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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 4:05 pm
Here I will share with you some of my most chilling 'cases' and my thoughts on them. Keep in mind I am extremely reckless and putting yourself in these kind of situations may not be such a good idea.
My team goes as follows...
Me (Sammie Sila)-- Medeum/ photographer.
Jared Wheeler-- The "balls" of the group.
Zakk Hiland-- Locationist (finds investigation spots)
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Other part-time helpers...
Deanna Mitchi, Brittany Scereni, AJ Scereni, Dakota Peko, Candice Collins, Whitney Shcieb, Zach Dorwert.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 4:25 pm
The Summoning #5
Last August I had some friends over at my house, just for a night of fun. We began talking about how it would be to summon a spirit and a couple of my friends, who had never experienced anything paranormal where curoious. We told stories and swapped experiences for a few hours, but that just wasn't enough. We didn't have an Ouija board so we decided to make one.
We gathered up a peice of ply wood, some plexiglass, some paint, and tools. We painted the letters of the alphabet, numbers, yes-no-not sure, and then drilled holes in the plexiglass and screwed it onto the wood. We used a worry stone ad the pointer.
After the creation of our make-shift Ouija board we had extreme doubts that any spirits would show. But, regardless we situated ourselves in my front yard and by candle light conducted our saonce. It was to be expected that nothing happened. We tryed for about 2 hours with no results.
We stood up, had a stretch, and were about to go inside when I heard my friend Dakota gasp. I quickly turned my attention to her point of veiw. To my shock the worry stone was moving, slowly and shakily, across the plexiglass surface.
We reclaimed our seats around the board and watched for sometime as the little stone spelled out indesiferable phrases. Finally, curiousity took over and Jared blurted out "Who are you?" At that moment the stone stopped. For a while it sat still before proceeding to spell out 'C-H-U-R-C-H'. Of course we had no clue what it was speaking of. We were to frightened and shocked to delve to much into it.
I guess the real scare came when my friend Candice reached out and touched the stone. Her hand shook as if being electricuted. Then her whole body began to convulse. I rushed to her side just as she stopped, sat up, looked me in the eyes and said "Red church." Her eyes turned pitch black, as if being filled with ink, for a moment. Then she fell backwards with a groan. She soon awoke with no memory.
The next day me and Jared burnt the Ouija board. It obviously had atracted some things that were undesired. This is the first time I've spoken of it since.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 4:55 pm
Demon in the Attic #4
This experience is not only memorable to me, but to my whole family. I wouldn't have been taken seriously if it wasn't for the strange photo I had to acompany it.
It had been a while since I had seen my cousins or uncle. I was excited to see their next house in their never ending line of moves. This one was old, maybe victoian. It had two floors plus an attic. To cut the explanation short, it was beautiful.
Me and my cousin Josh have always been close, yet hes' never shown much interest in the paranormal. During my tour of the house we aproched the last room, the attic. Josh was reluctant to show me this room. His reason was "It creeped him out". I giggled at this. "You don't know the meaning of creeped out!" I shot back.
With a groan he showed me up to the attic. As we were ascending the stairs I began to get the chills. Which was common due to my hypersensitivity. The attic itself didn't look too spectacular. A bunch of dusty boxes, broken chairs, and a coffee table acompanied by a single, large window. As I directed my gaze towards the window I got extreme chills. At that moment I took out my camera and snapped a picture. Josh was started to tremble and wanted to go downstairs.
Later that night we plugged my camera into the computer and were shocked at what we found. This picture-- If you can't see the 'demon' there's something wrong with you. (look at the window.) There's also a large blah of something. No clue what that could be...
I don't know what your opinions or sights are on this photo. But it creeps me out... So that's why it's number four.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 5:19 pm
Boyce Memorial Graveyard #3
Boyce Memorial Grave Yard surrounded my old neighborhood and was a contstant source of fasination for me. Here are a few of my best experiences with this sorrowful place.
