Posted on 10/21/2005 3:53:47 AM PDT by CurlyBill
This was a good catch...the "2" was a white stenciled number on the locker seen thru the soldier. The thermal picked it up as a different temp. Later, it did not show up as bright when they went back to check the same location out.
It looked like a soldier to me and it lowered its head as the thermal camera swung towards it.....like you would do if you looked into a spotlight.
Whats fun about this stuff is the skeptics/scientists running around trying to dispell it......*snicker* good luck with this one.
I watch that and "Most Haunted" (set in the UK) on the Travel Channel.
"Most Haunted" is usually good for a lot of laughs because the host and investigators are always jumping at every little sound. Heard about it from FReeper retrokitten.
I loooove Most Haunted! Derrick is so melodramatic and Yvette swears like a sailor. They have to bleep every other word out of her. I saw on the Travel Channel message boards that Derrick is leaving the show and getting his own show in England.
Starting Friday the are going in search of Jack the Ripper and his victim's ghosts and on Halloween having a live episode. Why do I see an Al Capone's vault related moment?
Did you see the one where the cameraman hid in the bushes and jumped out at Yvette? It was hysterical.
How did I miss this thread?? It must have got buried with other pings. Going back to read from the start!
I must have missed that one. I always crack up when that Derrick guy goes into his "scary, crusty old ghost" voice.
About the only time I was actually startled was when that table moved in the basement of one of those industrial buildings (forget which one, they kind of morph together for me).
That was just Mayor Daley! ;-)
"Fear" cracked me up, because of the things they would make the kids do. I remember one episode when they made this girl electrocute herself. There was a disclaimer on the bottom that it was low-level electricity, but please do not try this at home.
Years ago I had some friends who rented a house in an old but upscale neighborhood in Kansas City. This house was old, built in the 1880's or so and was on the local historical register. The orginal owner of the house was a prominent Kansas City/Jackson County judge. The house itself was called a mansion in the old days, three stories with many rooms complete with servants entrance and servants staircase in the back. It had a basement, unfurnished and looked like and outright catacomb because the walls and were made of lumpy and chipped mortar. There was also an entrance from the outside with one of those old swinging upright doors, but it was barred shut and welded.
The house had a bad incident happen in the past where the gardener of the judge murdered a servant of one of the neighbors because he was involved in a love affair.
Anyway, the owner who rented the house was a lawyer who told my friends that he and his wife had many odd occurances in the house and even called in a medium. The medium told them that there were 2 spirits in the house - a bad one of the gardener and a good one being the judges wife. The lawyer claimed that he had actually seen the judges wife ghostly form on the 3rd floor.
My friends had numerous experieces. Many times small objects seemed to move around from where they were placed. There were frequent bumps in the night. One time it was so loud that it woke them up and they got their guns out and found the basement door open - which was nearly impossible since the door to the outside was still welded shut and the bolt was one the interior of the house.
I was there once for a party and a couple times one of the lights in the creepy basement came on, even after we had gone down there to shut it off.
LOL!! He is too funny.
I wrote in my blog last week about a few weird things that have happened to me over the years. Nothing especially frightening. One weird thing I didn't write about was my old phone that used to do little half rings and no one was calling or using the line at all. It is hard to describe, but it wasn't a full ring. It was the only phone in the house that would do it and previous phones on that same line would not have these phantom rings.
It wouldn't do it everyday, just every few days and then it would ring maybe 3 times in an evening. One night it just kept doing it constantly. After about 30 or so rings I finally said outloud, "Look, if you want to talk to me could you at least do it tomorrow?? I'm trying to sleep!" It stopped. The phone is now in our bedroom at our condo and never once has it done the phantom ring.
I only have one half-way decent ghost story, and it really isn't even all that great.
My brother and I were visiting my aunt and uncle in El Paso, TX and my uncle had business to attend to in Las Cruces NM, so we decide to tag along. He takes care of business and we all head out to lunch in the old part of town, known as Mesilla.
