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About me.....I lost my grandfather when I was 17. I had a VERY difficult time getting over it. I just needed to know that I could still communicate with him. I loved him so much I didn't think I could live without him. I read everything I could get my hands on that had to do with the "afterlife" and that started it all...the love of Ghost Hunting and the Paranormal. I am now a Certified Paranormal Investigator and have my own Paranormal Group. I have been researching the paranormal for over 30 years!! It is my way of staying in touch with my grandfather. Being a Ghost Hunter is not always as exciting as it seems on TV. Many nights I have sat in the dark and not a thing happened. BUT it is those times you DO get that one voice, that one unexplainable picture or have an experience that sends chills down your back that makes it sooo worth it all!!! My purpose of this blog is not to make people believe in ghosts but maybe to open their minds just a little bit... I LOVE this crazy thing called Ghost Hunting. It is as much a part of me as breathing. I am just a girl that refuses to accept we can't still contact our loved ones after they die. My grandfather won't let me.



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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! I wish each and everyone of you a very happy holiday and have more blessing than you can count!!!  Please know how THANKFUL I am for all of you that take the time to read my blog and take the time to write me and share your experiences. YOU GUYS ROCK!!!  I love you guys! And please, say a little prayer for Paris as I can only imagine how sad this Thanksgiving will be for them.

Now how about a scary story for Thanksgiving???  Well check out the one below.  It's a little long but worth the read. :)

This strange account was first published in the Brooklyn Eagle on December 5, 1891:

The little hamlet of Oakville, lying seven or eight miles east of Statesborough, Ga., on this Savannah River, is much agitated at present over a ghostly sensation which appears to be more substantial than is usual with such excitement, to use a paradoxical expression. About three weeks ago the family of a small farmer named Walsingham began to be annoyed by certain disturbances in their household matters, which they at first attributed to the malice or mischievous propensity of some outsider. These disturbances generally took the form of noises in the house after the family had retired and the light was extinguished. Continual banging of the doors, things overturned, the door bell rang and the annoying of the hound dog, a large and intelligent mastiff.
It was the conduct of this animal that first caused the Walsinghams to believe there was something more in these occurrences than appeared on the surface, though they were reluctant to attach any supernatural significance to them, being a family of education, practical persons and avowed skeptics on the subject of spooks, etc.
Don Caesar, the mastiff, would be seen to start suddenly from a nap and run at full tilt as if from some one, or start suddenly back while walking leisurely down a path, as if he again met with some one. But he soon lost his temper and varied these pacific proceedings by snarling at every door, as if he expected an enemy to enter, and often drawing back with a threatening bark and displaying fangs to warn his unseen annoyer from him. One day he was found in the hallway barking furiously and bristling with rage, while his eyes seemed directed to the wall just before him. At last he made a spring forward, with a hoarse yelp of ungovernable fury, only to fall back as if flung down by some powerful and cruel hand. Upon examination it was found that his neck had been broken.
The house cat, on the contrary, seemed rather to enjoy the favor of the ghost, and would often enter a door as if escorting some visitor in whose hand was stroking her back. She would also climb upon a chair rubbing herself and purring as if well pleased at the presence of some one in the seat. She and Don Caesar invariably manifested this eccentric conduct at the same time, as though the mysterious being was visible to both of them. This kept up until no doubt could be entertained that the animals saw something of a supernatural character, which was also making itself very disagreeable to the Walsinghams.

 It did not long content itself with petty annoyances, but finally took to rousing the family at all hours of the night by making such a row as to render any rest impossible.

This noise, which consisted of shouts, groans, hideous laughter and a peculiar, most distressing wail, would sometimes proceed apparently from under the house, sometimes from the ceiling and at other times in the very room in which the family was seated. One night Miss Amelia Walsingham, a young daughter, was engaged at her toilet, when she felt a hand laid softly on her shoulder. Thinking it her mother or sister she glanced in the glass before her only to be thunderstruck at seeing the mirror reflect no form but her own, though she could plainly see a man’s broad hand lying on her arm.

She brought the family to her by her screams, but when they reached her all signs of the mysterious hand was gone. On another occasion the girl was startled by beholding the knob of her door turn softly, the door open and then close as if someone had entered and shut it behind them. She strained her eyes trying to make out some form or the cause of the phenomenon, but nothing appeared. She vacated the room, however, feeling sure nothing was in it with her. Mr. Walsingham himself saw footsteps form beside his own while walking through the garden after a light rain.

The marks were those of a man’s naked feet and fell beside his own as if the person walked at his side. After some minutes the steps left him and led toward the house, where Don Caesar was lying on the front piazza. The dog sprang up, barking furiously, but retreated as the steps approached him.

