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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #317 on: June 12, 2010, 08:26:46 AM »

An Old VA Hospital

My recent expedition to the old Manteno State Hospital complex has piqued an interest I have had in facilities like this that began with the encounter working in the basement of a Joliet Illinois penitentiary annex building a few years back that housed sex offenders and culminated in my coverage of a west suburban retirement home demolition (Plymouth Pace)
in early 08...I have heard rumors over the years and have even been privy to first hand accounts related to me by sources of impeccable credulity and even former employees of a now closed Veterans Hospital in my zone being the site of numerous inexplicable occurrences and even full blown apparitions sightings before and after the doors were padlocked and basement windows boarded...        

 Reports from a current employee of ongoing ”paranormal” activity in the operational parts of the hospital and rapidly multiplying satellite specially treatment centers concentric to this University Medical Center are also abundant,  but I have elected to forgo pursuing this sort of ongoing covert investigation as the reality of doing so respectfully seem to be severally limiting and unconscionably inappropriate...it’s amazing how many out there in the paranormal community espouse this unwavering “respect for the dead” but reverence for the living or ailing be it in an institutionalized environment or private residence seems to fall by the wayside...

I would prefer not name this location as it may jeopardize future investigations and the full access I am negotiating, but it probably wont be hard to deduce by description and appearance to those indigenous to or familiar with  he Chicagoland area ...A day earlier the new VA Hospital was visited by the President so I suspect my exploration of the old building would have been greatly impeded by the stepped up security measures ... As usual my air of confident officiousness and a largely innocuous agenda in conjunction with the added advantage of my usual solo sojourning methodology presented me with unchallenged admittance...

World War One Veterans are really the first to exhibit the PTSD related syndrome
known as Shell Shock ...that and a myriad of other obvious complications compounded by exposure to viruses, poison gas, exhaustion from “heavy packing” and hastened redeployment to the front lines following combat related injuries, illness, battle fatigue and psychoneurotic afflictions denied many soldiers the benefit of proper rehabilitation which often ultimately left them bereft of full long term recovery...

Korea and Viet Nam presented many of the same syndromes and a plethora of new maladies related to Agent Orange and diseases specific to that geography of the Asian Theater ...

The long term effects of Persian Gulf Veterans is inconclusive but dessert Storm Vets have had inordinately high incidents of children with birth defects aside from the typical stress related disorders and the garden variety of somatic ailments inherent to all wars since these case studies began following The Civil War...

 And while I would prefer delve into another broad sweeping indictment of the treatment many post war Vets received, be it by populist public opposition to foreign policy or the governmentally institutionalized post war care many were provided that was often less than commensurate to the sacrifices they made...many were left to vacillate in the abnegated dignity of neglect, poor funding, mis management, public apathy, and even abuse suffered by those rendered disabled as a result of combat related injuries or left indigent by the debilitation of the
associated PTSDs and the efficacy of treatment they received...

 How prevalent any of this was (if at all) at this particular facility is not widely known
or reported as it was one of the original of the post WWII medical centers for veterans
originally funded by private grants and the philanthropic generosity of a local lumber magnate (another hint) before incorporation by the VA and relocation to a nearby new construct that was also an adjunct to a prestigious medical school...Being one of the original VA prototypes and being subjected to the auspicious eye of the conjoined  Medical School, the staff there was probably held to a much higher standard as this was considered a high visibly model (like the new one) so perhaps the inequities inherent to these institutions were not as severe as some of the others of the day but the visage of the forgotten, wheelchair bound Vet that I encountered that afternoon erased the preconceived  timestamp from the plight of the post war disabled Veteran as exclusively a social problem from the past...

 My first impression as of this site as I made way west from the inconspicuously innocent anonymity of visitors parking was that by all outward appearances it seemed unobtrusive even in it’s starkly contrasting obsolescence as the physicians rolled by in their new cars to the gated parking that awaited them ahead ...the over growth obscured the majority of the mid level windows but a few of the top story ones remained visible and the brooding that radiated from those seemed concentrated as a result of the others being bordered or blocked by trees, shrubbery and vines....

The North Gate looked locked  (wasn’t)so I opted for a trek along the gate south that runs adjacent to what I’m assuming is a still occupied VA assisted living or convalescent center ...A backhoe was parked on the front lawn of the hospital along a flatbed truck that likely delivered it, but the dismay I felt from the threat of pending demolition was quickly abated by a long trench with dirt steeped on both sides at the rear of the occupied quarters ...  

The old hospital building sits quietly within a fenced off,  but unlocked western perimeter
of hospital campus...the derelict institute’s east side is cordoned off from the bustling,
modern, medical  metro-plex monstrosity by a rusted, unlocked fence that separates the still occupied residential quarters opposite the old abandoned VA hospital...somewhere within this card accessed gate that looks to have stopped working long ago and is propped open during the day then padlocked at night, is or was a mental health center, but like the main VA hospital building; it too has been shuffled around in favor of a new or remodeled facility...

