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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.

7/01/2015

UPDATE ON THE MCPIKE MANSION-ALTON ILLINOIS

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OMG!!! Hi everyone!!! Did you guys think I forgot you?  Never!!!  Sorry I have had two back to back trips and just flat have not had the time to sit down and blog.  But I promise I will be posting parts of the McPike Mansion investigation this weekend.

Let me tell you, it did not disappoint!!! This is a very HAUNTED place!!!  We had soooo many experiences I probably will have to post about it in different parts.  Anyway, among some of the personal experiences I had were being touched, hearing real time voices, feeling a very DARK presence around me.....and did I mention that as we are down in an abandon underground cellar, there is a violent thunderstorm going on outside with LOTS of lightening and wind howling through the walls!!!  Anyway, you guys aren't going to want to miss this!

And the American Ghost Society Conference was GREAT as usual and I want to give a special THANK YOU to Michele Pellegrino of White Dog Paranormal for letting stay with her for the week.  I had a BLAST!!!  And thank you Anthony Pellegrino for all the great fun to and from the conference.

Now, before I go.....I want you guys to know I have so MUCH to tell you about my trip to Chicago.  Not only was the investigation great BUT the OTHER THINGS that we experienced with an app called GHOST RADIO was unreal as was the paranormal experiences going on in Michele's apartment!!

Anyway, you guys have a GREAT July 4th, and be safe!!!!!!

Here are just a few pics to give you an idea about what the mansion looked like.  See if you can see in the last picture the picture of a baby's face in the window, I know it isn't very good, I was trying to snap it from my phone for you guys to see.  I'll post the original this weekend.









6/16/2015

THE EXTREMELY HAUNTED MCPIKE MANSION-A FAMILY THAT LIVES TOGETHER...STAYS TOGETHER...EVEN AFTER DEATH!!!

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 I can't wait!!!  Headed to Chicago in a couple days and off to the American Ghost Society Conference with our affiliate White Dog Paranormal and close friends Anthony and Michele!   We are doing an overnight investigation at the EXTREMELY haunted McPike Manson!!!!  You can Youtube and Google tons about this mansion.  I visited the house several years ago, so that I would do a re-post of my experience.  Not to mention this is one of the places that I believe to have captured two of the most awesome apparitions ever!!!...


RE-POST:  
So, this is McPike Mansion in Alton, Il.  I had a great time here.  For a small town, it is covered with haunted history.  So much to do here.  



Now, here's my story.  I went up to Alton, Il for one of the annual American Ghost Society's Conference.  I registered late, and therefore, missing out on an investigation of the famous "McPikes" mansion.  I was soooooo bummed!!!  So, on my way to the airport, returning from my trip, I was talking to the cab driver.  He asked me if I got to do everything I wanted and I said "no".  I missed out on an investigation on the old McPikes Mansion.  He said, no problem.  I know where it is, if you would like to go there before catching your flight.  ARE YOU KIDDING!!!!! YESSSS I would love to go there.

So, off we went. After a short drive, he pulled up in the driveway of the McPikes Mansion.  No one was there because it is abandoned and most people go at night.  I got out of the cab and walked just a little ways up in the front yard, because there are NO TRESPASSING signs posted everywhere. I just kinda walked around the front yard taking pictures.  I got back in the cab just feeling awesome that I got to at lease see the outside of the mansion.  Of course, that cab driver got a GREAT tip!!!!!

When I got home I downloaded my pics and my last pics were of the mansion.  My first thought was, wow what a beautiful old mansion and what it must have been like to live here.  THEN.... I looked at my pictures and little closer and couldn't believe my eyes!  I believe there are two people, well one man and a young girl in the window on the second floor.  I could see them clearly!!!  I was sooo excited!!!

If you look close, (may have to enlarge) you can see a little girl's face and to me, appears to be screaming... or with her mouth open.  And right behind her, standing up, looks like a man, maybe with a beard, one of those that goes around the sides of a mans face up to his sideburns.  I don't know.  What do you think?  Mr. McPike or another resident ghost?

I have included below some information about the McPikes Mansion.  And a video of one of the best EVP's I have ever heard!!! Get ready to feel that "chill run down your back" as you can plainly hear in the CREEPIEST voice ever say the word HENRY after the guy ask "what is your name?".  Don't miss it.


