The first investigation started with only four members. We met the old, historic San Carlos located in downtown Phoenix, Arizona for their last ghost tour. With a reputation of haunting, thousands of ghost enthusiasts and skeptics have walked the same halls and on the same floors as many movie stars of years past.
The hotel was built on an old Indian well which was later built over by a school. Eventually the land was bought and this hotel was the built about the same time as the Westward Ho down the street. The two hotels have many ties including their ghosts.
It was this picture and an EVP of a man's whistle that prompted our second visit to this "queen " of a hotel for a full investigation with the entire group and a few of their friends.
This picture was taken on the third floor roof top swimming pool.
The date was set for September 12th . Do you see a teddy bear, a little boy or both.
As any experienced ghost investigator can tell you, what we find is not always what we are looking for. Our group set up to investigat the La Llorna, also known as the "white lady". During a group meeting it came to light that two of our members had witnessed this apparition at the same place but not at the same time. Fortunately, both were raised in Gilbert and remembered exactly where they saw her. We set the date for the investigation and were on our way.
We found that where they saw the "La Llorna was in front and side of the "Old Medicine Man's Peacock Farm". This is a canal area along Lindsey just about the area of Freestone Park.
That was intriguing to me and the occupant of the home told me what she knew on the phone after our investigation. It seems the Medicine Man was the foreman of the farm and was the healer in the neighbor for those who were sick. Liz, a member of my group, shared that her son, Petey was taken to the medicine man as a little one when all else had failed to cure him. She said he tore a piece of flannel from his shirt and tied it to his arm and his leg along with a chant and some mystical oils and the little one got better the next day. His favorite greeting when the sick came to him was " Oh God", his own form of prayer.
Present at this investigation was John, Shawn, Barbara and Jan. The EVP we captured is on our EVP link and says clearly "Oh God". We never did find the "white lady" or much other than orbs in our photograph but we did capture the prayer of someone, long crossed over.
We were asked to investigate a home on Indian School and I-17 in Phoenix. This request came in the form of an email from a someone who lives in the apartment with two other people.
We posted the event on meetups and asked spirit to send only those who would be able to help in our investigation for the Higher Good of all involved.
Spirit sent, Rick, former police office and his wife, Sharon, both experience ghost investigators, Laylene and her huband, sorry for the moment, I can't think of his name, both gifted sensitives, John, a valued member of the group along with Liz and her husband Pete who were experiencing their first home investigation.
When we arrived at the apartment, we were greeted warmly and no member of our group had any idea of what happens here. This is what we call a "cold investigation". Each member of the team has their specialty and they were free to explore the two bedroom apartment and almost immediately they all zeroed in on the back bedroon and office area.
As to be expected this is the area where most of the activity takes place. A tape recorder was placed on a bedroom nightstand and four member included our beloved Rick were standing in the door way talking. It was at this time that the EVP was obtained and although no one was in the room, they closed the door and went into the next room. We know the EVP happened while they were standing there for we can hear their conversation, along with the conversation that was going on in the living room.
Pictures taken did not reveal anything unusual but the clarity of the EVP is astonding. Check it out on our EVP link.
The conclusion is that Cathy who lives in the apartment is a medium and draws to her many spirits. It is possible that some of the activity witnessed by all the occupants comes from the land, not the apartment. Further investigations will follow after some time is devoted to researching the area.
"Everything for a reason and there are no accidents" This event brought Cathy and Laura into our mediumship development circle and I wanted to share with you how Cathy works with the spirits in her home.
We were in the third week of of twelve week couse when Cathy brought a picture she drew to the group. She was asleep and someone lifted up her arm and dropped it in an effort to wake her up
She did not cooperate so the spirit started to shake her until she got up. She knew she was to draw this spirit so she did.
When she showed the picture, instantly I had a spark of recognition but it took me a bit to put a name to the face. It was Larry, a 100% Iroquois Indian artist, well know in the Venice, Fl area.
