Check out this video, recorded by Loralie, that took place at one of our investigations at a haunted antique shop. We were in one of the front rooms, sitting around a table and asking questions. During this time when the lights on the screen are active, Loralie felt a distinct presence in the room that felt like something was sitting on her lap and then as soon as the activity stopped, it was gone.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
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Then we want to hear from you! If you've got a true story to tell, then drop us a line. Give us all of the details, share any pictures that you might have. As a Ghost Writer, the content is up to you.
Visit us on Facebook at http://facebook.com/SpooksPGH and send us a message that you've got a story to share (please do not send us the story yet - we'll send you information on how to submit).
If you're story is selected to be featured on our website, we'll send you a FREE SPOOKS PITTSBURGH t-shirt to say THANKS!
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Ghost Writer Feature Story: Powers of the Subconscious
As told by Victoria Collier, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I have always been gifted with the ability of knowing things before they happen through premonitions and dreams that come true. I cannot control these premonitions, they just happen. I have had them since I was a kid and as I was growing up. Of course, I have only told people who have been there to witness these events and people who believe or share the same ability. When I was 23, I was approached by a complete stranger, a man, who walked right up to me out of nowhere. He told me I was clairvoyant. He told me he knew because he was, too. He went on to tell me details about where I lived and my life events. He told my friend details about his life. He was dead on, and there is no way that he could have known those things. My friend and I were from completely different states and did not grow up together. He said that he could help me sharpen my ability. He gave me his card then left. I never contacted him because my ability is a little unsettling. It is scary to know something is going to happen and not know what to do about it. When I was young, I just wrote it off as a coincidence. After all these years, too many things have happened that it is no longer possible to be a coincidence. This is also true for the paranormal events that I have witnessed throughout my life. Events that are unmistakably real. The story to follow is one such event.
If you know me, you are well aware of the strange happenings surrounding my house, family, friends and me. I have been living in my house with my son (now 17), three dogs, and a cat for 12 years. The inexplicable activity is common.
Friday, September 11th: I had a dream that my son phoned me out of the blue. He asked me to call his orthodontist. He wanted to get his permanent retainer off. This is a metal bar that was placed behind his lower, front teeth so they do not shift after his braces were removed.
He has had the retainer on since he was 8. He has never asked about it.
Saturday, September 12th: My son left to go hang out with his friends. He was gone for about an hour. It was a rainy, cold day. I was sitting on my couch watching TV. My son called me. This surprised me because if you know any 17 year old boys, they never call their mom - especially when they just left the house an hour ago and are out with friends. I answered, “Hello”. He didn’t even say hello back. He said, “Hey can you call the doctor so I can get this retainer off?” I told him I dreamt last night that he called me and said the exact thing.
I normally share stories like this with my friend, Autumn.
Tuesday, September 15th: It was a long day at work. I called my son while driving between jobs. He was sitting on his friend Jeff’s porch with some other boys. He said they were going to head to the skate park later.
During my class, I receive a call from the hospital. My son had been admitted, due to a dislocated shoulder. His two friends, Jeff and Q, were there with him. I was worried about him. This would be the fourth time he dislocated his shoulder since January. He said he was ok, his friends would ride him home when he was finished having it put into place. I finished teaching my night class and called my son. He said he was still at the hospital, but almost finished. He asked if he could go get something to eat with his friends. I told him it was ok, as long as he wasn’t too long. To my surprise, he came in the door right after I did. He said he had to get a hoodie because it was cold. He left out the back door, closing it tightly. We always use the back door.
I got comfortable and sat on the couch to watch TV. My 115 pound German Shepherd and my 250 pound Leonberger were laying by the front door, while my smaller Jack Russel dog was laying on the couch with me. About 15 minutes after my son left, I heard the back door screech open. My dogs shot up from their slumber and ran towards the back door barking. I called out, “Cole?” I called out again as I got up to see who came in. I walked around the corner where my dogs stood looking at the door. They were no longer barking, and the door was halfway open. I hurried over to look outside, through the window and the back door to see if anyone was there. I closed and locked the door. I went to the front door and turned on the light to see if anyone was on the front street. I had a very eerie feeling and goosebumps. I know that nobody would walk into my house with my dogs. Plus, I have a screen door that I would hear open and close if someone was there. I was really freaked out. I relayed this message through text to Autumn, knowing she was probably sleeping. It was 10:48 pm.
