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The Haunted-Places Report 08/03/07
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Rev. Ron Beach
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Sep 03, 2007 09:12 PDT
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THE HAUNTED PLACES REPORT
"Some things exist whether you believe in them or not!"
Founded by: Dennis William Hauck
Edited by: Ronald E. Beach
Email: Edi-@haunted-places.com
Website: http://www.Haunted-Places.com
All information contained in this newsletter is copyrighted and may not
be used in any format without the express written permission of the
editor.
09/03/07
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FROM THE EDITOR
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your thoughts & comments. Anything you like to see added to the site?
All items should be emailed to us at:
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We are in the process of updating the Haunted-Places website
with upcoming events for 2007. Please email us with your upcoming
meetings, conferences, classes, or other events. Just email a short
description including dates, times, prices, & contact info to:
Edi-@haunted-places.com
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ANNOUNCEMENTS
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From Scott Colborn at: scottc-@inebraska.com
The tickets for the 2007 Ghosts of Lincoln (Neb) Tour went on
sale a week ago at Bodhi Imports, 17th & Sumner. Approximately 1/4 of
the total number of tickets has been sold in the first week of sales.
Our public tour dates are:
Tuesday, October 2nd.
Wednesday, October 3rd.
Tuesday, October 9th.
Wednesday, October 17th.
Each bus seats 50 people, and of the total number of tickets for
sale (200) we've sold 56 in the first week. That means that it's going
to be a sell-out early.
If you don't plan on going on the tour this year - no problem.
If you have decided that you're going and you haven't purchased your
tickets yet, please do so to avoid disappointment. This is especially
true if you wish to purchase a block of tickets for family, friends,
office, group, etc. The private tours (3) are close to filling up, and
when they do, the spillover will then add to ticket sales for the public
tours. Buy your ticket(s) SOON.
Bodhi Imports is at 17th & Sumner, or you can use a debit/credit
card and call them at 402-477-1645 to purchase your ticket(s).
You may also send in your check (made payable to Scott Colborn) to:
Scott Colborn
Buy Lincoln magazine
Box 22903
Lincoln, NE. 68502
Call me at 770-8604, or Roger Yant at 580-1402, if you have further
questions.
Dale Bacon wants ghost stories....! Dale can be contacted at:
dtb-@alltel.net .
Please also include your phone number so he can call you if he
needs to clarify a story you're passing along.
Of special interest are ghost stories connected with or around
the State Penitentiary - one of the tour stops this year.
Please consider writing up your story and sending that to Dale
at the address above. It may be a story of any Lincoln, NE, area or
location. Your story just may be included on this year's Ghost of
Lincoln Tour, or, Dale and I may send out the stories back to you as a
group for your pleasure and reading.
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This was sent to us and is further info about the Union,
Missouri Haunting that was in last weeks “True Experiences” story. Thank
you Emilie!
From Emilie at: emilie-@ameritech.net
See this URL, which goes with the story in True Experiences:
http://www.legendsofamerica.com/MO-UnionHaunting.html
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FEATURE STORY
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PARTY IN PARADISE
By Bill Newell
I was at the 1977 Thanksgiving skydiving meet at Zephyrhills,
near Tampa, Florida when Jim “Whitey” Whiting told me he was planning a
New Years Party In Paradise skydiving adventure in Hawaii and asked if
I’d like to attend and write an article about it for our Star Crest
Magazine.
Free room and board for a week sounded good to me, plus I’d
always wanted to go to Hawaii. Lots of my friends had already been
several times, and at 36, time was ticking.
On the flight over I was reading Hal Lindsay’s “Satan Is Alive
And Well On Planet Earth” and was intrigued by the part that said that
earthbound and demon spirits resided in the depths of the earth, and the
Mariana Trench, one of the deepest places in the ocean had an abnormal
amount of paranormal activity and mysterious disappearances on it’s
surface.