Immediately I went to find a picture of my friend who taught me much about the Indian way of Spirit and we were all amazed. Larry was in a nursing home when I left Fl and at the moment I am trying to find out if he crossed over. I believe he has and this was his way of teaching me still another lessson about "spirit" Noice the eyes, the crooked nose and the lips in particular.
It was a sunny, Sunday morning when the group met for breakfast at the local Denny's Restaurant not far from the Double Butte Cemetery on Broadway near I-10. The cemetery is known for its residence showing them and speaking to visitors who easily capture them on their tape recorder.
The Cemetery is very old and very active. It is the first cemetery in Tempe. It lies at the base of Double Butt Mountain with its sister cemetery just across the road. Not much to see there it looks more like a pauper's field with few markers and fewer paranormal activities.
The breakfast group consisted of Liz and Pete, John, Jan, Mark and his daughter, sorry her name escapes me but I do remember she was a beautiful, gifted young lady.
We got to the cemetery and met Rick, our "ghost meter" and Kaylene and her husband, sorry about his name, it will come to me. They are both gifted sensitives and captured a fantastic picture which they were kind enough to share with us. We were trying to document the picture of a woman which was presented to the group and wanted to make sure it was not a tombstone or tree or some other object. Much time and effort went into this search.
The picture could not
be duplicated so that part of the mission was completed. You
will find the EVP's from Double Butte Cemetery up on our EVP
page and the pictures, if they are not posted below will be
on the pictures link. Rick captured a "mountain lion"
EVP and John captured the sound of a "horse" neither
present in the cemetery and i am working to get copies of
those for our EVP link.
This was a visit to a
haunted cemetery but not an regular investigation for there
were many with us who were new to the group but we will list
it here. It was part of the mystery trip sponsored by the
Arizona Ghost Finders.
Billed as a mystery tip
the participants received three clues. The first was the instruction
sheet on what equipment to bring. The first letter of each
item spelled out Mattie Earp's Grave. The second was a black
arm band which were used for markers into the hidden cemetery
and the third was a laminated picture of Mattie Earp.
We arrived in Superior
and met at the "world's smallest museum" and had
something to quench our thirst while we waited for the group
to gather. This time we had two police presences here.
The group included Tanya
and Julie, Sharon and Rick, Liz and Pete, Shaun and Patricia,
and Jan.
We arrived at the cemetery
and spend some time investigating it, taking pictures and
EVPs. It my knowledge nothing of any importance was obtained
at this time. We left Mattie several gifts, some perfume,
hair combs and hair clips as a bribe to show herself.
We left the cemetery and
went into Superior where we went directly to the Magna Hotel.
The hotel was the anchor of the town during the boom years
of the copper mining and closed down, as well as most of the
town, when the mines closed.
The EVP obtained at this
hotel is on our EVP link. Research is on going to prove that
there was a James hung in Superior during the life of the
hotel.
We grabbed dinner at the
Dairy Queen and then Rick led us into the campsite of the
ghost town Pinal Camp, not to be confused with Pinal, the
ghost town located thirty miles from Globe. The campsite was
filled with an air that I cannot describe. It was like you
know there were ghosts and we were all filled with aprehension,
waiting for them to reveal themselves.
Our pictures and EVP are
still being checked so it is not possible to reveal what we
may find. We stayed until dark in this place where many of
the miners and their families lived and died. When they died
they were taken by wagon across the road,s now Hwy. 60, to
be buried.
Our group did find handmade nails an a metal
washer and a part of a dinner plate. We stayed until dark
and then crossed the road back to the cemetery.
I was very dismayed to find that the markers
we had tied on the trees, (our black armbands) had been removed.
When we arrived at the cemetery, five members of the EVP ghost
group were there and claimed they did not touch our markers.
