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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 11:45 pm
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i wasn't sure just how much more i could take. but like i said. there was more. the biggest news was that the morning after the assault, the out of town man was found murdered in his motel room. it was room number 208, on the second floor. the chilling thing about it was that the motel still existed and still in use. it has since then been closed. the gentleman had been found suffocated laying half on and half off his bed. the next day the paper announced the arrest of the Mr. X from the fight at the party. he confessed and was held in jail until his trail.
One month later front page news was all about the short trail and his sentence. he was to be hanged. after finding this out we went down to a bar mike frequented. this wasn't the end of it. later that day mike's mom had a little surprise for us after dinner. She brought out an old family bible in which was written the births and deaths of family members for many generations. And there on the page in faded pencil was her name. they were related. The woman in our vision had been mikes great great great aunt on his father's side. OMG
the next day we went to room 208 and got permission to check it out. nobody had ever reported any ghostly happenings in or around the room. but we spent three hours trying to call upon him,or get some sort of readings. but our efforts were to no avail. we found no evidence of any haunting in the room or hallway. finding his ghost would have been soooo perfect.
That evening i headed to Indianapolis for a show the next evening. i found it very difficult to concentrate on my show. this information was only shared one other time on a radio show long ago. then i only told a few thousand people. now i have told the world. thank you for reading. and blessed be to all
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Posted:Nov 5, 2009 11:06 pm
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i don't know exactly what happened to us or why. i just know that we saw what we saw. i have asked many experts about it and the only thing they could come up with is the theory i have put forward. i know it's hard to believe, hell, it's hard for me to believe. but it is the truth. it has never happened again to me. there are books that have stories from people all over the world this has happened to. just plain people. not ghost hunters. just plain people who have witnessed past events as i did. i'm sure if you goggle enough you can fine them. now on to the memories.
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Posted:Nov 3, 2009 10:08 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2009 2:08 pm
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i turned away for her and was amazed by something i'd never seen the like of before. there before me was a well groomed lawn, walkways, a large veranda behind a large, typical, southern mansion. it was made of wood, painted white, and concrete. there were about a hundred men and women mingling around. it was all sort of semi-transparent. the Pepsi building was still there, as was all the other things in the present. suddenly a man came running toward the large tree. he reached the couple as they began to kiss. he grabbed the man by the arm and swung him around with his left arm as he punched him on the side of his face. the man fell and the aggressor jumped on him swinging repeatedly until three other men pulled him off. the beaten man slowly got up and staggered away and up the nearby hill that had a stable at the top. from my distance away it seemed to be painted white. and transparent as the house.i turned back to the girl and men. two of the men were holding him back from beating on the girl.I could see they were screaming but i couldn't hear them. she began to cry and as suddenly as everything appeared, it slowly faded away.
We both just collapsed to the ground. for a few long minutes we said nothing. then i passed Mike a pen and piece of paper. "write it all down." is all i said to him. we sat there and wrote down all that we had seen. i finished before he did, so i checked my recorder for voices. to my dismay there were no voices. it all happened so fast and unexpectedly that all my camera picked up was the tall grass and weeds around us. Mike was finishing up his recall of the events we had just seen. we sat and compared notes.
The first time he had only see the girl walking toward the tree. he didn't see the house and others until today. What did we just see? how? I attempted to explain to him what had just happened to us. it is believed that there exists residual energies from particular highly emotional events. and under the right conditions the event replays itself. over and over again. the ghosts do not react to the living who may be entered into the play they must perform over and over again. it's kind of like having a DVD. the picture and sound is there on the disc all the time. but only under the right conditions, of being in the player machine can you see it. now our task to try to find out what happened and when was upon us. the less glamorous part of the hunts.
i couldn't sleep at all that night. i kept going over our encounter over and over in my head. the next day we went down to the city property office to see who owned the property on which we were having our vision. we were very lucky. they had the history of the land dating back to the early 1800's. there had indeed been a very large mansion on the property from 1843 to 1903 when it burned to the ground. it was the property of a well to do dairy farmer. he kept his dairy cow stables on top of the hill. dairy stables painted white? then we went over to the town newspaper. the paper had been around since the early 1800's. the town was a major stop along the cattle and buffalo trail. and they kept old info from way back.
after many long hours of reading we came across ads for the dairy products the farm sold. then we came across a betrothal announcement. like an engagement. then we found a police report about a fight with assault and battery charges being filed. it seems that the girl who's father was having a big party for his , was caught under a tree in the back yard kissing another man, by her soon to be, husband. the boyfriend beat the man almost killing him. i couldn't take any more. first i see a ghostly vision, and then historic facts backs up what i saw. but there was still more surprises to come.
