Friday, October 07, 2005

Boo-ooo-ooooo ***cough*** oooooo-oooooooo!


Was doing some research for a story (which may or may not be completed -- depends on my hatred level), and came across this intriguing site: Rochester Paranormal of Western New York



Lots of spooky stuff for your Halloweeny pleasure, pictures of ghosties, creepy audio, and some interesting video, all captured during local investigations.

Love it.

I, along with a few members of my family, have experienced odd happenings in the past, things that I rarely, if ever, share with those I don't know extremely well. I'm talking weird, man. I won't go into detail for fear of seeming kookier than I already do, but suffice to say, I am a believer, y'all.

Anyway, I'm very much surprised that I'd not heard of RPoWNY before, especially considering they're located only a few miles from me. If'n I get my gumption up (and wangle a prescription of valium from Dr. Feelgood), I may just make an inquiry to these fine folks regarding my tagging along on one of their hunts.

How about you? Experienced anything supernatural? Seen the bogeyman? Have an intimate moment with Elvis? Breakfast with Satan? I'd love to hear about it!

11 Comments:

At 12:00 PM, Blogger J. Stephen Reid said...

I should post another tale about our building being haunted...

My wife recently confided in me that she's been in certain places in our building alone at night, and she's heard old-time saloon piano music playing in the next room, as clear as day. It's worth noting that the room in question is always locked and is empty save for dust and some old shelves.

 
At 6:04 PM, Blogger Jas... said...

I laughed at the title of this one!

Good one Ms. Lori!

 
At 8:37 PM, Anonymous Jeni said...

Personally, I don't believe in ghosts but apparently that fact hasn't stopped me from seeing them.
We bought our house about 10 years ago and having lead a ghost free life up until this point, I've seen 'something' around here on a regular basis ever since we've lived here.
What I see is a little dark haired boy wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt. The first time I saw 'him' I thought it was one of my sons but after checking, found them in bed sound asleep.
I always see him at the end of the hallway where the bedrooms are, slipping from one room to another.
Goose bumps cover me from head to toe each time and for some inexplicable reason, I begin to sob after each sighting.

Explain that one to me...

 
At 10:38 PM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

That's creepy, Joshie. Does she hear it often? At around the same time or does it differ? Gawd, she needs to record this! If you ever hear this yourself, please let me know.

Jas, you're so cruel, laughing at my asthmatic ghost like that. Poor soul.

Jeni, I got goosebumps just reading that...Are you the only one who sees the boy? Anything else happen around the time of the sighting, like noises or smells?

A good friend of mine used to see a little blond-haired boy in her old apartment, and he was dressed much like you described. Had a glow around him, was silent, would appear only for a second or two. She would constantly find strange spots of a brownish-red substance all over her bathroom, and long black hairs in her hairbrush -- she actually brought a handful of that hair over to my home one day (she has blonde, medium-length hair). Cool.

 
At 8:45 AM, Blogger Deek Deekster said...

As a child one morning, I saw a butterfly, large, tropical, blue.. it landed on my knees as I sat up in bed, stayed for about 30 secs, opened and closed it's wings in the sun coming through my bedroom window, and flew off.

I thought not much of it, just that it was beautiful. Later i realised, that really was impossible... It could have been hypnagogic, but either way, it was a strange, beautiful and otherworldly, and I always remember it.

 
At 8:16 PM, Blogger Alexis said...

Awesome subject - I have alot of tales - but the first time I saw a ghost - I was driving a bunch of people to Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia via 5 forks road (old road - dates back to 1776, as we drove, a horse walked in front of my car and dissapeared, about 10 minutes later - a man walked out and I drove through him. I didn;t want to seem like a freak, so I didn't say anything to the girls I was driving. Then one of them said 'Uh, Alexis - did you just see that man - and that horse about 15 minutes ago?', and I looked over - they all had seen it and were kirking out - so I floored it.

Creepers.

 
At 9:51 PM, Anonymous Jeni said...

Hi Lori, about the little boy I've seen here, he seems to be about 9 or 10 years old. His hair is dark auburn and cut in what looks like a grown out bowl cut. His white T-shirt is vivid white and the blue jeans are an intense blue but no glowing or anything otherworldly looking.
Anytime I've seen him it's been from the corner of my eye, I don't think I've ever seen him when looking directly at him.
While I have never been close enough to see eye color, somehow I know that they're brown.
There's never been any noise or anything out of the ordinary preceding the times I've seen him or afterwards. I just see him slipping from one room to another at the end of the hallway.
The only possible connection I can come up with is that between my 14 and 12 year old sons, we had lost a baby when I was four months pregnant. My 12 year old was a twin but I miscarried again at four months but one of the babies (my 12 year old) survived the pregnancy.
Maybe the loss still bothers me subconciously and it's manifesting itself in this ghostly manner. I honestly can't think of anything else it could be.
This is the kind of stuff that sends psychiatrist's kids through college! LOL

 
At 10:03 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

I love that, Deek. When I was very young, around six or seven, I woke one sunny morning to a little boy kneeling by my bed, hands clasped in prayer. He couldn't have been over five, he was tiny, painfully thin, African-American, wearing what appeared to be denim overalls, a t-shirt. I just knew that he'd come from a different time. The sunbeam that cut through my partially parted curtains shone on his close-cropped hair, halo-like, his eyes were closed (I think), and he was solid.

Being that I've worn glasses since the age of eighteen months, my eyes had trouble focusing, so I rubbed them furiously, opened them wide, but still couldn't see well enough. I reached for my glasses, which were on my nightstand, and when I put them on and looked back, he was gone. There was, however, a slight mist, like a sparkling fog, which remained for at least a few seconds. I was not afraid, rather, I felt a great sadness and began to cry. To this day, I can still feel it.

Oh, Alexis, that is mondo cool. Had you heard others speak of similar sightings? Tell me, please, about your other experiences!

Jeni, yes, could be your broken heart conjuring things, but something tells me that's not the case.

 
At 11:46 AM, Blogger k1tchenwitch said...

no stories of my own to add, but the pictures on that website FREAKED ME OUT!! And I'm all alone, and in the basement, and now I'm way over-aware of every tiny noise our house is making

 
At 2:21 PM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

But Theresa, what about the horrible things that live beneath your staircase? You know, the things that will GRAB YOUR FEET if you're not absolutely careful.

See, I have a memory like an elephant. ;-)

 
At 1:54 PM, Blogger k1tchenwitch said...

eeeeee!!!! STOP IT!!

 

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