 Rounding the front of the probably convalescent residency, with my cell phone affixed to my  ear as it often is, I walked up on a lone elderly, wheelchair confined gentleman languishing sedately at the side of the building seemingly oblivious to my approach...as I ambled by he gazed up at me with an apoplectic expression that I met with a smile and a nod, then he jerked erect in the chair and reacted violently as if in a phobic aversion my very presence until he screamed  “ Get that cell phone away from me, it’s bad for me! ” I promptly obliged him with a stunned “sorry” and terminated my call by folding the phone closed and stuffing it my front pocket as I simultaneously made a wide bypassing arc around him...he continued to notify my of his disapproval even as I rounded corner out of his range of sight ...I reminded myself that this man may have fearlessly put his life on the line to ensure my freedom to use that phone at my discretion and to ultimately post the photos I was about to take on the internet...of course the appointment of an internet regulating czar may restrict this in some capacity for all of us soon, thus making the uncompromising bravery and selfless sacrifices like the wheelchair bound man I just encountered to upheld the ideals of liberty an effort fought in vain...  

The trench entrenched construction workers paid little attention to me and seemed more focused on cajoling one of crew to intimate details of the preceding evening’s date that was apparently the culmination of weeks of nervous anticipation for this ordinarily hapless and unconfident co worker...aside from a few ephemeral inquisitive glances as I passed within their immediate range of vision, I was left to my photographic endeavors unhindered...

 The broken concrete slabs symmetrically stacked and backhoe-at-the-ready parked nearby reinvigorated my recent assertions and ruminations that construction work and the accompanying incursions of the vibrational changes that powers tools and heavy equipment will often interject into active yet docile (haunted) location...the front walk was partially obstructed by the flatbed trailer but the front steps were still traversable save for the irrepressible weeds that wield the supernatural seeming force to split and crack even the most fortified of concrete surfaces...the front double doors were chained and padlocked through the dual handles as the manually released striker was probably in the past triggered from a security guard within to grant entry and departure and was stripped and salvaged for parts to be used elsewhere ...

 Even with the trenching activities and the traffic flow on the other side of the fence facing the rear of the main hospital complex, there seemed to be this static bubble of antiquity within the immediate cynosure of the building’s red bricked walls...the ivy vines, trees and thicket of thatch that buffered the east side along the fence was not as fecund on the west side but a wall that backed an L shaped tunneled walkway and led from the rear of the building to a satellite structure that no longer exists or perhaps the old parking lot, created a cordoned off quadrant
of quietude from the chaos of activity that buzzed like hornets from all directions ...

The insular respite that the ivied west wall and the brick backed and partially overgrown roof of the in-ground passageway provided was especially poignant and almost peaceful...that is until I found a few open basement windows where the plywood was removed and the stale, cold, damp air wafted from below in that all to familiar assault on the senses that never fails to compromise my composure before the tell tale tingle from my solar plexus even has a chance to disconcert me legitimately...

 Before I waded too deeply into the facade of isolation that this concave of concealment provided, I was jolted back to the here-and-now by the rotary reverberation of helicopter blades descending to the landing pad on the other side of the fence that I captured shots of landing...the “Life Star” logo on the side became visible through the zoom lens and as soon as the runners hit the floor of the landing pad, the side doors were already opening to meet the ambulance that was pulling up to shuttle the patient the short distance to the ER across the parking lot...I did fact manage to capture a closeup video from the landing pad of the chopper taking off on the way back to the car and the You Tube link is below ...

  The invasion of reality into my fantastical mind set was short lived as I returned to the west end
and proceeded to cup my hands over several of the basement windows that were not covered or missing and noticed many in the northeast portion of the basement were retrofitted with interior chain link style security bars ...most of the east facing windows were covered by plastic sheeting that looked like a concerted effort was made to block visibility from the hospital parking lot or perhaps discourage the voyeuristic viewing of the living from within...it seems as though painstaking efforts were made to opaque or obscure the windows that were not boarded or overgrown and as the boarded windows presented a considerable eye sore as opposed to the visibility of empty rooms from the perspective of the hospital or VA residence, I am of the opinion that simple aesthetics or added fortification against trespassers was not the only motive for this based on the illogic of the scheme ...this summation  was further solidified by the confided reports of apparitions glaring from the second and third story windows at overnight hospital employees showing up for third shift duty sending them fleeing in terror LOL (sorry) ...
  
 I decided to hop over the wall and roof of the in-round corridor in order to circumnavigate the backtracking required to reach the north (rear) of the building where the loading dock and service elevator is located...the crumbling walls of the recessed, narrow driveway created a horse blinder effect limiting my vision to the ivy strangled north face wall as I descended towards the open gate of the service elevator ...a stagnant pool of mud-rust tinted black of interminable depth reflected the cloud cover above in it’s darkened stillness but after a couple of obligatory photos a splash rippled the 10 X 10 square box of rainwater from an object that must have dropped from above ...considering that the bottom of the lift platform was visible as stopped at the ground floor and just a few feet over my head at loading dock level, the source of this object left me baffled especially since I made no physical contact with the frame or base of the gate for the 2-3
photos I took...as I turned to commence with my ascent up the ramp, I glimpsed a figure in the second story window that seemed to retreat beyond the periphery of my sight as soon as I reacted to spotting it ...I rounded back at ground level to see if I could detect any activity within but could see none ...