 The house was built in 1869 by architect Lucas Pfeiffenberger.  Original owner of the Mansion was Henry Guest McPike.  The McPike family owned 15 acres of land, then known as Mount Lookout Park.  Here McPike, a horticulturist, perfected his McPike Grape.  The family lived in this, their country home, until 1936.

The house has changed hands several times since its original owner Henry McPike.  The building has been home to Browns Business College and was later owned by Paul Laichinger, who rented rooms in the house to other occupants.  The house has not been occupied since the 1950's.  Before weather and vandals brought extensive damage to the structure, it was a regal addition to the Illinois town of Alton.  There is even two small tombstones that are located at the back of the house .  Who they belong to or who may call them "home" is unknown.

The mansion featured 11 marble fireplaces and beautifully carved stairway banisters, all of which have been stolen during its abandonment. Intricate carved trim still border the ceiling in one of the front rooms.  McPike Mansion today is owned by Sharyn and George Luedke who have been trying to nurture this great house back to its regal state.  It is readily known today for its hauntings in paranormal circles. The grounds are often visited by ghost hunters and haunted tour groups in the area.  It is not uncommon to find in photos of the mansion, orbs, balls of light, even figures appearing in the windows that were not seen by the human eye when the photo was taken.

This Grand Ole House is thought to still house many of the spirits that once lived here.  Many Psychics and Mediums have felt the presence of what they believe to be McPike family, servants, as well as some of those who resided in and owned the house since 1936.

Can't wait to get back and write about this next trip!!!!

6/09/2015

BERACHAH HOME CEMETERY-UNWANTED INFANTS STILL SEARCHING....

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It's hard to believe that a community or that our society could turn our backs on "unwed" mothers and girls with know place to go....but that is EXACTLY what happened back in 1894.  These were VERY hard times if you were an "unwed" mother or a young girl that had "fallen out of grace" with your family or community.  But for one man and his wife, we ALL have a place in this world, even for those "others" may have discarded.



The Berachah Home was established on Rescue Hill on South Cooper Street in Arlington, Texas, May 14, 1903.   Reverend James Tony (J.T.) Upchurch, the Home's founder, initially established the Berachah Rescue Society in Waco, Texas, in 1894 for the purpose of redeeming and aiding prostitutes and other "fallen" women. After some success, he and his wife Maggie Mae moved to the Oak Cliff area of Dallas, Texas, in 1903 to continue the "mission" in Oak Cliff's slum areas. One newspaper account contends he was "driven away [from Waco] by angry fellow Methodist church members who opposed his missionary work with prostitutes."  
Arlington’s Lost Cemetery of Infants – A Surprisingly Cheery Tale
 A trip to Arlington resulted in the purchase of the original twenty-seven acres of land for the establishment of the Berachah Home for homeless, usually pregnant, girls. These girls came from Texas and the surrounding states to have their babies and learn to care for themselves. Adoption was not allowed as Reverend Upchurch believed mothers and children should not be separated.  He had three rules that must be followed....each girl must work and attend church on Sunday.  And for those "expecting" must care for their baby for at least one year before giving it up for adoption.  Sounds like a GREAT deal to me!!!
During the next thirty-two years, the Home expanded to include forty more acres, purchased in 1928, a hospital/clinic, nursery, dormitory, dormitory and dining room named Hammil Hall, printing shop, handkerchief factory, chapel, office building, schoolhouse, auditorium, barn, and a cemetery.

The girls were kept busy working in the printing shop, gardening, operating the handkerchief factory, teaching at the school, and working at the hospital/clinic.

The Home was funded by Dallas-Fort Worth area businessmen. It was primarily for the contributors that Reverend Upchurch published The Purity Journal, to keep them informed about the Home's affairs.

