Investigation: "Zip Printing" Business in Bethel, Ohio 5.4.13

Investigation:

"Zip Printing" Business in Bethel, Ohio
Built in 1850

Date: 5.4.13

VOLP Investigators Attending:

Garry, Johnathan, Shelly, Ericka, Connie

Guest Investigators:

The Business Owner, Priscilla, & Her Friend, Janice

Victory of Light Paranormal was called and asked to come to Bethel, Ohio to investigate a historic 160+ year old building with numerous claims of activity. After arriving and speaking with the gracious business owner, Priscilla & her friend, Janice, we learned that they had just wrapped up filming for an episode of "My Ghost Story" because of the variety of claims and the evidence they had collected.

*** Click Here to watch a video, "Zip Printing Tour & Possible EMF Communication": ***

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au5f-gvkWYE

Honestly, this blog will be just a little different than my previous investigation blogs in the sense that I will tell our story through using more photos than words for one simple reason: I seemed to pick up a lot earlier in the night (mediumistically speaking), but after only an hour or two I was unable to pick up on much of anything. I felt strongly that whatever had been inhabiting this building had either crossed over recently (but still visited the location from time to time), was residual energy (replaying like a broken record), or simply didn't want to talk. Who knows! Every investigation is different, and every medium is presented with different information that we are then responsible for piecing together with one another, so this was just another puzzle for VOLP to figure out - which is what we are good at!

Garry, another fantastic medium on our team, did feel he had significant spirit communication throughout the night, so I will post his medium review once he has completed it.

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I will say that upon entering the building I was able to pick up on quite a few things that were able to be validated by either the current business owner or research.

Above: Probably the most interesting photo taken throughout the course of the night. The building was very old, dilapidated, and dusty, and we had been staring at dust through our cameras all evening. However, several photos were snapped both before and after this one, and this is the only one with these anomalies present. Could be dust, obviously, but why didn't the dust show up in any of the 9 other photos taken directly before and after this one..?

I was the first to venture upstairs while the rest of the group stayed on the first floor setting up equipment and getting ready for our investigation. It was dark, dirty, dusty, and very old - wallpaper falling from the walls, papers strewn all over the old wooden floors, boarded up windows - the place definitely had the creepy-factor going on, but it would take more than just sheer creepiness to convince this seasoned paranormal investigator of a possible haunting... so I ventured on.

Above: Shelly investigating alone.

As I got to the top of the stairs, I immediately felt a heaviness, as if someone were pushing on my chest). Connie & Ericka later verified that they, too, had experienced the heaviness at the top of the landing.

I felt as if someone was very aware of my presence as I walked the second floor trying to pick up on anything I could. The first room held a mop bucket with stagnant brown water that looked as if it hadn't been touched in ages, a half naked barbie doll facing backwards against a wall, and some old chairs that I was immediately drawn to. I placed my hand on the top of the back of the chair, and immediately I was overcome with feelings of sheer mournfulness. I wanted to verbalize it as 'depression' or 'sadness'.. but instead the word "mournfulness" seemed keep flashing in my mind until I said it out loud. I didn't feel this energy was attached to the building whatsoever; instead this energy was directly attached to these chairs. I had noticed that the business owner had several of these chairs both on the first and second floors, so I made a mental note to ask her where they came from, and moved on.

Later in the night, Garry reported he also felt a sad or depressed energy attached to these same chairs. He asked Priscilla & Janice where they had originated from, and they said they don't really know where they had originally had come from, but they had been used in an old opera house in town that had burned down, which needless to say we found very interesting.

Above: Second floor, first room.

Old chairs both mediums picked up held residual energy of their own.

Notice the anomaly in the chair second from the right.

Possibly dust.

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Click here to watch a very short video, "Debunking High EMF's" in the first room, second floor:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvGaMMxeLZQ&feature=youtu.be

As you walked further back into the second floor space, the heaviness became more and more prevalent. I wasn't necessarily scared or uncomfortable even in the second room, but I could sense that the further back I walked I would become more and more uncomfortable.

John had joined me at this point, and we made our way to the back room. Admittedly, I hesitated at the entryway for a moment - I felt very strongly as if I were not welcome in that room. As always, I try to put my empathic thoughts into words that you can understand and relate to, so think of it this way. Imagine the feeling you get as you walk through a dark alleyway at night alone, or the feeling you get if you walk into your bosses office when he/she is in a horrid mood. You simply don't feel welcome. Don't feel safe, and definitely not at ease. That was the feeling I got while standing in the doorway of that room.

John entered first, and stated that he did feel slightly uncomfortable, but not to the degree that I had felt. I shrugged it off, then proceeded into the dark room (you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The room had no lights and the windows had been covered and boarded up many years ago.).

I felt as if there were a male presence that hid in this room. It was a strong, grumpy sort of energy. I hesitated to use the word 'angry' because I feel that can sometimes carry a stigma for people in which they automatically assume 'angry' means 'evil'... which I assure you simply isn't the case. This was a man who was not exactly the nicest guy in life, and of course carried his personality into his afterlife.

Now, I will say that Garry says he had a rather morbid vision of this man later in the night in which he claims to have seen this man kicking a fetus across the room (in spirit - this was something he said the man choose to show him in that moment, not something that took place in the past that he was picking up on). This obviously indicates more 'evil' than 'grumpy'...but I can only relay my own experiences as being my own personal truths.

As I walked out of that back room, I heard a very distinct, very gruff sounding, "Come 'ere.." in my left ear.

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Above: Second floor hallway.

