GHOST HUNTERS

Skeleton Cave Wikipedia: On December 28, 1872 Crook's men encountered the Yavapai and Apache stronghold at Skeleton Cave located in Salt River Canyon. Crook's force composed of 130 troopers from the 5th Cavalry Regiment led by Captain William H. Brown and another thirty Apache Scouts. The army took up a position around the mouth of Skeleton Cave and surprised the natives when they tried to leave. Surrounded, the warriors refused to surrender and the soldiers opened fire[2]. Some of Brown's men aimed for the roof of the cave to deflect the bullets and rock fragments towards the defenders. This tactic led to the unintended deaths of women and children within the cave. Others, who were personally accompanied by Crook, rolled rocks and boulders down from the cliffs above[2]. Seventy-six dead were found in the cave afterward . A few who managed to surrender were taken to Camp Grant. Among the dead within the cave was Chief Nanni-chaddi, who had claimed that no soldier would eve

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"Bram Stoker's Dracula" "Wicker Man" "The Hunger" "Embrace of the Vampire" "The Covenant" "Ginger Snaps" What would you add to the list?

(Num num) (aka as Adam Sandler?) (It's fucking hot and humid. We're idiots.)

I am a labyrinth freak. Some day, when I'm a successful writer, I dream of having a little cottage in a green state like Oregon, where I would have a few acres around me for space to have orchards and organic gardens, but also a giant labyrinth. If you can't meditate, your mind is too active, try and walk a labyrinth and you'll find instant meditation. It works every time. Where's a labyrinth around you? You'd be surprised to find that many hospitals around the country now have them on the grounds. Here is a good source for locating them in your area. Here's just some examples: Michigan: St. John's Cancer Center, Mercy Hospital, Sparrow Hospital. Pennsylvania: Charles Cole Memorial Hospital, Gettysburg Holistic Health Center, Peter Becker Community Hospital North Carolina: Catawaba Valley Medical Center, Presbyterian Hospital Charlotte. Texas: Seton Northwest Hospital, Cook Children's Medical Center. California: St. Mary Medical Center, Redwood Me

No Lonely on a Friday Night, duh.

The 1992 movie "Army of Darkness" starring Bruce Campbell, was a classic! Description: A man is accidentally transported to 1300 A.D., where he must battle an army of the dead and retrieve the Necronomicon so he can return home. Best one-liners by the main character, Ash: Ash: Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my boomstick! The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine, ninety five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that? Ash: Well hello Mister Fancypants. Well, I've got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but two things, right now: Jack and shit... and Jack left town. Ash: First you wanna kill me, now you wanna kiss me. Blow. Ash: Don't touch that ple

When my parents bought our house, they didn't know it was haunted. They did know, however, that it was very very old (mid 1700s). They also knew that it must have seen the Civil War. My mother being an art teacher and an aspiring historian, was thrilled at the idea of uncovering a history that was rather vague upon the purchase. As she learned more about its history, she began to realize the potential relics that were on the grounds and so a metal detector was purchased. My siblings and I spent our childhood digging up relics with as much regularity as taking out the trash. But, it was almost the moment we moved in that my parents noticed something not quite right. Visits from past residents brought up stories of the ghosts that jived with what my parents and older siblings were noting. I grew up in it from the time I was a baby. It was never something I thought of as "ghosts" but as "the house." It was "the house" that made noises. It was "the ho

My dear buddy, writer in my critique group, and co-conspirator to write a Syfy Original Movie that beats them all, is having a contest at his blog. If you haven't been to Scott's blog, " Anything Horror Central ," you are seriously missing the best horror movie reviews and news in the industry of horror. He's also about to become a published author of the best damn zombie novel ever! Scott's running an awesome summertime contest. Y'all know how "Jaws" is my favorite movie of all time. No other movie even gets close to having it all like that one! Well, his contest is inspired by it. It's a simple short story contest portraying how the movie "Jaws" affected someone who watched it. Check out the details . It's freaking brilliant! I can't wait to hear what y'all do! Good luck!