The Dog-
Once me and my friends Tyler and Desirae were roaming the graveyard out of boredom. It was about 6 pm and the street lights were just coming on. We were at the Southeast most corner, watching the sunset, when something caught my eye.
It was a dog, doberman, just roaming aimlessly through the feild. Being an animal lover I attempted to reach out to him. I held out my hand and wistled calling, "Here puppy, c'mon!" The dog turned his gaze to my and wagged his tail vigorously. As he ran towards me I caught the glimmer of red. The I was filled with dread.
The whole left side of the dog was torn to peices. Muscle and bone shown though brite red peices of flesh. The dog stood about six feet from us. Tyler noticed the dog had a collar on when he went to grab it the dog took off and dissappeared into the tall grass. We searched for hours to find no dog, but a grave for a dog.
On some private property about half a mile from the grave yard was a small stone with paw prints painted on it. The name scribbled on it was "Danny, the best dog ever, we'll miss you" and the date was 1964. I couldn't help but smile.
When I got home, regardless of my true thoughts, I called animal control. It is to be expected, they found no dog.
Prom Girl-
One night me and Jared went on walk along one of the graveyard trails. We stopped to rest on the steps of the crematorium at the Northern point of the graveyard. It was about 9 pm and are only light was the dim graveyard lamps.
We struck up conversation for a while and then decided to leave. As we stood something kept us in our tracks. It was a girl. She looked about 16 and wore a long flowing white dress. She ocasionally raised a hand to wipe her eyes and walked very slowly.
As the rest of her figure moved out from behind a grave we saw that after her knees there was nothing. It was then we realized, we were seeing a ghost. After some time the girl dissappeared... It was then we went back home.
It has been suggested to me many times that this girl died on her prom night. There for I have dubbed her, the Prom Girl.
Mr. Khimes-
Everynight in Boyce Memorial Graveyard near the grave of Emma Khimes apear the faint figure of a man. He stands for sometime in front of the grave, shifting his weight and shaking his head.
We like to assume this is the late Mr. Khime's mourning the wife he can't seem to find.
This place has become a firm part of my past. It was here I saw my first REAL ghost. So thats why Boyce Memorial Graveyard is number 3.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 5:38 pm
Datties Trailor Park #2
Bordering the edge of my town is a little run down trailor park called Dattie's Trailor Homes. I have no knowledge of who Dattie is or was, but she doesn't own it anymore. The trailor in particular I would like to speak of is home to my friend Brittany and her family.
The only knowledge I have of this place is that a kid who used to live there "accidentally" drowned. Other than that, this expedition was meant to be a routine sleepover. That's all.
Later that night after settling down and watching a movie we all layed on Brittany's pull out couch and began to have a discussion about the trailor's origins. That's when I learned of the boy who drowned. Then we heard a sound. Something like claws tapping on her kitchen floor. Both her dogs were sleeping at the end of the couch bed but the raised their heads at this noise.
When we went to investigate, nothing was found. Later as I began to drift off to sleep, I heard someone (a male voice) scream "Get out!!" I sat up and as I did the whole trailor shook violently, knocking pictures from the wall. I was in shock, utterly speachless.
Brittany's brother AJ flicked on a lamp, a terrified look on his face. It was then my friend Deanna began to writhe in her sleep. She was grabbing at her neck and choking, all the while screaming "No! Let go, please let go!" I began to shake her to try to wake her up, but to no avial. Then I saw something my eyes refused to believe.
Deana began to raise off the bed, something invisable to us holding her neck. I found myself in a state of panic, I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. I shook her pleading to her to speak to me. She caughed a few times then opened her eyes. Then she screamed her eyes on the ceiling. I gazed up to see a dark smokey mist crawling across the ceiling.
