EVP

I finally figured out how to get the EVP off the recorder and onto the computer (In a roundabout way).I had to use the camera, so just ignore my thumb image.So this is the original EVP that prompted us to contact the Investigators.
While setting up the recorder, you will hear me say, "I think I've got it." Then you will hear a strange male voice. We think it says, "I am here." But you can judge for yourself.

Could be

I think I know now why things have gotten active again. Dennis contacted me today about our reveal. We're going to set it up for this coming weekend. I'm anxious, but yet nervous to see what they have.I'm sure I will be posting here as soon as we know.

Cologne?

Well, we still haven't figured out what's up with the new clock.Apparently, it is just not going to run between 3, and 5 am. But then starts back up after 5 am and runs fine. I have even changed the battery repeatedly, but that didn't help.

Last night I woke up to the smell of my husband cologne. Around one thirty this morning, the scent just filled the bedroom as if it had just been sprayed. Marty was sleeping soundly beside me. I turned over and fell back asleep.Exactly an hour later it does it again. I raised up and looked over at Marty's dresser. There sat his Cologne, as usual, with the lid on. Strange. How could it smell so strongly at random times?

1:12 PM
I was just washing up some dishes in the kitchen when I felt like someone was behind me. I turned to speak to Cari, but no one was there. I had a moment of sheer terror well up inside me. I turned back to the sink, not really wanting to turn my back on it. But afraid to acknowledge it. Then I felt an icy cold air blow against my bare legs. That's it. I went into the dining room to work on my graphics for a bit. This thing hasn't really scared me that much so far. I guess because I can't see anything. And it hasn't harmed anyone directly. But just then, I was really scared. And that was strange in itself. This has to be the first time I have felt that kind of fear......

Interesting

We had some major storms last night. But I didn't think anything about it.I had our dog on my mind yesterday. One of the boys we have had the longest just had major surgery, and I was thinking about him when I went to bed.Woke up a few times during the night. Nothing unusual. The clocks went off at six this morning. I reach up and turned off the electric clock and then reach for the wind-up clock, my hand bumped it and knocked it over., it went silent, good enough. Marty and I got up. Marty went to make coffee, and I noticed the coffee pot had already turned off. (It has a two-hour delay on it.) And it had been set for five . Why was it off? I made a fresh pot, not wanting stale coffee.We got our coffee and sat down at our computers.About fifteen minutes later, the alarm clock goes off in the bedroom.Now that's strange. Maybe I just didn't have it off good enough when I bumped it over? I went to turn it off.I picked it up and looked at it. 6 AM? I showed it to Marty. That was strange that the clock was showing 6 am. I looked at the clock on the stove, 7:30? No. It is about 6:45. The clock on the coffee pot is now reading 8:00 AM. OK. Wait just a minute. I know that storms can knock off the power and screw up the clocks. But when that happens it's ALL clocks. Not just random ones.And my clocks are jumping all over the place this morning. Yet the clock on the microwave appears to be fine. Marty and I discuss how strange it is. Then kind of forget about it.About an hour later, our DIL gets up and comes into the kitchen. Marty and I both say good morning. She sleepily, peers at us through squinted eyes, and says, "What time is it?" My clocks are all screwed up...........

quite

I am amazed at how quite it has been the last few days. Of course, we still get the random voice or something out of place. But WOW. This has been really nice. Wonder what's up?
I know a lot of you have asked. And we are still waiting for our reveal. As soon as we know something, we will share. :)

Storms. Inside and out.

We had sever storms most of the night last night. And may or may not have contributed to the activity.

As we got ready for bed, we naturally shut down the computers.Upon doing this, I realized that my house had not been totally dark since the investigation.I considered setting up a cam but brushed that thought quickly aside.Nothing was going to happen, and I shouldn't be expecting it to. So with that thought, Marty and I settle into bed to watch some TV. As we are laying there, Marty says, do you feel that? I hadn't noticed it until he spoke.But the fan that was standing in the doorway and blowing across our bed had actually stopped blowing on us. As if something was standing directly in front of the fan, blocking the air. This only lasted about 30 seconds, then was gone.A bit later, as we still watched TV, I felt a sudden hot air on my face.Best described as, someone breathing in your face. And then the stench was horrible! Marty yells at the dog for this and tells him to get off the bed. I said,"It's odd that I felt that with him laying down there at your feet." Marty's response, "You felt that too? But little did we know then, Chris and Cari on the other end of the house, we're pretty much going through the same thing, at the same time.
Finally, we turn off the TV and get ready for sleep.Marty drifted off rather quickly. While my new medication was keeping me awake.As I lay there waiting for the sleep that was eluding me, I felt the sheet trembling on my right arm. My thought...It's just the fan blowing on you. My response..Then why are you no longer feeling the fan blowing your face and hair? Then that very second, the sheet is roughly yanked down to my waist! My heart began to race. It took me a moment to realize what just happened. I blamed the dog. But soon realized the dog had been under the sheet with me and hadn't moved.So I reach down and pull the sheet back up.Then I turn over and snuggle to Marty. Well now, my back is to the door, and this feels just creepy. So I turn back over and face the door. Our cell phones are lending enough light to see around the room. So I lay there looking around, then I hear Chris come up the hall. I wait for the kitchen light to come on........nothing. So I wait to see the light from the refrigerator.........nothing. Then I hear the footsteps in the hall again. (Chris and Cari heard the exact same steps from their room.) I finally ask Marty if he is sleeping. He says, No. I say It's starting to get creepy. He says i know. Just try to go to sleep.At that time we hear a woman's voice speak. I couldn't make out what she said. But I asked Marty if he had heard that. He says, yes, 'It was a woman's voice." I say, NO!! THAT WAS MY VOICE!! We had just heard me talking. But I wasn't saying a word.........