This 1973 gem is one of my cult favorite movies of all time! Here's a trailer (above) of the new movie that has much of the same elements and feel of "Wicker Man." If you saw the godawful Nicholas Cage version, consider yourself a Wicker Man virgin! Please, see the original. It's well worth it. I highly suggest this longer and more saucy trailer. Wow! Why didn't they let me know about casting calls for this one? Damn! I saw it for free online here , but not sure how it loads. I know I'm going to want to own this one, no doubt about it!

It's quiz time again, my darlings. You know the drill. Count your a's, b's and c's and see which one you get the most of. If you end up with 2, 2 and 1, look at that 1 and pick your second choice on that question so you can tip the scales. 1. In high school, I tended to be... a. Easily overlooked, going under the radar. b. Intelligent and ahead of the game. c. Simmering angry and an outcast. 2. In bed, I like to... a. Stay focused and hit it hard for that orgasm. b. Tease and taunt, draw it out until my partner is begging. c. It's usually pretty awkward. I don't think I'm all that talented. 3. If I got a new dog, I'd probably choose... a. A rottweiler. b. A German Shepherd. c. A Chihuahua. 4. At a haunted attraction, I most like... a. Being chased by a guy with a chainsaw. b. Finding my way through the maze in the dark. c. Things jumping out at me unexpectedly. 5. If I were going to kill someone, I'd probably... a. Come right at the

This is a new series. In my book "Was That a Ghost?" I discuss a good deal about how, with the right life skills tools, we can deal with the unknown and how we can use those tools for our everyday life and relationships. I'm going to apply some of those in this series. Today's lesson is how to live with chaos from the spirit world and the living world. At any given time, a person living in a haunted house is going to be dealing with the unpredictable. In fact, every single moment he lives in a haunted house, he will be dealing with a degree of uncertainty. Shit happens, but in a haunted house, shit happens any time of the day, day of the week, week of the month, month of the year... In fact, part of what I'm striving for on my team, POE, is to figure out what might trigger it to activate and conversely, what might quiet it down. For now, there are little, if any patterns, we can discern. So, you live in a home in which a dish can break, a painting can fall, a doo

Random Girl at It's On Random has a soap shop now. Wahoo! I ordered some up right away! I'm not only a hemp soap freak, but a chai freak too--I make my own chai tea mix. When I saw she had a natural chai hemp soap, I thought-- I love this gal! I even ordered some for my son's fiancee's birthday. She is a natural soap nut too. You wonder why I look younger than my considerable years--it's from using natural soaps (and being vegetarian). I used to make my own soaps, but I don't have the time anymore, so I'm letting a talented person make it. Her prices are ridiculously awesome! She also has honey hemp, magic brownie soap, and more! I'm giddy! Thanks blog world for showcasing talented and honestly hard working and brilliant folks. I'm always promoting in-breeding consumerism within the blog community, sort of like shopping local. Definitely give this gal's shop a look-see and give some lucky gal some soap that'll make her toes curl.

This is a new series on the blog about alternative lifestyles. You know how I'm always trying to get y'all to think outside the box? Well, sometimes, I want you to throw away the notion that boxes even exist! This is one of those times . This series on alternative lifestyles is to keep us from doing the typically human cringing thing that says "bad/good" when we encounter things because basically that equates to "unfamiliar/familiar." We can't make gains without the brawn of our builders, the brains of our scientists, the sensitivity of our artists. Every person has a path and a calling, every person has a strength and a gift to the world. Every person has a way to live their life or their undead state. So, fears and insecurities aside, let's look at the first alternative lifestyle that I'm interviewing, that of vampires. Autumnforest: Do you consider yourself a vampire or a vampire enthusiast? Adam: I'm a Vampire. There is no question abou

