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Behind Every Cloud is a Kindred Spirit (BECKS)I lost my grandfather when I was 17. I had a VERY difficult time getting over it. How could I 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 to do with the "afterlife" and that started it all...the love of Ghost Hunting and the Paranormal. I have been researching the paranormal for over 37 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 explainable 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.



Old Ellerbe Road School, Shreveport, LA.

What an eerie place?  And the hauntings associated with the Old Ellerbe Road School are just as scary!!!

Reportedly, an evil janitor from the school, molested a collection of children then gathered them up, locked them in the gym, and set fire to the building, leaving them to burn alive.  It is said that the mournful cries of children can still be heard throughout the crumpled remains.  

One night a group of teen's decided to find out if the tales were true or not, so without permission, they stepped over the fence, disregarding the "do not disturb" sign and went in.  By the fading beam of their flashlight, they walked past the graffiti-covered walls and took in the sight of the devastation.  There before them, in place of lockers loomed a life-size mural of the grim reaper.  Not deterred, they continued on.  Slowly, they walked through overgrown weeds and dirt-filled halls until they reached their final destination, the gym.  They could tell by the black, charred bleachers that they had found what they were looking for. 

As they stood there in silence, as all of the sudden the stories seem to be true that were rushing through their heads.  All of the sudden, the door slams shut!  The sound of a school bell ringing echoed in the charred walls, and muffled cries of children calling out for help and many calling out for "mommy"!!!!

Terrified, the group ran out of the building.  Whether or not the experience will fade from their memory, we will have to wait and see.

How tragic is this story???  If you have ever been to the Old Ellerbe Road School, I would love to hear what you think about it. 

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