Mystery Basket Unveiled

by | Sep 4, 2018

Patty and her daughter, Heather of The G Team Paranormal Investigations were given a Mystery Basket by a friend.

They decided to open it while filming.

You can see for yourself that strange things were going on outside of Patty’s house. No simple explanation could be given for the events they experienced and recorded. There was something paranormal at play here.

What do you think was going on?

Some viewers thought it had a Dybbix sealed up inside. I don’t believe that was the case. These were the treasured possessions of the woman whose picture was in the metal pot.

 

 

I can understand the “curiousity” factor of wanting to know what is inside and also being “attracted” to the basket . . .

I had a similar experience with a pair of moccasins I found at an antique store specializing in Native American memorabilia.

The moccasins were high on a shelf at the back of the check-out stand. I zeroed in on them when I walked into the store. It was the strangest thing. I’m not actually sure why I went there — I wasn’t looking for anything in particular and a pair of moccasins was definitely not on my “must have” list.

But, to make a long story short, I inquired about the moccasins and was told, “You can have them, let me get a box for you.”

The man behind the counter went into the back room for a box . . . I studied the moccasins — I liked the beading on them — a beautiful pair of roses. But . . . there was something about the moccasins — they were used and almost worn out. 

I remember hearing how many Native American Tribes will burn the belongings of a deceased person after their death — no matter how valuable or sentimental certain items were to loved ones — everything would be burned.

Upon examining these moccasins, they should have been burned, not put on display . . .

I decided to walk out and leave the moccasins behind. But before I reached the door, the man returned with a box. He was saying, “You won’t believe this, but this is the original box the moccasins were brought in with. I remember it as though it was yesterday . . . but it was quite some time ago. I was told that someone, a woman, was going to come into the shop and ask about the moccasins and I was to give them to her free of charge.”

“Well . . .” I hesitated. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want them.”

The man laughed, “Yes, yes, I was told you would say that, but they are meant for you.”

This really creeped me out!! If it was a scam, it was clever . . . but no way did I want anything to do with the shop, the man and definitely not the moccasins with the rose beading.

I ran out of the shop, got in my car and drove away as quickly and safely as possible.

Before going home, I stopped to  meet a friend and get something to eat. I told June of my strange experience with the moccasins and the strange man at the shop. She agreed that those moccasins should have been burned along with the woman’s other personal possessions — not given away.

 

Late that night, I heard a cracket at my front door — It sounded as though someone was trying to kick the door down . . . 

I opened the door . . .

Looked down . . .

And saw the moccasins with the red roses beaded on them . . .

I absolutely couldn’t believe it — they followed me . . . Buy why?

I seriously didn’t want to have anything to do with them . . . Obviously, they didn’t want to be set free . . . There was something I had to do for them.

I went into my backyard with the pair of moccasins and prepared my fire pit . . .

Yes, I was going to burn them — to set them free in a different way, perhaps for the deceased owner to use in her afterlife . . . or do just complete the job someone else was unable to do.

I placed them in my fire pit . . . said a little prayer, hoping I was doing the right thing . . .

I saw a beautiful orb come out of the ashes of my fire pit. I believe I did reunite the woman with her moccasins.

Thanks for stopping by!

Sharon

 

Sonny’s Personal Haunting

by | Sep 2, 2018

Sonny was haunted by a little girl.

It seems my local coffee shop is the place for me to learn about the paranormal experiences of others. I guess I’ve gotten a reputation in my little corner of the city that I’ll listen to the strange and unusual stories of others without judgment. All I can say is that I’m delighted most of these things haven’t happened to me . . . but I’ve had my share of experiences.

It’s unfortunate that in many places throughout history there have been men and women murdering their families. For this and many other possible reasons, one never knows for sure what has happened in their own homes by previous owners or visitors.

Sonny lives with his grandmother in an old mansion near the cemetery. That, in and of itself is spooky enough, but that has no baring on this story — the location. What is significant is that there was a murder in the house. It seemed back in the 1940’s a family of five invited a long lost cousin to stay with them for a visit.