 The tunnel was partially accessible and I bristled when I was able to peer into the barred basement windows and noticed the darting shadows the plastic covered windows created when the traffic along the fence diffused the light filtering in danced over the still present stainless steel examination tables visible within...at the far end of the tunnel; the shrill shriek of noncompliant, rusted metal hinges and the accompanying scrape of a heavy metallic door on loose rubble echoed through the pervasive narrow darkness that was only dotted by the intermittent small, square, eye level windows along the sides ...a shriek that almost matched the bizarre noise my cell phone made in my front pocket as I backed toward the door and hastened yet another stiff legged retreat through the rusted gate ...


Life Star Liftoff:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGxgGh-xNXY


Here are the unedited (compressed) photos my 6/2010 visit (90 total)....b
http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/BestOnEarth/An%20Old%20VA%20Hospital/

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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #318 on: June 12, 2010, 08:27:53 AM »
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #319 on: June 17, 2010, 11:00:06 AM »
Here's my latest "Best Of" video  :-) ....b

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIBXN8bay48
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #320 on: June 21, 2010, 02:45:27 PM »
Here's my latest You-Tube video featuring highlight photos from 2007 though 2010 ...   

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAtAzYhu0vA

and the video montage ....b

http://www.vimeo.com/12853124
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« Reply #321 on: June 29, 2010, 08:58:27 AM »

The Site Of National Headlines: Burr Oak Cemetery



The Burr Oak Cemetery has been the subject of national headlines on more than one occasion in the last few years ...

 The most recent news story involved allegations of cemetery employees disinterring bodies to sell plots in the already capacity exceeded graveyard and reselling them surreptitiously to unwitting grieving families wanting to bury loved ones in a place steeped with African American history and Chicago heritage often carelessly discarding the remains of those usurped from their graves in the rear of the cemetery near a rubble and dirt pile...in some cases there was such blazon, flagrant disregard for the deceased that apparently very little effort to conceal the remains was even afforded the discarded dead and there was as authorities reported, visible bones at the rear of one of these dirt piles ...

 Investigators also discovered the original casket of Emmit Till in a litter strewn storage shed  that the (former) cemetery manager pledged would be part of a memorial funded by private donations solicited by herself under the pretense of the murdered 14 year old’s pivotal role in the advancement of Civil Rights in the mid 1950's ...

Emmit Till was an African American teen from Chicago visiting his great uncle in the small Delta community of  Money Mississippi during the summer break of 1955 and made the fatal error of insulting a grocery store clerk where he and his cousin stopped in to buy candy and soda ...it is still unclear what precipitated the indignation of this woman, Till’s cousin claims he simply whistled at her as they departed acquiescing to the dare of the other black youths with them that afternoon to flirt with her as a joke ...accounts range from him simply saying “bye baby” after making their candy purchases or him grabbing her hand and asking for a date, to the store clerk’s (Carolyn Bryant) assertion that he used language so vulgar she couldn’t repeat it and behaved in a lewd and lascivious manor throughout the duration of his time in the store ...regardless the punishment certainly did not fit the crime if there even was one ...
 
Allegations are that when the store owner ( Carolyn’s husband Roy Bryant) returned from a trip later that week, he was so incensed by his wife’s contention that this insolent black boy would insult his woman with sexual overtures that he decided to reprimand this lad personally ...

The perpetrators of Emmit’s kidnapping, torture, murder and disposal into the August murky depths of the Tallahassee River, barb wire bound to an industrial fan and beaten beyond recognition, are assumed to be Roy Bryant and his half brother J.W. Milam, but there is controversy surrounding testimony that others were in the car that drove to the house of Till’s great uncle; Rev Moses Wright...most believe that Carolyn Bryant was present to identify “the talker” ...the original trial acquitted Bryant and Milam and they are protected from retail per “double jeopardy” laws albeit the fact that the they admitted to killing the teen to a journalist in a post trial interview conducted for a substantial sum of money by the magazine for the “exclusive”...

The reopening of the case years later would reveal new testimonies and allegedly suppressed evidence that implicated up to 14 others either present at the kidnapping and or murder, but a 5 year federal statute of limitation relating to Civil rights cases even those involving death greatly hindered the FBI’s involvement in the investigation and restricted it to the potential for prosecution at the Mississippi State level if any federally assisted investigations yielded sufficient evidence to indict additional murder suspects or accompli that are (were) still alive amid the discourse of that latter investigation ...emergent evidence implicated Mrs Bryant and several others as either present or active participants in the kidnapping, torture and or murder, concealment of a homicide, harboring a fugitive, obstruction of justice and the list goes on and on ...Law enforcement agencies, prosecution, defense council and political figures at all levels involved in the 1955 case faced potential new indictments relating to official misconduct amid
rumors ranging from evidence suppression, evidence tampering, witness intimidation, perjury etc... 

 No new charges were leveled in the recent investigation as inadmissible circumstantial evidence, deceased or incapacitated suspects/witnesses and assorted legal loopholes still on the books hindered any new charges or revelations in the case...but this was the catalyst for former President George W. Bush signing a new law named “The Emmett Till Unsolved Civil Rights Crime Act” in to effect back in Oct. Of 2008 that abrogated some of those limitation statues involving murder and further granting federal investigative and prosecutorial entities additional funding, resources and entitlement to reopen and prosecute cold civil rights cases of this nature if the criteria is met to warrant such reexamination ...