It's not my intention to cause problems and get into trouble. I'm just a "galloping puppy," as many of my friends refer to me. We can be driving along the roadway and make a joke about something and I stop and turn around and go back to the location to do the very thing we kidded about. I figure, " why just think it, when you can do it? " Sure, I got my son and I locked in a cemetery once, got myself trapped in one with a couple of drinking boys parked near my car, explored some abandoned places and the woods in the dark alone and got myself into sticky situations. I've been chased by bees and squatters and coyotes, but those are the things you remember, right? A friend dared me to do a video in my belly dancing scarf and I have trouble ignoring dares made by boys ( it's a tomboy throwback ), so I did it--but on my terms--no belly dancing music! I've wandered a hotel in my tiny bitty pajamas in search of a room I saw in a psychic vision and got

Damn! Too much to talk about in one short post. I don't want to give y'all too much to read. Suffice to say, next week you will likely be inundated with lots of results of a helluva lot of tests on a ghost hunt that will amaze and amuse, stupefy and intrigue. Our research team, POE (Paranormal Observation & Experimentation--see tab at the top of page) has laid out some plans for a series of unusual tests and experiments. I will be keeping close notes, photos, and nightvision. I also plan to do a nightvision VLOG entry for the blog on the hunt, to take you with me inside a creepy haunted location in which we are doing a study. I'm anxious to learn how to edit with the damn new camera (shitty software Vivitar), but I am determined. One thing about me, when I want to do something--I'm freaking stubborn (Irish/Scottish blood). I am also logic-minded and excessively curious (Norwegian/Swedish blood). I'd like to start doing some under 5-minute documentaries that sort

Wikipedia : Spontaneous human combustion (SHC) is a name used to describe cases of the burning of a living human body without an apparent external source of ignition. There is speculation and controversy regarding SHC - some regard it as a unique and currently unexplained phenomenon, while others feel that cases described as SHC can be understood using current generally-accepted scientific principles. There have been about 200 cited cases[1] worldwide over a period of around 300 years . A case described from Wikipedia: On the night of July 1 – July 2, 1951 she burned to death in her apartment[1] and the nickname "The Cinder Lady" was given to her posthumously by the local media. The alarm was raised at about 8 a.m. July 2 when Reeser's landlady, Pansy Carpenter, arrived at her door with a telegram. Trying the door, she found the metal doorknob to be uncomfortably warm to the touch and called the police. Reeser's remains, which were largely ashes, were found among the

Not that anything about me is particularly "normal," but one thing I do know and I took note of in recent years is that when I do psychic reads, I always look to the right. This is interesting because, according to this eye chart above, the right side is "remembered" things and the left side is "constructed" things. You can use this knowledge of eye positioning to read people and their truthfulness. For example, if you look to the right upper position, you are accessing visual memory as it pertains to the conversation. If someone said, "what color are Uncle Lou's eyes?" You'd more than likely recall that looking to your upper right. You'll see people often look down right during conversations, that shows that they are considering what they are going to say next. If you ask someone how their talk with their boss went, they'll more than likely look down right. When I give a reading, I get information usually from the middle right bu

Leaning over the table, the diner grabbed the bone and gnawed on the meat. The flesh was tender and tasty, satisfying and absolute perfection. Had a meal ever tasted this good? Been this satisfying? He dropped the bone, licked each finger greedily for every tangy bit that remained. Then, the zombie, pleased with his wife's ribs, went after her other set with equal gusto.

I haven't done a "Don't Be a Dork" post in a long while. This should help you stay up to speed on some of life's new trends... You Tube Poops: Random clips put together into something that stutters and jumps, makes no sense and generally is an abomination of the original films from which it borrowed. I am so proud of my son's poops. No, You tube poops, that is! Here's some examples he's done:

How many of you bought plastic and duct tape during the Bush regime? How many microwaved your mail during the anthrax scare? How many of you stored supplies during Y2K? How many of you wonder if you should store water? Dried foods? Medicines? Iodine and chloride tablets? So, just what are your plans for the post-apocalypse? Would you go to the country? Secure yourself into a high rise with some supplies? Would you go to an island? A cave? I think an ideal situation would be a group with a good range of talents from strength to medical knowledge, building and rigging power, survivalist skills and mercenary skills, but not such a large group you'd be easy to spot or have too many people to support with limited resources. My dream clan? A chinese herbalist who turned doctor. A martial arts, ancient weapons expert. A building contractor/carpenter. An electrical engineer with solar experience. An outdoorsman with survivalist training. A hunter/trapper. An ex green beret. Where I live, s