The Home closed in 1935 for reasons not clearly known, but perhaps due to competition from the Edna Gladney Home in Fort Worth, or because of Reverend Upchurch's poor health. It was reopened later that year as an orphanage, the Berachah Child Institute, by Reverend Upchurch's daughter Allie Mae and her husband, Reverend Frank Wiese. In 1942 the property was purchased by the Christian Missionary Alliance. Reverend Wiese attempted to get the Dallas Church of the Nazarene to take over the Berachah Child Institute in 1941, but the offer was rejected. The University of Texas at Arlington purchased the property in 1963 and is the current owner.  On March 7, 1981, an historical marker was erected at the cemetery site, the only surviving structure on Rescue Hill.
Arlington’s Lost Cemetery of Infants – A Surprisingly Cheery Tale
Arlington’s Lost Cemetery of Infants – A Surprisingly Cheery Tale
I can only IMAGINE the pain and suffering these girls must have felt being all alone with know place to go and knowing they were about to be Mothers!  And the children.....what about the children???  Did they, the ones that were lucky enough to survive child birth(something very difficult to do back then), and their Mothers chose to keep them....did they get "shunned" by the community...........get "picked on" of because of where they lived and who their mother was????? 

There is nothing left of this place now except a small cemetery where "unsettled" spirits seem to still cry out for families they never knew.  Children still searching for their mothers.....  By locals, it is known as "the cemetery of infants".  A PAINFUL PAST of memories.

Reports of ghostly shadows, children crying, and toys suddenly appearing can be found in this small cemetery. Some of its' head stone markers only have numbers on them because the child died to young to even be given a name.  And several ONLY have a first name on them.  This was to protect the mother's identity.  I LOVE communicating with children spirits so I will be visiting this place VERY SOON!!! They won't be lonely for long....:) I want to give a SHOUT OUT to Tui Snider for writing about this place in her book Paranormal Texas, Your Travel Guide to Haunted Places near Dallas & Fort Worth.  I would have not known about it otherwise.

 

6/02/2015

THE MEANING OF DREAMS-THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY

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I have lots of people ask me about dreams.  What do they mean??? Can our loved ones REALLY communicate with us through dreams?  The simple answer is "yes" the more difficult question is "what does it all mean"?

We dream in five stages of sleep:

Stage 1-This is the lightest stage of sleep, the transition phase, where you feel yourself drifting off.
Stage 2-Your brain activity starts to slow down, as well as your heart rate and breathing. Your body temperature falls a little and you're beginning to reach a state of total relaxation in preparation for the deeper sleep to come.
Stage 3-is the start of deep sleep, also known as slow wave sleep. During stage 3, your brain waves are slow "delta waves," although there may still be short bursts of faster of brain activity (also known as beta-waves).
Stage 4-this is the one when you experience your deepest sleep of the night. Your brain only shows delta-wave (slow wave) activity, and it's difficult to wake someone up when they're in Stage 4 of sleep.
Stage 5-This is the stage of sleep when you dream. It is also referred to as "active sleep" or REM sleep, which stands for the rapid eye movements that characterize Stage 5. During REM sleep, your blood flow, breathing, and brain activity increases. An EEG would show that your brain is about as active as it is when you're awake.


When you are in Stage 5 of sleep, this is when you are most relaxed and all your "defenses" are down.  You know...the ones where you "analyze" everything you see and do.  If you see a door open by itself, well then it MUST have been the wind, the "transparent" lady in the corner MUST be a reflection in the mirror of something.  When ALL your "defenses"(that's what I call it anyway) are down, it makes it easy for spirits to show themselves to you or give you a message in your dreams because you aren't trying to "block" them (again, my words) with trying to come up with a rational explanation as to what you are seeing or hearing.

Dreams can be very comforting and also very scary!  Below is a site that I found very interesting about "what your dreams means".  I can't say that I agree with ALL the logic or explanations of the site but I found some of the analysis to be very insightful.

Maybe this site will offer you some explanation as to what your dream means to you.   And hey....if you still don't get the answer your looking for...write me...and I will give you BECKS TWO CENTS on it. LOL

http://www.dreamsleep.net/dreamthemes/feelings-dream-meanings.html

 

5/26/2015

NATIVE GROUNDS, AN OLD SCHOOL HOUSE BUILT OVER AN OLD WATER WELL AND NOW A HOTEL WHERE DEAD PEOPLE ROAM THE HALLS! NO WONDER THERE ARE GHOSTS HERE!!!

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 It was from  the roof of the seven-story Hotel San Carlos in Phoenix, that 22-year old Leone Jensen decided to end her life. She was dressed in a white evening gown as she had expected to enjoy a night on the town with her boyfriend. After her dreams for a wonderful night of dancing were shattered, she decided she could not live with a broken heart. After writing a suicide note she made her way to the roof of the brand new hotel in 1928, looked over the edge to the streets below, and jumped to her death, thus giving Phoenix its first suicide.