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Posted:Nov 1, 2009 10:23 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2009 9:50 am
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sorry it's late, but i got caught up rehearsing a new illusion and other things. my best ant best documented hunt didn't happen in PA but in KY. a business friend of mine Mike, called me one day and asked, if he could book a show for me, and got enough money, would i consider doing a show in his hometown. i asked him why? and that's the beginning one of the greatest adventures of my life.
Mike wanted to send to me an e-mail with one of the best stories i had heard, about ghosts. I told him to keep all the information to himself but to write it all down. I'll take his word for it that it's special. i wanted to find out for myself what there was to see and or feel without any per-knowledge of what he saw. i planed my shows so i could have three days with Mike before i had to get back to Pittsburgh. the show was a big success. we called it an early night, so we could be up early the next day. I arrived at mike's house to a big southern country breakfast. Mike had done as i asked and had his manuscript in a big brown envelope. About 9:30 i checked my equipment, and we headed out.
The city lays on flat lands near the river. there are only a few small hills dotting the landscape for many miles. It didn't take us long to reach our destination. it was just past the highway passing around the town, constructed to allow the big trucks to by-pass going into town. He made a left leading into the parking lot of the Pepsi-Cola distributor. we drove around the back of the big building and parked as far away from the building as we could get. We stepped out of the car into the already warm august KY air. Mike pointed toward a huge tree about 100 yards away. We have to walk over there, to the tree.
He led the way to the tree. it was immense and barren. i couldn't get my arms half way around it. it provided us with little shade, having bare branches. "this is where i saw her and everything." he said. I told him to tell me no more. We put our water jug and my equipment on the ground, and knelt down. i turned on my machines and we waited. he pointed east and then to the top of the hill. these are the two places he had seen her.
We sat there for about 45 minutes, when i had gotten up to stretch my legs. No sooner had i stood and turned away that i heard a squeal for Mike. I turned around and could not believe what i saw. there in broad daylight stood a women dressed in a beautiful hoop skirt, with a personal fan in her left hand. She was walking toward the tree. the thing i noticed was she wasn't walking through the tall weeds as we did. But i could see a well trimmed lawn all the way to the tree, where a man was standing on the west side of it, as if waiting for someone. He turned and smiled as she approached. they walked to the west side of the tree and leaned against it. soon they embraced and kissed. I happened to glance back toward the east, where she had come from. Now i was even more surprised.
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Posted:Oct 28, 2009 1:43 am
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not all of my hunts are as exciting as the few i've shared here. in fact some are pretty funny. like the time Mrs. S called and asked me if i made house calls. she was a sweet ol' lady. her husband had died 16 years ago and she had never updated the decor in the house. it looked like it was straight out of a 1930's movie. she shared the big ol' house with stutters, her cat. she never told me how he got his name. it was late october and Mrs.S's ordeal began. one afternoon she walked into her kitchen to find every cabinet wide open. all ten of them. she'd close them, only to find them wide open the next morning. One afternoon we talked about it over tea. she told me she had prayed and prayed but it hasn't stopped. i had just gotten some new equipment. a video camera that only taped when something moved. So we arranged for her to stay out of the kitchen as much as possible, set it up, and turned the camera on. we let the camera do it's thing in hopes of catching the ghost. we let the camera run 48 hours. Mrs.S shut the cabinets all four times during the two days. and when we saw the video we laughed soooo hard. You see during the summer stutters spent most of his time outside. and now that he was inside most of the time now. he found a new ride to excite him in the house. as Mrs. S took her afternoon nap or as she slept for the night stutters would jump up and grab hold of the cabinet knob and his bottom half would swing forward. and as he swung back the force was just enough to un-snap the door. he and the door would swing open. then one after another he'd swing the doors open and then go on to the next, then after all the doors were open stutters would leave the room. leaving no evidence behind. case solved.
