Ghost Tourist Beware!

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What do you expect when you go on a Ghost Tour?

Call me crazy, but I expect to hear stories of ghosts and paranormal activity.

In the seven stories our host told on the Ghost Tour in Winston-Salem, NC, only two featured ghosts, and one was told from the ghost’s point of view, making it nothing more than a story. Only one spoke of an eyewitness experience with the ghostly form of a deceased man. The rest were of murder mysteries and interesting tidbits of local history completely void of any paranormal elements. Finding an unidentified body after a fire does not imply the location is haunted, nor does an unsolved triple-homicide. But the stories often concluded with such suggestions.

“Could the restless specter of the homeowner be wandering the halls searching for her murderer who was not brought to justice?”

Unless someone reported an experience of that nature, I’m guessing not.

I had no issue with the telling of the tales. Our host was a skilled storyteller. My problem was that most were void of anything paranormal. The bored behaviors of several others in the group said they shared my opinion. A couple guys checked email on their cell phones and one woman actually took a few steps away from the crowd to take a business call – at eight PM. Had this tour been titled The Mysteries of West End instead of Ghost Walk, I would have been completely satisfied. But pedaling ghosts as a marketing ploy is misleading. If there are no real reports of sightings or other paranormal activities from locals, the only haunting will be your disappointment of having paid $15 to be hoodwinked.

Every city seems to have latched onto the paranormal cash cow. If you think about it, every place is likely to have a spirit or two hanging about, minding its own business. Ask around before deciding on a Ghost Tour. If you want the real details, seek a historian. If you want entertainment, enjoy the stories, no matter how silly. But be courteous to your host. They are typically actors doing their best to make a living by performing. Whether you like their performance or not, stay off your devices. Pay attention, you might learn something that makes it all worthwhile.

What did I learn?

The road between a church and the graveyard is typically called casket road.

The Scottish call spirit horses kelpies.

Never sneak out of the house to meet a forbidden lover. You might get shot.

Never go on a tour without asking a local about it first.

31 Days of Spook – Colonial Park Cemetery


Another great heads-up from my friend, Bacon. Best ghost footage I’ve seen.

Originally posted on Piglove:

Hello ghouls and ghosts – Mom/dad vacation yearly in historic Savannah, Georgia, I thought today I would focus on a wonderful cemetery in Savannah. Mom/dad have been here often and walked among the graves and tombstones… and perhaps some living and unliving. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

The cemetery I’m focusing on today is the Colonial Park Cemetery. It was established in 1750 and has been restored. It is located at the corner of Abercorn and Oglethorpe Streets in Savannah, Georgia. What an amazing archway they have to enter into the cemetery. This cemetery is amazing – so mom/dad says – snorts. I wouldn’t know first hoove but mom/dad did give me a lot of information by phone last night.

There are over 10,000 people buried here; however, there are only around 1,000 grave markers. Many people were buried in mass graves, others have had their grave markers knocked over…

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Gone Over Gone Girl

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Dig creepy stories this time of year? If you haven’t read Gone Girl or seen the film yet, do both.

It’s creepy.

Really creepy.

So much so (and I mean that in the best possible way) it should be classified as horror. The twisted, psychotic, unthinkable kind that has you looking at people you know differently.

Jillian Flynn wrote the screenplay for the film as well as the book. Even though there are small differences, in the interest of reducing nearly five hundred pages down to one forty five, they’re subtle and don’t change the outcome.

Forget possessed dolls, people with masks, and screaming and bloodshed. Who needs campy fabricated fear? It is far more frightening to be married to a psychopath who is always one step ahead of everyone.

Watch the trailer here:

31 Days of Spook – Winchester Mystery House


My little friend Bacon posted this interesting data on the Winchester House.

Originally posted on Piglove:


It’s getting closer my friends – the day that we look forward to once a year – Halloween.  Just a couple of more days now.  Until then, here is Day 28 of my 31 Days of Spook.

