The longer I mess around in the paranormal world, the more certain I become we will never understand it, let alone predict it. Friday night, August 17, was another unpredictable night, and not a satisfying sample of paranormal activity.
I'd venture to
say I've been to Dry Creek Cemetery at least three dozen times, if not more.
I've gone during the day and at night. I've been out there in all the moon
phases. Never once have I experienced the same type of activity, so what made
me think I could predict we'd have a fabulous "hunt?" Well, we'd been
having great ones out there lately, except for that one ….
Friday night the
activity was nada. Nothing. Rather boring.
We did see lots
of flitting shapes and misty figures. A couple darker figures actually appeared
here and there. That was cool in a way, since my Psychic Development Class folks
were along and could practice their growing gifts. However, one of these days
I'll learn not to get excited about an upcoming visit to a paranormal place or
predict what will happen.
got me excited was a looming Aunt Belle visit. I'd known for a couple weeks
when she would arrive, and those are always wonderful ghost hunts. Had been,
anyway. Also, knowing ahead of time when she planned one of her monthly trips
gave not only me, but other group members a chance to decide how to show off to
our senior sensitive. All of us were eager to take her to Dry Creek, where we
had been so successfully communicating with the ghosts and spirits. Let her see
how we could ask them yes or no questions and they would turn on one of the
flashlights on the ground in response. Or not turn it on, for a no. We had this
on DVD already, from two other trips there. My "Ghostly April Fool's Parts
One and Two" blogs document one of those. A clip from that "hunt"
is on YouTube at: http://tiny.cc/ba9ls. Aunt
Belle watched the DVD's, and she, too, couldn't wait for dark to visit our
favorite local haunt.
enthusiastically discussed what we just knew
would happen. We always got great
communication at Dry Creek. We always talked
with a few of the same spirits, whom we were starting to consider friends. We
thought they considered us friends in return. We couldn't wait to get a new
DVD, this time with Belle chatting with our friendly ghosts. We enthused about
how great it would be to have Aunt Belle's, Angela's and my abilities all
combined this night. How it would be a great investigation.
before a fall, and all that.
forecast forewarned of thunderstorms, full of winds, lightning and possible
hail. It didn't appear, though, that these storms would reach us in time to
ruin our ghost hunt. We should have remembered what happened a few weeks prior,
when we ended up staying over at Dry Creek after dark in the face of looming
storms. That night, the ghosts and spirits absolutely refused to "talk"
to us via the flashlights. In fact, they hardly even materialized at all that
night, as we watched the lightning and thunder off in the distance, not one of
the three flashlights on the ground flickered. The emf laid there, its one
small light burning, mocking us. The new beach ball didn't move a scant inch.
All we did was wipe sweat and watch the non-activity.
We begged, we pleaded, we said pretty please. We even turned the camera on,
hoping they would be more inclined to appear and chat on film.
We saw lots of
bats. The mist moved out of the woods, but from a different direction this
visit. We heard a few names and phrases from the other dimensional entities. We
watched numerous spirits play hide and seek with each other and totally ignore
us, except once in a while, one of us would hear a giggle or snort of laughter.
A few spirits slipped and mentioned their names, but I'd be willing to bet,
given the overall lack of responsiveness to their visitors, they didn't mean
for us to hear.
We packed up and
left after two hours. The storms didn't hit until early the next morning, just
like they had never reached us that other trip when we didn't experience a bit
of activity at Dry Creek. I haven't watched the video camera film yet. I suppose
I will, even though I imagine it's a dud. There's always hope something will
pop in. Examining evidence is one of those dreary parts of investigation,
unless we make an infrequent catch.
If there's any
conclusion possible about this, it's never to plan a trip to Dry Creek with
storms in the near vicinity.
Or … never try
to foretell how a paranormal investigation will go before we get there. Those
pesky paranormals are totally unpredictable!
I've been hard
at work on Dead Man Hand and Ghost Hunting Diary Volume IV. I'm
chasing a self-imposed deadline of the first week in September, as well as
taking time out to hunt an illusive ghost now and then. In the meantime ….