Today I visited a local museum in Iowa, which has an exhibit focused on the art of ghost hunting called," The Science of Ghost Hunting."  I went to this museum because I am interested in how this material would be presented to the public.  I saw an advertisment that said," Pop culture."  I have been doing this before the "big" shows came out... I guess it is getting popularized in our today's culture.  'Just' be careful people when hunting.

I entered the building, sort'a excited, and approached the staircase leading to the exhibits.  As I went through the doors and down some more stairs... and more stairs.  Finally the," The Science of Ghost Hunting", sign came to vision.

I entered the first part... great literature, and history of... posted on the walls.  And a seance table lies in the center of the room.  A little game where the person at the main seat has buttons to push with their feet to make the table seem haunted.  Cute.

Moved on to the next room... where you could "debunk" a case.  Gave you the idea of what is happening.. and you have to guess why it is doing what it is doing... kind'a kiddish.  Seems in that room .. you can debunk all cases.  Left no room for kids to imagine ghosts.  For at least fun.

On to the next room, pictures and equipment... fun fun.  When digging through the case of ghost hunting equipment I came across a camera, pad of paper, a battery, a flashlight, a rubber duck (?), sandels (?), and a few more things.  I was insulted.  Then I saw a bunch of pictures of orbs that were all fake... boring.  And a bunch of picture we probably all have seem throughout our time investigating hanging on the walls. 

So I went around the corner to see some EVPs that a local team caught.  White noise.  I am not sure if the machine was broken... a long time of white noise.  They should have had buttons where you could go straight to the EVPs.  All the while someones little child is running around saying ghosts are fake.  Neat.

I actually thought this exhibit was a big joke, and at one point turned to a few people that asked what an EVP was and gave them the history on it, and what it was.  That was fun... had a few gathering.  And a few claps.

Then I wondered to look at the mummies...

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This true story begins on a darkened night... calm weather, and two investigators wanting to explore.  I was one of them.

Grabbing my camera is all I did to prepare for this investigation... I wasn't aware of what I would run into.  My partner was what he called a "feeler"... when the energy of a spirit was around him he could feel as though 2 positive magnets hitting.. would repel.  I wasn't too sure on his ability.. but who am I to judge, I could/would sense the energy around.

While about to leave a female friend of ours, Heather, came running out wanting to join us.  We thought it would be no harm.  Might I add, I am age 20 at this time, she was 20, and he was 19.  So we decided to go to the local historic graveyards in the area... it was about midnight.  The cemeteries were very far from the village area.

Making our way passed dark shadows.. scary caves and 'so' many bats.  Came across the first cemetery.  I am big at feeling energy right when I walk into an area... I really felt nothing.  Doesn't mean we can't look around.  The investigation began.  I was walking and snapping pictures.  Even my "feeler" friend had no personal readings.  Big, old scary cemetery.  It was dead.  After chilling there for about 45 minutes, perhaps less.  We moved on.

Our lady friend was excited... probably bored.  She wasn't a believer, wanted to... but wasn't.  I told her this trip with us might be absolutly nothing... she is aware of how it all worked.  The "feeler" and I said, "Ok."

Now as we approached the next cemetery... nothing again was happening with our abilities.. sensories.  The graveyard was tiny, about 30 yards by 30 yards square.  Fenced and gated.  One thing I must always add... when investigating.. entering a location that might have a hit.  I enter first... my protector instinct.  I perfer to enter the area first.. lead.  So I went to enter the gate.  As one foot entered the 1840s cemetery I got dizzy and lost my balance.  Stumbling in.. sort'a.  The energy hit me strong...  very active little graveyard.  The "feeler" felt it as well.  However, our lady friend felt nothing.  So I stood up striaght and walked in a corner by myself flashing pictures.  At this time I really didn't know too much on the haunted history of this cemetery.  After a while of snapping pictures I noticed my "feeler" friend was over by a gravestone bent down with our lady friend with him.  Meh.. I thought I should join them.  Then I noticed our lady friend is by me.  Was that his shadow?  Pretty dark for that... started to walk over to him. 