What the hell was it about the 70s? Some of the freakiest psychos ever! DB Cooper: In 1971, a man hijacked a Boeing 727 between Portland Oregon and Seattle Washington. He got $200,000 assembled by the FBI. They landed in Seattle, let the passengers out and took off with him and the cash giving instructions. He then proceeded to parachute from the plane. No one has identified the man and it is considered unsolved to this day and, in fact, the only unsolved hijacking. In 1980, a boy found packets of money along the Columbia River. There are many suspects, but the case has not been officially closed and people often refer to DB Cooper like a cult hero for getting away with it. Zodiac Killer: In the late 60s and early 70s, a serial killer tormented Northern Californians. He sent taunting letters to the press claiming to have killed 37. The case has remained open. Chowchilla School Bus Kidnapping: It was 1976. In Chowchilla, California, a bus was rolling along the roadway with 26 kids on

How do psychics read the past, present and future? Well, here's what it's like: A woman is driving in a car to the store to get some milk. A man stands along the roadway and sees her car coming. So far, she hasn't arrived yet and will be part of his future. As she passes him, she is in his present. As she drives away, she is in his past. As the driver in the car, she can look into her rear view mirror and see where she was, look out the windshield and see where she is going, but the entire event is present-time to her perspective. It is one event; she is going to the store. As a psychic, my perspective is like the driver of the car. To most people, their past, present and future are separated by mental walls that neatly ( like a photo album ) cut their lives into pieces that must be retrieved. The man on the roadside looked down the road and sees no car yet (his future) and watches it pass (his present) and when the car is out of sight (his past); it is gone to “another pl

This is a new series about cryptid creatures. Today, we're going to cover the Tazmanian Tiger. This is one of my favorites and one cryptid I think has a very excellent chance of existing. The Tasmanian Tiger is categorized as a "thylacine." The Tasmanian Tiger actually existed in Australia, the island of Tasmania and New Guinea. This was the largest marsupial (pouched creature). It was believed to be extinct or nearly extinct on the continent of Australia by the time Europeans settled there. On the Island of Tasmania; however, it lasted much longer. Bounties on their dead bodies, as well as domestic dogs might have helped to obliterate this population. The last thylacine died in 1936, officially extinct in 1986. Even to this day, people often report seeing it. It's seen so often, that there has to be something to it. A breeding population would have learned to hide from man who was pursuing him and thylacine had bred extensively before the citizens began killing off t

(Wikipedia) The akashic records (akasha is a Sanskrit word meaning "sky", "space" or "aether") is a term used in theosophy (and Anthroposophy) to describe a compendium of mystical knowledge encoded in a non-physical plane of existence. These records are described as containing all knowledge of human experience and the history of the cosmos. They are metaphorically described as a library; other analogies commonly found in discourse on the subject include a "universal supercomputer" and the "Mind of God". People who describe the records assert that they are constantly updated automatically and that they can be accessed through astral projection[1] or when someone is placed under deep hypnosis. The concept was popularized in the theosophical movements of the 19th century and is derived from Hindu philosophy of Samkhya. It is promulgated in the Samkhya philosophy that the Akashic records are automatically recorded in the atoms of akasha (t

There's a shitload of scams on Twitter to access your log-in info. You get a message that says either "is this a picture of you?" "is this you in the video?" or "someone said something nasty about you on this blog" and then if you click on the address they provide, there's a log-in for what looks like Twitter. Always be suspicious when people you don't know are giving you anything to click on, even a friend whose account could have been tapped into. Contact that friend and see if they actually send you the link. Never give log-in info.