Matters grew so serious that the Walsinghams became frightened and talked of leaving the house when an event took place that confirmed them in this determination. The family was seated at the supper table with several guests, who were spending the evening, when a loud groan was heard in the room directly overhead. This was however, nothing unusual, and very little notice was taken of it until one of the visitors pointed out a stain of what looked like blood on the white tablecloth, and it was seen that some liquid was slowly dripping on the table from the ceiling overhead. This liquid was so much like fresh shed blood as to horrify those who watched its slow dripping. Mr. Walsingham, with several of his guests, ran hastily upstairs and into the room directly over the one into which the blood was dripping.

A carpet covered the floor and nothing appeared to explain the source of the ghastly rain, but, anxious to satisfy themselves thoroughly, the carpet was immediately ripped up and the boarding found to be perfectly dry and even covered with a thin layer of dust. And all the while the floor was being examined the persons below could swear the blood never ceased to drip. A stain the size of a dinner plate was formed before the drops ceased to fall. This stain was examined next day under the microscope and was pronounced by competent chemists to be human blood.

 The Walsinghams left the house the next day and since then the place has been apparently given over to spooks and evil spirits, which make the night hideous with the noise of revel, shouts and furious yells. Hundreds from all over this county and adjacent ones have visited the place, but few have the courage to pass a night in the haunted house. One daring spirit, Horace Gunn of Savannah, however, accepted a wager that he could not spend twenty-four hours in it, and did so, though he declares that there is not enough money in the county to make him pass another night there. He was found the morning after by his friends with whom he made the wager in an insensible condition and was with difficulty brought out of his swoon. He has never recovered from the shock of his terrible experience and is still confined to his bed suffering from nervous prostration.

His story is that shortly after nightfall he endeavored to kindle a fire in one of the rooms and to light the lamp which he had provided himself, but to his surprise and consternation found it impossible to do either. An icy breath which seemed to proceed from some invisible person at his side extinguished each match as he lighted it. At this peculiarly terrifying turn of affairs Mr. Gunn would have left the house and forfeited the amount of his wager, a considerable one, but was restrained by the fear of ridicule and of his story not being believed in. He seated himself in the dark with the calmness he could and awaited developments.

For some time nothing occurred, and the young man was half dozing when, after an hour or two, he was brought to his feet by a sudden yell of pain or rage that seemed to come from under the house. this appeared to be the signal for an outbreak of hideous noises all over the house. The sound of running feet could be heard scurrying up and down the stairs, hastening from one room to another, as if one person fled from the pursuit of a second. This kept up for nearly an hour, but at last ceased altogether, and for some time Mr. Gunn sat in darkness and quiet and had about concluded that the performance was over for the night. At last his attention was attracted by a white spot that gradually appeared on the opposite wall from him.

This spot continued to brighten until it seemed a disk of white fire, when the horrified spectator saw that the light emanated from and surrounded a human head which, without a body or any visible means of support, was moving slowly along the wall at about the height of a man from the floor. This ghastly head appeared to be that of an aged person, though whether male or female it was difficult to determine. The hair was long and gray and matted together with dark clots of blood, which also issued from a deep, jagged wound in one temple. The cheeks were fallen in and the whole face indicated suffering and unspeakable misery. The eyes were wide open and gleamed with an unearthly fire, while the glassy balls seemed to follow the terror stricken Mr. Gunn, who was too thoroughly paralyzed by what he saw to move or cry out. Finally the head disappeared and the room was once more left in darkness, but the young man could hear what seemed to be half a dozen persons moving about him, while the whole house shook as if rocked by some violent earthquake.

The groaning and wailing that broke forth from every direction was something terrific, and an unearthly rattle and banging, as of china and tin pans being flung to the ground floor from the upper story, added to the deafening noise. Gunn at last roused himself sufficiently to attempt to leave the haunted house. Feeling his way along the wall, in order to avoid the beings, whatever they were, that filled the room, the young man had nearly succeeded in reaching the door when he felt himself seized by the ankle and was violently thrown to the floor. He was grasped by icy hands which sought to grip him about the throat. He struggled with his unseen foe, but was soon overpowered and choked into insensibility. When found by his friends his throat was black with the marks of long, thin fingers armed with cruel, curved nails.

 The only explanation that can be found for these mysterious manifestations is that about three months ago a number of bones were discovered on the Walsingham place, which some declared even then to be those of a human being. Mr. Walsingham pronounced them, however, to be an animal’s, and they were hastily thrown into an adjacent limekiln. It is supposed to be the outraged spirit of the person to whom they had belonged in life that is now creating such consternation.