As we walked back down the hallway of the second floor heading towards the stairs to rejoin the rest of our group on the first floor, I caught a faint glimpse of a woman in spirit. I didn't really 'see' her or 'hear' her, but I felt her. I wouldn't be able to describe her physically, but I can say that from an energetic standpoint she was a very strong, proud, and outgoing woman. That's all I got from her, until Garry later joined us and began communication with this woman. I hadn't yet told him about the woman, I had only mentioned it to a couple of other group members, so when he started describing this woman he was picking up on, of course we exchanged excited glances at one another.

He went on to say that she was a very proud, strong woman (the two exact words I had used to describe her earlier in the night), who was very proud that she was "the first" at something. We felt it could have been something along the lines of first to drive, first to own a business (which is what I felt), etc.

Click Here to watch a video, "Zip Printing Tour & Possible EMF Communication" where you can hear Garry speaking with the female spirit briefly in the beginning of the video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au5f-gvkWYE

*~*

As we ventured down to the first floor I got the sudden impression of two girls, or young ladies. I felt maybe preteens to teenagers, and these two girls were close. I'd even say siblings, but I had a feeling that it was just a friendship bond that was as if they were siblings. I felt that one of these girls had recently crossed over, and the other had not. The one who had crossed over did come back to check on the other from time to time, and try to urge her to cross over, but she simply wasn't ready yet (but I will say that I felt like she would be ready to cross very soon).

Upon speaking with the business owner, who also possesses some mediumistic ablities, she stated that she had also felt these two girls, and that one had had a baby at some point. She stated that at one point she had (in her minds eye) actually gone through the process of childbirth as this young girl had, and it was a very tragic, horrific experience. She was standing and actually felt the gush, and the pressure as the baby fell to the floor. (Garry later expressed he feels this baby could be the fetus that the man had 'kicked' across the floor in front of him.) She also felt that one of these girls had in fact  crossed over, and the other had not, so she was able to validate that for me.

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Later on in the investigation, a few of us were sitting in the front room of the first floor. We were conducting what we call "quiet time," with our digital recorders running. In my head, I asked the spirits to show me what this place looked like when it was in its prime, while they were here; I asked them to show me how they see it. In that moment, I was shown a glimpse of the inside of an old-fashioned barber shop. I saw a few stools on either side of the room, with men getting their faces shaved and hair trimmed by a husky looking male with a dark curly q mustache and slicked dark hair, wearing a white apron. I even saw the little cylindrical red, white, and blue, spinning barber shop doohickey. I was a little confused by this vision, because we had been here for several hours at this point and the business owner hadn't mentioned anything about it being used in the past as a barber shop. However, when I told my fellow investigators Connie & Garry about my vision, Connie relayed that there was, in fact, a barber shop across the street and to the left a bit - that could be seen in one of the old photos. It no longer existed, as a theater now occupies that space, but when I was shown the picture it helped validate it just a little bit. I'm now curious if the spirits inhabiting this building had a connection to the other building, because honestly I'm not real sure why I would have been shown this barber shop unless there were some significance to it.

Above: The Zip Printing building years ago; on the far left.

If you look closely (you can click on the picture to see it larger), you can see a barber shop fixture just past the "Shell" sign on the right side of the photo.

Above: A photo showing the building we were investigating versus the location of the barber shop as it had existed circa 1948 according to the writing on the photo.

Above: A larger view of the barber shop pole outside.

Very interesting! And let me just say, GREAT EYES, CONNIE! I don't think I could have ever noticed that. Really great work. Definitely validating for myself, but it leaves me with more questions as to why I was shown this barber shop. There has to be some connection...

*~*

Here are a few more old photos of the building... Enjoy!

Above: The building is located behind the car;

was apparently used as a hardware store at one time.

Above: The building is on the far left with the man standing in front.

Interestingly enough, Priscilla says this man in the photo

strongly resembles the man she's encountered at her store several times.

*~*

And a few more photos and videos of our investigation...

 Above: The stairs leading to the second floor.

Above: Second floor, second room.

***Click here to watch a short video, "Debunking High EMF's" in the first room, second floor: ***

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvGaMMxeLZQ&feature=youtu.be

Above: Another interesting anomaly in the top right corner. Again, several photos were taken both before and after this one and there were no dust particles in any of them.
We were stationary, so we weren't kicking up unsettled dust at this point.

Above: Second floor, second room.

A car parts store had rented this building prior to Priscilla and her husband.

Employees reportedly left in such a hurry they refused to get any of the merchandise and customer receipts they had stored on the second floor. Priscilla made numerous attempts to contact them to have them come pick up their things, but they refused to go back to the building, and especially the second floor.

Above: Shelly (myself) in the second floor, second room.

Above: The business owner sets out dolls for the

reported child spirit that resides in the building.

Above: Ericka during our initial walk-through of the first floor.

 
Above: Connie and Ericka investigating the second floor, middle room.

Above: A mess of paperwork, invoices, and merchandise left behind by

Napa Auto Parts who rented this building prior to the current tenants.

No one would come to the second floor to retrieve their belongings,

so the second floor is literally cluttered nearly wall-to-wall

with things they've left behind.

Above: Garry reviewing audio evidence.

Above: "Chris wuz here 11/19/87" 

*~*

VOLP would like to personally thank Priscilla for allowing us to come into her building that night for our investigation. We would also like to thank both Priscilla & Janice for their gracious company, and wonderful conversations throughout the course of the night. We left that location feeling we had not only had a great investigation, but had also made two new wonderfully like-minded friends!

Great job, team! Looking forward to the next!

- Shelly, VOLP



----- UPDATE: 5.15.13 ----

CLICK HERE TO READ OUR HISTORICAL RESEARCH WRITE-UP BY VOLP HISTORIAN, TARYN.

VERY, VERY INTERESTING STORIES! AMAZING VALIDATIONS!

