Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Around that same time, she set up a camcorder in her bedroom, with a full view of her bathroom. During the night, the camcorder caught the image of a shadow figure in her bathtub. It was all creepy enough to warrant an investigation.
The investigation of Paula’s place took a little over 2 hours, including set up and breakdown. We wanted to see if we could capture more EVPs, as well as try to debunk the photo of the shadow in her bathroom. We set up a camcorder in her bedroom, facing the bathroom. In the original photo, there is a dark shadow in the shape of a head that looks to be peeking out over the edge of the bathtub. We thought that maybe the shadow could be caused by the back shadow of the camcorder, or maybe a shadow caused by a passing car. We tried moving the camcorder in different locations to try and replicate the shadow. Nothing we did could replicate the same shadow even closely. So we set the camera up and left it running while we investigated the rest of the house.
Since Paula had picked up EVPs that she felt were coming from the bathroom, we left a digital recorder running on the sink in the bathroom. Then, we headed downstairs to the living room.
Paula stated that she had caught movement in her peripheral vision on a couple of occasions and once felt a presence in the room with her. We did an EMF sweep and a temperature reading. We did not get any spikes. We sat down on the sofa and made ourselves comfortable. We began a EVP session, with questions of the nature: "Can you tell us your name?", "Do you live here?", etc. We spent about half an hour in the living room. We both agreed that neither of us got any feeling that there was anything there. Paula took several pictures, and we proceeded into the kitchen.
While in the kitchen, we did an EMF and temperature sweep, and began a EVP session. Paula stated she had never had any experiences in the kitchen, but then, she doesn't really spend a whole lot of time in there either. (Paula is no cook!). We spent maybe fifteen minutes in the kitchen. Paula took a few shots but we were getting a lot of light in from the neighbors place and they came home while we were asking questions, so we headed upstairs.
While we were going up the stairs, Paula cautioned me about a loose step second from the top, I instinctively threw out my hand and knocked a picture off the wall. Luckily, it did not break, but it was a good reminder of how careful we need to be when investigating other people’s homes.
I took up my position in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub. There was already a digital recorder going, but I went ahead and did an EVP session anyway. Paula went across the hall and sat on the floor in her bedroom. She started taking pictures and asking questions from there. I spent about fifteen minutes in the bathroom then joined Paula in the bedroom. I made myself comfortable on the bed, and we began an EVP session in there. we spent a half an hour in the bedroom and decided to call it quits. We turned on the lights and began breaking down the equipment.
Afterward we talked about how we did and I headed home. Paula called me the next day to tell me she had caught a couple of things on the digital recorders. While I was in the bedroom, I had asked if someone could give me three knocks, and I demonstrated with three knocks of my own. On the digital recorder we had left in the bathroom, there are three soft knocks in response. We did not get any thing on the digital recorders on the bedroom where we were. At one point all of the digital recorders, recorded several seconds of static. We were not moving around, or making any sort of noise at that point, so we don't know why that happened. Toward the end of the two hours, we caught a small EVP of what sounds like a little girls voice. Both Paula and I caught it on our digital recorders. Paula has decided to continue with the EVP sessions in the future to see if anything new develops.
As I was typing this blog entry, Paula sent me an email. She had sent the EVP recording to Mark and Debby Constantino, two well known paranormal investigators specializing in EVP work. They cleaned the recording up a bit, and sent it back with their interpretation. According to the Constantino's, the voice is saying, "My place, Mother." Is that just so totally creepy, or what?
Monday, December 8, 2008
A siding, in railroad terminology, is a “side track”; a section of track distinct from a through route, or main line. It may connect to the main track or to other sidings at either end.
From Reno, we took Pyramid Highway, State Route 445 to Pyramid Lake. At the junction, we turned left and continued on Route 445 until we ran out of pavement. This well maintained dirt road becomes Indian Land Route 2.
We drove about 30 miles along Route 2 until we came to Sand Pass Siding, which has two structures standing. Both structures were in disrepair and looked pretty unsafe. There are warning signs painted on the exterior walls to keep out. Sand Pass Siding lies within the borders of the Pyramid Lake Indian Reservation. We took a few pictures of the structures, checked out a couple of closed mine shafts in the area, got into our rig, and took Route 7 headed northeast toward Bryant.