 The reopening of the Emmit Till case in 2005 included the exhumation and a second autopsy of his body at the Burr Oak Cemetery and this was the basis for this location first making national headlines ...Emmit was re-interred in another section ( as I found out later ) and his original coffin never restored for the promised memorial but instead housed a family of raccoons in the rear of a dilapidated shack before it’s discovery as a side note to the second in a decade of national headline capturing stories related to Burr Oak that surfaced in 2009 ...
 
 The desecration of a body is considered an unconscionable and despicable act and a felony in some cases...the official charge was dismemberment of a body, a class X felony punishable up to 30 years in prison for the four charged with reselling deeds to occupied plots ...estimates vary from 200 to over 300 plots were resold and the original occupants were either disinterred and unceremoniously dumped in a ravine at the back of the premises or the original casket was pounded down and the newly departed buried on top of it ...either way this abhorrent act of monumental disrespect sparked outrage and transformed the unremarkable appearing cemetery into an FBI cordoned crime scene and yet another media circus ...a long line of relatives grasping any records or documents they could find waited in a single file line into the cemetery office ...there was very little in the way of records kept by previous administrators so consequently local funeral homes and the county records office was inundated with calls and inquiries from relatives unable to locate the graves of loved ones at Burr Oak ...many were so appalled with this abomination that they wept inconsolable in the July heat waiting their turn to consult the assigned interim cemetery management and county officials serving as a liaison between the public, the media and the intermediary management...the Rev Jessie Jackson was on hand to express his dismay over this atrocity and even went as far as to comment that “there is a special place in hell” for people like those accused of this crime”...all four suspects are African American....

 One wonders if there is truly a correlation to elevated spiritual activity and disturbing a corpse ...and if so, is a body that is exhumed for the purpose of forensic examination exempt from such supernatural implications or are these imprecations exclusive to the disrespect of grave desecration ...Kathleen Savio, Drew Peterson's third wife who died in 2004 was exhumed for examination from her resting place at Queen of Heaven in 2007 when authorities began to suspect foul play following the disappearance of his 4th wife Stacy ... I have personal impressions that in the case of Kathleen Savio’s disinterment three years later and perhaps even in the case of Emitt Till 2 months shy of 50 years later, that there may actually be an appeasement of restless spirits that perished unjustly...regardless of the fact that no additional charges were brought about as the result of Till’s long term post posthumous re evaluation, his story created enough attention to motivate President Bush to sign an amendment of the limitation laws pertaining to civil rights and in the case of Kathleen Savio, a precedent was set that was signed as Illinois law passed in 2008, and commonly referred to as the "Drew's Law” that permitted what would have been previously construed as hearsay to be admissible in court under certain circumstances...This seems to elevate these two victims to martyrdom status for the advancement of a greater cause thus letting them ascend or rest peacefully at last or least ...
 
On the other side of the coin the black arts practice of “necromancy” specifically calls for desecration of the dead and the rifling of graves to invoke the spirit of the deceased but the consequences or “corpse bothering” especially on a large scale like that of Burr Oak are often said to be that of supernatural disturbance regardless if the motivation is that of occult ritual, violence or greed ...

Conversations about nearby Bachelor’s Grove with locals has included mention of Burr Oak before and after the most recent debacle on more than one occasion and there has been unsubstantiated reports of gaunt, black tux clad figures lingering near the old gates adjacent to the tri state on-ramp and gawking at Starbucks sipping motorists embarking on their workday in the predawn glow of the expressway lighting overhead ...of course as any of you that has braved the gauntlet of the Chicago toll-way system knows, a phantasmic specter at the onset of any morning commute here will soon be forgotten amid the unbridled chaos and carnage known as “The Morning Rush” no mater how terrifying the supernatural encounter may be ...other claims have been strange lights and a wailing, moaning sound emanating from the cemetery at night that the apartment residents on the east and north end of the grounds maintain has been an ongoing phenomena there for years but again, this is based on second and third hand accounts I have heard over the last few years ...

 The clear blue sky and temperate, breezy upper 70's weather belied the threatening the blaring tornado sirens that echoed throughout the western burbs the previous evening ...my thoughts returned to that late afternoon of the preceding day when the blackened thunder heads and ionized static of lighting flashes intensified as the preternatural glow of purple orange cloud cover gradually resigned to the darker front approaching that heralded it’s arrival with the deafening boom of thunder claps to rival the still wailing sirens ...the hours of torrential downpour that followed was a welcome alternative to the twister that would have undoubtedly tore my house from it’s foundation and dropped it on a witch somewhere in psychedelic midget-land, but I digress ....

 The old gates where reports of a loitering, grimacing apparition appeared to morning commuters was clearly visible as I turned left instead of right on 127th street like I have so many times before en route to Bachelor’s Grove ...I stopped and took a few photos of the current entrance near the front office and an old unoccupied looking house near the east fence and was immediately aware of the dread one of the windowless windows towards the back instilled ...a mail carrier frowned at from his mail-mobile as I was casually making my way back to the open door of my ride because he had to turn the steering wheel a quarter of a turn to go around me and past the open gates  ...
 