I got about 10 feet from him and realized a 6 foot manifested man with a widebrim hat and beard was looking down... as my friend was feeling up his leg.  I threw my left arm out to stop Heather from going any further.  My friend said,"Aaron, something is here."

My response," Dude, he is right infront of you." Heather said, "Where, behind that fog?" As I said what I said the spirit looked up at me ... I remember his motion was like a flip book.  And he disappeared to his left.. my right.  At the same time my "feeler" friend and I said, "He's gone." 

Heather ran out of the cemetery screaming.  And that was my first full frontial apparition.  Oh and I believed my friend and his ability afterwards as well.  On another note, we were probably in that cemetery for about 15 minutes before seeing that. 

We call it a night?  Nope... tried to bring the spirit back out... nothing, so we moved on to the next graveyard.

SIDE NOTE:  I researched the Post Cemetery later to see if what I saw was documented.  It seems in that graveyard.. it is highly patrolled by a fisherman and his son who died in the 1840's on a boating accident.  I went back to the cemetery in daylight and looked at the stone I saw the apparition at.  It read, "Here Lies Father and Son. Died in a boating accident..."  I saw Leon.

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I am not perfect, trust me I conjure up mistakes often.  I don't mind making mistakes, I learn and move on. 

I believe there are people whom can read a person's energy.  An aura reader.  One can see what color surrounds that person.  I have had rooms stop when I walk in, a bit strange for me.  Two aura readers were talking and than looked right at me not saying a word.  Than one said,"Do you see that?"  And the other replied, "Yes."  So I got interested.

Seems they both saw this great white light around me.  And everytime after they noticed it as well.  Someone walked passed me once stopped and said, "nice aura"... walked away.  Seems I am always white when I am read by someone whom can read auras.  Also I have been called an earthbound angel.  Not too religous, however... hell of  nice compliment.

One girl grabbed my hand and started laughing... "You are an angel?"  I said..."Thanks?"

Well, this angel's mission right now is to found out the true science of ghosts/spirits/afterlife...death.  I want answers.  I show no fear now.  Nothing can hut me.

But...

I am 'just' another guy.

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We were all young once and enjoyed playing with our imaginary friends... right?  Well, I had quite the imagination.  Let me tell you two very short stories of what I "imagined" when I was 5-6 years old.

It was late, not sure how late.. mom, dad, brother were all in bed.  Dark outside.  It was late.  I had a night light, sort'a scared of the idea of dark.  And why am I not closing my eyes?  And why is my door open?  Anyways.. I wanted slumber... something caught my attention, and well... I couldn't sleep.  Maybe it was a ghost.  Maybe not.  And when I say a ghost, I mean about 30 or so ghosts.  One by one they enter my room, all different looking... very pirate like as I recall.  As they were in a line... one by one hit the edge of my bed and dissappeared.  When i saw it had stopped I ran to my mom and dad's room!  They ended up sending me back... can't remember how I slept that evening.  Active imagination... and I would be ok with saying sure.. I thought it up so hard that it happened... sure.

But this next event?  Not so sure.

I always liked the idea of being scared... the movies.. as much as I hated the dark it called for me.  WELL, power out... late and dark... Brother and mom upstairs... I found me a flashlight and decided to go on an "investigation".. I guess this would be my first then.  =D  Same age as the story before by-the-way.  Took that red flashlight, straight to the scariest place I could think of.  Basement.  One slow foot in front of the other I head downstairs, scared.. not knowing what I really was looking for.  Ghosts are not real.. right?  Still making my way downstairs.  I reach the bottom, and not moving one step out to the basement area.  Also my mom... she didn't know where I was, I tended to go on adventures a lot.  Back to the story.  I shined my flashlight on the other side of the basement, why not.. i had a flashlight.  And saw.. I SAW!!!! IT WAS!!!!!!!!  My shadow.  I kind'a laughed it off... started dancing.  About this time I realilized when facing a flashlight infront of you it does not project your shadow... my shadow was behind me, and I am not dancing.  About that time the shadow noticed me, and ran off to the right.  I went tripping up the stairs as fast as I could dropping my light in process.