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Before I get into this weeks post, I want to take a minute a say that my prayers are with the people of France.  The devastating terrorists attacks on Paris rocked the world to its core!  But it also shows the humanity we all feel for one another.  We shed tears for perfect strangers, we send money in hopes of rebuilding places we have never visited but MOST of all.....we send LOVE for one another REGARDLESS of religion, beliefs, color or backgrounds.  PARIS GOD BE WITH YOU.  AND GIVE THOSE STRENGTH TO THOSE WHO WERE INJURIED AND GIVE THE FAMILIES WHO LOST LOVED ONES ENCOURAGEMENT TO FIND SOME KIND OF PEACE IN THEIR TIME OF SORROW.

Now, I live in Texas and we had a very rough night.  What I mean by that is...we were awaken about 3:00am to the Tornado sirens going off.  Two tornado's were reported as hitting our area.  Not large tornados but they still did a lot of damage.

I was on my lunch break today and decided to take a ride to a local cemetery where I had heard had a lot of damage.  Well, a lot of damage doesn't cover it!!!  It was almost completely wiped out!!!  I could not believe how bad it looked.....and how sad it felt.  I could not help it....I felt COMPELLED to help.  I went back to my off which is very close to the cemetery and ask my General Manager if we could go to the cemetery and start clean up right away!  He got a crew together (I work for a Water Dept. in the daytime. LOL) and drove down to the cemetery.  So, with my brand new high heels, black slacks and a beautiful white silk shirt on....I got out and started pulling limbs off tombstones as well as did the crew from LCMUA.  I just felt not only is this is my community and I want to help, but as much as CEMETERIES have done for me this is the least I could do in return.  It only seemed right.

Now, I'm sure your asking yourself what does that have to do with the paranormal?  As I was pulling limbs across the cemetery, my heels sinking in the mud with every step, my black slacks now brown...covered in mud and leafs, I was looking around at all the damage and I began to wonder.....are the spirits upset with what has happened to their final resting places?  Yes, I know that their souls are not really there and that the resting place is more for the living than the dead.  I can't help but feel that they are sad for their loved ones NOT for the actual resting place with their name on it but for the loved ones who feel sadness because it was destroyed.

This is not the same as a spirit who gets upset when someone moves into their home and starts changing things or remodeling.  The reason is...because the person was LIVING at the time....in the house and when they die they are placed in a place they had never spent time.  Does that make sense???

Anyway, spirits are always around us and today I hope they saw me giving back for everything they have gave me. :)

Below are some of the pictures I took today at Swisher Cemetery in Lake Dallas, Texas.  The pictures really don't show how bad it really was.

Photo by Johnny Harris

Photo by Johnny Harris




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OMG!!!!!!!!!!!  So, I can't even tell you guys how busy I have been and how many COOL stories I have to share with you.  Over the last two weekends I have been to some of the most HAUNTED places in the WORLD!!!!!!!!!!  And believe me....I'm pooped!!!! But never to "pooped" to talk with you guys. LOL

First, here is  a brief little bit about the hotel. (Like you DON'T already know about the Stanley.) LOL

One of the MOST FAMOUS HOTELS IN THE WORLD the Stanley Hotel, known for its architecture, magnificent setting and famous visitors, may possibly be best known today for its inspirational role in Stephen King's novel, The Shining. The hotel has been featured as one of America's most haunted hotels and with the numerous stories from visitors and staff, The Stanley Hotel continues to "shine" today, as it did in 1909 when first opened.

Forced by poor health to move West, F.O. Stanley and his famous Steamer arrived in Estes Park in 1903. Finding the town lacking in amenities, F.O. set out to change the local economy. On the 160 acres he purchased from Lord Dunraven, Stanley first built the main building of the hotel, one of 11 buildings in the original complex. Many of those original buildings remain in use today on the remaining 55 acres.  He  built the road from Lyons, over which he brought visitors, riding in a Stanley Steamer to Estes Park and The Stanley Hotel. This makes the first time in history that an automobile, instead of a train, was used to transport people to a resort area. By his dying year in 1940, Stanley had not only built his grand hotel, but also developed a sewer, power and water company, as well as Estes Park's first bank.