Screw "Twilight"'s tween-aged version of vampires and werewolves and the actors who played them. Let's get down to the important stuff: Which is better, vampire or werewolf? I hate sunlight. No, seriously. When a cloud goes by and blots out the sun, I sigh with relief. I don't go out in the sun except on a road trip and that's purely because my night vision is for-shit. I like nighttime. My dream bedroom is pitch black, very cool, and humid; cave-like. On the other hand, I am Autumnforest. I live for the woods and running like a wild thing, being one of the creatures of the glade. Streams, moss, lichens, ferns, and a canopy overhead are my bliss. Rocks, paper, scissors. Now, if a vampire has the ability to mesmerize, he could technically take down a werewolf by disabling him and draining him. If, however, he can't mesmerize another undead creature, the werewolf would tear him to pieces. The vampire is more man-related; we see a vampire in a crowd and we t

It's hard to believe it's been 103 years since the Tunguska event. My grandparents lived through that era. Oh hell, my parents and grandparents were so old that my grandparents were all born in the 1800s. No kidding! What was the Tunguska event? Something that puzzled scientists for a century and that has intrigued me since I was a child and first heard of it. In 1908, was a flash event in Siberia in which forests were flattened completely and those 40 miles away from the event were thrown from their chairs and felt the fire of it. Eight hundred square miles were flattened. Here's a witness's account: Suddenly in the north sky… the sky was split in two, and high above the forest the whole northern part of the sky appeared covered with fire… At that moment there was a bang in the sky and a mighty crash… The crash was followed by a noise like stones falling from the sky, or of guns firing. The earth trembled . The massive explosion packed a wallop. The resulting seismic s

Hey, I'm here, hanging out. Come on and say "hi," any time. I'm knocking around the idea of getting hypnotized to see that alien I saw when I was hypnotized last time but this time learn more about why it showed up in my childhood memories. If I do it, I'll do an audio recording and write about it for the blog. Let me know if you think this might be an interesting thing to pursue. I'm curious by nature and just because I don't believe in aliens doesn't mean I shouldn't find out what the heck one with a decorative head piece was doing in my childhood bedroom memories. Oh, and tonight Zak is doing another Paranormal Challenge--this time at Waverly Hills. The show is super lame-o, but the location is awesome.

( shot taken at the cemetery--no camera strap, clear warm night ) Let me give you a few cemetery tales. There's a big old Catholic cemetery in a sketchy part of town. It's a sprawling beautiful place that has stained glass, huge walls for crematories, tons of wild cats some local person feeds. The nuns and priests are all buried there from the area. It's green and has plenty of trees ( rarity in the desert ) and a fantastically old feel to it. I went there with a friend once. It was just the two of us around twilight. Her batteries on her camera died instantly, so she went back to the car for more. I stood there in a long outdoor corridor where cremated remains were stored and it had arched doorways leading to the cemetery grounds. I heard a man speaking in Latin very clearly. I hid behind the wall, thinking that I might be interrupting a funeral. He continued on in a singsong voice and I heard many Latin words I recognized including benedicamus domino. I peeked through the

Zip code 04955: New Sharon, Maine. Seriously, that's the zip code, that's the town! ( New Sharon Library--charming, huh? ) ( New Sharon Congregational Church--kind of creepy, huh? ) ( New Sharon Fire Dept--quirky, huh? ) Sort of describes me, eh? I guess I came by the name honestly. Well, the new adventures of this new Sharon involve a wish list that I am presently pounding through furiously: Bigfoot hunt (scheduled in September) Vulture Mine ghost hunt (scheduling for November) Wear a Halloween costume to an event (don't know the event yet, but working on the costume) Zombie walk (doing the virtual one online the 30th of September, but thinking of finding a local one) Stay at a local resort- order room service, and use the swim-up bar (scheduled in August) Do a zombie photo shoot at an abandoned location (scheduled in August) UFO Hunt (scheduling this fall) Achieve a hard-copy publishing of a book (on the editor's desk right now) " Kickin' Up Dust! (Get