Mesilla has one of those great plaza areas that has now become a tourist haven, with lots of people hawking gaudy Billy the Kid t-Shirts and ristras of red chiles. My brother Pat is a professional photographer, so he go everywhere with some camera or another strapped around his neck. This time he had his manual SLR Nikon--this was pre-digital days, so he actually had film loaded in it.
So Pat is snapping photo after photo and finally has to change the film. My uncle brings us to one end of the plaza with an old bar (Double Eagle or Silver Eagle or something like that) that is supposed to be haunted. So outside my brother reloads his camera and does the usual loading procedure where you close the back, advance the film, click off a few pictures and you are ready to go.
We go inside and me and my uncle walk around the place looking at various oil paintings on the walls with some guys in military uniforms. We poke fun at pretty much all of them and joke about the "ghosts".
I see my brother pointing his camera trying to take photos of the nice bar area (complete with brass rail and dark wood, the big mirror behind it). So we come over and he seems to be advancing the film and taking photos of the floor.
I thought to myself--What the heck? You just loaded it Pat, WTH are you doing? We walk out and head back to the car, so I ask him why he was advancing the camera after he just loaded it.
"I wasn't. The camera wouldn't work when I pointed it at the bar, and as soon as I pointed it at the floor the shutter snapped and the film advanced on its own"
My uncle and I look at each other like "Uh-oh" we probably upset the ghosts in the bar by making fun of the paintings.
Found a link with the paintings
http://www.desertusa.com/mag01/jan/stories/ghost.html
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Most Haunted note: On a warm night in June, 1949, with his first number one record spilling out of radios across the country, a frail young man walked onto the stage of Nashville's Ryman Auditorium for his Grand Ole Opry debut.
ROTFLMAO!!!
Ghosts? Ee-yeah. How can you people believe this nonsense? Dead is dead, folks, and I'm not being flippant here, but the souls of the departed either walk through the Pearly Gates or get fitted for asbestos union suits. The idea of spectral weirdos wandering around old houses rattling chains and saying "BOO" to the buyers of their former places of address...Jeez. Well, you'll have to pardon me, I have to get back to planet Reality now...
Interesting ghost hunter article
http://www.wtop.com/index.php?nid=25&sid=603933
Bump for tomorrow
On Laurel Canyon Blvd, in the Hollywood Hills above Los Angeles, stands the ruins of a very large house built in the early 1900s. I first learned of it in high school in the 1980s, and was told that it was "Houdini's Castle"
My story begins on one dark and stormy October night, after playing in a football game at our Catholic high school. Like all Friday Nights, the question on everyone's mind was where was the post-game party. After I don't know how many beers later, the decision was made to head somewhere else, and since were already in the Hollywood Hills, I asked my friend Paul if he had ever heard of Houdini's Castle. He hadn't, so off we went.
I drove the windy Laurel Canyon road, with rain coming down and patches of fog along where it crosses Mulholland Highway. We descended the hill toward Hollywood, until we came to the fenced in property where the estate ruins lay. I always wondered what the point of a chain link fence around the property line served, when there was always a hole cut where the narow driveway up the hill used to be.
I stopped and looked at Paul, who was drinking a Bud Light, if he wanted to go up the driveway, and he said, go right ahead. We started to proceed up the driveway, which was covered in leaves and twigs, when he noticed some of the grottos and staircases appearing in the headlights as we drove up. As we eased up to the main drive...the wind and rain were blowing the trees all around -- it was definitely spooky, when all of a sudden...
I looked in the rear view mirror, and saw someone dressed in old clothes walking up the drive behind us, carrying what appeared to be a World War I trench gun. I thought "Oh Sh**", put the truck in reverse and backed through the person, and down the hill.
When I got to the bottom of the hill I did j turn and sped the heck out of there. My buddy said, "What the heck was that? It went through the cab of the truck!"
The next day at Saturday practice, we told some of our teammates, who laughed at us saying we were full of it, but we both know what we saw, and both never went back.
I am told that the 5 acre property was finally sold for $4 million in early 2004, and that an 11,000 square foot house was built on it, but that the owners have left, because they think it is haunted....
The show I like to watch is the World Scariest places on the Abc Family Channel... My beef is that they don't show is what they are running away from...
Bump. I love this thread!
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