I noticed 2 rectangular, above ground style crypts or sarcophagi at the fork in the roads where the first section begins at a point and upon reading the plaques mounted on the front realized that this was the grave of Mamie Till-Mobley along side of her boyfriend and apparent life partner...The internet; in it’s notoriously impeccable accuracy placed Emmit Till’s grave just across the way in the first section but after crisscrossing a grid pattern failed to yield his tomb ...

A gentleman in casual business attire emerged from the office across the street and was sort of heading my general direction so I at first thought he was going to challenge my presence there being the site of so much recent media notoriety and infamy and before he uttered a word I laconically asked him if he knew where Emmit Till’s grave was and if I was in the correct section...he amiably informed me that I was not and he would print me a map of the correct location from the office ...while I waited nearby, I drifted off to the side in the direction of the old house and took a few photos of the front but retreated back towards the office instead of proceeding along the side and back of this vacant structure that was really bothering me because I didn’t want to miss the map the gracious cemetery employee was providing me and this proved to be a prudent decision because he eyed me suspiciously as I rounded the corner to meet him as he exited the office...I thanked him for his generosity and offered the unsolicited explanation that I was writing an article relating to the Emmit Till case as he handed me the print out and headed to the middle of the cemetery and the sections the printed page denoted as the correct location ...

  As 98 percent of the markers at Burr Oak are modest, nondescript ground flush stones, the marker would have been virtually impossible to pinpoint had it not been for the wooden stakes that marked the lots by increments of 5 as a probable result of the recent investigation and the one next to Emmit’s even had his name written on it ( pictured below) ...intermittent puddles of standing water soaked my Puma sneakers despite my hop scotching efforts to the dryer patches closest to the grave and much to my chagrin, several inches of rain water covered the grave itself...

 The familiar photo of the teen in a white button down shirt and black tie that his mother bought him for as part of a suit and dapper looking brimmed hat outfit he wore at a Christmas dinner she hosted in 1954 was affixed to the top of his tombstone...an outfit she really couldn’t afford but wanted him to have so she gave him $100 and he exhibited impeccable taste for a boy that age in selecting that suite...several pennies and nickels were placed on the marker as tokens and albeit the fact that the flash flood onslaught of showers the area experienced the night before overwhelmed even the most contemporary of irrigation engineering strategies and design, it still struck me as sadly ironic that this poor child that was pulled from the Tallahassee River over half a century ago was staring up at me from below a shallow water surface...a still pool of water that was almost like the glass top that covered the original coffin at his funeral in 1955...

 Another example that the warm summer sun that replaced the early AM drenching did not completely extirpate all evidence of earlier inclement weather was that many of the Burr Oak’s interior roadways were partially if not completely flooded...in some places towards the back I estimate the water was close to 3 feet deep and my professional journalistic demeanor was quickly abandoned in favor of diving my jeep through the highest standing water I could find covering a section of paved surface ( being the mature, consummate professional that I am )...as the steam rose from the under carriage and I tuned in the middle of one of the deeper parts of the flash pond for yet another childish, accelerator stomping splash through the Carmel colored rain water, I realized that it was so high it was splashing up over my hood and a glance out the driver’s side window alerted me to the fact the water was a mid door level...realizing this was deeper than most of the off road sludge sloughs I have attempted to date in my beloved, aging Jeep, I slowed down enough to stave off the water flow over the hood but maintained an even speed to prevent a stall in the middle of the corpse-water pond and navigated towards dry higher ground ...the childish compulsion that placed me into this predicament forced me to glance into the rear view side mirror to admire the bubbling wake spreading behind me and for an instance in the spray mist and steam there was a disconsolate looking, pale figure standing in the water glaring at me or in my general direction and when I whipped around to look to the rear it was gone ...

More on the net:

Emmett Till; is the investigation over?:
http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/3-17-2006-91327.asp

Burr Oak Cemetery nightmare:
http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2009/07/sheriff-bodies-dug-up-dumped-at-cemetery.html


Here are the unedited (compressed) photos my 6/2010 visit (70 total)....b
http://s745.photobucket.com/albums/xx91/MrHalfhandRulz/Burr%20Oak
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #322 on: June 29, 2010, 08:59:40 AM »

The Site Of National Headlines: Burr Oak Cemetery (cont.)....




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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #323 on: July 11, 2010, 05:56:02 PM »

Here are my latest Youtube videos featuring St James highlights spanning 4 years of site coverage....b :-)


Historic St James Part 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obms_jm-hg8


Historic St James Part 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlslejUFiqs
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #324 on: July 23, 2010, 08:51:41 AM »

Here are my latest You-Tube videos featuring over 4 years of seasonal exploration from world famous haunted location Resurrection Cemetery, the home of Chicago's premiere spook: Resurrection Mary spanning 4 years of coverage...Part three includes inside shots of the famous Willow Brook Ballroom that harbors it's own non corporeal residents.