Investigation: Residence in Beavercreek, Ohio 4.28.13

 

 

Investigation:

Residence in Beavercreek, Ohio

 

Date: 4.28.13

 

VOLP Investigators Attending:

Victor, Shelly, Johnathan, Ericka

 

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Victory of Light Paranormal had recently been contacted by a woman who was experiencing more than her fair share of paranormal phenomena, who was in need of our assistance in dealing with the spirits in her home.

 

A couple of weeks ago, we had attempted to get to her home for a walk-through, but because of bad weather, we couldn't make the drive up at the sake of our own safety. Garry, one of VOLP's valued members, lived close to her, so her went on his own and did a Medium walk-through of her home for her. Interestingly enough, the homeowner is also very Sensitive, and has clairvoyant (able to see spirit) & clairaudient (able to hear spirit) abilities of her own.

 

Here is the post Garry made on facebook following his walk-through of her home:

 

"Victory of Light Paranormal had a walk through of a new home that one of my clients had purchased. She is a sensitive and was feeling some uneasiness so she asked us to check it out. Myself and 2 others were on our way. A bad storm coming from the south and a traffic jam caused the other two team members to decide to go back home as it just wasn't safe to drive any further into the storm. So I being north trudged on. 

   When I get there the home owner had some friends there who wanted readings. Well as it turns out the home did have a former owner there in spirit a very nice man we talked and worked out a living arrangement for them. As it turns out I feel like the main reason for the investigation was to help one of the owner's friends there that night to connect to her recently deceased brother. He had several messages for her to let her know he was OK and had a journey to make . I think I was able to help them both to understand a little more about what they were experiencing.

  God was definitely good to all of us last night ,there was some healing ,comfort and closure 3 things I always pray for before an investigation or client readings. God makes the path and sometimes we just have to trudge along and in the end the plan is revealed. As I always say there is no coincidences in life, a group reading was what was in the plan last night not the investigation..who knew?? lol"

 

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So last night we brought a new group to her home, including myself (Shelly), Victor, Johnathan, & Ericka.

 

Johnathan and myself got there a little earlier than Victor and Ericka, so the homeowner graciously showed us around the property, so I could pick up any impressions I might be able to get along the way.

 

The living room I didn't feel much in, to be honest. I felt as if maybe the people who lived here might get the sense from time to time that someone was either walking past the living room to get to the basement, standing behind them in the hallway near the bedrooms and bathroom, or walking through the kitchen/dining room. I felt the living room itself to be relatively 'quiet,' but did get that strong sense of other things going on around them while they were in that room.

 

In the master bedroom I felt a completely different energy. I felt as if this were kind of the 'activity hub' of the home. I felt as if there were a lot of intelligent (meaning non-residual) activity occurring in this room. I wasn't sure what it was yet, but I had a feeling I'd know soon.

 

The second bedroom on the first floor was our next stop during our walk-through with the homeowner. This room felt 'empty' to me. I felt as if not a whole lot of time was spent in this room for some reason. It lacked that 'warm' feeling you get from other rooms in a home. I felt as if this room were avoided, and held seemingly stagnant energy.

 

Next, we ventured into the kitchen. Immediately I was drawn to the window above the kitchen sink. As I looked out the window, I got the strong impression that someone would be standing here doing dishes, and feel a very strong sensation of someone walking right past them but when they'd turn around to look, nothing would be there. I relayed this to the homeowner, and her reply was, "Yes. More times than I can count. It happens all the time." I tried to connect with this energy to get a sense of who or what it was walking behind them as they stood at the sink, and I felt two very distinct energies; one of an older female, and one of a small boy.

 

 We made our way upstairs to the second floor, which had an 'attic' feel, but was made into a long bedroom/space for the homeowner's older son.  This space felt like a 'safe space' to me. I felt as if her son, who stayed up here, was being protected by a spirit who stayed up here in this room. A spirit who meant no harm whatsoever, and was there specifically to watch over and to protect her son.

 

We then walked downstairs into the basement. I knew this is where the very dominant spirit was residing. I felt 'him' as soon as I got about halfway down the stairs. I had not been informed of any occurrences from the homeowner at this point (the mediums and sensitives in our group are purposefully always kept in the dark prior to investigations so our findings won't be influenced.) I rounded the stairs, and found my way back to an area where I just knew this man was hiding out. The moment I rounded the corner, I saw him.

It was just a quick 'glimpse' - which is what I refer what I see in my mind's eye when I see spirit. This one ranks as my second clearest 'glimpse' I've had to date of a spirit. His image came through to me so clearly if I had any artistic talent whatsoever, I'm positive I could draw him.

 

I saw a gruff-looking man taking a step or two from the back corner, wiping his hands on a rag, and kind of scoffing at me as if to say he was not happy with my being there, and definitely not happy with the fact that I've 'seen' him. He wasn't a 'bad' man, by any means, but I immediately felt a flood of emotions from him. I felt anger first and most predominantly. This man was definitely known for his temper, and seemed to anger quickly. I also felt as if something just 'wasn't right' with him. The way I say him standing, and the steps he took, he was obviously injured in some way. He walked as if his back was injured, and I felt he may have had an injury to the side of his face/head. I felt this injury is what caused the mental & emotional issues this man suffered from, I just wasn't sure yet how they were connected. I felt he was very, very depressed, lonely, and felt a strong sense of isolation. He was definitely quick to anger, and very easily frustrated. He wasn't known as a nice man, I was sure of that, but I felt as if this man was hurting inside just as badly as he was hurting outside.