We ran to the kitchen and hid under the table. We huddle up and fell asleep there. I woke up to something pulling my pants leg. when I opened my eyes I saw nothing. "Hello?" I whispered. No answer. The tugging stopped momentarily, and I drifted back off. I awoke again to the same sensation. I shook my leg to stave off whatever it was. At that moment whatever it was clutched my leg and drug me across the length of the kitchen floor. I saw the mist again, then I fainted. I woke the next morning to Deanna shaking me. It was 7 am. We decided to spend the rest of the day at my house.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 5:41 pm
Unfortunatly I have no time to post my #1 right yet. It'll just take to long to type and I must leave. But I'll have it for you in due time.
But, anyways, I hope you enjoy these frightening and true tales of mine.
There are more to come, don't worry.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:53 pm
You do know that Ouija boards are really stupid to use, right? Never, I repeat, NEVER, use or make them. I'm sure you learned that, though. All Ouija boards, whether they're home made or not, attract unwanted spirits. As I've said many times before, they're dangerous to use and you're putting yourself at risk.
Anyway, I'm done with my mini rant.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 1:35 am
Yes. I do know the aspects of using a Ouija board. It opens a door that anything can pass through. I normally have enough confidence to assert myself against such spirits. My less-experienced friends may not, ont the other hand. It was a mistake on my part to let them get involved in that.
To set your rant to rest, though, I do not use them anymore. I've learned that lesson more than once and have decided that enough is enough. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 3:14 am
Finally...
The Phantom Panther #1
Now for what I would considder to be one of the most vivid, frightening events of my life. Out of all things that have happened to me in the years I've been doing this this sticks out the most in my mind.
There are many theories about the past of the place where I live, Ottawa IL. I've been told that it was a trade town, a rest stop, and many other practical things. But some of my towns oldest residents have told me that Ottawa, at one point in time, was home to many Satanist clans. I was told that they would meet together in huge groups, often in secluded places, and hold rituals where animals were often sacrificed. Their religous acts got out of hand when they began killing people and most of them were put to death after burning down several houses.
From these stories I came up with my theory to explain what happened to us in the woods around my town. My group consisted of Jared, Brittany, Deanna and myself, and we were scouting the forest that happened to be a few miles away from Dattie's Trailor Park.
After a while we found an abandoned playground. It looked as if no one had been there for years. We spent some time wandering around this place, taking note that there was an eerie feel to the air here. I heard Deanna call for me and I followed her voice to find her staring at a tree. There was an anti-christ cut through the trunk of the tree, to the other side. It was very old and worn looking and highlighted with what I hoped was red paint.
At this point Brittany got nervous and wanted to turn back, but Jared being the curious type insisted we carry on. His vote won out and we followed in the direction the tree seemed to point. Soon enough we found another tree we a similar anomlly. Then another. In total we probably found about 12 trees.
A half a mile or so ahead we found a red painted barn. We pushed the door to find nothing. There were anti-christs carved in the wall, and painted all over the place but other than that... nothing. Satisfied we left the barn to head home but, when we exited we found it pitch dark outside. Like nighttime, but when we went there it wasn't even sundown. We couldn't have been there for more than a half an hour.
We stood there for a while, confused, scared, and shocked. I felt panic arise in my chest. I looked over to see a frightened look on Jared's face. This made the panic worse, because the way I see it, he's my knight in shinig armor and if he's scared, I'm screwed. Deanna and Brittany took turns trying to explain the sudden dark. "It's going to storm", "We didn't notice it when we went in", or "We were in the barn longer than we thought" were all options but nothing seemed to work.
We sat there in our perplexed state debating on what to do until we heard a sound. I looked over a the closest group of trees to see some sort of animal, long and sleek looking move. I walked a bit closer and when I saw what it was I felt faint. It was a panther and as the hulk of an animal lept from the tree it fixed it's eyes on me. My legs were frozen and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't run. It crept towards me and I did the only thing I could do. I closed my eyes and screamed.
Soon I felt someone grab my arm and then we were running. Well, they were running I was being dragged. I felt paralyzed, frozen, like I was useless. Finally we were back at the playground. We sat under a tree and I just stared at everyones face. Waiting for someone to tell me they saw what I saw. Then Jared asked, "What was that thing?" I couldn't say anything to quite do it justice. It was pitch black outside except for the one light that worked at the playground. We had to walk home though. Through the woods.
