Interesting clip shows what supermarket cameras catch while filming empty aisles.
Fear can be an energy-robber…a predator that squashes your enthusiasm… something dark hobbling behind you wherever you go… on occasion heading you off at the pass… waiting there for you, to remind you in case you should start to get too comfortable. The faster you run, the faster it runs. Maybe it’s time to just stop, take a deep breath, and confront it. It might be easier than you thought… it might be worse. No one said it has to work out. But at least you faced it. And can move on without constantly looking over your shoulder.
I don’t know if this is paranormal or not, but it’s interesting. There are approximately 45 minutes between the first blankets falling and the second ones falling. They try to pass it off as earthquake movement, but the boots don’t topple, and the pictures don’t move. Certainly, the first one there every morning to open the store, and the last ones there to close are going to be feeling a little apprehensive for awhile.
Hello fellow seekers of the paranormal!
I haven’t yet written on our last investigation at the Queen Mary. Well, no better time than Halloween to share that story, right? So, for my birthday last month my beloved husband takes me to the Queen Mary to stay a couple of days. We pack up the usual ghost hunting equipment, video cameras, emf detectors, digital audio recorder, camera, night vision goggles… we are ALL set!
We get to the ship and check in rather late. We are starved, and ready to eat dinner, after which we will do a ship walk through. We have rented a suite, and so feel excited that the night will be elegant. But because we are checking in somewhat later they say they are all booked up and they are down to the last suite. Who cares, right? I mean, a suite is a suite, right? Wrong. We walk in and immediately there is a horrible chemical odor – hard to describe, but let me tell you, it was so strong it sent me into an asthma flareup. Plus, the room is butt-ugly.
We have stayed on the ship several times already and we know their rooms are generally lovely, fragrant, comfortable. This “suite” has the energy of an old office stuck in the 40′s. I could easily imagine the old dusty file cabinets, and desks that had once been in there. But it was more than just that… Usually when you get a ghost it’s like the ghost has invaded your time and space. Here, in this suite, I felt like I had disrupted the ghosts by walking in on THEIR time and space. It feels like a VOID in here, I remember thinking. We leave the room, me wheezing slightly, and my husband feeling down – expectations shattered. Upstairs, at the desk they say we have to downgrade, because that was the only suite available at that time. Fine, we say. They give us a room and back down the hall we go, excited again because this room is also supposed to be very nice.
So I open the door, and the second I walk in, I am penetrated by an icy cold chill that makes me break out in goose-flesh. It’s freezing in here, I say to hubby. He walks in, and immediately freezes. One good thing, the room is lovely, smells great, and is super clean. I turn the heat on, but the room stays cold, and we are getting chills. Within minutes we had gone from choosing which restaurant we’d eat dinner at, to grabbing the room service menu. We both felt like crap. I ordered chicken Alfredo, and he ordered the pizza, but by the time our food arrived we were both coming down with fevers, and so neither of us were hungry. The room wasn’t getting warmer and I called front desk to ask them what could be done about our freezing room. They engineer arrived within minutes and he said something needed to be adjusted somewhere, and off he went – and the warmth did start to come from the vents, thank God! So to make a long story short, we spent those two days on the ship horribly sick in bed and taking regular doses of fever and pain medication, watching HBO from time to time – not that anything good was on those days anyway.
The first night I felt something touching my knee, and that was creepy. I’d try to ignore it, until I had to brush whatever it was away. It was persistent though and I brushed “it” away maybe four or five times before it finally subsided.
The morning of our departure I was thinking about the ship’s horn and why I hadn’t noticed it at all during our stay. It goes off on a regular schedule, and is so loud you can’t hardly miss it – I really enjoy hearing it go off. About twenty minutes later I heard a very clear, very male voice say in my ear “It’s coming.” I thought my husband had said something but he wasn’t close to me, he was on the other side of the bed.
“What did you say?” I asked him anyway.
“I didn’t say anything,” he answered.
“Yes you did. You just said something in my ear. What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
He was still sick, and I knew he wasn’t playing around.
Just then the ships’s horn sounded loud and long. Obviously, “it’s coming” meant the horn was about to blow, and our ghostly friend was kind enough to let me know. Least he could do for sucking our energy so he could haunt the ship for the past two nights.
So as a ghost hunter I have to ask myself now, am the the hunter? Or the hunted??? My guess is there’s a degree of give and take in the matter. It was my turn to give that time.
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Hello again…it’s been awhile I know. Loving all these ghost hunting shows until I realized that with some of them you get so little action it’s almost as if they are trying to disprove ghosts exist.
I guess there’s some style for everyone, and I can tell from facebook postings that many people love the comic style of Ghost Adventures…so boogie for them. I personally like the guys, and feel they know their game, but I would prefer less clowning around, and more serious investigation.
I guess I’ve come to appreciate the Ghost Hunters methods more, even though they had been getting on my nerves for awhile for picking on poor Brian all the time, who really seemed like he was bending over backwards to make Jason happy…
By the way, by now you might know that Ryan and his team won’t be returning for Paranormal State, which happened to be a pretty good show. Too bad. Enjoy these last episodes because… they are the last.
So Ghost Adventures, a little less three stooges from you guys would be nice – believe me, you’re entertaining enough without the wigs, goofy faces, and silly antics…
Ghost Hunters, you’ve encountered a lot of good evidence…just wish you weren’t so over-dramatic with the music and subliminal sound effects…Glad you got rid of certain air-headed investigators – and we all know who that might be…
Paranormal State, will miss you.
Keeping it Short and Sweet! — Gina
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