BE A GHOST HUNTER

Ok, the last time we went to Nikko, I took my camera of course. It’s an old clunky thing that really needs replaced. So when we were walking through the shrines and mausoleum areas and the battery light indicated that the batteries were drained and at a maximum low I just thought it was because the stupid camera was losing it.

Except, yesterday, it did it again, right at the same spot in the shrine where I started noticing it before. Weird. And I hadn’t used that camera much at all in the past week since I charged it last.

You know, they say that supernatural, uh, beings? draw on things like batteries to gain energy for their manifestations…

ME AND MY NEICE WANT TO InVESTIGATE A STORY ABOUT A GHOST IN OUR SCHOOL BANAGHER L.S.U any ideas?????????????????????????????????????????????????/

ME AND MY NEICE WANT TO InVESTIGATE A STORY ABOUT A GHOST IN OUR SCHOOL BANAGHER L.S.U any ideas?????????????????????????????????????????????????/

I did this a few weeks ago in St Augustine, Florida.
The picture was taken at a cemetery using my own digital camera. Some people captured these orbs (ghosts) and some didn’t.
It was a lot of fun either way.

My friend Matt had a ghost hunting trip and I wanted to go, but unfortunately I had to miss it, due to a house party I was throwing. I am researching doing a hunt on my own though, like I used to do when I was a kid. There are better places to hunt in virginia, but I’m sure I can find something here that will give me a spooky thrill.

I went out to a place called Bragg Road a few days ago. It’s known for its ghost light….we saw some strange lights, but they were most likely just far off headlights.

The paranormal really intrests me…...books,movies,pics….and some experiences I have had…..as a job to hunt them…I ‘dunno, if i would run out screaming…...lol’ ?

Supernatural things really scare me – I really want to get over this as I feel stupid being scared of the dark etc….

Be careful with whom you play.

Friday, we stopped in a place called Gnadenhutten.
This is the site of the 1782 massacre of 90 Christian American Indians as they sang and prayed. The freaky thing was that the rebuilt log buildings are in the middle of the little town’s cemetery, surrounded by headstones from last week as well as ones from the 1700’s. The museum on-site was closed, of course, but we walked around, read the signs…and looked in the windows of the reconstructed cabins. One cabin was built on the original site of the house in which the Indians prayed all night…they’re not the original cabins…but when I bent down and looked in the window, I was freaked out. It was just pitch black in there and I had to move away from the window pretty quickly… Todd was way ahead on the path.
I learned about this site from a series of books called Haunted Ohio. The author said she could hear the Indians’ voices singing…
I’m kind of glad I didn’t listen that hard…