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someone to watch over me III
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Posted:Oct 21, 2009 7:35 pm
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the next sunday we got back together. it was getting warmer and the early flowers were coming out. Becky was in a great mood. she wasn't sure what to make of me as mommy and daddy's new important friend.Sharon clued me in as to who was in what picture. then we invited Becky into the kitchen. we began playing sort of a game. "i started sleeping on our couch when i was five. do you have a favorite place to sleep?" she was more then happy to tell me,"I like to sleep on grand ema's lap, on the toy chest." i asked her when she started doing this and she said. "well it was back when we went around and got candy on Halloween. she comes to me sometimes. she's old." if you saw a picture of her could you show us? "yep" she said, with conviction. i spread the bunch of the photos Sharon had given me over the kitchen table.Sharon lifted Becky to see the pictures. she looked over them for long minutes. then she picked out a photo as i would pick out one of my mom. "that's her i know it." we sat there stunded for a moment. it wasn't a picture of her grandma. we told her she had done a great picking out grandma's picture. she was lifted down and told to go watch the cartoon movie they put on for her. Sharon came back and about fell into her chair. IT WA SN"T her grandma, it was Sharon's. over the next ten minutes i was told all that Sharon could remember about her grandma. then the movie was put on pause and we asked Becky about when grandma comes to see her. we all assured her, seeing grandma was OK as long as she didn't go outside. she told us how grandma just shows up sitting on the toy box with her arms open. she climbs out of bed with her blanket and pillow and falls asleep on grandma's lap. grandma hums her a song as she goes to sleep. then when she wakes-up, she's gone. her telling of the events matched what we knew. I ask Sharon if she wanted me to get rid of grandma? she said "no what's one more family member in the house, now that we know who it is." Becky saw grandma dozens of times over the next to years, and then she appeared less and less. soon grandma was just a memory. the family begged me not to make it known to the public. and i have fulfilled my promise. you see, not all ghosts are famous.
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someone to watch over me II
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Posted:Oct 18, 2009 2:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2009 6:49 pm
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they stopped getting ready for bed, and stopped in their tracks. sharon began to cry. her eyes filling with tears as memories of her childhood flooded her thoughts. the humming that they were listening to was a song her mother had hummed to her so many years ago as she crossed over into dreamland as she sat on the old toy box. Brahms lullaby was humming through the speaker of the monitor. "you are my sunshine, my only sunshine. you make me happy when skies are gray." Sharon sat down on the bed and just listened to the humming. her husband dashed to Becky's bedroom, to see who was humming the song. as he rounded the corner into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks. the scene before him was confusing him. what he head did not match what he saw. fore there before him was his darling little girl sound asleep on the toy box. her pillow was tucked under her head and her blanket wrapped snugly about her. she was alone in the room. Sharon sat there for a long minute after her husband left the room, and after the humming stopped. then she got up and staggered down the hall. He was just standing in the bedroom doorway. he turned to her, his face pale, and drained of all color. she peaked into the room, and saw the same thing that her husband did. confusion struck her too. that night Becky spent the night asleep between mommy and daddy, in the big bed. the next day Sharon called me and told me about the series of events that transpired the evening before. she invited me to their home for dinner that evening if i could make it. oh, i could make it OK. she asked me if i liked pirogies. i don't like them, i love them. it was a wonderfully prepared dinner, complete with some homemade italian red wine. it turns out that the events of last night were not the first sounds they had heard. it was only the first time they had heard the gentle loving hum of a sleepy-bye song. now came my dilemma. how do i ask Becky the important questions only she could answer. i didn't want to call Pete. so i called a reincarnation/hypnotist i knew then , and still know. he is one of the best in his field in the world. we spent more time then we should have on the phone. but he gave me the answers and technique to talk to little Becky. after i convinced Sharon and her husband no harm would come to Becky, they let Becky sleep in her own room after three nights of squishing her in their bed. no more humming had been heard for three nights. that's not to say that Becky slept in her bed, or that footsteps weren't still heard making their way down the hall. sleep for Sharon, was becoming a more precious thing, due to lack of it. we set a date on which to meet next. i asked Sharon to gather all the family pictures that have aunts and grandmas in them. but to not let Becky see them.
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Posted:Oct 18, 2009 11:44 am
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before i get to the rest of the hunt i just wanted you all that sent me the free porn site addresses. that i thank you. he was very surprised. he just wanted to get together on a one to one situation. sort of a semi-date. not to try and impress me with dinner and a movie and dancing type date. we aren't to that stage yet. i just thought that i'd call him out about knowing about his liking for certain porn. having an evening at my house was my idea, by the way. we had fun making dinner together. he can cook. he also bought all the stuff we needed to make dinner, including a not so cheap bottle of wine. we watched Body of Evidence with Madonna and William DeFoe. it was my choice. if you haven't seen it. it's a great lead in, to discus hard dominatrix sex. you can find out if he's open to it before you get there. well, he wasn't. the night ended with a nice kiss about one o'clock when i lead him to the door. then i went back to the short video's porn site and got myself off. no sense in wasting my efforts. maybe next time.