I'm not going to lie, I was terrifyed. I had to keep some kind of composure though. I didn't want anyone to panic, then we would never get out. We headed to the Eastern most side of the playground and found a road. It was made of cracked concrete and didn't look big enough for a car. It headed it the general direction we needed to go so we followed it. All the while I had the sickening feeling we were being followed.
Quite a ways down the road we found a bridge that went over a small stream. We decided to stop here for a while. Whilst discussingour options we heard a noise that sounded like a rock tumbling. We looked down towards the creek to see the large cat again. It was standing in the water, staring up at us with hungry eyes. Before I could think a rock flew past my head and landed in the creek. Jared threw it and it should have hit it but instead it landed on the rocks underneith the cat. Then before our eyes the cat vanished.
After this we hurried in the direction we were going. It seemed like we were getting no where. Then, finally after about 2 hourse of straight walking we ended up in the play ground again. I don't know what happened here. The road we were on didn't loop at all, it was straight. I lost my cool and began to cry. No one blamed me for this, thankfully. Jared hugged me and promised we'd get out. I had my doubts, but it was comforting. Deanna suggested we go through the trees in the direction we came from. We all agreed and started off again.
When we headed off soon we found a clearing that wan't there before. We stood in the center of it and looked at the trees surrounding us. Then we heard the loud booming sound of a large wild cat roaring. I took off running with my friends close behind. To my shock we ended up near the old airport runway. The highway was close by. I called my dad imediatly and had him come pick us up.
So many aspects of this experience do not make sense. We had spent atleast 7 or 8 hours in the woods yet we had only been gone for 2 by dad's clock. When we got out the sun was JUST starting to go down, but it was pitch black in the woods. Even stranger yet was the fact that we ended up about 6 miles from where we had originally started walking. Yet we headed back in the same direction we had came.
There are always those moments in life where you get in over your head and this was most certainly one of those moments. I'm still not sure what to make of the panther spirit. I have been told it could be an animal that was sacrificed long ago. I don't know why it's spirit restlessly lingers in the forest in which it dyed. I don't think I want to go back to find out.
This is my #1 because of the feelings this place made me feel. I felt as if I could die. I was terrifyed and litterally sick after wards. It had a great effect on me because now I enter haunted places more prepared and cautious. I learned to never underestimate spirits because you have no actual clue what they are capable of.
You don't have to believe any of my storys if you don't want to. It's not a matter of believing it's a matter of learning. Never underestimate the spirits. I have been to hell in back in these kind of matters. If anyone ever needs any sort of advice, I'm always here. I'm not an absolute expert but I have alot of experience. I'm always willing to help.
Hopefully more stories to come.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 9:57 am
You mentioned not knowing why the panther spirit still stayed in those woods. If it was one of the animals sacrificed, it would make sense for it to still be there. No doubt it's an anger spirit, though.
Anyway, I'm shocked you were able to stay calm for as long as you did. I would have flipped the moment I saw those symbols on the tree.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 12:36 pm
There's stuff like that all around my town. It's hard to tell sometimes whether it's real of just vandalism. stare
But yeah, nobody's seen the panther since so, I don't know maybe it carried on. I understand that it would be mad at those who killed it but those people were, for the most part, executed. I think there's something else holding it back, but I'd rather not delve into that any time soon. ^^
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 1:26 pm
It could have been the forest's guardian. That was actually my first thought.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 5:55 pm
Wooow. Hey, you live in the same place as my formerly long-lost cousins, who are now not long-lost for the most part.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 8:32 pm
KingJack! Wooow. Hey, you live in the same place as my formerly long-lost cousins, who are now not long-lost for the most part. Ummm...... I see??
@Chrys- That's also an interesting thought. I'm sure if it wanted to hurt us though....
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 1:10 pm
Woooow, the "demon," which is not fully-demon, looksa bit like Frank the Bunny from Donnie Darko.
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