This is in a frame on one of the
floors.  It's newspapers clipping
from the death of Leone.




Leone's suicide note.



I just this weekend got to visit this wonderful hotel.  I did not get to investigate because the staff at the front desk is VERY strict about you "looking for ghosts".  The lady at the desk didn't want to answer any of my questions about the hauntings at the hotel.  She would not even let me walk around and see the hotel.  So, I sat in the lobby trying to figure a way to walk around and take some pictures(for you guys of course).  From where I was sitting I could see a staircase behind where you catch the elevators.... HHHUUMMM I could just "walk" up to the floors and look around........so I got up and walked slowly to the staircase....trying not to bring any attention to myself and much to my surprise....you had to have a KEY just to use the stairway.  I thought this was really unusual because most of the time stair ways are for emergencies or if the elevators doesn't work.  Why would you have to have a KEY just to go up the stairs???  I'm guessing....there's something they don't want you to see.





Now, before you jump in your car and head out to this place, let me warn you..... the lobby area is extremely small, the smallest one I have ever seen as a matter of fact and there are camera's everywhere!!!  So if you CAN get permission I would and if you can't...... don't say I didn't warn you. :)

Now, I am just going to leave it at this.....Deak and I where able to get upstairs and take a look around.  Enough said..... :)

Ever since that night of May 7, 1928, guests of the Hotel San Carlos have reported many sightings of her ghost. Typically, she is seen as the "white cloud of a woman's figure, accompanied by unexplainable breezes". While some guests may find the idea of the hotel being haunted either exciting or frightening, it has become an accepted responsibility for working at the hotel. For example, the housekeeping staff are so superstitious that they refuse to work on a floor alone; it has become standard procedure now that they work in teams of two or three, no matter what floor they work on.
Business Center.
The ladies restroom.
 
 

The ladies restroom.


This orb is right by the Marilyn Monroe's suite.
 


Most of the hallways look the same.
Leone is probably the most famous permanent resident of the San Carlos, but she is by no means the only ghost. Guests have also reported hearing the sounds of at least three or four children running up and down the hallways, laughing and playing. The story of these children can be traced to a history before the hotel was built, but I shall take a moment and go even further into our prehistory.

Jumping backwards in time roughly 400 years, the Native American tribe known to us today as the Hohokam, made the Rio Salado valley their home. In the heart of this valley, an underground countercurrent water spring provided refreshment to the tribe. The natives worshipped their god of Knowledge and Learning at this spot. They believed that from this spring came mahchig, or great knowledge. Whatever great wisdom they gleaned there however was lost when the tribe was forced to move on. It was the modern Pima tribes who named them huhugam, or "those who have gone."

Fast forward again to the early settlement of Phoenix, this very same spring was re-discovered and tapped with a well. Phoenix's very first schoolhouse was built on this site in 1874, with this well water providing refreshment to a new generation of students. It was a one-room adobe building with a dirt floor, but it served the humble forefathers of our town well. Five years later, in 1879, that building was replaced with a two-story brick building - only the fourth brick building in Phoenix. At that time, it was the northernmost building along Center Street, now known as Central Avenue. In 1893, the brick schoolhouse was expanded to sixteen rooms.


The haunted pool area on the 3rd floor.



 It was at some time during the late 1890's that we have different accounts of three or four boys drowning in the well. The school building was eventually declared unsafe, condemned, and the property put up for sale in 1916. Could these be the boys who can still be heard playing in the hallways of the Hotel San Carlos?

This very special well is still in use today; it resides in the basement of the Hotel San Carlos. It serves as the sole source of water to the guests of the hotel. The San Carlos is the only building in Phoenix that is not part of the city's water supply. Even today, hotel guests remark to the staff about the high quality of the cool, refreshing water that comes from the original, antique brass fixtures in their rooms.

The penthouse that resides on the roof has a very interesting story of its own to tell. Charles Harris owned half of the hotel, and also managed it with his wife Elsie and their two sons. Mr. Harris had the penthouse built on the roof for his family to live in. When Charles Harris died in 1946 of natural causes, the hotel went into his family trust. The Harris family moved out and let the trust take over management of the hotel. The original intention was to rent the penthouse out to VIP guests, including some of the many Hollywood actors who frequented the hotel. However, to this day, the penthouse has never and will never be rented out. Yet, work is always being done to maintain it. Electricity is still supplied to it, and it is kept air-conditioned. An expensive proposition to say the least, especially if there are no living guests staying in the penthouse.