The Party In Paradise was held on Oahu’s North Shore. Dillingham
Airfield was where the skydiving was taking place, and about a mile
farther west just before the paved road ended at Kaena Point was Camp
Erdman where us skydivers were housed.
Camp Erdman – the skydivers called it Camp Wierdman – was a YMCA
camp with a huge recreation hall and swimming pool right on the beach.
Directly across the road were the cabins and right behind the cabins,
rugged green mountains rose steeply to a couple of thousand feet. The
scenery was fantastic.
The skydivers were sharing the recreation hall with middle
school Japanese students during the day. I could sense the culture
contrast, as did the Japanese instructors, but the skydivers seemed
oblivious. As the Japanese kids were singing Disney type songs like
“It’s A Small Small World” on the first floor, heavy metal music, blared
from the P.A. speakers in the chow hall on the second floor where the
skydivers ate, drank and partied. There were some concerned looks from
the Japanese instructors, but they never said anything.
All the cabins but one were full with skydivers from various
parts of the mainland. Most groups from a certain place were housed
together. I missed my original flight and arrived a day late, so I got
the empty cabin. That was a good thing in that I had privacy and
wouldn’t be kept awake by a bunch of rowdy skydivers wanting to party
all night.
One cabin in particular housed a bunch from the New York and
Chicago areas. I noticed at certain times all the lights would be off,
it would be quiet and no one would answer the door. I found my way in
one afternoon and tried to socialize with them. But they soon became
obnoxious, insulting and slightly hostile, so I left. I began to suspect
that they were Satanists holding rituals and sex orgies.
About the third night we were having a party on the beach with
a bonfire under the palm trees. I had downed a few beers when someone
passed me some Hawaiian weed. I took a hit and passed it on, knowing it
was about 10 times more potent than weed from the mainland.
After awhile another latecomer showed up. He had just flown in
from Washington State to meet his sister who was already there. This guy
– I’ll call him Don- was very loud and brassy. He had brought a stash of
cocaine with him, and was running around turning people on and
exclaiming, “Cocaine is God, cocaine is God”.
I snorted a line and not too long afterward fell off the log I
was sitting on. This generated a lot of laughs because at the time I was
considered to be pretty hard-core. I decided it was time to pack it in
before I embarrassed myself any further, so I bid goodnight amid hoots
and howls’ and made it back to my cabin.
Here’s where things got interesting. I was feeling truly
euphoric, being in Hawaii, and as I lay on my bunk next to the louvered
glass windows I could hear the surf as a continuous roar. Not like the
California surf, where it ebbs, crescendos, splashes and hisses, but a
continuous roar. I lapsed into a semiconscious state as the roar of the
surf transcended into the most beautiful and intricate drumming I’d ever
heard. I’ve been a conga drummer since my teens and I’d never heard
anything that rhythmic. I was unfamiliar with those rhythms and couldn’t
play them at the time, so why was I hearing them in my head?
I snapped out of my trance and back came the roar of the waves.
I thought, “Wow, that was great. Let’s see if I can do that again”. Sure
enough, I was able to replace the roar of the breaking waves with the
drums. After about the third time, I began to get a little flippant,
thinking, “Hey, I can do this any time I want”.
Just then, right through the wall facing the mountains marched 5
or 6 Hawaiian warriors from a time past. They were in full color,
slightly transparent, had spears and shields and looked angry, although
they didn’t seem demonic. As they glided past my bunk their feet didn’t
appear to be touching the floor. They paused briefly and one of them
looked at me before they continued on out through the opposite wall.
I rose up in my bunk and said aloud. “This is bullshit”!! As soon
as I said that, a gust blew in from the louvered windows and kicked up a
grayish whirlwind blowing dust and debris at the foot of my bunk. Seeing
this psychic phenomena backed up by a physical manifestation convinced
me it was real, and I cried, “Jesus, help me” as I pulled the blanket
over my head. As soon as I said, “Jesus, help me”, the whirlwind
dissipated and blew out the window. I was scared and lay there wondering
what the hell had just happened. I hadn’t been to church in years and
wasn’t in the habit of calling on Jesus. But it worked!