So if they are a truthful group, the "ghosts" must
have done it. As our member policeofficers told us, this could
have been very dangerous for someone could have gotten lost
in the pitch black cemetery with its many drops offs and holes.
It would be easy to wander for hours trying to find the way
out. Bad judgement or lack of thinking on someone's part.
They didn't stay long when it was obvious that
we were there to stay and not eager to socialize with them
and we had the cemetery and the stars to ourselves.
Rick experience a "touch" as we sat
under the stars and Patricia took a picture she was very happy
with. Other than that Mattie did not show herself so we bid
her "good night" and found our way out of the blackness
of the desert.
The side streets are as relaxed and leafy as a grotto, while
Mill Avenue proper boasts shops, galleries, museums, art houses,
and cafes along this thoroughfare, crowds gather to enjoy
street musicians, watch chess games, discuss metaphysical
theory - it's as cosmopolitan as a night at the theater or
supper in a smokey jazz club. Sitting comfortably between
what's provincial and what's polished is Casey Moore's Oyster
House at Ninth and Ash.
Sitting two blocks West of Mill and one block
South of University, at 850 S. Ash in Tempe, AZ.
Built in 1910, the unassuming building was originally home
to William Moeur, brother of Arizona's second governor. It
had a brief spell as a brothel, the legacy of which is a couple
of fun-loving ghosts who continue to frustrate and flirt with
patrons, employees, and neighbors. " Their ghostly laughter
can be heard at night," says owner Patty St. Vincent,
"they've been known to rearrange table settings and throw
food and utensils on the floor all while giggling and creating
a raucous." They seem to be enjoying themselves!
We picked up one of the giggles while we were
interviewing the well-informed, handsome manager, Mike which
can be found on our EVP link. Actually, two EVPs were picked
up while we were there, One a man's voice telling us to "GET
OUT and a female laughter as the manager, Mike was talking
to us about his strange experiences in the restuarant, having
been a long time manage there.
He saw a woman standing on the botton stair
leading to the upstairs and peering through some men's ties
that hang on the hook in the doorway leading into the bar
area of the restaurant.
The lore of the restaurant is that a young woman
hung herself in the upstairs bedroom and that neighbors across
the road often see someone dancing long after the restaurant
has closed for the night.
Research to the background of the building is
ongoing. The sensitives in the group feel there is a dark
past and hopefully we will uncover what it is.
The members of our ghost investigating group
is called The Arizona Ghost Searchers, TAGS for short. This
group is not open to the public and an application must be
filed for admission. Unfortunately, we tried to "open"
forum and it did not work for obvious reasons. We had to ask
"Spirit" to remove those not ready to join us in
our work and at that time was shown the need for "selection".
The members of TAGS that attended this investigation
was Rich, Jan, John, Nadia, Barbara, Jason and a couple related
to the building but not our group. We took pictures and used
our tape recorders. Rick set up his infra red video recorder
and used his digital therometer and EMF meter.
Barbara and Jan found a piller of heat using
their hands which was verified by the digital EMF meter and
the therometer. A picture of this was captured on the video
tape which we hope to get up on this site. It appeared as
a black pillar. The pillar of heat moved four times as we
chased it with our hand, and our meters, then it disappeared
as if to say "game over" That seemed to be the end
of any paranormal activity.
This building was just down the road from what
was the old "haunted hotel" and Subway in Glendale,
AZ. We were not disappointed and hope to return.
We started our informal
investigation at the Gunshop in Tombstone. It is an extremely
old business dating back to the early days of Tombstone. It
used to be across the street until the Fire burned down its
building and it moved over to Hop Town, the Chinese area of
Tombstone.
The Chinese Can Can saloon/restaurant
is in what is the Old Time Photography Shop and the antiquie
store on Allen which adjoins the gun shop which is actually
on Second Street.
Present for this investigation
at various times were Rick, Jan, John and Barbara. Rick used
his meters and his rods and amazed the owner by outlinint
the opium tunnels that run beneath his store and down the
street. They have been boarded up for years and tested by
pounding on the floors to show the hollowness beneath.