In the elevator.
Behind this rod iron door, is the basement
with the well still used today for the water
source for the hotel.



Misc. items from the hotels past.

In the lobby.


    
Beautiful antique elevators.


Is this an orb?

Could this be one of the children that is
said to play in the halls???



A larger view.

 

5/19/2015

SHEPPTON MINE DISASTER-A SECRET FROM TWO SURVIVORS THAT THEY SWORE NEVER TO TALK ABOUT.

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This is kinda' a long story but an AMAZING TRUE ONE!!!

Over fifty years ago,  in Hazelton, Pennsylvania, two men wearing football helmets and parachute harnesses, were guided through a borehole to safety on the morning of August 27, 1963.  The two men had a secret between them that they felt the world would never believe!!!  But when their fourteen-day ordeal was revealed to the public, the strange revelations of their experiences where told.

Fellin, who was fifty-eight at the time, recalled Throne, the twenty-four year old worker had been buried alive.  David Fellin thought the world should know who had given them the strength to survive.  Both men, interviewed separately, described with amazing accuracy their visitor,
who had stayed with them during the last eight days of their ordeal when they'd all but given up.  Who was the dedicated spirit that made its presence known?  Who never left them......who never gave up on them......None other than Pope John XXIII, who had died just weeks before.  David recalle da span of time when he left his body, saw a beautiful marble door, and witnessed scores of Egyptian men going about their work.  He was in awe at the sight before him, as he studied the men building pyramids.  He went on to say that the Egyptians did not move the stones as many people over the centuries have thought.  Rather, twenty-five men carrying buckets of sand and water poured the mix into wooden forms and built each million ton block one at a time.

There may be some that think Fellin and Throne were hallucinating.  Fellin swore an oath on the Bible, that everything he experienced while trapped in the mine was true.  He passed at least two polygraph tests about his experience trapped in the mine.  In 2002, a researcher studying the pyramids shared his revelation that, just as David Fellin had seen, each block was created from "cement" being poured into a form.

Here is there story:

On the morning of Aug. 13, a frantic call came in to the newsroom at The Standard-Speaker. There had been a cave-in at a coal mine near Sheppton and three miners were entombed.
The loss of three miners was initially of little interest elsewhere in the world but five days later, on Aug. 18, 1963, contact was made with two of the miners underground, and it became a sensational human-interest story.

Louis Bova, 54, of Pattersonville, near Shenandoah, the third miner entombed that morning, had been separated from the other two and his body was never found.
But for those first six days, Fellin, then 58, of Sheppton, and Throne, then 28, of Hazleton, courageously faced what appeared to be certain death.

Fellin, a miner for more than four decades, knew there was nothing the rescue party of volunteers could do to reach them.
There was only one entrance or exit - known as a slope - at the Oneida No. 2 mine, which was actually located outside the geographical limits of the Village of Sheppton midway between Hazleton and Shenandoah.
However, rescuers couldn't enter the slope because of additional rumblings deep inside, as well as the presence of hazardous gas.  So, for several days, officials of the state Department of Mines and Mineral Industries as well as members of the rescue party could do very little but watch and wait.
Meanwhile, Fellin and Throne were simply trying to stay alive.

Fellin, co-owner of the mine with Gene Gibbons, was semi-retired and no longer a full-time miner. But that morning, he descended underground with Throne and Bova to show them what he wanted them to do and also help load a metal mine car that ran on railroad tracks and hauled the coal to the surface.  When the first buggy was loaded, Bova pulled a cord that signaled the hoisting engineer in a small building topside to activate the mechanical hoist and pull the car out of the mine.

That first buggy made it about halfway to the surface when, suddenly, it stopped and the earth began quaking about 100 feet above the three miners.  Within seconds, Fellin, Throne and Bova heard louder rumbling above them just as a long electrical cord inside the gangway snapped and began dancing wildly, sparking electrical current.  Fellin knew the miners would be electrocuted if they came in contact with the live wire, so he led Bova and Throne to a small chamber off the main gangway. When they entered the small enclosure - only about 2 feet wide and 9 to 10 feet long - the rumbling intensified and it appeared that tons of dirt, rock and coal were about to cascade down on them.  Just then, Bova noticed a different chamber a short distance away and began running toward it. It was a fatal mistake because, almost immediately, the worst of the cave-in occurred, filling the area where they had been working.