Resurrection (Mary) Cemetery-The Willow Brook Ballroom Part One:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnS_3BFiOGQ

Resurrection (Mary) Cemetery-The Willow Brook Ballroom Part Two:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8KKg_oh-zY

Resurrection (Mary) Cemetery-The Willow Brook Ballroom Part Three:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNNdeiM3Tg
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #325 on: August 03, 2010, 07:20:02 AM »
Road Trip 2010
 This year the intrepid traveler embarked on his early July jaunt south in the wee hours of the morning...the expressway traffic was light yet still spotted with cars and trucks as are all of the highways that skirt the Chicago periphery...despite the absence of congestion and aggravated commuters this early on, the alleviation of urban angst was every bit as tangible the farther from the metro core I drove... and the closer to the Illinois/Indiana border I motored, the greater the volume of “Krazy Kaplin’s Fireworks” roadside adverts I noticed especially so closely following the 4th of July where you always get “more bang for the buck” and “pyrotechnics for the price”...in addition to constant the roadside reminders of this fireworks emporium, there are the assorted salacious signs and lubricious billboards to also remind us that The Shangrila, Deja-Vu, Club O, Pole Katz, Showgirls and Atlantis gentlemen’s clubs were just an off ramp away and these prurient signposts continued well past Gary Indiana recurring only on the outskirts of Indy, Louisville and at times in close approximation to the larger truck plazas... the neighborhood homes along part of this economically challenged stretch of road was also the scene of a surrealistic two story house inferno that illuminated the surrounding night scape on the final leg of my journey home...
 
The seedier side of interstate travel advertisements was quickly annulled by the sprawling farmlands south of Merrillville, Indiana and replaced by a sense of tranquility and quietude that to some is the unequivocal panacea to the hypertensive stress of the daily grind only a drive in the country can provide...the wind generator farms that are now popping up along
the rural horizons do not detract from the heartland skylines as I feared, they actually broke the emerging, featureless monotony with a futuristic abstract surrealism as their enormous blades slowly turned in unison against the orange tinted, predawn glow of the eastern sky like the props of a giants sky ship or the propellers of a fleet of ocean liners that floating eerily above the patches of morning fog that blanketed the ground below....

  The emergent mountain region that is always a such a spectacle to us Midwestern Flat-landers is probably taken for granted by those that see it every day much the way the city sky scrapers that define the Chicago skyline eventually fade from our notice but astounds Out-Of-Towners  ... even the iron rich, red dirt of the Appellations proved to be a renewed source of amazement to me when a freshly bulldozed plot of crimson colored, roadside property burned past my speed  blurred periphery again invoking the equation of a Martian landscape ...The composition of the soil in conjunction with the crystalline base of this mountain mantle has been theorized to be a catalyst for supernatural activity by many ...

  This trip included return visits to a couple of sites that yielded some interesting photos last time around in addition to several new locations that have raised the ire of the locals more sensitive or adept at detecting potential supernatural activity or spiritual presence...there were a couple of old houses that radiated a familiar resonance that regional or geographical diversity seldom diminishes or amplifies but at times can exude a distinct energy signature that is innate to certain areas ...and this particular variable seems to be specifically engendered to distance as opposed to   the history inherent to a certain site ...perhaps this is related to the iron rich, crystal quarts abundant mountain base in this case ...

  One aspect of this excursion that deviated from my usual quixotic quests was the moral conflict I had to wrestle with in regard to chronicling the investigation of the crash site that claimed the life of a popular High School athlete as the result of apparent speeding and or reckless driving by the vehicle’s driver (whom survived the crash) and perhaps to a degree his own negligence as his failure to wear a seat contributed to his tragically premature death as the young man was ejected from the car ... from the looks of the crash site, damage to the trees and Googled news photo of the car it was a horribly violent wreck... and apparently these abruptly curving and dipping mountain back roads have claimed many lives judging from the preponderance of makeshift memorials I noticed within the radius of this particular grid of notoriously dangerous cris-crossing roads ...a grid that claimed 2 seniors from the same HS weeks apart and so close to graduation ...

When I arrived at the site that has generated reports of strange, inexplicable activity in the wake of the accident, the first thing I noticed was the graffiti spray painted all over the street by classmates, family and friends...a permanent looking memorial was erected on the exact spot where the car came to rest complete with a cross and an accompanying inscribed stone...beyond the marker and bent or broken tree limbs was a medium sized tree trunk with a bark bare spot marked with a red X...a few feet below and away from the base, red spray paint was still visible despite the efforts of the amber colored earth sprinkled liberally over that specific spot to deliberately conceal the markings on the ground were this young man evidently perished after being thrown from the cartwheeling car...

 The personal conflict I was experiencing over including photos and commentary was immediately replaced with a moment of clarity and the decision to include these photos in hopes of instilling a cautionary reminder of the consequences of reckless driving, drag racing, DUI or neglecting the simple snap of a seat belt that spared the driver albeit his flagrant carelessness and perhaps a momentary lapse in judgment that will haunt him and others for life...there is no mention of the specific circumstances that precipitated this tragedy only that a seat-belt may have saved the life of teen with so much promise. And as I decided to include the still shots of the crash site, I also decided not to analyze those photos for anomalous features....