I could swallow that story easier than the other.  meh?  Anyways... Imagination?

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Arrive: 12:30am
Cemetery: Drury Rennals
Date: 06.27.01
Start Time: 12:55am
Goal: Recording, camera (photography)

~1:00am Aaron T. took picture of tombstone and Aaron L.
~1:03am Aaron T. took another picture of tombstone and Jamie C.
~1:04am A.T. pics of graveyard (25 pics)
~1:10am A.T. pics black and white film
~1:16am A.L. recording (sounds of wolves)
~1:28am leaving graveyard

I found the paper the other day, lol.  I think I would have done a few things different.  Let me give you a brief history if I may and what I really felt there.

This was the first time I have went out... I was book smart, for two years prior I have been doing research on the paranormal (ghosts/spirits).  I wanted to have enough wisdom in my brian to properly lead a team.  Everyone in that team were at least 20 years old besides me.  As you can see, we didn't stay too long.  Wolves kind'a chased us out.

I graduated earlier that same year, and on that same day of graduation my friend decided she was going to drive real fast around a corner.  She was only 17 years old.  This is what pushed me to take on-site investigations... I had to start sometime, find out about life after.  And why not at the cemetery my friend was buried in.  The dirt still loose when I approached the graveyard that night.

After recruiting the team.. giving them briefs on what their jobs will be... we began the investigation.

I have not been to the grounds since the burial.  Didn't know where the stone was... I saw a flag in the back blowing in the wind when my friend made a comment,"Look, it's waving at us."  That was Jenny's resting place.

This night was rather more chilly then most.  As I came to the marker, I personally got warm.  Almost comfortable warm.  No one else on the team felt it.  I dropped to my knee and said my peace then began the photo shoot.

After we were done and left because of prowling animals.  I journeyed back to the site by myself.  A few times... in the coming years.  I never was able to find Jenny's Cemetery again.

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This true story begins when I got a chance to work on my first house in IL.  I did cemeteries... so many graveyards before my first house call.

A cute little house crafted in the 1930's.

While the owner was at dinner, eating whatever he was eating... randomly said, "I died in 1952." and everyone at the table said.. "What did you say?"

"Nothing.. *puzzled look*"

That was told to me while I was interviewing the owners sister.  And here is another story.

While the owners other sister stayed in the guest room, which I am calling "her" room.  She would hear crying of a girl, feel the bed move.  And awoke one early morning with two cold hands gripping her ankles.  She sat up in her bed and saw a girl bent over reaching under the blanket... to have the spirit startled and back up fade away in the closet.

Or maybe what interested me was a story I heard from a non-believer husband who was doing dishes one day and had three tugs on his pant leg... to run out of the house never returning.

After I was sure that I wanted a tour of the small home, I was directed downstairs... continuing the interview downstairs, the owner's sister informs me most the action happens downstairs.  Right when she mentioned that tid-bit  of information the entire house shakes with a wave of energy and a boom sound.  We checked out where the sound could have came from... nothing. 

Might I add I am 19 years old, teamless, and really 'just' want answers from the paranormal.  This seemed like a good place to solo.  Sure... right?

I gather up my equipment from my parent's house.. drive back to the spirit house at midnight to get ready to set up.  I walk in... go toward the basement.

"You want me to come downstairs with you."

I laughed and told her I am fine.

Yeah right, I took the first step down.. then another.  Until I reached an old table in a creepy darkened basement.  Set up my tape recorder for some night recording.  I left it running all night.  I listened to the tape in the morning and found the best evidence to date.

Looking back now, I have no clue where that tape is, the first house I was in.. I was young.  Then I was still very much learning the art.  This is an art. 

However I got some news...
I now own my own house in IL... and I am "Her" neighbor.

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Hello everyone, I noticed a few polls before I went to bed last eve.  I do wish you could comment on polls. 

This is not a long Blog, just a couple fast explanations to a couple polls.