I called my son and asked if he just got something out of the kitchen. He said, “No, I was just sitting on Jeff’s porch with friends.”
Wednesday, September 16th: I went to work the next day. Autumn apologized to me for not answering her text and explained that she was sleeping. I said, “I thought you would be.” I went on to tell her the events that happened. She replied:
That is so weird. I had a dream about your son. He was sitting on a porch with a bunch of boys, but it wasn’t your house. I had to keep focusing to see the house and porch.
She went on to tell me about her dream. I asked her to describe the house.
Skinny house, pointed roof, porch on the front of the house. Not metal railing, but closed in with steps. With an empty lot on the side of it.
She described my son’s friend, Jeff’s, house to a T. She described the house in the photo above. That is Jeff’s house. The boys were sitting on the porch. Autumn has never seen Jeff’s house.
Monday, May 4, 2015
Ghost Writer Feature Story: Becks Run Road
As told by Patrick McNicholas, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
As officer Murphy pulled up to the accident site, all he could see beyond the lights of the ambulance and first responders was mangled metal wrapped around a telephone pole. All he could hear was the sound of a young girl, who seemed to be the only survivor of the accident, screaming uncontrollably, “Where is she? Where is she? The woman in the woods! Where is she?”
Upon inspection of the accident scene, there looked to be two dead. It was tough to tell because the accident was pretty horrific and worse than he had seen on this road in a long time. The young teenager’s body in the front passenger side was contorted and twisted. The other was tossed at least 30 feet from the wreckage into the woods beyond the telephone pole and there was blood dripping from the open car door, as well as all over the blown out windshield.
Officer Murphy thought to himself, “My god! I can’t believe the amount of blood and carnage this time.”
Unfortunately, he had been in this situation quite a few times during his career with the Baldwin Police Force. Becks Run Road is known in this area as a very deadly road to travel on because of the unusually high amount of fatalities that the road has seen over the years. Every couple of years, the police are called out to clean up another car accident; but this time was different, this time he had a survivor.
The young girl looked to be about 16 years old and was pretty bruised up. It was obvious that she was very scared, but was talking and still coherent. When Officer Murphy approached her, she looked right in his eyes and said, “I saw her. I saw her and now they’re all dead!”
He asked her, “Who? Who did you see, tell me what happened so I can help you?”
She said they had been driving home from a party when they started down Becks Run Road.
“We had come around the first bend and I saw a figure walking on the side of the road. As we drove past I could see that it was an old woman in a long black shawl. The woman looked directly at me and had a stark white face, as white as a ghost, with black hollow eyes. We drove by her so fast that when I looked behind me, through the rear view mirror, she was gone, but as we moved further down the road, I saw her again. I yelled to Brandon and Mellissa, who were in the front seat, “Do you see her this time?”, but they weren’t paying attention. When I tried to point her out she was gone, it was like she had just disappeared. As we got to the bottom of the hill she appeared again on the road in front of us. We all saw her this time! Brandon swerved to miss her and that’s how we wrecked. When I came to, I could see her in the woods looking down on me. I could see her pale face in the moonlight and her eyes staring in to my soul.
“She is coming for me isn’t she? She is coming for me like she came for them!! Please don’t let her get me, don’t let her take me too!”, the girl screamed.
Officer Murphy couldn’t help but to think of the folklore that surrounds this road. This wasn’t the first time he had heard about an old woman who haunts this road and the woods surrounding it. Up until this point he always dismissed it as simply that, folklore, just an old story to tell kids so they slow down when they drive this road.