 

Physically speaking, he was approximately 5'11," slender build, with brown wavy, "70's" style hair, and a gruff face - meaning he had a pretty significant amount of stubble on his face. It wasn't quite a beard, but he definitely looked like he didn't shave on a regular basis. I felt he was a heavy drinker, but I felt this was to self-medicate because of his physical and emotional wounds.

 

I felt a tie to war. I thought maybe this man was in a war of some sort, which would explain the physical injuries. I then thought "PTSD" - this is why this man was self-medicating. Post-traumatic stress disorder from the war he fought in. I wasn't totally sure about the war thing yet; this man didn't present himself to me in a uniform, so I didn't want to feel like I was grasping at straws before I jumped to this conclusion.

 

Victor pulled up, and he joined us to begin his own walk-through of the home. Since we were in the basement when he showed up, we began there.

 

 

Victor almost immediately picked up on this same man that I had been connecting with.

He almost immediately also picked up on the war connection, and when he looked at me and said, "Do you feel like he might have been suffering from PTSD or something?" I nearly dropped to the floor. Lol. Of course I confirmed, and we continued on, trying to connect with this man.

 

Victor also picked up on this man being angry, very easily frustrated, and not a fan of 'noise' in general. He was irritable, stubborn, and in physical and emotional pain constantly. Victor also then began to describe his physical ailments just as I had seen them; a facial/head injury, and a possible back/hip injury that caused a slight limp as he walked. He picked up on him being in a war, and as Victor said this out loud I heard "Vietnam" in my mind. Victor said he was unsure if it was WW2 or Vietnam, to which I replied saying I heard "Vietnam," so we both decided this man had fought in Vietnam. We concluded this man had suffered injuries while over there, and came home with these injuries along with a strong case of PTSD. I then very clearly heard, "This is why I am the way I am."

 

At that moment I was overcome with sadness. I was immediately brought to tears, feeling what this man felt. It was an incredibly intense experience. I spoke to him in my head, and told him I was so, so sorry for what he went through. No one deserves to go to war; to see the things they see, do the things they do, and be made to suffer for the rest of their lives because of it. I was genuinely sorry for this man, my sympathy extending far beyond superficial.

 

Victor headed upstairs, and I followed. Johnathan and the homeowner were up on the second floor at the time. We went into the master bedroom, where Victor says he felt this man's presence very strongly. He felt as if this man spent a lot of time here in this room trying to connect with the homeowner and her husband regularly. He felt as if this man would lay in bed with them; not in a creepy way (although let's face it, it's creepy no matter how you look at it, really), but moreso for her to feel him.

 

The homeowner joined us and started telling us about her experiences with this male presence. Most recently, she was in the basement doing laundry and the man told her he didn't like her dogs. Victor said he felt it was the noise they made that he didn't like.

Victor asked if she had seen shadows in her bedroom at night, and she said yes, so much so that she bought black out curtains to help her sleep at night. He asked if she had trouble sleeping at night, and she also confirmed, stating she was on various sleep-aid medications just to help her sleep at night because otherwise she wouldn't sleep at all. Her husband was also suffering from some physical ailments, which she believed to possibly be in relation to this male spirit who wouldn't leave them alone at night as they tried to sleep.

 

Victor confirmed, and agreed this man did spend a great deal of time trying to get their attention at night while they lay in their bed trying to sleep.

 

Victor sat on the edge of the bed, facing the homeowner and I, and he said, "It's funny, I felt like this man wanted me to sit here on the bed so he could kind of hide behind me.." So I snapped a picture.

 

 

Victor explained that he felt this man was very aware of the homeowner & her husband's presences, and was actually quite attached to both of them. This man was looking for help from the homeowner because she was Sensitive, and could hear him.

 

*~*

 

We then took Victor into the second bedroom on that floor; the one I described as feeling 'empty.' Victor immediately felt the same (without me having said something to him), and said he felt this man, whom we'll refer to as the Veteran from this point forward, had actually died in this room. He went on to say that he was very well-taken care of during his life; he was surrounded by family that cared very deeply for him. This man was very lucky in that sense. He said he felt that the woman presence (the one I had sensed while standing in the kitchen) was possibly his wife (I felt mother), and she was there to watch over him. The woman was a very kind, loving presence, and would stay there as long as the man stayed there. She felt it was her responsibility.

 

The Veteran also felt a tremendous amount of guilt for some reason. Victor picked up on this a couple of times throughout the evening. He said he did see a car crash of some sort, which we originally thought to be connected to the homeowner's son, who had been hit by a truck when he was just 16, but later dismissed because Victor felt the car crash he saw involved two cars; not a pedestrian and a truck. As he described this, again I felt the word "alcoholism" and I relayed out loud to them that I fel this could be connected. This man may have been drinking and driving, and caused a wreck which he held on to severe guilt for, even in death.

 

Victor then sensed the energy of a little boy, about 4 feet tall, bouncing a ball. I felt him too, and I felt as if this was the little boy I felt while in the kitchen earlier as well. I felt him more as a residual energy, whereas Victor felt him as an intelligent energy. Victor and I were talking later in the evening about this boy and felt that 'exuberant' was the perfect word to describe this little boys energy. He was very happy, very energetic, and loved this family dearly. He was attached to the family, not the home. When I tried to hone in on an age, I couldn't really get one, felt possibly 9-10 years old, but felt that he would have been this age in the 1950's. I don't know why the "50's" popped into my head, but it did, and I told Victor. He said that could very well be correct, because he saw the little boy playing football, and although our knowledge of sports is pretty horrid, we do know that back in the 50's the uniforms would have been much different, and Victor feels as if what he saw would fit that time frame.