After browsing the polls a came across two which had caught my eye.  One poll asking people if they believe orbs are "real" energy or not.  Some put down yes.. others no. 

Orb is, in fact, paranormal compressed energy of a spirit.  And this is how you can tell an orb from a light or dust partical.  Orbs have a distinct flightpath which they travel... while dust floats, falls... you can guess where dust will end up.  And lights are usually stationary.  While you can really only tell orbs by the eye (if lucky) or video camera for the flightpath.  It is much harder to locate a true orb on still camera (pictures). That is why; while I investigate I don't normally accept orbs as proof, though they are very much spirit energy.

The next poll I came acrossed is one asking be we believe spirits are ghosts, a majority said yes... they do.  Not me and let me tell you why.

Ghost is someone whom has passed and the residue is trapped in a haunting (playback from the past).  A ghost is doing the activities the way they did them back then.  No interaction.  You say you saw a ghost in flight going upwards in a building.  It is just that.. a "Ghost"  not seeing you in the room and going up the once before staircase which was taken down. 

A Spirit is energy whom went to the "light" than came back for some reason... they are aware that they are dead, and can interact with us.  Most spirits won't touch you or phisically interact with you.  If that happens you have run accrossed a Polzergeist or playful spirit.  Not evil in nature.  They can touch you, other things.. pick up books.  Interact in most aspects.

I hope this clears some things up, made an interesting read... thank you for taking the time to read.

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True story.  The island holds a lot of unsettled history and while I was living on the island... a few surprises jumped at me.  I have ghost hunted before, so I gathered up a small island team and wanted to venture down some of the paths.  While we did get lost... was light now dark, the only way I knew to see was to look up where the trees parted.  Follow the part.

Chippewa chiefs Kitchie Negon, Pouanas, Koupe and Magousseihigan sold Mackinac Island to the British on May 12, 1781 during the American Revolutionary War (1775-1783). The Island continued as a battleground during the War of 1812 (1812-1815), which eventually confirmed American and Canadian independence from the British crown.

So with that brief overview... the war of 1812 brought geat booms of guns and cannons.  Which I heard.

I was continuing my journey with my newly formed team and we came to a more lit area.  The local collection of cemeteries.  So the team and myself entered the gates.  Nothing was troubling anyone... until.

I heard a boom, then another.  2am... there should be no cannons or gunfire.  I did hear these sounds only in the graveyard.  Outside of the cemetery it was dead silent.

Thank you for reading.

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I used to work at a historical fort on the great lakes in Michigan.  Fort Mackinac on Mackinac Island, MI.  My job there was to be a historical intrepreter... I taught 1880's Military life on the island at the fort 40 hours a week.

The island is full of events and history.  For years before US settled on the island the french were there, and before that it was run by native indians.  So with that said, the island had a lot of mixed energy.

This true story starts one week when I decide to notice something in the fort cantina(bar).  A mug is in a new location every day I enter... I start asking questions to the cleaners... they informed me they do not move the peices of history.  This got them interested.  Now I had the help and myself noticing the changes of the mug.  A little strange.  Still I couldn't completely pin point the event, so as interesting as it is I left it be.

This one morning I worked the opening shift; made coffee, got in uniform, and had to fire the morning cannon.  WELL!  I was the only one there... morning guy.  Went in the changing room, got ready... went in the other room to brew coffee and get the gun powder ready.  And I heard some noise... Heavy foot steps, boots.

"Hey Trace! Dude, ya there?"
nothing...
"HELLLLLOOOooo...."
Nothing.
"Hey Trace."  I bolted out the door to get some reaction from my comrade, anything.  I saw...

A foot/leg in the motion of walking out of the building I was in, so I chased it down and yelled one more hey.

"HEY TRACE!"  Kind'a laughing.

I turned the corner and nothing... then Trace from the other side of the fort said. 

"What!?"

I concluded that experience with replying," Nothing."

Some other soldiers on the fort have noticed little things that happen.  I have a few more short stories that come from the island.  I hope you enjoyed this one.

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