Now about the ghosts of the Stanley:
  • The ghosts of Freelan Stanley and his wife Flora have been seen dressed in formal attire on the main staircase and in other public areas, such as the lobby and the billiard room.
  • Mr. Stanley has also been spotted in the administration offices, perhaps to keep an eye on the hotel's books. The Flora's piano playing occasionally echos in the ballroom.
  • Disembodied voices and phantom footsteps have been heard in the hallways and rooms.
  • Staff and visitors have reported unseen hands yanking at their clothing.
  • More than one guest has said they have awakened to find their blankets taken from their beds and neatly folded.
  • The Earl of Dunraven, who owned the land prior to the Stanleys, is said to haunt room 407, where the aroma of his cherry pipe tobacco still can be smelled. A ghostly face has also been reported peering out of the room's window when it was not occupied.
Room 217, where Stephen King stayed, was the site of a tragic accident in 1911: housekeeper Elizabeth Wilson was nearly killed by a gas leak explosion. Since her death in the 1950s, strange, unexplained activity is said to take place in that room, including doors opening and closing, and lights switching on and off by themselves.
  • Room 418 is the most haunted room, according to hotel staff, apparently by the ghosts of children. Guests who stay there say phantom children can be heard playing in the hallways at night. One couple complained that the noisy children kept them up all night, although there were no children staying at the hotel at the time. Impressions of bodies have been found on the bed when the room as been unoccupied.
  • The ghost of a small child who calls out to his nanny has been spotted on several occasions on the second floor -- including by Stephen King.

As we walked through this place frozen in time with all it's beautiful dark wood and leather chairs in  the lobby and the smell of Hickory Pine everywhere, I couldn't help but wish I was entering the hotel as a guest dressed in a long, blue ruffley dress with a lace collar and my hair neatly pinned up under a cute little hat.  White gloves....and standing there very prim and proper waiting on someone to come escort me to my room just before dinner.  Instead, I am wearing a Becks Ghost Hunters Tee-shirt....my hair down in my face...pulling 3 heavy bags full of ghost hunting equipment trying to get checked in as fast as I can so I can go check things out!!! Oh well......sssiiiggghhhhh

Now, let me explain to you what I do before I go to a haunted location.  It takes a lot of time and research BEFORE hand so that I know what the claims are and who the spirits are that are reportedly haunting the location.  This just helps me know what and who I may encounter, if any spirits.

So, BEFORE going to the Stanley, I was online reading and looking at TONS and TONS of pictures to blog about and give you guys some idea what the place may look like.  Now, if you have EVER Googled the Stanley Hotel you know you can read and look at historical pictures for hours and hours!!! Well....I decided to take a picture of the Stanley on my phone that I thought I would post on my blog.  Now, this picture just caught my eye for some reason.  It wasn't a picture of a ghost or even a picture of Mr. Stanley...it was of three ladies walking up to the Stanley.  Nothing fancy....but for some reason I just liked it!!!

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We check in and head to room 315........I could hardly wait!!!
We opened the door and instantly you could feel a cool breeze coming through the window as there is no air conditioned rooms at this hotel.  I could see mountains and pine trees through the window and it just took my breath away......sheer beauty.   As I stepped into the room I looked to my right and saw a TV, a desk, a dresser and the door to the bathroom.  It looked like a pretty "standard" room I guess you could say.......BUT THEN.......I looked to the LEFT..........as my eyes were glancing across the room at the nightstand that sat by a queen size bed with a wooden headboard something caught my eye..............WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Up on the wall........was THE EXACT picture of the three ladies I had taken a picture of a couple weeks earlier!!!!  WHAT ARE THE ODDS..........that out of this 155 room hotel that in MY room would be a random picture of three ladies walking up to the Stanley Hotel that I had only seen once before on the internet.  I almost choked!!! LOL  I yelled at Deak...."look"......"look".......he was like "what?"  "What is it?"  I said "the PICTURE! The one on the wall!  It's the one I randomly took on my phone of the Stanley!!!!"  What are the ODDS that THAT PICTURE would be in our room?????    There are THOUSANDS of pictures I could have chose to use on my blog but I chose that one.........and it shows up in our room!!!!  Coincidence......you tell me?????
And that's how our trip started....
Anyway, I put together a little video...and before you start emailing me telling me I misspelled words...I realized that a little to late....but cut me some slack....I'm exhausted! LOL  Anyway, this is the first of a 3 Part series of video's I plan on posting on the Stanley.  This is just the grounds...stay tuned....
And I want to say a SPECIAL THANK YOU to all those past, present and currently serving our country.  Without you and what you have done or are doing...we would not be able to live in the wonderful country called USA!!!!  With my deepest and sincerest gratitude...."THANK YOU". 
Luther Martin (My Nan)