Fed up

Well, the last few days have been relatively quiet. Not so much for the nights though.

Marty and I went to bed a few nights ago, were laying there trying to drift off when we heard this strange tapping on our bed.The dogs alerted to it. But we couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.After a while, it just stopped.

And for the past few nights (Exactly 3 nights in a row). I have gone to bed just fine. I will be laying there watching TV, then all of a sudden get a sharp burning pain where I have been scratched.It hasn't been the three scratches like I expected, and have had before. But just a single long scratch down my leg, that burns like fire.It's always my leg, but never the exact same spot.I am sick and tired of this!
I am sick to death of the whole blasted thing!

My health continues to decrease, and I can't help but wonder if this is not all tied together somehow.
I need answers. I continue to search......but none is forthcoming (Sigh)

The dog, an escape artist?

Late yesterday afternoon, we noticed that every time someone in the house closed the bathroom door, it would reopen itself. We checked the catch on it. Closed it and pushed it.It would not open in the closed position. We walk back into the kitchen, and it opens itself. Usually, I would have just left it open and forgot about it. BUT, I had a female Pit Bull locked in there yesterday, due to the heat outside. And I just couldn't have her getting out and roaming around the house.We had to finally put her back outside. Because no matter what we did that door just wasn't going to stay closed.We have never had that problem before.

Today has been quite so far.

Set up the camera

After all the activity we had on Wednesday, I had asked Marty to set up the cam that night.(Nothing ever happens when the cam is running. And I needed sleep.) Well, he forgot to do it, and we go to bed as usual. Sometime during the night I half woke up and turned over. Marty was snoring lightly beside me, on his side, with his knees bent. I had just turned onto my side, and straightened my legs, making a point to flex my ankles, when I got this horrible hard scratch down the bottom of my foot! Our Boston Terrier was sleeping at the foot of the bed on Marty's side.The dog immediately lept up barking and growling like he was ready for war.Marty woke up and scolded the dog. I was too shocked to move or say anything. The dog then lay his head across my feet, with a constant low growl. Marty went right back to snoring. And I lay there for what seemed like forever, not moving, just listening (And feeling) the dog growling as he lay across my feet.I knew in my heart there was no explaining how I just got scratched.There is no footboard at the foot of our bed.There was just no explaining it.So you start wondering if you dreamed it since you weren't entirely awake. But feeling the burn from the scratch, and hearing my dog growl told me it wasn't a dream. I don't know how long it was before I drifted off again.Only to be awoken wide awake by hearing the picture frame above our bed hitting the wall. What the crap? Maybe the fan is causing it to bump? But it has never done that before, and we run the fan every night. OK. Well, the fan IS causing it tonight. And I'm going with that. So I drift back off to sleep thinking, if we had only turned on the cam, nothing would have happened, and I would have gotten a good nights sleep.

Activity

Today has been interesting. As Cari and I were cleaning the house this morning, when I heard my Bostons toy going off.Well, i had my little dog gated off in my bedroom while I was cleaning. I turned to look at him, and he didn't have the toy in his mouth. It was still making noise. So I walked over and expected to see it laying beside him.It wasn't. I turned back to the kitchen, and I saw it light up just as it sounded again.
It was laying on the kitchen table! It would randomly activate itself. This has NEVER happened before. So I was lucky enough to grab the webcam and get it set up in time to catch this.Check out the Video link on the right-hand side of the page.The ball is laying in front of the pink and white coffee cup. Just be patient.It will light up for you.

Foot steps

For the most part, things have been pretty quiet.But, yesterday Cari and I were sitting at the computer desks when it sounded like someone was walking up the hall. For a split second, I had a chill run down my spine, as I knew we were the only two in the house. We both quickly turned to look over our shoulders, and just as usual, there was nothing there, and the footsteps stopped.These were loud footsteps. No mistaking what we heard. And the house was totally quite at the time. The only sounds were us typing on the keyboards.Maybe i should leave the camera rolling during the day?

Quiet? Or maybe not...

The last couple of days have been kind of quite. Which happens from time to time.But usually, once we let our guard down, something big will happen.For the past two nights, we didn't run any cameras.And things were quite for the most part.

Tuesday afternoon, Cari and I were working at the computers, when we both turned to look at each other. I say, "Did you just hear that?" Cari just smiles and says, "yep."We both turned back to our computers.We had both heard a young woman laugh. Very noticeable in the quite room.But odd, because it's always been a male voice that we hear.Do we have a different one now? Great! Now it's like double the trouble.

This morning was sort of strange, as I woke up with my pajamas half off.That has never happened before.And I don't remember waking at all last night.As usual, Marty got a good laugh out of it. And I was a bit creeped out. Not scared, mind you. But it leaves me a bit confused and wondering. Maybe I need to set up a cam in the bedroom.

I have two cams running today to see if we can capture the female voice.