The young girl was becoming hysterical and needed medical care immediately; they took her away in an ambulance. As Officer Murphy surveyed the scene one last time, he noticed something very odd. Carved six feet above the mangled vehicle in to the telephone pole that the kids hit, was a strange symbol. It looked like a crescent moon with the letter ‘t’ in the center. It struck him odd and then he remembered where he had seen it before. A few years back he had responded to a call about a group of kids who had committed suicide together in the woods, right above where this accident had taken place. There was a water tower back there where the kids used to go and party. They found three kids dead, hanging from that tower; seared in to the side of the tower, next to the dead kids was that same symbol, like someone had burned it in to the metal. Officer Murphy took one long last look in to the woods before he got back in to his car and drove away, down the winding stretch known as Becks Run Road.
As officer Murphy pulled up to the accident site, all he could see beyond the lights of the ambulance and first responders was mangled metal wrapped around a telephone pole. All he could hear was the sound of a young girl, who seemed to be the only survivor of the accident, screaming uncontrollably, “Where is she? Where is she? The woman in the woods! Where is she?”
Upon inspection of the accident scene, there looked to be two dead. It was tough to tell because the accident was pretty horrific and worse than he had seen on this road in a long time. The young teenager’s body in the front passenger side was contorted and twisted. The other was tossed at least 30 feet from the wreckage into the woods beyond the telephone pole and there was blood dripping from the open car door, as well as all over the blown out windshield.
Officer Murphy thought to himself, “My god! I can’t believe the amount of blood and carnage this time.”
Unfortunately, he had been in this situation quite a few times during his career with the Baldwin Police Force. Becks Run Road is known in this area as a very deadly road to travel on because of the unusually high amount of fatalities that the road has seen over the years. Every couple of years, the police are called out to clean up another car accident; but this time was different, this time he had a survivor.
The young girl looked to be about 16 years old and was pretty bruised up. It was obvious that she was very scared, but was talking and still coherent. When Officer Murphy approached her, she looked right in his eyes and said, “I saw her. I saw her and now they’re all dead!”
He asked her, “Who? Who did you see, tell me what happened so I can help you?”
She said they had been driving home from a party when they started down Becks Run Road.
“We had come around the first bend and I saw a figure walking on the side of the road. As we drove past I could see that it was an old woman in a long black shawl. The woman looked directly at me and had a stark white face, as white as a ghost, with black hollow eyes. We drove by her so fast that when I looked behind me, through the rear view mirror, she was gone, but as we moved further down the road, I saw her again. I yelled to Brandon and Mellissa, who were in the front seat, “Do you see her this time?”, but they weren’t paying attention. When I tried to point her out she was gone, it was like she had just disappeared. As we got to the bottom of the hill she appeared again on the road in front of us. We all saw her this time! Brandon swerved to miss her and that’s how we wrecked. When I came to, I could see her in the woods looking down on me. I could see her pale face in the moonlight and her eyes staring in to my soul.
“She is coming for me isn’t she? She is coming for me like she came for them!! Please don’t let her get me, don’t let her take me too!”, the girl screamed.
Officer Murphy couldn’t help but to think of the folklore that surrounds this road. This wasn’t the first time he had heard about an old woman who haunts this road and the woods surrounding it. Up until this point he always dismissed it as simply that, folklore, just an old story to tell kids so they slow down when they drive this road.
The young girl was becoming hysterical and needed medical care immediately; they took her away in an ambulance. As Officer Murphy surveyed the scene one last time, he noticed something very odd. Carved six feet above the mangled vehicle in to the telephone pole that the kids hit, was a strange symbol. It looked like a crescent moon with the letter ‘t’ in the center. It struck him odd and then he remembered where he had seen it before. A few years back he had responded to a call about a group of kids who had committed suicide together in the woods, right above where this accident had taken place. There was a water tower back there where the kids used to go and party. They found three kids dead, hanging from that tower; seared in to the side of the tower, next to the dead kids was that same symbol, like someone had burned it in to the metal. Officer Murphy took one long last look in to the woods before he got back in to his car and drove away, down the winding stretch known as Becks Run Road.
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