Eclectic Ramblings of an Old Soul.

This photo was taken the night of the Va. Tech Shooting during a candlelight vigil being held on the drill field. Persons present stated that it was not visible in the sky.  This photo was taken on my Mom's back porch, shortly after the death of my  grandmother. We were still very much grieving and this orb was right outside the window to a bedroom that had her bedroom suit in it. My Mom said she felt her presence in the home, in that room for years. Here is a close up of the orb I believe is my Maw-Maw. See the face?

Sometime in the early part of 2010, I took a drive around Concord N.C. just sigh seeing. I had a friend tell me about a place that used to be a school for boys named Stonewall Jackson Training center. It was said to be haunted. It was a Sunday, cloudy and a light rain was falling on and off. The layout of the buildings made the grounds look like a military base. Several tall, brick buildings that were abandoned. I did take several photos of both the inside and outside that day. If you look closely at the upper left window, do you see what I see? A boys' face looking back at you?

My sister and I went on a ghost hunt journey. On an extremely cold Friday night in Weston West Virginia we voluntarily spent the night in an old, civil war era lunatic asylum. This building was several football fields long, made of stone. There were four floors, only emergency lighting, a lot of dust, peeling paint and authentic signage and hospital items scattered about. The architecture of the building was amazing! Sculpted gargoyles atop the building, sharp peaks and detailed stone work. Amazing building to say the least. A wealthy man had purchased the building for his daughter. It had been state owned, but as it sat vacant for years, the investor came in to purchase the land/building. The daughter told the community that that she was looking to restore it to it's authentic state. Quite a large endeavor and an expensive one also, considering the age and condition of the building. The surrounding community is very poor. So poor in fact, that there is a curfew to discourage cri...

During the fall of 2009, I was invited to go to the Wrenn House in Salisbury N.C. by a friend for a late dinner. The Wrenn House has a recorded paranormal history. ( http://www.sdparanormal.com/articles/article/1961531/150512.htm ) The Wrenn House Grill & Pub, located in[0xa0]one of downtown’s oldest structures, has been investigated several times. The 1829, Flemish Bond brick building was constructed as a Female Academy by the First Presbyterian Church, and was used as a school for almost 100 years. Often school personnel lived in a portion of the building. In the early 1920s, Jimmy Wren and his sister, Mary (Molly) Wren, were invited by the church to use the building as their home.[0xa0]The Wrens were in their 70s and they lived in the building until their deaths in 1933 and 1943. For many years, the Wrens[0xa0]had been indispensable to Salisbury society. In the early 1900s, it was often said, “It takes four people to get married in Salisbury ... The bride, ...

One interesting thing to know about my childhood, is that I grew up next to a small graveyard. I spent  a lot of play time there alone. There were fewer than twenty graves there at the time in the 70's and 80's. Today, there are still less than twenty five. The graveyard sat higher than our home, a top a steep embankment. A row of pine trees separated our property from the first row of graves. Those same pine trees, were planted by my father after each Christmas. Proudly, they stand there today. I played in the graveyard all throughout my childhood. I skipped along the graves, climbed on top of the large ones and sat kicking my feet against the cold marble. I played hide and go seek with my imaginary friends. I rode my bicycle through the graveyard on many occasions. Not once, did I fear the place. It was for me, an escape. My very own private playground.  My friend Adam was a young boy, about age 4 or 5. He had brown hair and wore a hat. He never came inside my house. ...

Sometime around either 1994 or 1995 there was a dear friend named Don, who my partner and I looked after closely as he lived with AIDS and AIDS complications. During that time, the health care facilities were still treating AIDS patients quite horribly. When we visited him in his room in the final days, we had to wear gowns, masks, gloves. He was in a negative pressure room. These are usually reserved or patients with tuberculosis. Don told us the night before he died that he was going home at 11p.m.. He also spoke about a man sitting at the end of his bed. He told us the man was an angel and was going to take him home. He described him as having very beautiful skin, very muscular and very handsome. Don never shied away from pointing out when he found a man handsome.  Don himself was very handsome. Until the end of his life he maintained a bronze tan. Often laying out in the sun nude, which never got easier to deal with when we paid him unplanned or planned visits. He h...

GHOST STORIES THE VIRGINIA HOME I get asked a lot to tell about my paranormal experiences. I used to be very drawn to investigating, trying to make connections, getting evidence of the undead. I'm not sure why most people get into this hobby. For me it began as thrill seeking. I felt drawn to old, scary houses. I would walk around them and in them when I had the chance. It was as if I was wanting something to happen. Part of me was "daring" something to happen. I felt in control. In 1998, I had graduated from an Associate degree program. I wasn't able to find immediate employment and was living with my Mother and Stepfather. A coworker of my sister's, was renovating an old home with her partner. My sister stated that I may be able to help, since I wasn't working. The women bought the home, they each had a child living in the home. The home is in Radford Va., the town in which I was born. It was built in early 1900's by my guess. A two story, we...