I have encountered many strange things at the sites of murders and suicides, in cemeteries, prisons, abandoned buildings, restaurants and private homes.
While in the dungeon of an old jail I saw a white, misty cloud and thrust my hand into it to see what it felt like. I have heard footsteps and watched doors open, when no one was there. I have had icy cold masses of air engulf me, and felt the fear of being threatened by something I couldn’t see. My cameras have captured objects that defy explanation. For over 20 years, I have been the Ghost Investigator.
You never know what to expect on an investigation—sometimes nothing happens, sometimes more happens than your nerves can bear. But I’m stubborn, and determined, and I stand my ground and try to gather as much evidence as possible, to try to prove the existence of ghosts. I don’t need any further convincing, but if you do, take a look at some of my investigations' Haunted Highlights…
No More Room at the Inn
Orange Inn, Goshen, NY (Built on the foundation of an old prison.)
...There was one spot in the old prison section that seemed colder and had high EMF readings. I asked the owner, Mimi, if there was any significance to that spot and she said that one psychic sensed the spirit of a man who was imprisoned there. I asked Bob to take a few more photos as Mimi, Linda P. and I headed back through the passageway. Linda P. was behind me, and halfway through I heard a loud “bang” against one of the pipes just inches from my head. I thought Linda P. had slipped and struck her head against one of the heavy pipes, so I spun around to see if she was okay. She was fine, and she hadn’t slipped or even touched the pipes.
“Then what was that banging noise?” I asked, a second before a second banging sound rang along the pipes, then a third and fourth…
There we were in a dark, dirty, spider web-infested dungeon tunnel and something was slamming against those old pipes as if they were being smashed with a heavy wrench.
“Mimi, do these pipes ever make this noise?” I asked, suddenly feeling a bit trapped.
“No, I never heard them do that!” she responded with some concern. “I sure hope we aren’t getting them mad at us!”
We hurried out of the tunnel and back into the renovated section of the basement where we could at least stand up straight. I was about to take a deep breath in relief, but the air stopped in my throat as I stood up and looked right into a white, misty cloud about ten feet in front of me. It was several feet wide and stretched from the ceiling to about a foot above the floor...
After the investigation inside, I decided to take a few pictures of the front of the inn. When the photos were developed, I found this strange misty shape, which many people think looks like the head and chest of a person. What do you think?
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