On December 1st, Light in the Dark Paranormal visited the Florissant, Colorado home near Cripple Creek to investigate the claims of it’s haunting
Here are its preliminary findings…
Flashing in the Basement
(Intro video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6W0Pf-Ra9pk )
The basement was where the owner and the Ghost Adventure boys first ripped out the hot water heater in order to retrieve the can full of old artifacts placed there in the foundation by God-knows-who. We began our digging there, but not with a shovel. We used instead a Mini Maglite flashlight placed on the ledge next to the dirt pile and artifacts. Ghost hunters have long known that they can communicate with certain entities by asking them to use a flashlight to respond to questioning, as in “turn it on for yes; off for no.” We have used this technique successfully in the past, and it worked for us again.
Here is the YouTube link to the unedited video clip of that session:
Based on those on/off answers, its possible that we “conversed” with a male who had lived on the land long before the house was built in 1980. On the lot immediately upslope from this one, we did note the existence of a boarded-up old cabin, probably dating back to the mid-1800’s.
Though this entity could have been from a hundred years ago or more, he may have been the youngest of the ghosts we encountered that night.
Louise and Adrian are the women of our group who did most of the questioning, as “he” seemed most responsive to them. They were told via yes/no questioning that he had lived there before the house was there, and may have had something to do with the rusted out metal box that contained the artifacts, including a metal crucifix, knitted fabric, buttons, and other things that could have been valuable to someone living in the 19th Century.
An Ancient Presence?
More sessions were done elsewhere in the house with similar results. The ghost kept flashing, at least until Terry deployed the laser matrix. This is a laser-generated matirx of green points of light that easily reveals any mass passing in front of it. But it seems our flashlight ghost didn’t like it. He promptly disappeared from the conversation, only to be replaced by something more insidious. We were all on the upper level when Louise went down the spiral staircase to the main floor. She didn’t stay long, and came back up feeling sick. Adrian and I went downstairs into the living room to check things out, and we too became dizzy and disoriented.
We retreated back upstairs, only to feel the same there. Our last refuge from this nasty feeling was the dreaded basement, which we hurried down to. The depression followed us there too. Only we were not certain if it was following us, or we were chasing it. This is where any presumption of scientific objectivity disappears, and we fly stricty by the seat of our intuitive pants. No video, no EMR, no EVP’s, no photos; just the lingering notion that something was in the house that was not the ghost we started with, and was certainly not our friend.
Searching for an identity, we concurred that this thing had no intention of revealing itself to us, and may have even been curious about our intentions. I felt this presence to be every bit as old as it was not nice. I recalled a recent episode of the Dead Files, where the show’s resident medium described the appearance of a demonic entity of great age and negative influence on those weak enough to do what they would never otherwise do.
We went back upstairs to the main level and busied ourselves with setting up whatever we could to somehow capture the nature of this most un-natural phenomenon.
I impulsively grabbed the K2 meter, a device that measures fluctuations in electromagnetic activity via the illumination of small colored lights, and ran up to the small upstairs bedroom. This is the hotspot where a previous tenant’s 12 year old daughter had told her parents about the “shadow people sitting on her bed.” And where some years before, a previous owner had ended his life by suicide just outside the window. Someone had installed opaque bathroom type privacy glass in that window, perhaps to keep the fatal view from ever being seen again from that perspective.
The Energy in the Room
A third entity? I yelled down to Terry as two of the lights started to brighten…
(continued @ next post)
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