What happened in the house?

Hugh and Suzanne Williamson lived in a lovely mansion with their two sons and a daughter. Mrs. Williamson was in contact with a man who claimed to be a cousin from Montana. In their correspondence (this was during the 1940’s when snail mail was the preferred means of communication) it became clear that Suzanne’s father and Brian’s (the cousin) mother were cousins. As usually happens when one exchanges letters Suzanne extended an invitation to visit if he’s ever in California.

After a year of corresponding, Brian says he’s taking a train trip out to California for a visit. He gives Suzanne the details of when he’ll arrive.

The Williamson family picks up cousin Brian at the train depot and brings him into their home. He does come with gifts and photographs of the shared family history in Montana. It all seems legitimate and true. Suzanne has photographs of similar pictures. What the family doesn’t know is that Brian had a troubled upbringing and for the past several years was institutionalized for the criminally insane.

It is unknown if he escaped or was released.

Brian was the perfect house guest for the first couple of days. Then he stopped interacting with the family. He would stay in his room all day and would be out all night.

Suzanne and Hugh waited up for him one night and told him it was time for him to return home — his visit was now over.

While the Williamson family slept, Brian murdered them all and was on the train early the next morning, destination unknown.

It took a couple of days before the bodies were found. (This was told to Sonny’s grandmother by a neighbor who lived next door to the Williamson’s when it happened.)

Sonny is a college student. He lives with his grandmother, aunt and little cousin, Gillian.

One Saturday morning, Sonny was doing laundry in the basement. His grandmother, aunt and little cousin were out shopping. He saw a little girl he thought was Gillian playing in the basement. She asked him for a glass of water. He went into the kitchen to get the water for her. He set the glass on the counter when his grandmother, aunt and cousin walked in with their arms full of grocery bags. He went out to the car to help bring in more bags.

When he went back into the basement to put his laundry into the dryer, he noticed the glass next to some toys. Sonny realized that Gillian wasn’t in the basement with him asking for a glass of water. She was out of the house with her mother and grandmother.

The creepy thing was that the glass was empty — no evidence that it had spilled.

He immediately told his grandmother what had happened. He was shaken up by the experience.

No one else has seen the ghost of the little girl or any other Williamson family member.

Sonny believes the little girl is with him all the time. He’ll see her in the house and at college and every place he goes.

I noticed Sonny brought his coffee and a glass of water to the table. He drank his coffee and never touched the water, but by the time his story was completed . . . his water glass was empty.

Now that was a Creepy Real Ghost Story!!

Sharon

An Old Diary

by | Sep 1, 2018

I was at a used bookstore one afternoon and I found this old diary.

I was excited about it, but I was also nervous about buying something as private as a diary, but I bought it and kept it in my car for a few weeks before smudging it and bringing it into the house. Then, it took me a few more weeks before I sat down to read it.

The  year was 1864.

The diary opened with accounts. Adaline Murphy and Franklin MacArthur were making plans for a June wedding. They had begun pooling their accounts.

Adaline lived with her mother, father and brother outside of town. Her mother read tea leaves, cards and made potions of various kinds the “well to do ladies” wanted to keep their husbands faithful and give their children an edge over their peers. Adaline’s specialty was a face cream to keep women looking young. She always had something brewing in the cauldrons out back. There were all sorts of potions that were in demand.

Franklin was a friend of Adaline’s brother. They ran the local horse and buggy service to take ladies shopping or to take crops to market for the various farmers. They also would deliver furniture to the various mansions they picked up at the train station or at the docks. They had a good business. Adaline’s father was a businessman, but it wasn’t explained what kind of business he ran, but he was very successful in whatever he did and knew all the important people in town, but he never mixed with them socially. There was a definite line that wasn’t crossed.  The fact that the Murphy’s were considered gypsies could have been the barrier, but Adaline didn’t seem to mind, they had a commodity that sold well and was always in demand.

