Swagerman
07-27-2007, 12:12 AM
Was watching one of those Haunting series on the Scifi channel, this is a documented series that does paranormal investigations.
Don't laugh, this is as good as Area 51 and Art Bell.
These three jokers were intent on investigating the Wahshoo Hotel which I believe is in Goldfield, or Virginia City Nevada. They had all this scientific camera gear which was even capable of infrared focus in the dark.
Got permission from the owner of the Wahshoo Hotel, (probably misspelled Wahshoo) to have him lock them in for the night so they could scare up some ghost. They got more than they bargained for and they were the ones who got scared up. One guy bugged out completely as they not only seen the ghost, but filmed and heard them talking.
Now these ghost were from the early period of those old gold towns, so they kind of figured the Wahshoo belonged to them for their past transgressions when they were alive. Bare with me, I getting to a point...I hope.
My question to you fellow forum members is...have you ever met a real dead spook that was walking and talking, moving objects like a brick flying through air and fallen back to the floor. They had that on film as well...guess that's what really spooked them as they realized they could be the target of a heavy object if they pi$$ed the spooks off to much.
These clowns also got permission to spend the night in the Viginia City cemetery from the local sheriff, which is usually locked up at night. People have seen too many glowing orbs floating around in that place and its scared them silly.
These jaspers were filming and setting on the roof of a big grave monument, filming some orbs and jabbering excitetedly, then something cold strongly pushed them off their perch. Well, that did it. They lit out for the front gate and a hastey exit.
Now my point is, back around 1958 I once went prospecting with a Navy buddy when we were in our 20s, we drove from Alameda NAS to Bodie California, then decided to explore the nearby Nevada area for more towns. We ran into an old married couple stuck in a fast flowing stream in a Volkswagen bus, they were rock hounds. We had some heavy rope and hooked them up and pulled them back out.
They were a little leary of us at first but after hearing our background they figured we were rock hounds too. They inviteted us to follow them to Aroara Nevada and old ghost town that had seen better times. They advised us to spend the night in the cemetery as it was about the flatest place to lay out a bed roll. And believe it or not that's just what we did, put our sleeping bags between some dirt grave mounds. All went OK, no spooks bothered us, but I'm not sure about my friend Tom's snorring might have awaken some of the locals.
But one night of that was enough, so the next day we moved into what was left of the town and the city hall with no doors or windows.
Hey, this is alright, just like the Holliday Inn, two rusty iron spring single beds just waiting to take our sleeping bags. It was getting real dark and had to light the coleman lantern and fire up the coleman stove to cook some supper. I'm cooking and Tom is streched out on his bed, our attention drawn to the open door.........Wahhoo! There stands the biggest rat on the face of this planet, he must have been as big as a German Shepard. The evil eye and sharp teeth were giving us the once over, Glaring: 'What are you two clowns doing in my house.'
Well right then and there we both decided we'd be sleeping in my 52 four door ford.
We both had revolvers, but the rat did an about face and left us two thinking a 357 may not be enough gun to put him down.
Well, that's my spook story, sleeping between the graves was a lot safer than the city hall.
What's you're spook story???
Jim
Don't laugh, this is as good as Area 51 and Art Bell.
These three jokers were intent on investigating the Wahshoo Hotel which I believe is in Goldfield, or Virginia City Nevada. They had all this scientific camera gear which was even capable of infrared focus in the dark.
Got permission from the owner of the Wahshoo Hotel, (probably misspelled Wahshoo) to have him lock them in for the night so they could scare up some ghost. They got more than they bargained for and they were the ones who got scared up. One guy bugged out completely as they not only seen the ghost, but filmed and heard them talking.
Now these ghost were from the early period of those old gold towns, so they kind of figured the Wahshoo belonged to them for their past transgressions when they were alive. Bare with me, I getting to a point...I hope.
My question to you fellow forum members is...have you ever met a real dead spook that was walking and talking, moving objects like a brick flying through air and fallen back to the floor. They had that on film as well...guess that's what really spooked them as they realized they could be the target of a heavy object if they pi$$ed the spooks off to much.
These clowns also got permission to spend the night in the Viginia City cemetery from the local sheriff, which is usually locked up at night. People have seen too many glowing orbs floating around in that place and its scared them silly.
These jaspers were filming and setting on the roof of a big grave monument, filming some orbs and jabbering excitetedly, then something cold strongly pushed them off their perch. Well, that did it. They lit out for the front gate and a hastey exit.
Now my point is, back around 1958 I once went prospecting with a Navy buddy when we were in our 20s, we drove from Alameda NAS to Bodie California, then decided to explore the nearby Nevada area for more towns. We ran into an old married couple stuck in a fast flowing stream in a Volkswagen bus, they were rock hounds. We had some heavy rope and hooked them up and pulled them back out.
They were a little leary of us at first but after hearing our background they figured we were rock hounds too. They inviteted us to follow them to Aroara Nevada and old ghost town that had seen better times. They advised us to spend the night in the cemetery as it was about the flatest place to lay out a bed roll. And believe it or not that's just what we did, put our sleeping bags between some dirt grave mounds. All went OK, no spooks bothered us, but I'm not sure about my friend Tom's snorring might have awaken some of the locals.
But one night of that was enough, so the next day we moved into what was left of the town and the city hall with no doors or windows.
Hey, this is alright, just like the Holliday Inn, two rusty iron spring single beds just waiting to take our sleeping bags. It was getting real dark and had to light the coleman lantern and fire up the coleman stove to cook some supper. I'm cooking and Tom is streched out on his bed, our attention drawn to the open door.........Wahhoo! There stands the biggest rat on the face of this planet, he must have been as big as a German Shepard. The evil eye and sharp teeth were giving us the once over, Glaring: 'What are you two clowns doing in my house.'
Well right then and there we both decided we'd be sleeping in my 52 four door ford.
We both had revolvers, but the rat did an about face and left us two thinking a 357 may not be enough gun to put him down.
Well, that's my spook story, sleeping between the graves was a lot safer than the city hall.
What's you're spook story???
Jim