  There was always an attraction felt for a certain old house along one of the main stretches of road the last few times I made my way through this part of the mountains as it was perched so precariously atop a hill, irresistibly curious in all of it’s run down ruminations...across the street  it’s yellow colored vacant counterpart must have finally succumbed to seeming uninhabitability as one of the back window was broken out and the previous occupant’s possessions were stacked haphazardly on the front porch and strewn about the front lawn as the probable result of rummaging looters... my passing observation of the two odd homesteads from the past year’s visit to this area included the presence of assorted vehicles parked in front and this to me was the initial deterrent from pulling off of the main thoroughfare for a closer look last time around and  now none were to be found...

  The gray, fading pallor of the old single story house may have instilled a sort of nostalgic charm if the stained imprint of generational oppression had not so inexorably permeated the very grain this of the structure itself and the hilltop for which it at one time was so majestically perched...a number of old rusty paint cans lined the railing of a front porch
that creaked with each step closer I took to the unhinging wooded screen door ...the tinny twang of an old spring affixed to the inside of the door seemed to herald my final crossing of the threshold to the interior... the musty, dank air was to be expected as the ambiance of the dim light filtering through the dirt and dust opaqued windows confirmed the long absence of occupation...the creaking recrimination of the aging floorboards threatened to introduce me to the crawlspace below with each increasingly cautious footfall as if it was voicing in opposition for my non verbal expression of disdain for the state of disrepair the house looked to have been in prior to abandonment...

 A lone Christmas wreath sat on an old folded up throw rug draped across a number of window screens leaning against the wall next to a window ...the growing discomfort I was feeling intensified as the nascent nausea I experienced upon entry overwhelmed me with the added component of equilibrium instability and I knew I needed to get out of there as this was either a portal to hell or a bio hazardous, former meth lab (or both) but persevered the instinctual need to flee in favor of a few more photos ...as I made my way to the partially opened  window facing north and glanced outside through the frame of another screen door placed crookedly over it, I noticed a gleaming white Ford F250 “dualie” rolling down the gravel driveway from an impeccably neat ranch style homestead atop an even higher vantage point overlooking the two ramshackle shacks (and me) ...fearing an unpleasant confrontation with a shotgun wielding
southern gentleman charged with the deed of overseeing the now vacant 2 homes that were already the objects of indiscriminate looting, I bolted for the front door and sprinted to my faithful Chevrolet steed, lighting up the tires in a hasty, cliche’d departure as the shining chrome grill of the white truck glinted in my rear view mirror rounding the turn from the steep driveway less than a half a block behind ...the fortuitous lull in traffic at the intersection provided an ample window for me to jump on the main road and slam the accelerator to the floor forcing the powerful V-8 to lunge forward in a surge of unbridled exaltation...several darting mirror checks could not locate the pursuing pickup and I even mad a few fast head checks to be sure but there was no sign of Pale Horse to be found ...in retrospection I couldn’t resist citing the symbolic equation of the my metaphoric Guardian Angel descending from above in a giant white pick-up to chase me out of that house on the hill...

  The other house that I tracked down acting on a tip was even more dilapidated and in a state of perpetual collapse...rumor has it that shadowy figures milling around outside on front stoop, faint laughter and odd lights were spotted shining from the interior in the middle of the night and the vigilant neighbors would never be able to catch anyone inside or nearby...and based on it’s current state of structural instability that I observed, the thick overgrowth, boarded rear windows, and general inaccessibility, I find it highly unlikely the lights were in realty; mischievous neighborhood kids exploring the old spooky house ...a litany of complaints and concern over a certain group of incorrigible local hooligans placed them at the top of the neighboring resident’s list as the culprits for the disturbances reported there considering that one of these hardened young delinquents had in the past committed the unconscionable act of riding his bicycle through his back yard (gasp )...A carefully plotted climb over everything (including a kitchen sink) from a bathtub, wooden cabinets, old tires, pallets and other miscellaneous debris permitted me a glimpse through the darkened front window and aside from a haphazard stack of old mattresses, boxed junk and assorted end tables, what I did notice was that the dust on the inside was extremely thick and undisturbed thus lessening the likelihood of the anomalous lights being the surreptitious shenanigans perpetrated by flashlight wielding whelps as theorized by the 2 sets of adjacent neighbors I interviewed ...the rear of the house is completely overgrown and borders a vacant lot that incidentally ends at the rear of a small cemetery and church...pushing my way through a small opening in the thorned thicket to try a photo of a small window that looked to be nailed shut, covered from within and undisturbed proved to only further confirm my doubts that the anomalous night lights spotted by several witnesses were resultant of young explorers on yet another nocturnal adventure...as I backed out of the thatch heavy patch and admired the new scratches running up the length of both forearms while I surgically extracted the burrs now embedded in my shoelaces, I suddenly heard dogs barking off in the distance and many dogs at that ...I imagined some old codger running behind a leashed team of bloodhounds searching for some lost hikers or worse; a suspicious, unadvised neighbor  “releasing the hounds to chase away them trespassers”...the barking became louder and more frenzied as I rounded the front of the house and once again darted for the car ...I expected my protégée to be semi panicked and already in the car waving at me to get in but seemed startled by my harried demeanor as I reached the front yard were she was nonchalantly admiring a twisted old oak tree ...I realized then that I no longer heard the dogs and she claimed to have heard nothing ( we left anyway ) ...
 