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Hope your Halloween Week is going especially BOOtifully....
  1. What do you call a skeleton that won’t work? Answer: Lazy bones
  2. Where do spooks water ski? Answer: On Lake Erie
  3. Do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers? Answer: No, they eat the fingers separately.
  4. Who was the most famous French skeleton? Answer: Napoleon Bone-apart
  5. What does a witch ask for at a hotel? Answer: Broom service
  6. Who has webbed feet and fangs? Answer: Count Quackula
  7. Where do ghost go during the day? Answer: Dayscare centers
  8. What does a skeleton order at a restaurant? Answer: Spare ribs
  9. Why didn’t the ghost go to the Halloween party? Answer: Because he didn’t have any body to go with him.
  10. Why do mummies have trouble keeping friends? Answer: Because they’re so wrapped up in them.



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So.....I can't WAIT to share our experiences with you guys at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado.  I have soooo much to share with you that I am still trying to put it all together for you guys.  So, I am going to do it in parts, starting from the VERY BEGINNING.

Deak and I flew into the Denver Airport and from there...... we rented a car and drove to the Stanley.  So, I have been trying to post SCARY stuff this whole week on my facebook page(www.facebook.com/Becksghosthunters /You can click on the FB badge on my front page and it will take you right to my FB Page) but I thought I would also post some extra HAUNTED SCARY stuff on my blog as well in honor of my FAVORITE HOLIDAY......HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, AFTER we got back from the Stanley, I was doing some research and came across this...


I found this to be VERY interesting since the Denver Airport is the airport that you fly into to go to the Stanley Hotel. So, I was just there a couple of weeks ago!  WHAT THE HECK???? The AIRPORT is HAUNTED?????  And not only haunted but DEMONIC!!!!!!  Man....just my luck.....a day late and a dollar short! LOL  I did NOT know this until AFTER we got home!!!  DANG!!!! 

Anyway here are some of the things that is said about the airport:

 Exit arrows point at each other instead of outside; corridors lead to nowhere; and security checkpoints seem to disappear mysteriously as you approach them. As you drive into the airport, you're greeted by a giant horse with glowing red eyes, and one of the terminals is decorated with a massive statue of Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of death.

Many people believe that DEN's dark aeromancy. The airport has been plagued by conspiracy theories about its true purpose almost since the day construction crews broke ground on it in the mid-1990s. Here's a collection of some the best conspiracy theory videos you've ever seen, all focusing intensely on what is perhaps the most weirdly evil airport on Earth.

First, the facts. The giant, red-eyed horse sculpture at the gates of the airport really did kill the sculptor who created it. He died of blood loss when part of the statue fell on him in his studio. In this snippet of a conspiracy video about DEN, the narrator speculates about how this bloodthirsty horse sculpture might be connected to time travel. 
As the story goes, the airport was constructed on top of burial grounds and spiritual sites used for centuries by the native tribes that populated the Front Range before the coming of the White Man. The perpetual playing of Native American songs in the 365-foot-long bridge was originally initiated by officials as a way to placate any angry spirits who might want to pull a Poltergeist or The Shining on one of the nation’s busiest airports. People in the conspiracy theory world think the burial ground may have connections to the Navajo writing in the floors at DIA and the dead Native American women seen in the Tanguma murals.

When asked, DIA spokespeople laugh-off the notion that the music has anything to do with angry spirits or that the land where the airport sits was a burial site for ancient tribes. Noting that little archeological evidence of Indian burial sites has ever been found around DIA, they surmise that the rumor had its origin in a ceremony that was performed around the time of  DIA’s groundbreaking in the late-80’s by various Native American shaman to bless the new facility. Anything else is pure conjecture, they assert.

What they don’t mention is the secret ceremony conducted on the grounds of the airport in 1995.
That April, coalition of Native American spiritual leaders from around the country performed a night-time ceremony at several sites around the airport to put ancient spirits to rest that were disturbed by the construction of the multi-billion dollar airport. They were part of an official city group under the Webb administration called the “DIA Spiritual Resolution Committee.”

Members included representatives of the Cheyenne and Arapaho tribes who said they had discovered several sites where the spirits had been disturbed, said an article in the Rocky Mountain News. The city and the airport even paid for leaders of the Montana Cheyenne to come to Denver calm the Indian ghosts. At the time, one of the group’s members told another reporter that “Whenever [spirits] are disturbed, it seems like bad things come about.”

Well....now about the Stanley.  Well guesst what?  You are going to have to wait until tomorrow.  I am almost finished but I want it to be really good for you guys so you'll just have to be patient....until tomorrow....ENJOY YOUR HALLOWEEN WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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