 

*~*

 

We then made our way to the second floor bedroom and met up with Johnathan, who was up there conducting an EVP session alone. We began to tell him about the spirits we had connected with, and when we mentioned 'the man,' John immediately asked, "Do you feel a military connection?" We, of course, did - and told him about the Veteran, and what we had picked up on him. John confirmed he also felt PTSD from this man. Johnathan is ex-military as well, so we felt he was able to connect with this man because of their common ground.

 

We also picked up on an older gentleman in the second floor bedroom. The guardian. Protector. Victor starts describing him, and says, "You know the guy on the Quaker Oats package?? I know this sounds ridiculous, but that's who I am seeing..." So I got out my phone and google searched the image. Fast-forwarding a bit here, but later in the evening we ended up being shown a few photos of the homeowners deceased father, and the results were uncanny.

 

 

We were positive this was the man watching over her son upstairs. We also found out later that her father had suffered horrific injuries as a child, just as her son had from his car accident. We felt as if this is where the connection was made. This man's grandfather was lovingly and diligently watching over him as his guardian angel of sorts. (How beautiful is that? What a wonderful grandfather; such love and devotion to his grandson.)

 

*~*

 

We headed downstairs again, and decided we would help to cross these souls over. They have to make this decision on their own, but we bring in Higher Level Spirits to kind of help nudge them along and show them they don't need to be here any longer. So Victor got to work bringing in this 'clean-up crew,' and you could physically feel each room getting lighter as this crew did their job to help clean up the energy in this home. They communicate with the spirits residing in the home and help them to understand it's time to leave. Once they've crossed over, the clean-up crew then gets to work cleaning up any residual energy that had been left behind by these spirits. As we moved from room to room, you could feel the energy shifting, changing, and clearing.

 

Victor and I made our way back to the basement to do a bit of clean up work down there. As he sat on the bedroom side of the basement, I ventured over to the area where I had encountered the man earlier in the evening. I sensed that the man had left, but on the side across from where I had seen the man, I sensed something else there. I felt it was concentrated in one corner, and it was completely unrelated to the man. We also felt this wasn't the woman we had encountered earlier in the night (the Veteran's mother or wife); this was an entirely new entity that we had not met up until this point.

 

I took a photo, then I walked back to join Victor. I relayed what I had felt in that other room, and Victor and I headed that way to see if he could pick up on anything. There's nothing quite like validation in the form of hearing, "You know what, Shelly? I think you're right. There is definitely something still here."

 

We felt this was a female presence, and the reason we hadn't encountered her until then was because she was hiding. She didn't want to be discovered, and she was quite upset with us that we had 'found' her. As we made our way back up the stairs and into the dining room, I felt as if she was walking behind me yelling at me, but in a very prim-and-proper fashion. She spoke with what I refer to as "snake S's".. hard for me to convey what I mean over this blog, but she spoke with very 'prissy' S's.

 

She was very agitated with us, and didn't want to leave. I saw her in a tea-length dress and white apron.

 

She did end up leaving along with the Veteran and his mother or wife. We decided the older gentleman in the second floor bedroom was a good thing, and should definitely stay. The younger boy wasn't causing any trouble, so he stayed, as well. Victor commented, "He's so stubborn, honestly he'd probably just end up finding his way back here anyway!"

**Update: This morning Victor emailed me and said, "You know Shelly after I got home I got the impression that the boy was also freed so hopefully the homeowner will not be awakened at 5 am by this boy anymore when he wants to be fed!"

 

*~*
 

Another amazing investigation!

 

VOLP would like to thank the homeowner, who has choosen to remain anonymous (hence referring to her as 'the homeowner' throughout this blog instead of by her name), and her friends for allowing us to come into her beautiful home and communicate with the spirits that inhabited it.

 

We will be reviewing audio evidence this week, so stay tuned!

 

- Shelly, VOLP

 

 

 

 

My Ghost Story...

Happy Friday, Facebook friends!

VOL is this weekend! I hope you are as excited as we are!

So as to hopefully encourage you to stop by our booth and share your own experiences with us, I’m going to share one of my personal paranormal experiences with you…

I’ve had quite a few over my lifetime, but I’ll share one that stands out in my mind, mostly because it was fairly recent.

I was living in Westminster, Massachusetts at the time with my husband and two small children. Westminster sits at the base of Mount Wachusett; a beautiful mountain with a ski resort, 200 year old cemeteries, and loads of history.

(I’ll follow this post with the story of the legend of Lucy Keyes; which is a factual story that took place on Mount Wachusett. There was even a movie made about the legend, appropriately titled, “The Legend of Lucy Keyes.” Just as a fun fact sidenote, Mt. Wachusett was also used in the movie, “Shallow Hal.”)

I was going through a pretty rough time in my life, and I was sleeping on the couch at the time. Everyone else in the house was asleep, and had been asleep for at least an hour. I laid on the couch, knees slightly bent, facing out into the living room. I closed my eyes for a second, not yet sleepy, but just trying to calm my brain enough to fall asleep, and when I opened them, there hovering in the air about 4-5 feet from me was this greenish cloud; about the size of a brain (lol, that’s what it kind of looked like, too!). If I had an ounce of artistic talent in me, which I do not, I could draw it. It had an odd shape to it; somewhat ovular, but with a ‘tail’ of sorts on the right side. It was a cloud – that’s the best way for me to put the picture in your minds. It wasn’t a ‘mist,’ as it was denser than a mist. It had shape and dimension, and I could actually see dark spots in it so as to indicate dimension. It was greenish in color, and the green varied in shade from one end of it to the other – it was about the size of a football.

