More from the crawlspace room

Then just a few days later our contractor was here and had been working on the foundation in the crawlspace room. On his first day he said he kept hearing a female voice asking him. "what are you doing" "why are you doing that" and thought it was me. I got a text from him asking me to come inside the room, and when he told me he heard me talking to him I explained I had been upstairs the whole time. With a puzzled look still on his face, he feels a tug on his shirt. It startled him so much he spun around, flashlight in hand but no one was there. 

He asked me if I would come down there to keep him company, and his mind off the fact that he was working in a room were known human and animal ritualistic sacrifices took place.

So the investigator in me of course comes downstairs agreeably, even though I absolutely despise that room and have ever since we moved in. Yet still, I grab my gear and went downstairs to Chit Chat and keep him company while he worked. I was sitting there with my camera, EMF detector, and digital recorder in hand when I wanted to get something out of my pocket I took out my flashlight and upon turning it on I saw what looked like an old piece of cloth. 

I went to retrieve it, and as I tried to pull it up I noticed it was a good half a foot down, with only the corner reviled. Now, I said I would never dig in that room again... because after I found that bone, everything changed. Of course, I wondered where the rest or more could be. But I didn't want to further disturb the grounds, especially after finding out the occult ritualistic ties to the property. The soil in that room gets very damp, and therefore is easily moved. So, just from just pulling it up I was able to remove it. 

Upon unearthing it, I noticed it looked to be a torn piece of brown canvas material. Upon further examination I thought, maybe a part of a curtain? There was a top part that looked to be hemmed, but each flap was sewn shut. So not a curtain, but something.. or maybe a bottom leg of a pair of pants, or a part of an arm with a hemmed cuff. 

So here we are in this room, energy swirling, his fear, my anxiety. The air became thick and hard to breathe. 

When I asked if he had seen it, he was as bewildered as I was. As I went to hand it to him to look at more closely the moment of exchange (which I feel was a combination of our energy touching the object) a very uneasy feeling come over both of us.  

Immediately we thought the same thing... Was this belonging to the same and, or another victim? Or was it just a piece of clothing cut up for rags left by a previous occupant? 

He has been working on the island most of his life, and my house is certainly not the first active house he has worked on. But when he told me, he didn't even want to come back to finish it...

Well, I said "I don't blame you" 

New Treasures found on the property

Back a few weeks ago I was doing some landscaping, freeing part of the property with some well-needed cutting and trimming back of bushes, etc. When I noticed my dog, Dexter very intent on removing something from under the Treehouse, beneath the foliage. I went over to see what all the fuss was about and found he was digging up a bone. 

Now, with all the animals and such here that isn't surprising. And the raccoons have taken old dog bones from the garbage, and left them outside before. Yet looking at it, myself and any other dog owner would know this isn't the kind of bone you can buy for your dog at the farm or pet store. Also, had it been a bovine bone, it would be much bigger. It certainly looks like a leg or arm bone if some kind, but seeing as this is was not found inside the house, there really was no need to have it officially identified. 

It could be a deer or something yes, but why only the one bone? If it was remains of a scavenge or animal death, where is the rest? I dug around as much as possible, but found no others. It was so close to the Treehouse, if there is more they must be under the structure.

Spotted a spirit in broad daylight.

 This afternoon I was outside on our newly remodeled deck with my roommate and my dog.  He started growling at the chicken coop in our backyard across from the deck.  He was going crazy!!  We both got up to see what he was barking at and there in the window of the coop was a face! it was quick, it popped up, and then after noticing we saw it moved back out of view.  

This is the first time my roommate saw something he couldn't explain.  I asked him, "did you see that?!" he said he saw something but wasn't sure what... well, I was.  

I saw a full figure in the little structure, through the slats in the wood and a full face in the door.  My dog was going nuts.  I wish I had a camera rolling!

After almost 3 years of living with a skeptic. (which is still fading day by day) what I have saw was finally seen by him, and it brought me a sense of relief. Everyone else that's been here has had experiences yet he's lived here with me for over three years and has had very little. Not that I wish this type of thing on anyone but I have to admit that having some validation with the person who also lives here to me was in an odd way comforting. 

Missing photos from Live interview with Insane Asylum of manifestation in the room the bone was found in.

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 Tonight's Live interview with Insane Asylum, Utterly Insane Productions: 

 We went over a variety of topics, mostly going over some of my past experiences which are mostly already written about here on this blog.  However, if you are part of the PARAflixx and watched the after-air content we were trying to upload these images that apparently did not want to be seen... either that or it was just plain internet interference.  Here on the island either explanation could be true.  

Here are the photos we were referring to. They were taken when our handyman was doing work on the foundation and I went down to snap photos.  

In the first, you see a round light anomaly, but in the second it has transformed into a tube-like shape.  In all my years of my own investigations as well as watching such credible shows such as Ghost Adventures, I have never seen this type of manifestation before.  It was taken nearly seconds after the first.  

Here they are: 

You never know you will find in your Haunted House's basement.. (Check this out!)

Back about a month ago, I was clearing out the unusually large, and strangely constructed crawlspace room, as it was left full of old junk from previous tenants. 

Afterward, I had a very strong feeling that a female was trying to connect with me to give me a message. After communicating with her, I was given the words "crawl" and "dig". My mind went directly to that room as I was just down there, so that's what I did, I went back down and dug. 