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Posted:Oct 15, 2009 9:08 pm
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a friend of a friend of my moms was up at church telling all about her . my mom listened in, and told the lady that maybe i could help her. that's how i met sharon and her family. Quite a few miles down route 51 south and down a road to the left. There sits a beautiful house that's been occupied by the same family for four generations now.Three of the four generations lived there then. since then Sharon's mom has died. Sharon, dave her husband and all four , and some others have experienced sounds in the house when it should have been quiet. that wasn't the real reason sharon wanted my help. it was her youngest little girl. two year old becky had an unusual habit when she went to sleep. i showed up on the arranged day and time when sharon was the only one home. she took me up to the little girls bedroom.it was a small room with one window. it had the family crib, a dresser, a very large old toy chest and the family heir-loom rocking chair. it was ornate and had been hand crafted five generations ago, and given as a gift to great-grandma on the birth of her first . it had a lot of stories to tell, i'm sure. but none today. Sharon lifted the lid to the toy box and showed me a well painted picture of alice in wonderland. it was old too. and the subject of our haunting. you see, great-grandma sees little becky. and little becky sees great-grandma. she doesn't like to sleep in her bed. she's been found many a night laying on the toy box. pillow and blanket at hand.when asked why she was sleeping on the toy box she said."Grandma likes it when i fall asleep on her lap. she sits on the old toy box and i lay in her lap as she hums me a song, and i go to sleep." well it seemed our little becky had herself an imaginary friend. or did she. i suggested they get a baby monitor system. keep one on in becky's room and one in the master bedroom. i also suggested to get a recorder to confirm any sounds they might hear. and hear sounds they did. they heard becky's voice. then they heard someone else's voice.
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Posted:Oct 10, 2009 1:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2009 2:49 pm
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at first it sounded like no more then ***** clearing her voice. then a whisper. "Purple, purple, purple" her mother and father heard it too. they both looked at me, and i at *****. "I like purple" was the next thing she said. i'm not sure what i expected from her while she was entranced. but this wasn't it. then she said, "needles, many needles."then the expression on her face went from neutral to sad. and with her change came one more word. "lonely" then there was a minute of quiet. ****'s head dipped, and her arms relaxed. we were done for now. i drew her out of the trance. she sat there tired and at a lose to recall just what she had said. but she had seen the girl in her dream like state. she was a really good artist for her age, so she grabbed a pencil and some sheets of paper, and began to draw her portrait. now comes the long hours of research. skipping the boring details. eventually we solved our mystery. the family who lived there two owners before them had a young . We tracked down the family. and told them we were gathering information about the houses history. they had some pictures of their late sister. It was her. we were told she had died from a terminal sickness when she was twelve. the doctors couldn't do anything for her. so she died at home. we also found out that purple was her favorite color. her bedroom was painted purple, her pajamas were purple, etc. she also had the habit of walking down the stairs and stepping out onto a side porch,that we were shown a picture of. the door was converted into a window. the shingles on the outside were replaced by siding. and the stairs destroyed. and she would just look out to the rest of the world, as she waited to die. near the end she had to be fed intravenously, with large needles. the next month, on the right day, we performed the hypnosis again. this time we explained to her, she had died, and that her family missed her, and had moved long ago. and that it was time for her to move on. she understood. her voice faded away as she was saying goodbye. then she was gone. she was never seen again.
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Posted:Oct 8, 2009 12:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2009 6:21 pm
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it was a nice day weather wise and the family across the street wanted to invite the to go up to the west end overlook to join them in a picnic.for those of you who don't know, the west end overlook is a small park at the top of the bluff(hill) where I and they live. you can look out and see the entire down town pittsburgh valley. the mother walked up to the front door and knocked. no answer. she knocked again. then she looked in the window and saw the oldest girl standing on the landing of the stairs. she knocked again, still no answer. she looked again and as she watched, the girl on the landing walked through the outside wall. she hurried back home and told her family that their friends weren't home. it took three days for her to get the nerve to tell mrs. ****** what she had seen in her house. mrs.****** called me right away. i interviewed the neighbor and we left it at that, for another week. then, as i was doing work in my garden it came to me. i checked, and it had been exactly one month to the day that the neighbor lady had seen the girl. we waited for another month and watched for the girl. she was a no show. then the next month the were playing out in the alley that runs next to the house.*****told me later, what he had seen." we were playing catch and then i looked over and a girl was walking down some stairs on the side of our house. i waved and said hi, she just walked down the the side of the house and then disappeared." there's only one problem with what he told me. there are no stairs on that side of the house. "time to call in Pete." i thought. i called, and asked if he'd like to take over the hunt. he graciously declined, and told me, "it's your chance to to conduct the hunt, be in charge. "what are you going to do?" I gave it a lot of thought and decided to take an approach i had only read about. i was going to hypnotize someone in the family and let them channel the spirit's words. the oldest girl and i were about the same age, and she would love the excitement, and to be the center of attention. i just have to convince her parents to let me do it. i did convince them. we could proceed, as long as they were there. i knew what i was doing. i had read the book on it many times. i had developed my own technique to hypnotize the subject. i thought i was ready. i just hadn't done it yet, ever, on anyone. this would be my first time. and i was doing something that hadn't been done before by any ghost hunters. if this worked, i thought, i would become famous. on the night, one month later, her and i and her parents sat in their livingroom. the two younger went next door to be with some friends. ***** sat in a comfortable evening chair, her mom held a note pad and pen to take notes, and her dad sat there because his wife and asked him to. i explained to them what it is that i was going to attempt to do, and that it would not hurt their little girl. i stepped behind her and began to talk to her in a quite soothing monotone voice. soon i began to gently massage her temples and tell her to relax her entire body. we proceeded into the trance state with me giving her more suggestions and other things. then i began to call on the spirit of the young girl who was showing up on the stairs of their home. minutes pasted like hours. her father was getting impatient. "she better be alright" he said to me. then a breeze came from upstairs down to the livingroom. we all felt the temp drop a few degrees. i kept my composure and continued with what i was doing. i thought i had made contact with the young ghost, so i asked her, why she was here. after a long delay sounds came from *****throat. like someone getting used to using something new they had not used in a long time. then a voice spoke.