So anyway, it just stayed in that same place, seemingly hovering while I stared at it trying to process somehow what it was that I was seeing in my living room. It wasn’t completely stationary; I could see it kind of floating just a little bit up, then down, etc. as it stayed almost stationary. I felt as if ‘it’ were staring back at me just as I was staring at it. Our staring contest lasted what seemed like ages, but in reality it was about 20-25 seconds. As cliché as it sounds, I blinked – and it was gone.

The funny thing was I wasn’t scared in the least. I felt comforted – the depression I had been feeling just moments before vanished. My normal mind would have kept me up all night trying to scientifically explain what it was that I had just witnessed; but instead, I rolled over and fell fast asleep. Of course in the morning I woke up and thought, “WTF?!” And spent weeks questioning if I had just imagined it, or if were, in fact, real. I can assure you it was as real as this computer I am typing this story on.

A few nights later, I was sleeping on that same couch. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, “I’d better pull this blanket up so someone doesn’t walk out here in the middle of the night and get a full moon…” (lol). No sooner did I think that thought did I feel as if two fingers pinched and then pulled my blanket very gently over my exposed lower body. I remember somewhat registering what had just happened in that moment, but again I was overcome with that feeling of comfort; I literally smiled, said a quiet, “Thank you..” to the unseen force that helped me out, and I drifted back to sleep… and of course woke up with the same, “WTF?!” that morning. ;)

I contacted a local well-known medium that I had worked with in Massachusetts with my own paranormal group. I told her my experiences, and she actually stopped me halfway through and said, “This was your husband’s grandmother. She is around quite a lot in that home. She comes around you a lot, in particular. She whispers motherly advice in your ear when you need it most, and she softens the energy around you when you are going through a particularly rough time. She really likes you a lot, and she’s trying to make up for the stress her grandson is causing you. She knows he is stubborn, but a truly good man underneath it all.”

My ex-husbands grandmother was about 4’9” and full of spunk. I had never met her personally, as she died a few years before my time, but the stories I had heard about her were enough to make me feel like her and I would have been great friends in life. She used to come through to my best friend (who is a medium), and she would refer to her as the “spunky lady in the red dress.” (We found out later she was, in fact, buried in a maroon/wine-colored dress.)

When we had moved to Massachusetts we left nearly everything behind in Ohio, so we had to start over from scratch. His grandparents furniture was all in storage in a 200 year old barn in Massachusetts; so we had to dig it all out, clean out all the mouse droppings (serious elbow grease, let me tell ya), and make it our own. So our home was literally filled from top to bottom with their furniture. I’d often feel someone with me in the basement when I’d go through his grandmother’s old china on special occasions when I’d get it out, clean it up, and use it to make a meal for her family. I’d always talk to her out loud in the basement, and thank her for letting us use all of her old stuff.

I had lots of experiences in that house; including catching a glimpse of a Native American standing in the woods across the street from my house, and feeling him a few times after that. Our house used to sit on a lake that had since been drained and built upon. I was told that the lakes in Westminster, since they were at the base of this mountain, were considered extremely sacred to the Native’s that had lived there, and were used for hunting and fishing grounds. Again, if I had just an ounce of artistic skill in me, I could draw this man detail for detail. I could see the aged lines in his face, his feathered headdress, his leather vest, exposed chest, and his dark but gentle eyes. The feeling I got empathically from him was simply, “Now you see me, and I see you.”

The day before, we had gone hiking in the woods behind our house. I had felt a great amount of sadness as we hiked through these beautiful trees, suddenly thinking about the Natives who had occupied this land not-so-long ago. I said a prayer in my head for them, apologizing for what ‘my people’ had done to their people, and telling them I have nothing but the utmost respect for these woods and everything in them. I went on to say how much I appreciated the beauty of these woods, and how I can only imagine how beautiful they were before they had been developed upon.

That following day, I had just put my newborn son down for a nap, and I started to pick up the living room a bit. I got the feeling as if someone was staring at me from outside our second story, large living room window, so I glanced up, and immediately had that very vision of the Native American man staring at me from across the road.

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As an Empath, I do have what I call “glimpses” pretty frequently when I come into contact with energies and such, but usually those glimpses are shown via my third eye (in my mind’s eye) – whereas these experiences I'm sharing with you here were happening in a very real, physical sense. I was alone and completely unsuspecting in both situations, and I think that had a lot to do with what I was able to see.

Just last night, I woke up suddenly at about 2:30 am. I immediately felt as if someone was in the room with me, and I looked down at my dog to see if he had noticed anything as well. He slept soundly (great guard dog, let me tell ya.. haha.. not that Corgi’s are known to be amazing guard dogs, but I digress.)

I glanced over towards the TV and could see a strange blue light on the table. I recognized it as something electronic, and realized it was a tiny alarm clock that sits on my dvd player. The only way for the blue light to come on is to push the small “light” button on top of the clock, and no one was even close to the table in which this clock sat. In fact, no one had so much as touched that particular alarm clock for months; we use our cell phones as alarms.

I was unable to sleep, sensing something in the room with us as I tossed and turned. I visualized myself being surround in white light, which then spilled out into the room, into the rest of the apartment, and so on; therefore removing any lower vibrational energy from my apartment in the process. I was then able to fall asleep a little after 3 am, but of course now I’m curious as to who may have been paying me a visit so late last night, and why…

- Shelly, VOLP

Residential Investigation; Xenia, Ohio 3.9.13

 

Investigation:

Residential in Xenia, Ohio (Historical District)

 

Date: 3.9.13

 

VOLP Investigators Attending:

Johnathan, Ericka, Shelly, Betsey, Jon, and three guest investigators (including the homeowner).

 

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We started off the evening with Johnathan, Ericka, and Betsey speaking privately to the homeowners while the mediums, Jon & Shelly (myself) did a walk-through of the location.

