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Item: Well Known Guided tour location
Location: A little North of Bucksport and a little
South of Veazie
Date: May 6, 2006
You hear of local places where guided tours are taken.
Automatically you think tourist trap, hoaxy, or fabricated. Even though, the cemetery we went to on Saturday, I can say
cemetery, because from the pics its obvious, but no names or exact locations are given. First thing as we pull
into to the multiple road, what must be 10,000 plus grave cemetery is I'm looking around for a bib, because with that
much content, there's gotta be something other then the local jogger, goth kid on a bike, roaming the grounds.
It's kinda morbid thought, looking for a bib, but this place is
more than a cemetery it's a garden cemetery, and the biggest I've ever investigated, so it's a given I was drooling.
Right off, you get the feeling that something other then the jungle
sounding birds, are watching you. That little itch at the back of the neck, the short hairs were standing up at
attention. Where we parked, you could see a little cherub, or marble child behind glass in a gravestone.
So of course I'm snapping pictures all over the place. The condensation of the glass, adds to the intense creepy factor
of the pic. Sure it's not supernatural, but it sure as hell isn't normal.
We concentrated on a stone table at the top of one of the many
hills, my co-investigator handled for the first time, the entire evp sweep, including actually pausing the recorder in between
questions, (yeah!). Leaving me to concentrate entirely on my camera, which did manage to get many shadows,
shapes, faces, ducks, squirrels, reflections on water, for me to edit and play around with.
The place could never be covered in a week straight of investigating,
so we will be going back. Thanks to this investigation I might have to finally spring for the extra 5 dollars
a month for added memory.
Just so you don't think I just got wannabee ghost images,
here is the promised 4 pack of EVP's. The First one sounds like a name, the second is real faint, the third is
unknown, and the fourth is a reverse of the third.
NAME
WHISPS
LOOKSOMETHING
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ITEM: RETURN TRIP TO THE CEMETERY FROM ABOVE
DATE:JUNE 17, 2006
LOCATION:STILL A LITTLE NORTH OF BUCKSPORT AND A LITTLE SOUTH OF VEAZIE
The same cemetery as above. Big enough for several trips, this was the second. Kind of a windy day, plus the birds were
screeching and wouldn’t listen to my plea’s for silence. That and add a way busy day on the highway that runs
right by the massive cemetery, and it’s a wonder I managed any EVP’s. I had kind of coaxed my co-investigator
there with promises of a stop at the bakery on the way.
Some spilt scalding hot coffee later, and we were ready to start the EVP sweeps and photo ops. I had been drawn to the
huge set of granite steps that led up a hillside, with graves up and down the hill.
My co-investigator had made a beeline to the crypts, her specialty. This one I put up on the Gravestone page, had 2 shrouded
figures, one on either side of the doorway.
I managed a few weak EVP’s and found the huge, probably 300 pound piece of Rose Quartz, also on the gravestone page,
that I had often driven by, but never seen up close. My usually pleasant but reluctant to do cemetery co-investigator was
ready to leave, and went and sat in the car while I finished up some photos.
I thought as a long stock train went by, that if spirits use background noise, to form words, then what would they do with
the loud whistling train. After cutting the sound by ¾ and trimming the huge file, down to something that wouldn’t break
the bank, I still think the offered EVP is worth the long download.. To me it sounds like several, kid’s screaming and
playing in the background of which there wasn’t any for miles. At one point towards the middle, they even sound like
they might be screaming a certain stubborn and foolhardy investigators name.
PICTURES FROM THIS INVESTIGATION CAN BE FOUND ON THE HOME PAGE AS WELL AS THE GRAVESTONE PAGE
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Item:
House Investigation: Forester Ancestral Home (Grandparents
House)
Date:May 28, 2006
As always unforeseen forces have conspired to tamper with my perfect
investigative setting. It had been a lean bunch of weeks, with no House investigation in site. So I got the bright
idea to do my grandparent's house, and now a favorite aunt's house. In between, letting her foot high lawn dry out enough
for me to mow, with a rickety old mower 6 years past it's prime.
The time table was perfect. Her husband had to leave the house,
and do some chores, leaving her alone in the house, to nap. While leaving me almost perfect evp sweep conditions.
That is until the monkey wrench that is my father, took it upon himself to insist on running the weed wacker. Not only
insisting, but making me start it for him, adding salt to the wound. My protesting went unheard, my cries, for silence
went unanswered.
The clock was ticking, either wait for sparky to get done weed wacking,
of which I had the foresight to short the gas tank to a 1/3, or go in and lay some ground work, take some action photos, and
maybe an evp on the opposite side of the house, away from the winding engine of the wacker.
Unfortunately, upon gaining the almost pitch black stairs, and second
floor, the weed-wacker could be heard from almost every room. The first attempt at the attic, up non-lit rickety stairs,
left me wondering if Dad was actually climbing up the side of the house, and wacking the moss off the shingles. That
and the fact that I had opted to travel light, and leave my double barreled headlight at home. Quickly made me retreat
from the attic, and take uneventful photos, until after about a half hour, the fuel supply finally let out, on the dreaded
weed wacker.
I had been left a little discouraged at the good prospects of the attic.
Standing in the doorway, that led up the rickety stairs, contemplating whether or not to climb or give up, a box fell, stored
up in the attic.
Not a shift of the well packed attic, but an actual fall of a box,
hard enough to make it's presence known. I hadn't left the stairs on the first attempt. I hadn't disturbed anything
in anyway, to cause such a commotion. So either a rather large squirrel/rat/mouse was mad at my interruption, or something
was up there.
So now I stood at the bottom of the stairs with a different question
to ponder. Either make a run for it, or saddle up, and head up to see what was waiting for me in the attic.
I wasn't there picking daisy's, so I lowered my head, turned
the recorder on, and held the camera at the ready, and moved up into the darkness. Well I stood perfectly still on the
stairs, I got the first clear woman's name, in a woman's voice, using the background noise from passing traffic, muffled by
wood and shingle.
While I stood there peeking up into the darkness towards the back window
and the only light source. A stored space heater directly at eye level and some 2 feet or so from the stairs suddenly
made a metallic snapping noise. Almost as if something had taken a finger and flicked it hard with a fingernail.
I little intimidating, since it was directly at eye level.
Some new rules to ponder, while investigating, never start the weed
wacker for your father, wait until after the investigation. Always bring your headlight, even in broad daylight,
there is always dark places that need lighting. Always leave 5 minutes or less of gas in the weed wacker, if you
plan on doing and evp sweeps.
When I jokingly confronted Dad about the weed wacker contamination,
he smirkingly denied that he was actually the one. Blaming it on past weed wackers. I thanked him for sandbagging
me and moved on.
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