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Posted:Oct 7, 2009 11:36 am
Last Updated:May 5, 2024 1:33 pm
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before i tell you of this next hunt i have to tell you. don't expect something scary. it's an account of a ghost investigation i did, not a fake fiction story. but i hope you enjoy reading it . one day a neighbor of mine told me at the family a few blocks away had seen a ghost in their house. she told me who the family was, and where they lived. it took me a few weeks to become friends with them so they would confide in me, and believe i was serious about their ghost. they lived over on elkton street in the corner house. i interviewed all of the residents and the others that had claimed to have seen or heard the supposed ghost. the witnesses consisted of five grown-ups and three . to give you an idea of the layout of the house we will begin at the front door. the door is at the left side of the living room, that is 10x12 feet. right across from the door is the hallway to the kitchen. in the far right corner is a flight of stairs. there are three steps, then a landing, and then the rest of the steps to the top. you then turn right at the top, walk down the hall with four bedrooms, two on each side with the bathroom at the end. in my interviews i learned all or the viewings were the same. each of the people who saw the ghost saw the same thing. one sunday evening when the family was in the living room watching a movie, the father muted the sound to better hear the footsteps coming down the upstairs hall to ask what his , who was in her room doing her homework was coming down stairs for. except no-body was accompanied the footsteps, as they creaked their way down the stairs. about half way down the staircase a figure appeared. it was not his little girl but a young girl he had never seen before. she was wearing a dark colored housecoat, pajamas and slippers. she had long un-brushed hair and appeared to be about 12 years or so old. she steadied herself against the hand rail, as she made her way down the stairs. she looked sad and tired. as she made it to the landing she didn't turn to take the last three steps, but walked right out through the wall with the small window in it. for a moment he sat there in silence. he turned to his wife. there was no need to ask her if she had seen the young girl too. her eyes were staring at the wall where the girl had just walked through, and her mouth was agape in shock and disbelief. then the youngest little boy, sitting on the floor yelled to turn the sound back on. breaking the spell. the had seen nothing, that night. Mom and Dad kept the vision to themselves until the had their baths and were safely tucked in bed. then the two of them told one another what they had seen. they had each seen the exact same thing. a young tired girl walk down the stairs and through the wall. they were a good catholic family and seeing a ghost was not part of their belief system. should they call a priest and have the house blessed. or do they need to have it exorcised. what should they do? they decided to tell no one. that is 'til the mom told her best friend, who told me. this first viewing took place in the spring. the family had lived there for a few years. i wondered why they had not seen or heard the girl before this. a few days after i learned of their first encounter Pete returned my call. he told me that sometimes ghosts don't show up for some length of time, until the vibrations in the house calm down, and things seem to be going along normally. or sometimes until a certain time of year that a specific event may have occurred. he asked me if i wanted his help. he was truly disappointed when i said,"not yet." i wanted to check this one out on my own. anyway, i was friends with the family. this was not an empty haunted house. but someplace where a family lived, now. i hung around a lot over the next two weeks. nothing happened. i borrowed some of Pete's meters and recorder. but all of them remained calm. no needles moving or voices on tape, nothing. so we figured it was a one time thing. Pete told me that sometimes it happens that way. oh well, my first ghost hunt ended soon after it began. or so we had thought.
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