 

Jon and I were not given any information regarding the home, the occurrences/experiences in the home, etc. We were told the home was built in the 1800's, and to watch for downed tree branches in the back yard - that was the extent of what we were given at the beginning.

 

Jon and I turned our flashlights on, and headed outside first to do a walk-through of the outside of the residence.

 

While outside, we picked up several things almost immediately. Jon picked up something about fruit trees, and I was instantly shown a vision of a blueberry bush.

 

I then was shown a glimpse of a man in the detached garage in the back yard, which backs up to an alley. The man was possibly in his late 40's to early 50's, bald or balding on top, a bit gristly in the facial hair arena, and was literally wiping his hands on a dirty cloth as I saw him. He reminded me of a mans-man; tough, seasoned hands and dirty fingernails. I had a feeling he had worked in the area, and not necessarily in the garage (which you didn't have to be a psychic to know was built long after the home was).

As I turned around, I saw three little girls playing in front of the two back windows on the second floor of the house. I felt as if they were sisters, and all were shown in long night dresses, possibly late 1800's-style, I'm guessing. The eldest sister was significantly older than the younger two, reminding me of myself and my own younger sisters. I am 5 and 4 years older than my younger sisters, and I immediately felt as if the age difference here was about the same. The oldest sister looked to be about 12-13, and the two younger ones were 4-6ish. (I'm really bad with guessing ages, but I do have two younger children of my own; 7 and 2, so this is what I'm going on.)

It was a brief glimpse, and I felt as if it was residual energy I was picking up on. (Residual energy can be thought of like a broken record. An event playing over and over; no interaction or intelligence to it, simply leftover energy.)

 

Avoiding downed branches, Jon and I made our way back around to the front of the house, back up onto the amazing porch, and back inside.

Once inside, the rest of the team and the homeowner went downstairs into the basement while Jon and I made our way upstairs to the second floor of this beautiful home.

As we walked the hardwood stairs, we both noted that we felt activity on the stairs. Footsteps are heard, etc. When we reached the top landing, we both heard something; Jon says he thought it sounded like a cat, and I thought I heard a young girl saying "mama" very clearly. There were no children nor cats in or near the home, so as you can imagine, it stopped us both in our tracks for a moment.

We first made our way into the master bedroom. I sensed something 'odd' lingering in the back corner by the where the tv area was. I stood there for several moments trying to put my feelings into words (being an empath isn't always easy - it can be extremely hard to put 'feelings' into the correct words!).

I tried my best to describe it. It felt stagnant. Dark.. but not in the 'evil' sense - like literally dark in color. Like a black shadow.. or blob.. or just void of energy - I wasn't real sure. Feeling myself getting progressively frustrated attempting to put my feelings into words, we moved on.

There was another small bedroom off to the side, we'll call it the 'blue' bedroom. Jon picked up that it may have been used as a nursery at one point. I picked up that it was a child's room at one point, as well, but I sensed an older child - possibly 5-7 years old, and female.

We proceeded to the room at the end of the hallway, which I named the "sewing" room - I felt immediately that it was used as a sewing room at one point for a woman who lived there. I felt as if it was her hideaway of sorts; that one place we all need to get away from it all. This was 'her' room, and she came here often to catch her breath, and used sewing as her means of doing so. I was shown a quick glimpse of a large, very old sewing machine up against the wall, and this slender woman with light brown hair and a long cotton dress sitting at it, sewing away.

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We then made our way down to the first floor. Immediately Jon picked up on a man standing in the front doorway; which is a vision he had seen while looking at the few photos of the residence we were provided with before the investigation.

In the dining room, I sensed a man who stood between two windows, possibly messing with the heavy curtains from time to time - moving them to get a response from the homeowners, at which he'd giggle. He would get his kicks this way. I felt as if the homeowners that had experienced noticing the curtains move would chop it up as something else, or move it out of mind, etc.

While in the hallway leading to the first floor bathroom, John and I both picked up on footsteps being heard from this location above their head's - as if someone were walking on the 2nd floor right above them. As I went into the bathroom, I experienced a bit of uneasiness, as if someone had felt uneasy in there before, or sensed the presence of someone with them, but again pushed it aside in their mind.

Next stop, the kitchen. we didn't sense a whole lot going on in the kitchen, except back in this little "nook" area I was drawn to. I felt energy there, but I think it may have been residual, just as the three little girls I had seen in the 2nd floor window from the back yard.

In the front room, which the homeowner referred to as the "red" room, Jon and I both picked up an overall sense of comfort, and not just because the couch looked comfy and inviting. Jon went on to say he felt as if it were a family dining room at one point. One with a smaller table, but dinners and celebrations took place here.

Jumping around a bit here, but later during the investigation while a few of us were outside on the front porch, I was shown a glimpse of people standing on the porch, leaning over the rails, with a feeling of excitement as family members and friends were showing up to the house for some sort of celebration. It gave me a "Thanksgiving" feeling; not that I'm saying I'm assuming it was Thanksgiving, but that's the feel I got. Excited to see family you haven't seen in ages, etc. That same sense of jubilation and excitement. Lots of love. Caught myself smiling without realizing it - that kind of feeling.

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Jon and I then made our way into the bowels of the home; into the basement.

As with any 100+ year old house, there's always an exceptional creep-factor when it comes to the basement. This home was no exception. There were creepy nook areas and crawl-spaces, etc. I wasn't very creeped out empathically in this basement, but I had the feeling like the man I had seen earlier in the garage frequented this area as well. Jon had picked up earlier (while we were in the back yard) that the man was a wood-worker, and in the basement we did notice a woodworking bench/area. Jon also picked up on jarring fruit and vegetables, as if this area was used for cold-storage for this purpose at one point in time.

