right, and Zak followed his intuition and didn't do it.  

In my small tour group of 4 (myself included) I was the only one who dared enter this room after the update.  

Upon entering the room, I was overcome with excitement.  I walked right up to it, circled around the case to soak in every detail.  Every letter carved on the back, every crack, every mark, every inch. I then went back to the front and peering into the slight opening I became transfixed.  I was trying to soak it all in, not realizing that I had nearly "checked out" and didn't realize how long I had been standing there. One thing I do remember is the feeling that took over me when I saw the glint of gold from the Chalice it contained.  After that, I recall my chest tightening, and instead of listening to my intuition that was saying "get the hell out of there" I could not move, I was stuck.

Being the only guest in there, it took the tour guide to essentially "wake me up" and by now woozy and confused state as well and having a hard time walking was escorted out of the room to the other tour guests waiting in the hallway. 

There is so much more to say about this amazing experience, along with many more notable areas and exhibits still untold.  

These experiences stuck with me for days... but it wasn't until I got back to my hotel room that I noticed the scratches on my chest and when taking a photo in the mirror saw this black mist-like anomaly hovering beside me.  

All I can leave you with is my take on the amazing building and collection housed at Zak Bagan's Haunted Museum. If you are interested in the Paranormal, Macbre, or just want to see some one of a kind items associated with some interesting history this is the place for you!

I can't wait to return.   

Learning more about the area, and the extreme native energy here on the Island.

 I have met a neighbor, contractor and someone who has lived here a long time and knows a lot of the history of the island and its secrets.
For one, he not only discovered 2 bodies while building the foundation to his house (this is about 1/4 mile away from me, found the island's most famous murder Victim, between the land of his house and mine, and also told me of a landslide that happened about 200+ years ago just off the other side of the road from where I live.
There is a lot of native and sadness in the energy here, and forever reason now it has become more and more malevolent.
I got the chance to have this neighbor over and we did a nighttime walkthrough of the property and the well area by the spring.  I was getting crazy spikes on my EMF detector, at one point a 66.6mg reading in the odd circle of land where no trees, or foliage grow.
With all, that I have learned about this native island was amazing, and is starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
I was in a way fused with native energy when that Indian painted my portrait, and I honestly think it's bringing out the dormant energy here, causing these experiences from tame footsteps to disembodied voices, to the malevolence of my scratches, bruises, burns, and pulling of my hair in the shower (now 2 times), once leaving a black handprint

My first Sleep Paralysis Experience

I have now had a very extreme Sleep Paralysis experience, two in fact but the first one was the one that really got to me.  I am sure as this was new to me, and with the activity in the house, it didn't surprise me one bit.
Despite all I have endured in the past, I have never had this kind of intense fear and loss of control than I did during this first episode.
Of course, after it happened I knew what it was, so  I started to research more and more about it and realized how similar most people's experience can be.

Here is my mine:
I was getting ready for bed, and had just done some nighttime meditation and was feeling that I was starting to drift off to sleep.  It seemed like only moments later, but I awoke with an overwhelming feeling of fear and presence in the room.  I could not move my body, but I could see.  I started to see a dark apparition near the right side of the bed till it was only a black silhouette of a man, about 7 feet tall with no facial or body features except glowing yellow eyes and a white slit-like grin that would show from time to time.  I was frozen in fear as I watched this "shadow figure" walk slowly to the end of the bed and begin to crawl up on top of me until I couldn't breathe and see nothing but this absolute darkness with eyes piercing into my soul only inches away from my face. 
I tried to scream, I tried to run, but my body would not move and all I could do was lay there in a sheer state of panic looking into the eyes of evil itself. 

I will never forget this experience, and unfortunately, it has not been the only one.
I know that 30% of people experience Sleep Paralysis in their lifetime, and a smaller number do regularly. 
The second time was pretty much the same, but instead of one shadow figure, they were in mass numbers. I saw them on the ground, the wall, the ceiling. The same feeling of suffocation and fear.

Nothing is more terrifying than feeling so helpless in a situation so dark. 

Below I was able to just google Sleep Paralysis and I came across these photos.  It's hauntingly similar to my experience so I thought I would include them, as another example of how many experiences are so similar. 

The more you know, the more questions there are..

After some of the most recent events, my Mum has finally started to take me seriously. 
I asked her to read my blog so she could know where I was coming from and start to see things from my perspective. In fact, she reacted much more intensely than I expected, as I know she is a skeptic (or was anyway).
 She began to tell me stories from my childhood that I did not even remember (which is odd, as I have memories all the way back to being as young as 2 years old)
Apparently, after we moved to Point Roberts, from San Jose California when I was just about 2, she did confirm my memories of the Native Officials coming to properly remove the remains that were dug up upon construction of the foundation our house was built on.  She told me that at that time, the land was also blessed, but that "odd" things started to happen from the time the house was finished to the day we left when I was 17 years old.
She recounted a day that I do actually remember. A day when My Mum, Nana, and myself went to Stanley Park in Vancouver for the day.  I was still very young, only 4 at the time and upon seeing a nice Native man sitting on a blanket with oil paintings on display to show his talents.
He asked if we wanted a portrait painted, and my Mum had him paint one of me.
Apparently, however, this nice Native man was anything but.  When my Mum had the house looked at and attempted to bless it again after disturbances started to occur more frequently, they blamed not the house or the land, but an object in the house. A medium sensed it was a photo, drawing or painting of some kind.  This caused the "blessing team" to examine all such types of art displayed in the house. 
Upon seeing the oil painting of myself, I was told there was no doubt in their mind that this was the culprit. When asked she remove it, she declined to say "but that's a painting of my daughter! I'm not destroying it"  It was a mistake she grew, and I grew to regret.
It took about another year of odd occurrences, and unexplained happenings before she finally gave in and got rid of the painting. 
Apparently, it did help things calm down in the house, but I will never forget that recent phone conversation with my Mum, and her haunting words " the painting was of you Xesia"