What I found, I never (well, here nothing really surprises me anymore) thought I actually would.  

I dug up a bone. While doing so I felt the presence of a much darker energy, and that it was watching everything I was doing, thinking every thought I had. 

I felt a strong tug on the back of my shirt and turned around expecting to have it caught on something, but there was nothing there to snag it on. I believe it was the female telling me to get out of there.  I found what she wanted me to find, and hopefully, I can help her in some way by uncovering this mystery. 

I had to go back down with proper lighting to carefully get some photo's so that we could hopefully have it properly identified before calling the authorities.  Of course, my feeling was I didn't care if it was human or animal, the fact that it was there in the first place was worrisome enough.  

We had bad feelings about that room from day one, and I truly believe the female wanted it to be found so that the right questions can be asked to be the benefit of both her and myself. 

We still have not been able to have anyone come inspect it in person, however, our neighbor's brother is a homicide Detective South of us, so I sent him the photos. 

After reviewing them, he said they are either Pig or Human, but will not be able to give a definitive answer until he sees it with his own eyes.  With all that's going on in the world today, homicides are up, so it's hard to get him all the way out here, but it is in the works. 

Since finding it, no more digging has been done, as I don't want to disturb anything else, especially being Native ground.

So either they were remnants of a sacrificial ritual or just a convenient place to bury a body.  They did bother to put viewing windows in there (that were boarded up) and cement the floor on the other half of the room but leave that one all dirt, and just cover it with tarps.    

I know have a good idea of more of the story, but I will save that for the next entry.

felt it go into me, caught it coming out..

The other night I had a friend over and whatever likes to hide in the corner began to fill my head with thoughts that were not mine, making me feel nervous and angry. My body felt cold and I had a very prominent ringing in my ears. I took out my MEL meter and when held on my arm it spiked up to 6.0mg.

The video starts with showing the electromagnetic spikes then you can clearly see a light anomaly fly out of my arm, then toward the end of the video, quickly fly up and away.

After I felt this energy pass through me, I felt like a drained battery.

Since this platform won't post videos here is a link! 

https://twitter.com/XParanormallife/status/1306414884771581953?s=19

Apparition caught on camera!!!!

Next to the house is a ground-built funhouse/treehouse that I use for my gardening equipment but hope to refurbish it one day to be useable. Someone put a lot of time and creativity, as there is an upper room that could sleep 3 people, and a decent amount of space downstairs.  Some of the glass windows have been broken out due to the surrounding tree's growth over the years, but it's still a very interesting space.  

On many occasions, I can hear the voices of children giggling, a female I can make out the most. Also, the sound of a rusty old tricycle or what I see in my mind as an old wagon. 

I had found a small container of bubbles near the garage, checked to see if they still worked, and proceeded to put them in the treehouse for them to play with. When I went in the following day, they had moved and were not knocked over (as if it were an animal to blame) yet still at the height easily accessible by a child. 

A few days later I went to go get some supplies to work in the yard and there was a small stuffed sock monkey sitting on one of the ledges again at about a child's height.  It was not there before, I wouldn't have missed that for the world, plus I spend a lot of time in and out of there especially in the Spring and summer, and Spring was on its way. I thought it didn't seem like a prank. For one, we are extremely secluded out here, and we have an IR sensor and camera before you even near the house so don't miss any comings and goings. 

I couldn't think of any other way that Monkey could have been placed there, other than possibly a gift in return for mine. Also, I always treat all the spirits with the utmost respect and have done other thing to decorate the structure to the liking of a child. 

On to the photos... 

Well, the other evening I was outside on my balcony and I got a very strong feeling of a presence, and not just the feeling of being surrounded, but zeroed in on. My camera batteries were all being charged, so I grabbed my phone quickly darted outside. I took a large series of burst photos near the Treehouse.  After reviewing all of them, I couldn't believe what I saw...  There it is clear a day, a semi-transparent face with clear facial features looking right at me from two different locations.  I was stunned, these were the clearest photos of a spirit/entity I have ever got in years of trying.  

(They are not enhanced or edited in any way. Only cropped and watermarked. I wanted the photo to be as authentic as possible)

Creepy S. O. S messages appear on their own. The sender, just look and see.

One afternoon my phone sent out 2 SOS messages to my chosen contacts when I was nowhere near my phone. 

When it does this, it sends a 5-second audio clip, two photos, and your coordimates. 

The first time this happened was when my roommate, our dog, and I were outside, so there was no one in the house. It sent two SOS messages, one after another to my roomate who discovered it when we all came back in from outside enjoying the yard. 

It requires me to push my power button three times in succession to send the alert, but it was just resting by the couch, with no one in thr house. 

Nothing on the first one is of significance other than a black photo and no audio. The second, however, for the audio it was subtle faint breathing. It was the second photo in that message that gave me chills from head to toe. 

I have an extreme fondness for Monkey's and so between my dogs toys and my own monkey collection, we have many stuffed ones.

In the photo, you can see the beams of the ceiling, showing my phone was laying down on the main floor and a stuffed monkey leaning over the phone. It wasnt touching the screen like it fell, it was far enough away it looked like it sent the message!!  It's full of soft filler and would not be able to lean in the way of did on the photo without falling over.  

I wanted to see if somehow this was possible, but when I looked all over the area near the phone for the monkey it was nowhere to be found. Then I went upstairs to my loft, and there it was laying on the floor..

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

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...