I felt as if the man used the windows (pictured directly above) as a means to come in and out of the basement. I felt like there may have used to have been a cellar door, or some sort of entry way in this area. I even drew a pair of cellar doors (I referred to them as the "Auntie Em" kind from Wizard of Oz) in my notebook as we did our walk-through.

While we were in the back part of the basement (near the workbench area), I was facing the crawl-space area, peeking inside, and Jon was to my left facing me, about five feet away from me. I turned to him and for split second very clearly saw a girl standing right next to him (on his right) - to date, it is the clearest 'vison' I've had, par none. She was just about his height, maybe 2 or so inches shorter. She was directly facing me, and standing behind Jon's right shoulder. She was looking right at me. She was wearing a long, cotton dress that was dirty white, or ivory, with an eyelet cutout bib-style breast area. She appeared to be about 14-15ish, and I immediately thought this is the elder sister I had seen earlier in my glimpse of the sisters playing upstairs.

I quickly scribbled a horrible drawing of what I had seen down, and Jon and I headed back up the basement stairs, making jokes about how even drawing stick-figures is painful for us. (I'm a horrible artist. Just horrible.)

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We then met up with the group and homeowner and sat at the large dining room table to discuss our findings, and how we would proceed with the investigation.

The homeowner was able to verify a good chunk of what Jon and I picked up during our walk-through, but her husband was not with us so he was unable to verify anything on his end.

The homeowner provided this book, which was discovered behind a wall while renovating the home. It had obviously been involved in a fire that took place in the home many years ago. (As a sidenote, we later discovered charred wooden planks that were floorboards in the home at one point in time, and had obviously been charred in the fire.)

It is a German book, and contained hand-written notes in both German and English.

We then broke into two teams, and went our separate ways, so as to not contaminate the investigation for one another.

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During the investigation, we seemed to all have had personal experiences. Someone had their butt "poked;" John heard distinct footsteps at the top of the stairs, and was certain one of our fellow investigators was up there, but turns out no one was up there; both teams had independently had clear communication with a male using the spirit box (a radio which has been tinkered with to scan through static channels at a high rate), one group even got the name "Gordon" and had a five minute long conversation with him.

While we were sitting on the top landing conducing an EVP session, I suddenly felt that I needed to snap a few pictures of the staircase in front of us. John Brown was sitting next to me, and we both saw with our own eyes this orb as it made its way down the stairs. I took three photos, and in the third, this is what the camera caught:

(You can click on the pic to see it larger in a new window. You can then hit "ctrl+" on your keyboard and it will magnify the photo.)

We stared in disbelief for a moment at the photo and discussed with the other investigators what we had just seen. I then had the urge to again take photos of the staircase, and again, John and I with our own eyes saw the orb making its way back up the stairs. Please note, we are seasoned investigators. We stare at dust particles, insects, condensation, and other particles through a camera lens all the time. We are able to tell the difference between dust and something else. This orb had a movement pattern that John and I both witnessed with our own eyes; the first time, going down the stairs, and the second, coming back up. It was amazing to witness, to say the least. Here is the orb making its way back up the stairs:

We wrapped the investigation so the homeowners could get some sleep, packed up our things, and headed home.

We have hours of evidence to review - so once we do so, we will contact the client for the reveal. We will then post our audio evidence and any other evidence we gather for you either on our website, www.victoryoflightparanormal.com, or here on the blog (most likely both).

Thanks to my fellow investigators for yet another amazing investigation - and thanks to the homeowners for inviting us into their beautiful home.

- Shelly

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Medium Review – Jon Greene

Xenia Residence

03/09/13

 

Upon arrival we introduced ourselves to the owner and her husband. We were also greeted by a couple of pooches that were very friendly. The owners were fantastic and secured their pups for the evening. We never heard a peep out of them. After the meet n’ greet, Shelly and I went outside to walk the property.

Shelly and I had no clue as to the history or any of the occurrences at the property. As we walked the grounds of the property, I felt that there had been fruit trees on the property. Shelly mentioned that she had a vision of a blueberry bush.

As we approached the garage, I saw a man who was wearing a blue jump-suit and was woodworking. Shelly and I agreed that his hands were dirty, and that he was in his 40’s or early 50’s. We then went back toward the house to check out what was happening inside.

Shelly and I proceeded upstairs and I felt that the “blue” room was a nursery at one point.  We also felt that there was a strange energy in the master bedroom. Shelly had picked up on little girls being there and a possible teenage girl..so it would be no surprise that there was a nursery in the home.

Shelly and I started on the main floor and made our way into a front “living-room” that had the feeling of joy and comfort. I picked up that it had initially been used for a dining room. There was a positive, wonderful energy that seemed jubilant. We then proceeded into the current dining room and I felt like the male spirit was in the front room. Shelly said that she felt as though he was a bit of a jokester and played with the curtains from time-to-time. We then proceeded to the kitchen and I felt like that is where they sometimes hear the foot-steps upstairs. There was also a bathroom right off of the kitchen that gave me the same sense of someone walking around on the second floor.

We went to the basement and while walking down the stairs I got the sense that this was the male’s hiding spot when he was alive. I sensed that he would walk down the stairs grumbling and frustrated with whatever was going on with the women in the house. I also got the sense that he was mad because his vice-grips were missing. Someone had moved his tools and he wasn’t happy. We also found a woodworking bench in the basement that took up a good portion of one corner. Shelly saw a female spirit looking over my shoulder while I was looking in a crawl-space/storage area. I felt that this basement was used as cold storage and that they also had stored home-canned fruits/jams down in one corner.

I look forward to reading the history of this beautiful home.