 Another location that I considered a prospect for exploration was again related by word of mouth and involved an old building that was a combination antiques mall and storage facility...
reports of a full blown apparition milling about the store after hours has been reported by several witnesses (leaving a nearby drinking establishment) but the store owners themselves have complained of certain objects constantly falling from shelves or tables regardless of the concerted efforts made to keep them stationary or even locate them to different tables, shelves or display cases ... I have not examined all of those photos yet either but again found myself enamored by the efforts made to preserved this area’s small town charm while the economically unaffected continuing growth of this region threatens this main street economy with obsolescence in the face of progress....

  There was an new (old) Baptist Church/Cemetery added to the itinerary this time around and was well worth the added travel as I did in fact capture some very “interesting” night photos there ...there has been mention on the net of supernatural activity associated with this location but I have elected to not name the site keeping with policy when I venture out of my own realm to visit less known or unknown locations nationally ...the progressive additions and remodeling projects over the years did not seem to detract from quaintness of the church and grounds ... the old original church stands in it’s revered pristine state and even looked to be the recent recipient of a fresh coat of white paint ...the cemetery is very old and many of the monuments closest to the buildings either collapsed or are partially disintegrated ...one of the more recent new additions looked almost like a residence or perhaps retreat housing and is literally mere feet from the closest tombstone in the rear of the structure ...the cool, jeweled full moon peeking over the pine line where the property ends provided an added combined element of preternatural glow to the already strange jaded emerald colored streetlight that stood at the cemeteries edge...as I made my way over the small incline to the bordering shrubbery that separates the church from what looked to be the large backyard of a private residence, I was stopped in my tracks by a horrible moaning ”ooooooooooooooooooohhhhh”...then a second time “oooooooooooooooohhhhhhh”
it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was being “punked” by a valiant effort made by some kids in the yard next door that must have noticed the occasional intermittent shots I was taking with a flash and decided to try and spook us...I have to compliment the youngster making the moaning sounds as he exhibited almost operatic vibrato skills in the effort ...

  I was fortunate enough to make it to one return site with an encroaching thunderstorm rolling in from the west and could almost taste the ionic static charge in the air...the base photos alone from that afternoon are quite amazing really and I plan to afford all of the data collected from this trip extensive examination as some of my recent evidential analysis has been either hastened or distracted, but I have recently pledged to shift my focus back to the research and study of the sites from this trip or the ones I will be exploring in the future and the data acquired ...I will no longer permit myself deviation from my objectives regardless of the morbid fascination I occasionally entertain with the devolution of certain elements of the paranormal community ....b

  

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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
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« Last Edit: August 03, 2010, 11:36:08 AM by Barek Halfhand »
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #327 on: August 03, 2010, 09:14:54 PM »
hmm how much are u interested in spirits and all that ?
your pics and findings are cool and all but i've seen spirits and all that with my own eyes my whole life so i'm not really wowed because of that XD.
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #328 on: August 04, 2010, 07:46:26 AM »
Well when you can actually see them in person the pictures get pretty boring quickly. It is interesting to see them in pictures and on T.V. as well.

Braek Halfhand I have enjoyed your posts so please don't think you are going unappreciated. I do enjoy looking through these and seeing what is real and fake in my terms.

I would say after doing this thread for many months I am sure there is an interest in this field at least a little.

Please keep up the good work.
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Re: Paranormal Polka: these boots were made for haunting.
« Reply #329 on: August 04, 2010, 11:08:28 AM »
hmm how much are u interested in spirits and all that ?
your pics and findings are cool and all but i've seen spirits and all that with my own eyes my whole life so i'm not really wowed because of that XD.

 I'm not sure I understand the question ...

Well when you can actually see them in person the pictures get pretty boring quickly. It is interesting to see them in pictures and on T.V. as well.

Braek Halfhand I have enjoyed your posts so please don't think you are going unappreciated. I do enjoy looking through these and seeing what is real and fake in my terms.

I would say after doing this thread for many months I am sure there is an interest in this field at least a little.

Please keep up the good work.

This is more of compilation of my continuing and in some cases admittedly repetitious visits to sites I deem supernaturally active as I feel it is prudent to make multiple trips to these places to make any type of an astute assessment ...what I share is the screening process in regards to the photography and I have made no grandiose claims in regards to any of them although I have a number that I feel are "of interest" ....


I'm pretty sure Barek isn't posting his pictures for us to go 'wow'.

I enjoy looking through the pictures and appreciate that you are willing to share your findings with us, Barek.

And I totally agree with Matthew - Please, keep up the good work!


Thanks, I suspect that perhaps she may have simply not worded her thoughts as she intended to express them as I have been guilty of this myself on more than one occasion  :roll:

I will be continuing this thread with periodic updates but I have concluded coverage of some of my local sites (but not all) and intend on venturing out of my zone more in the future (time permitting) ...

thanks for the replies  :-) ....

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