Bryant, as far as I can gather, appears to be an abandoned ranch. I haven’t been able to find anything in the records about it. It is located about 5 miles from Sand Pass Siding on Route 7, a well maintained dirt road. When we got there, we discovered a couple of people camped out there. We didn’t want to disturb them, particularly since we weren’t sure if we would be trespassing. It looks like an interesting little settlement though. Several old dilapidated buildings, a few corrals, and a pond.
We decided to head back to Route 2 toward Pyramid Lake. We spotted a sign headed west that would take us to Flanigan, another old rail settlement. We turned onto Fish Springs Road for about 10 miles, then onto Flanigan road for about 5 miles. We followed the signs to “Flanigan town site”, but when we got there, it had been razed. Just several huge piles of timber remained. There are realty signs all over the place. Too bad, another piece of history lost to developers.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
On October 24, Paula, Jessie, Mariah, Megan and I met at Bowers Mansion for the annual Ghost Walk. This annual event is hosted by the Washoe County Parks Service, along with The Ghost Posse, a local paranormal investigation group.
Mariah, Megan and I arrived at Bowers Mansion at around 6:15 pm. Paula and Jessie showed up not long afterward. It was just starting to get dark. We bought our tickets and were given a quick introduction to the tour and how it was going to be conducted. We would be able to take pictures, film and record during the entire tour. We joined in the next group headed out.
Our first stop on the tour was the hot spring fed pool located to the left of the main house. There is a smaller house where the resident park ranger lives with his family. It has been reported that there was a drowning there in the past, and the ranger mentioned that his son had seen a shadow near the pool before. The pool is no longer in use. The pool was of particular interest to me since it is believed among the local tribes that hot springs are the home of water spirits, or “water babies”, a malicious, deadly elemental spirit that is not to be trifled with. We took several pictures there and we agreed among our little group that we might want to revisit this spot after the tour.
The next day, I looked at the pictures I had taken. I had not captured anything but a couple of dust orbs. (I’m not in the, “orbs are spirits trying to manifest” group). Here is a shot I took just a few seconds apart. The first picture shows an orb up near the ceiling and a smaller, more dense orb just above the stairs. The second photo is completely clear. Energy or dust? You can make up your own mind.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Early in the 1860s, during the beginning of the earliest Comstock boom, prospectors pushing out from the Virginia City area discovered the Olinghouse district, located about 30 miles northeast of Virginia City. Olinghouse was never very large, but it produced enough ore to support nearly continuous mining operations from the mid-19th century to the present. Records indicate that, at one time, this little mining camp advertised itself as “The Biggest Little Gold Camp in Nevada”. The town was first named, "Ora," it later took the name of local sheep man, Elias Olinghouse, who settled in Wadsworth and had a summer range at the base of the Pah Rah mountains. As prospecting increased, Olinghouse was caught up in the mining fever, buying several claims and erecting a small stamp mill in 1903 to process ores.
A post office was opened in 1898 and a small business district developed over the next decade, which included hotels. saloons and restaurants Both electric and telephone service were installed in 1903, and in 1906 a railroad was built to Wadsworth to transport the ore to the new mill and refinery in the valley below. However, during this same time, the district began to suffer a major decline in production, and all of the larger mines began to close. Smaller-scale gold, copper, and tungsten mining persisted through the 1930s. After that, commercial mining all but ceased. A few hardy souls stayed on, endlessly searching for what others had missed. A large placer operation was attempted in the 1980s, at the eastern foot of the district, but little commercial production ever came of this work.
Today, explorers will find a the dilapidated remains of wooden cabins and homes, mostly uninhabited, some mill ruins, mine shafts, an abandoned ranch house and, and a little further north, a modern open pit gold mining operation, which opened in the 1980s. As you approach the town, you will find an old miner's shack on your left. After passing a few of the "newer" homes, you reach the wooden remains of what looks like a small milling operation. Climbing up the hill behind the crumbled wooden mill site, there is a fenced off area with no trespassing signs.
We took pictures of the old abandoned houses, both inside and out. It is always an incredibly eerie feeling to wander about where others have spent portions of their lives. In some of the abandoned abodes we found furniture, old food remains and clothes. It was as if, in some cases, the occupants just picked up and left. We wonder what their stories may have been. We found out later that other ghost town enthusiasts had been threatened with a gun by some sort of caretaker. We saw no sign of anyone in the area on the day we were there, but that’s not to say we weren’t being watched.