Today, I’m focusing on the Winchester Mystery House.  Have you heard about this mansion that is located in San Jose, California?  Have you been there?  It’s claimed that some people are there and they have never left.

The Winchester Mystery House is just that – a mystery.  It was the residence of Sarah Winchester.


In 1862, she  married William Winchester – who came from the family that created the famous Winchester guns.  Everything seemed like it was grand and wonderful …for a while.

In 1866, the Winchester’s infant daughter, Annie, passed away from a childhood disease called marasmus.  (Marasmus is a form of severe malnutrition and causes a child to look emaciated.)  Losing…

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Out of the Box

This video is worth a couple minutes.

Click and smile.

Latest Life After Death Study


Consciousness is not in the brain, or the heart.

Intriguing Ghost Footage

NM GhostI think this is pretty compelling.

So when you see photos or film that is very clear, you know it’s not real.

Coping with Change


I’ve been a Bad Blogger of late. Change has been an intruder at my house, and frankly, pissing me off.

Friends under thirty, begin paying more attention to your true passions. Use them as touchstones when change becomes overwhelming.

I used to be the poster child for change, shifting gears to navigate any obstacle in my path. Marriage imploding? Clean up the mess, cut the ties, and move on. Job downsizing? Didn’t love it anyway. On to the next. Apartment burning to the ground? Easiest move ever. Didn’t need that old stuff anyway.

Starting over can be liberating. But with years speeding by faster than ever, I find myself reaching for touchstones to steady myself.

Earlier this year, my ever-faithful, seventeen-year- old car had become a money pit. I was emotionally attached to this car. I’d lived a whole other life in this car and could tell the story behind every scratched and ding. After I lost my other possessions to divorce and disaster, my car was my only keepsake, like a scrapbook. My husband joked that we could put it on blocks in the backyard so I could visit. But I’ve never been one to hang on to the old. But I needed to prepare for the big release. This “talking myself into letting go” of the old car took two years.

Seven months later, I have yet to develop an earnest relationship with the new car. It’s transportation. I’m grateful for its proper function – it carries me where I need to go safely. But I don’t feel as if it’s part of me, like the last one. My old car had become a touchstone.

Don’t allow things to become touchstones.

Decades of washing clothes without computer technology had me mentally preparing myself for the change. My new washer gave me the eye like the truck in the movie Duel.  I needed it. It did not need me. But sadly, it was stuck with me. I approached it like a person whose help I needed, and it behaved. But I still wouldn’t call us friends.

With technology, change is always around the corner. Soon I will be forced to upgrade my computer, my cell phone, and other appliances. And I will need to mentally prepare for each change.

Hey, George Clooney just got married when he swore for years he’d never do it again. Imagine the rethinking he did.

But what was really going on?

If my external environment was a reflection of my internal being, what was the big picture?

I had to face it. I was getting older. The mirror reminded me that my exterior no longer matched my interior. And I hated that. In my mind, I am forever thirty, and have not yet made friends with my older self. But it has become clear that my likes and dislikes have firmly taken root – characteristic of an old person. My tolerance for change is not as pliant as it used to be. Knowing the inevitable does not make it easier to accept. But I refuse to be an old person, longing for things from my past. I’m wiser than that.

People you love will leave your life as well. What will sustain you after they are gone?

Friends under thirty, find your passions and use them as touchstones – interests and desires that you can reach for (or are worth fighting for) when change becomes overwhelming. Not people or trinkets, but something that no one can take away from you, no matter how old you live to be.

I will always have endless passion for literature, cinema, food, art, nature, music, psychology, and the great mystery that is the occult. As long as I have those things to reach for and be curious about, I can deal with any change, even if it comes with a craftier computer.

Real Out of Body Experiences?

Great post by The Epoch Times:

Ghost on Tape!


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Thanks to Grant Wilson from Ghost Hunters for posting this on his FB page.


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