That was the last Fellin or Throne saw Bova, whose body was never recovered and who is remembered today by a tombstone at the site of the rescue.  While the initial rescue team was totally frustrated above ground, Fellin and Throne were doing what they could to survive below.
For almost an hour they sat side by side in the enclosure, which was hardly wide enough for one of them to squeeze past the other.

All the time - while waiting for the aftershocks of the first cave-in to subside - each pulled up his shirt and placed it over his nose and mouth because there was little letup in dust.  Finally, when the tremors had ended and the dust finally settled, they realized they had to find water.  Fellin was familiar with the mine and knew there was a reservoir of stagnant, sewer-smelling water beneath their feet. So he used a broken tool to dig a small hole and, after it seemed to have hit a void, he grabbed an empty oil can, tied a rope to it and lowered it deep below him.  Soon, he was hauling up a can of putrid water.  Sipping it the first time, both Fellin and Throne spit it out. But after a few more sips, they began swallowing.

Next, the two miners had to combat the cold.  The temperature inside the mine hovered around 55 degrees but their clothes were wet and Fellin and Throne were shivering.  That's when Throne, sitting next Fellin with their backs to a wall, told his companion that he knew how he could make them warm. He told Fellin to sit between his legs and start rocking, which he did.  Each time they rocked, Throne had Fellin's shirt lifted and was blowing air down his back. Soon, both men were warm.
Fellin was amazed but Throne told him it was something he had been taught in the armed forces while stationed at a base in the far north.

They didn't have to face the other necessity - food - until the next day. That's when Fellin and Throne, who hadn't eaten for more than 24 hours, experienced serious hunger pain.  They were so hungry, in fact, that they attempted to eat the bark off timber that was holding up the roof of their chamber. But they spit it out when they realized they couldn't swallow it.  Then, suddenly, Fellin told Throne that he believed he had a way to "feed" them. He then got the can of water, held a finger to his Adam's apple and took a sip. Fellin then told Throne to do likewise.

After doing it a few times, both realized they were no longer hungry.  Fellin explained that, for some reason, he remembered seeing movie newsreels in which Mahatma Gandhi would be shown in the midst of his many long hunger strikes, subsisting only on water. Fellin said he remembered that anytime Gandhi was shown taking a drink, he was pressing onto his Adam's apple.  Years later, Fellin said he had learned that the maneuver triggers a mechanism in the body that allows a person to live off body fats. He did that until food was sent down through a borehole after the rescue crew made contact.  'They're alive'!

On the surface, rescuers began to fear there was nothing they could do to save the miners, if they were even still alive.  When virtually all hope was lost, a million-in-one gamble was taken.
It was decided, as a last-ditch effort to satisfy the families of the miners, to drill a 6-inch-wide borehole in an attempt to reach the men buried more than 300 feet underground.

Drilling the hole took much of Aug. 17 and all of Aug. 18, but about 11 p.m. Aug. 18, a Sunday, a hole had been drilled to the proper depth. Just before midnight, a light and a microphone were lowered in an effort to establish contact with the miners.  A member of the rescue crew cupped his mouth over the borehole, got as close as he could to the ground and yelled: "Look for the light!"
He thought he had heard something, so he stood up and waved both arms, demanding total silence.
Once again he got on all fours and hollered, "Look for the light!" then cupped an ear to the borehole and excitedly jumped to his feet and screamed: "They're alive! I hear them! They're alive!"
Within minutes, the astounding news spread like wildfire around the world.

"MINE MIRACLE" was the giant headline across the top of the Los Angeles Times the next morning.  What followed was the patient drilling of larger boreholes, then the drilling of a 17 1/2-inch borehole with a drill loaned by one of eccentric billionaire Howard Hughes' companies.
People worldwide waited for a happy ending - and it finally came in the wee hours of Aug. 27, 1963.
First Throne, then Fellin were pulled to the surface wearing parachute harnesses and football helmets.
It was a scene that would be almost duplicated at the Quecreek bituminous mine in Somerset County in 2002.