I can't help but wonder if this is somehow connected to my lifetime of intrigue, experiences, with the paranormal.  I wonder if I've always had something attached to me, the thought has definitely crossed my mind on several occasions. 
Yes, through research, interest, and investigations I know I bring some of this upon myself.. but I wonder if this is why it's not just at locations or a few days after.  This is something that has followed me from several houses and apartments, maybe just maybe it's me that is Haunted.

I have always searched for answers, now I have been left... marked.

Last night things in the new house took a turn for the worse. 
As usual, I was alone upstairs in the loft when turning in for bed, I was saying some prayers including those for protection, and keeping any spirits with I'll intent away from the house.
As I was doing so, my neck started to burn... I mean really burn. Like someone had stuck a hot poker into it. 
I got up and went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, only to see a red mark become more pronounced before my eyes. The only thing I had on, was my cross which I wear nearly every day and night and is white gold chain and all, so could not have caused a skin irration. 
As the seconds went by the mark started to look more like a symbol than a scratch, or an irritation.  What I saw in the following moments still gives me goosebumps.. 

This is the mark about 5 minutes later, where I could clearly see where my cross was laying on my neck. The mark is now much more pronounced, has become raised, and looks almost branded on me. By that time I could clearly see an upside-down cross now scratched into my neck! 

Not only that, but there was also contusions around my neck when I took the photo with a flash.  

I have to admit, this was a bit much for my own house. Sure, I seek out proof of the unknown and try to experience as many things that most do not, but wow.

Nothing would stop the pain. I tried several ointments, an ice pack and still, it persisted to burn till the light broke through the night sky.

Now that I have been officially marked by this entity, I wonder what the future has to bring...

Manipulating Electronics

As the activity in the house and the surrounding area seems to be increasing. I started noticing it last night as my echo dot would randomly turn on and off, and sometimes even say things out of the blue without being prompted.  It's just my dog and I, so I certainly wasn't talking to wake it up.  I so wish I had got it on camera, because when it said " there's more than life than what we see" I was literally stunned.

Then, as I was going through some of my photos in my phone to arrange into folders, and prepare to post a set I had taken on IG, I noticed that after going through a fair amount, I noticed there was a series of photos I had taken of the house and grounds the day before  that all looked normal in my first go through, then when I chose which I wanted to post and went back through them I found a photo that seemed to change completely. This is totally unedited, and no filter was used.

I also noticed when going through them the second time that several of the photos taken were all black. No photo at all, but the details of the file showed content - yet the images are gone. 

Also, we normally have poor reception from time to time. However, yesterday when I was on a long phone call with someone I had not talked to in a while and was giving her updates on my life and the new house I am living in the line started cutting out.  Not until I began talking about my research and some of the occurrences that it then began to get so garbled and noisy we had to end our conversation.  I tried to call back and got a "this phone is not in service" message... although it clearly was as I was just talking to someone on it. 

Be careful what you wish for....

 Well, the reason I haven't made a post in a while is that I moved out to Camano Island and didn't have internet for some time, and the usage we do get is limited. however, it now turns out that to seek out spirits and be surrounded by unexplained happenings, I no longer even need to leave the house. The house we moved into was definitely not unoccupied, you could feel it from the start.
The house itself is artfully created, and with just a glance you can tell whoever built it was not your average Jo.  The house is 3 stories, 5 different roof angles (some metal), an outdoor "fun house" that can sleep two and is quite roomy, built with pallets, and driftwood.  There is also a garage, lots of acreage, an old chicken coop to fix up and get goats for, tons of space for the Animals to run around.  There is a natural spring that runs through the property, and the well is located in the woods off our driveway, which as you know is a flowing battery of energy.
But one of it's most interesting things about the house is all the entrance ways, even to the garage have cement blocks with random symbols, animals, and rocks all arranged in very specific ways.
I have been doing some research first by talking with neighbors and other people in the area about some of the history here, and just as in Point Roberts there was also a history of strong Native American presence on this land.  I am still in research mode, as the next stop is the Library with some helpful tips from the local Historical Society.  So far I have gotten the first owner's (and the architect) name, as well as two people that helped build the house from the foundation up.  I'm having a hard time tracking them down, but I do have a lead... so I'll update more as that progresses.
Yet, all this research and testing I have been doing in the house and around the surrounding area have seemed to only heighten the activity..
From the start, it was small things like waking up every morning to my closet light being on, to odd bangs and knocks here and there. Also on several occasions, I have been in the loft and heard what sounds like a small rock or pebble being thrown. Then I started noticing small rocks everywhere from under the bed to right in plain view.  Also, there is only one electric heater in the house (as the system is propane) that is constantly being turned off.
Then again like research on the house, as soon as I started getting out equipment and going about things on a different level, the activity has only got worse.
Now I am hearing disembodied voices, finding things moved around and not where I put them, and at night my dog will sit at the foot of the bed and growl, which is not something I have seem him do before.
For a paranormal enthusiast, I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse.