Graduating from community college, Hetty Locklear hopes for a new life. Her diploma doesn’t change anything. She delves deeper into her nerd-girl fantasy where she’s the savior of a dying ancient galactic race. When she’s not role playing in the game world she created, she’s still stuck working at the convenience store and doused in coffee stains. Her parents didn’t bother to come home but manage to send her an invitation to join them on the Renaissance Faire circuit for the summer. Her first reaction is to say no, until a ghost starts stalking her and a séance claims she’s in danger.
Recently, I went on a ghost hunt at a cemetery near the Haystack Reservoir on Powell Butte (near Madras, Oregon).
For the most part, it was peaceful and serene, not scary at all, not even the howls of the nearby coyotes.
We strolled around the graves, stopping periodically to ask questions, letting our recorders pick up possible answers. Then we split up into smaller groups. That’s when things became more interesting. Husband Unit, Brian and I went to the back corner by this tree.
If everyone stood still, it was quiet enough to hear the Earth hum. Our planet does make a sound, a constant, soothing buzz.
Then I heard a thump like someone knocking on a gravestone, and very soft pings as if someone tread on tiptoes on the dirt road, disturbing only the smallest of pebbles. I also thought I saw a light move toward me on the ground. But was it? I could easily pass it off as my eyes playing tricks on me. Brian heard a growl. Husband Unit claimed something tugged softly on his shirt.
Ooo! Real ghost adventures.
The one gal is a medium and says she was scratched. She did have scratch marks on her shoulder.
At any rate, it was a fun night, and I’ll definitely go out with the crew again.
This is the most interesting photo I captured. Several think it’s two ghosts standing by the graves. I think it’s just the tree. It certainly does look like people standing there, though. What do you think?
Here’s a photo of the same tree taken a week later by the same camera (sans me – I was home working). The crew repeated their visit to debunk the above photo.
Finding any evidence is exciting. I wonder, are those who left us in a different dimension? Is that why we have such difficulty communicating? If they exist at a higher dimension than we do, we would only catch snippets and not see the whole picture.
Anyway, it fascinates me. Have you ever gone on a ghost hunt?
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