When asked about ghost,
the manager laughed and said "Yes, but not what you expect".
He went on to tell us about his ghost "dog" which
is seen and heard by many people. He related the builidng
used to be used by the CanCan and at that time, the Chinese
cooked dog as part of their menu, so he was not suprised the
ghost would be canine.
We took alot of pictures
and found out hours later that as we recorded our conversation
with the manager, we had captured the sound of a barking dog
even though no dog was present.
We hope to set up a formal investigation at
this location at the same time we do the "Bird Cage Theater
sometime in November 2006.
As part of our Arizona
Ghost Finders overnight in Tombstone we went as a group to
the famous "Boot Hill". Few know that the
cemetery used to encompass the whole area, not just the hill.
Highway 80 used to run on the opposite side of the cemetery
and the cemetery ran from where the Best Western down, about
even with the RV park. Below is a copy of the handdrawn map
from the manager of the gunshop who knew alot about the area.
Boot hill serviced the dead of Tombstone from 1878 to 1884.The
cemetery was the one used by Tombstone where both the church
goers and the harlots and outlaws lie side by side. Here lies
the bones of such famous names as Billy Clanton, tom and Frank
MdLaury of OK Corral fame, Gold Dollar and Dutch Annie, the
queen of the Red Light District on Sixth Street, Quong Kee
and China Mary who ran the whole of Hop Town, the Chinese
section with its opium dens and their prostitutes. It lay
in ruins until it was restored in 1920 and it was then some
changes were made.
Quong
Kee
Having been there several times, I know that
most of the apparition were captured not inside Boot Hill
proper for the sides of the hill. I was amazed when I found
this in one of my pictures. What every it is, it does not
belong there.
The following are some of the pictures I captured
on the sides of Boot Hill.
A visit to Tombstone would
not be complete without a visit to the cemetery at the end
of Allen Street. It is one of the most active in the state
of Arizona yet few visitors know about it and many probably
wouldn't care.
Here are buried the bones
of the grandson of Chochise who lived to be 110 years old.
As you enter the cemetery, his grave lies on the right about
thirty to fourty feet with with a large natural stone as his
marker.
Mrs. Sitting Bull and
her son are also buried but on the opposite side of the road
from Chochise's grandson with a beautiful black marker but
no dates recorded.
One of the most active
is the granite mausoleum. which is on the left side in the
middle of the row of trees which border the two track going
in. See our picture section for the ghost who haunts this
mausoleum.
It was large group that
came to the cemtery for a ghost hunt and they got just what
they were looking for. After saying a prayer or petition for
protection, I asked as a personal favor, that the lady in
the mausoleum present herself to us. and felt a little disappointed
that it appeared she did not. However someone or something
pushed and touched several members of the group and an EVP
saying "Get Out" set the tone for the night. Most
of the participants expressed the "heebee jeebees".
Barb and Rick investigated
the the Love Mausoleum and Rick's meter showed a jump and
the higher he went up the higher the meter went. Not too surprising
for as you can see by our ghost picture, the lady was floating
above the granit mausoleum.
Later in the evening Rick
caught up with another source of energy and that vortex of
energy circled the group at least four times before disappearing
back to whence it came.
Barb and I left the cemetery
and I was very disappointed the lady did not appear but before
we got back to the hotel, we saw a woman dressed in a long
skirt and church going type blouse with her hair in an old
fashioned "back do" walking on the side of the road,
in the dark and headed for the cemetery. My car turns on a
dime but Barb's car kept going till we got back to the hotel
where we decided that the lady may not have disappointed us
at all. The sighting was unusal that she was walking in the
road, in the dark and in a sparcely occupied part of town.
We will never know for sure but will cherish the moment and
say "thanks" to the lady from the Tombstone Cemetery.
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