Investigation:
K*** Cemetery & Tadmor "Ghost Town"
(*Location name has been hidden due to this location being a bit of an 'urban exploration' investigation...)
Date: 8.2.13
VOLP Investigators Attending:
Garry, Johnathan, & Guest Investigator - John Powers
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Medium
Review
By: Garry Fox
I was invited by my friend John Powers to
investigate a small rural cemetery in Miami County called K***. Some report
it to have been called T*** Cemetery. Upon entering the cemetery we all
took off in different directions. I was on one side and soon began picking up a
male spirit. I was joined by John Powers and I started to tell him what I was
receiving.
This man said he was a purser. I couldn’t remember what that was so
I Googled it and found it was someone on a ship usually that took care of
accounts. I also heard him say that he and his family were buried together.
With the purser clue in mind I felt we should be looking for a grave with
possibly a naval connection. I then saw him as a union officer with a long blue
topcoat over a uniform. I walked directly to his grave after asking him to take
me there. I looked down and saw Captain J.L. Babb. I said this is him and we
began to look around for other family members as he had said.
In the row behind
him was 3 stones all similar with all Babb last names. I felt these were his
parents and one other family member .I did not document their names but plan on
doing so in a few days. He then told me there were 5 graves. We were seeing
only 4. We then went to a board that was posted on the edge of the cemetery
with all the names of those interred and there were 5 Babb’s listed. Going back
to the grave he said “My son is buried by me”. To the right of his grave was a
small stone. After removing built up grass clipping I discovered it was a
child’s stone. No inscription could be made out to validate if it was his son.
I then thought I heard something about a brother, thinking that I had it wrong
about the son being beside him I said this out loud and was quickly corrected
that he did not have a brother. John B. and John P. went on to another section
and I was not able to focus on anything but Mr. Babb and his son. He was now
standing in front of me with a very small little boy holding his hand. I felt
his had not crossed as his son could not find his way to do so. I felt his son
had died long before him and when he passed he was reunited with him but stayed
to comfort his son who was lost and couldn’t find the way to cross. Even though
it had been almost 100 years since Mr. Babb’s death for him it only seemed like
a short time. I was able to tell him he has family waiting for them and was
able to help them cross. Looking into the light were his family members and
several union soldiers dressed in blue uniforms and carrying guns and some with
sabers at their sides. They were all welcoming him over and he stepped into the
light with his son in his arms and was gone.
I regained my focus feeling his energy had left me and was able to continue on and join my fellow investigators. I was drawn to the edge of the cemetery where John Brown was sensing some energy and quickly was thinking that along the perimeter was a wooded area. I was made to feel that there were graves in this brush area that were forgotten. As we were shining our flashlights into the woods we were met with a loud and quick rushing sound and the brush was moving about. We began to retreat thinking a large animal may be feeling territorial and our presence there at that time was not smart. We walked back to the car and finished for the night.
Prior to getting there I was visited by a
young woman in 1800’s dress in her early 20’s who passed along with her 2 small
children a boy and a girl. They were all stricken with a fast progressing
weakening illness that took all their lives. The father of the children
survived .I was hoping to meet her but she did not present.
Upon researching Mr. Babb the next morning it
was discovered that he had died at the Soldier’s Home in Dayton where I work as
a nurse. Maybe this is why he felt so comfortable with me. He was a Union
officer. He also worked for many years as a manager of the eastern territory
for the firm Warder, Bushnell and Glessner. Maybe this was my accounts manager-purser
connection. He was the only son of eight children as he said he had no brothers
when he corrected me. He was buried beside his small son 45 years after the
child’s death .
We then continued on to the site of an old
ghost town near Tipp City called Tadmor. This town was a booming town in the
1800’s as it was centrally located along National rd., Erie Canal and the
railroad. So it was a hub for travel and commerce. Rerouting National road when
the Taylorsville Dam was built and the demise of the Erie Canal when the
railroads were more efficient eventually caused the down to fail. Frequent
flooding also made it uninhabitable. We proceeded to enter the Erie canal bike
path and walk along towards Tadmor. It was about a mile walking distance from
the road where we parked. Along the way we were soon to see shadows crossing
our path. It was a drizzly moon lit but cloudy night. Johnathan (Brown) saw a figure on
all fours that was larger that a deer but low to the ground cross up ahead of
us. I also noticed a face in the trees for just a brief second or two. I was
then seeing in my mind’s eye a small single engine plane like the ones they use
for crop dusting fly into the trees and crash. John Powers confirmed that his
unlce had witnessed this event in the area some years before. 
We proceeded on
to a foundation that had once been a covered bridge I sat with my back to where
the bridge would have been and was able to see it as it had been. John P had
seen pictures of it and it had a low roof line which I described. I also saw
buckets hanging on the interior and a sign over the entrance all he also
confirmed. I went down to the canal bottom and began to walk along the rocky
bottom to see what was to be found there. I heard someone I thought was John Powers
walking behind me navigating as I was over the many large rocks. I turned to
say something to him when I discovered him to be still up top with John B.
After this realization I no longer heard anyone with me. The drizzle had now
turned to a down pour and we sought some shelter in a concrete culvert along
with a very large community of spiders. We made our way back to the car later
and were finished for night. Overall it was a very productive night. John B.
has hours of audio to review and the hope is to validate some of my medium
findings. 
Johnathan's Review
By: Johnathan Brown
At one point on our way to the village, we were crossing a bridge and I felt as if there was
man standing there looking at us. He felt like he just was standing there watching us go by. His head and eyes just followed us as we walked. Shortly after John P. told us that area is where they have seen a man standing there looking at people.
On the way in I felt like the natives were keeping ground above us. Sort of stalking-like. Like they would in some of the old Indian movies. (Lol.) Definitely felt like they were keeping an eye on us. Which is why I made it a point to thank the spirit of nature and the efforts of the natives and asked the village inhabitants who built the town if they had been respectful towards the natives and the land.I also had that experience where I may have seen a shadow animal, which Garry mentioned.
Lastly, when we got to the woods I saw in my minds eye a woman looking at us from across the ravine. She was sort of looking down on us, wondering what we were doing there - more interested than anything, nothing fearful. She would only come so close. Just really went with what I was seeing from memory right now: she had on a light brown dress & had shoulder length hair.