There was a great difference in the two rescues, however.  At Somerset, high-tech scientific equipment was used to determine where the men might be underground.  In the cave-in and rescue near Sheppton, it was sheer guesswork - and a good deal of luck.  The original drill had traveled many miles to arrive at the site where the cave-in occurred. It was destined to drill the borehole near a wooden stake that indicated where the miners might be found, at the recommendation of state Bureau of Mining and United Mine Workers officials and veteran miners who had worked inside that mine years before.

But it didn't quite work out that way.  The truck carrying the drill broke down quite a distance from the stake. With little recourse and less time to waste, rescuers decided to sink the borehole there, and the rest is history.

And here is a News report on the disaster.

http://wnep.com/2013/08/13/remembering-a-dad-lost-in-the-sheppton-mine-disaster/

 

5/12/2015

3,800 UNEARTHED BODIES MOVED...GREAT PLACE FOR A COLLEGE CAMPUS!!! NOT!!!!

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In the midst of Oxbow Lake on the University of Texas/Texas Southmost College is an island that was once a National Cemetery.  However, in 1909, some 3,800 bodies were unearthed and moved to Alexandria, Louisiana.  After the cemetery was moved, the island became a mecca for hotels and retail stores.  However, it was later taken over by the college campuses and now houses a number of dormitories and is known as the "Village at Fort Brown."
 
The old fort morgue, was joined with a storage building in 1940, and now serves as Texas Southmost College office space.  During the forts heyday's, the morgue was used extensively by Dr. William Gorgas, who dissected bodies in order to study the Yellow Fever disease in a futile attempt to find a cure.  In any event, small objects leaping into the air, staff who have regularly felt a presence within their midst, and one who even had her hair pulled by an unseen entity.  Others report anomalies in their photographs including a solid dark image.
 
At the former Post Hospital, now called Gorgas Hall, and serving as the Administration Building for the campus, more strange events occur regularly.  Here, numerous patients with Yellow Fever were treated in the 1880's, as many of whom, unfortunately, died.  A ward on the second floor of the building was used for violent patients.  The most often anomalies are the face of former patients peering from the windows and captured on film, though that are apparently not seen with the human eye.  Witnesses have also claimed to see a "face" appear on the surface of the brick wall.
 
Others have reported seeing spirits roaming throughout the building including a doctor, a couple of nurses, and mourning woman dressed all in black.  The sounds of faint voices, footsteps, and other unexplainable noises are consistently heard in the building.  Other unearthly happenings include door knobs that seemingly move of their own accord, as well as objects transporting themselves.
 
In 1904, Commissary/Guardhouse building, now used as an art building, also has a record of hauntings.  Its basement continues to display the metal grated cell gates where prisoner's were once held.  Unfortunately, for the art students, their projects are often found to be missing or damaged.  Others report feeling cold drafts, hearing distant voices, having been touched  by unseen entities, and the sounds of scraping metal on the outside of the building.
 
The Little Chapel, which dates to 1868, also has its share of tales.  Though it was moved from its original location, the move evidently brought its spectral phenomena with it.  Here have been heard unearthly footsteps and inexplicable shadows and movements have been reported.
 
Tales of the Arnulfo L. Oliveira Memorial Library date back for decades.  One of the oldest storiest is of a night janitor who was startled when he stepped outside of the library to witness what appeared to be the full fort still in action.....cavalry soldiers on horseback and infantry soldiers marching on the former parade grounds.  Can you imagine seeing that!!!  That would be soooooo cool.  Oh back to the story....Other claims include the spirit of a young girl, appearing in 19th century attire, who appears on the second floor.
 
More reports tell of a malevolent phantom of an adult male who also appears on the second floor as well as a dark shadowy figure.  Staff also report items being mysteriously rearranged, mysterious chills, fans that turn on and off of their own accord, the sounds of creaks and rattling on the second floor, and more.
 
And I can't help but to tell you about the "ghostly puppy".  A little stray puppy is said to follow groups of people as they walk from class to class but when they sit down to pet the puppy it literally disappears!!!!!  aaaawwww....  And this story has been told by many of the students over the years.

This is defiantly one on my "top 5" list to visit this year...so stay tuned...... Have a great week everyone.....and if I haven't said it lately.....thanks for taking the time to sit down and read by "not so politically correct" blog on the crazy world of the paranormal.   :)