Franklin’s family were farmers. He was the eldest of eight siblings and went out on his own as soon as he saved enough money to start his business with Bentley Murphy. He lived in a room above the barn on the Murphy property, but every Sunday he and Adaline  would go to the MacArthur farm for Sunday dinner.

Adaline didn’t go to school with the other children. She learned what she needed to know about business from her father and potions, card reading and cooking from her mother. She also had her own following of “groupies” who bought her hot lunch specialties during the week. The athletes would fill up on her stews and wear amulets she made for them. It was good no one asked what meat was in the stew. From what I learned from the diary, they would cook whatever got caught in their traps — even things that most people wouldn’t normally eat.

Church Revivals were a big thing in the area and with all the land the Murphy’s had, they invited preachers from all over the country to hold their revivals on their land. Although, the preaching and the tea leaf reading, potions, etc. didn’t mix, they seemed to during these revivals. Adaline would lure them over with her cauldrons of tasty stew and whatever else they had to sell.

The sad truth revealed in the diary was Adaline had no loyalty to the hometown team. Money was money to her and her family. They would tell fortunes and make amulets for anyone who wanted one and would pay the price.

There was a big cross town rivalry homecoming game that was the talk of the town.

Both teams bought from the Murphy’s and both teams thought they had the edge to be the winner.

After the game, with a close score of 56 to 57, the losing team heard about the Murphy’s and how they must have made stronger amulets for the opposing team and they were going to get even with them.

Adaline was killed and never did marry Franklin. Mr. and Mrs. Murphy were out of town at the time and Franklin and Bentley were busy with their buggy service that night.

Franklin was heartbroken and never married. His eldest sister took Adaline’s place behind the cauldrons and making potions and beauty creams. She had an interest in learning this craft and worked closely with Adaline  and later with Mrs. Murphy.

According to the diary Adaline’s ghost had been seen on the back roads of the town. She was going to the school with her hot lunches. She was also seen in the woods selling amulets to women who passed through on their shopping trips. I believe Franklin’s sister wanted to keep the legend alive and she would dress like Adaline and appear in the woods and sell amulets and potions. It seemed to be the talk of tea parties when someone bought an amulet or potion from the ghost of Adaline Murphy.

One incident occurred at the wedding of the star football quarterback. Some of his friends got a bit too drunk and loosened the reins of the horses on the buggy. The idea was for the horses to run off leaving the newlyweds stranded in the buggy, but something went wrong and when the men fired their guns they shot the young couple and the horses took off with the buggy and the dead newlyweds.

One entry said that the spirit of Adaline was seen at the wedding. It is believed she was seeking revenge of her murder.

Whenever she appeared at a wedding something went wrong either that day or with the young couple during the first few months of their marriage.

I don’t know the truth of the diary. I don’t know if Adaline’s ghost appears from time to time to avenge her murder. It has become a local urban legend.

One diary entry I found particularly interesting was dated March 26, 1864:

Franklin and I are planning to go far far away once we’re married. We don’t want to raise our children here. We both know how to make money and we want to live in one of the fine houses and raise our children with all the fine things money can buy. Our children will want for nothing and they will have amulets and potions to fulfill their heart’s desires. I will not be able to practice my trade openly, but Franklin’s sister Mary may come join us and carry on in my place.

I don’t know about being a fine lady, but I will learn for the sake of my children. Being backwoods gypsies isn’t the life I want for them.

The smoke of the third cauldron foretells of my not seeing my wedding day. There will be no children and no great home. I am not meant to be a fine lady. I am who I am and the plans Franklin and I have made offended the ancestors. Franklin and I shall not be wed. My heart breaks with this revelation, but I cannot bring myself to tell him. I cannot bare to see him with another.

Mother says the smoke of the third cauldron tells the truth and it cannot be changed.

I suppose the blessing was that Adaline didn’t know the full extent of her revelation. Too bad it wasn’t a warning of what was to come so she, too, could have been away the night of the homecoming game, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I found this entry to be a bit unsettling. I do, however, find it interesting how superstitions can be self-fulfilling prophacies.

Thanks for stopping by!

Sharon