Enter Don, who as a latecomer also got a bunk in the spare
cabin. His bunk was on the other side of the room from mine and in
between us was the bathroom and shower, so even though I couldn’t see
him I could hear him. It was about 2:00 am and Don, who had previously
been running around crowing, “Cocaine is God” was tossing and turning in
his bunk, retching and moaning that something was after him and he
wanted to go back home. He’d been in Hawaii for the first time for only
a few hours.
By that time I knew what was going on; the spirit’s were
harassing Don, but he couldn’t see them as I had. So I went over to his
bunk and said “Take it easy, partner. You’ll be OK, you just have island
fever”. But he insisted, “No, I got to get out of here, now! Get Whitey
up and get me to the airport”!
So that’s what I did, at 3:00 am. Whitey was in his private
cabin with his girlfriend. He didn’t like it. But Don was stressing so
bad, Whitey decided it was better to drive him to the Honolulu airport
than to have him running around freaking out at the Party In Paradise.
I cautiously told a couple of skydivers about my experience
and their reaction was that I had gotten too stoned. However, when I
asked a few native Hawaiians, they told me that spirit sightings were
not uncommon in the islands, and that other people (mainly locals) had
seen basically the same scenario as I had in the area. One local asked
if the spirit had looked at me. When I answered yes, but briefly, he
looked concerned and said, “If they look at you, the legend says that
you will die”. Well I didn’t die, but I did have an extraordinary run of
bad luck for the next 20 years.
Three years later on December 6th, 1981 Whitey and some of his
local skydiving friends – most of whom had attended the Party In
Paradise boogies in ‘78’, ’79 and ’80 - were to make an exhibition jump
into a football game at Aloha Stadium next to Pearl Harbor.
The 12 place Twin Beech stalled in a tight turn over the
stadium at a low altitude rolled and crashed upside down next to the
Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor. Only one guy bailed out in time to
survive. The rest were all killed, including Whitey, sitting in the
front seat with the pilot. I interviewed the sole survivor, a 19 year
old, by telephone from his hospital bed in Honolulu. His account of the
crash and what he saw afterward was horrific.
This is what he told me:
”I was sitting in the door with two others behind me. We got a
call from the ground that half time hadn't started yet and we needed to
circle for a while. The pilot was the drop zone operator's youngest son,
and was just learning to fly the Twin Beech. He got too tight in a turn
and the Beech stalled.
We were at 3500 feet when the left wing dropped and we rolled.
I wanted to jump, but Byron Black (the drop zone owner sitting against
the bulkhead up front) yelled to stay in the plane. His reasoning was
that the aircraft would be harder to control if everyone started
exiting.
Everyone stayed put until we went into a spin and then I
jumped, pulled my main, got line stretch and hit the water. The two guys
behind me fired their reserves, but didn't open in time and bounced in
the water. My leg was broken from hitting the Beech's tail, but I could
wade in the chest deep water.
It was getting dark, but I treaded water over to the two guys
who had left behind me and they were both dead. The Beech was only about
100 yards away, crashed upside down with the open door and tail sticking
up out of the water.
I looked in to see if anyone was still alive. All I could see
was just a jumbled bunch of helmets, boots, heads, arms and legs all
melded together like a giant ball of flesh”.
After the interview, I told him that I had seen my share of
grisly accidents and bounces, but if it were me, I'd probably skip
looking in the plane, knowing they'd all have to be dead and mangled
going in at 200 mph. I suggested that he was numbed by shock, and he
agreed.
On my last visit there in ’84 I overheard some of the guys at a
party talking about how ironic that a month or so before the crash,
Whitey had made a mock recording, with sound affects and screams, of the
Beech crashing in the ocean off Kaena Point. They played it for me. It
was chilling and prophetic.
My mind flashed back to the first Party In Paradise when I was
walking along a road by the beach and Whitey picked me up in his car.
When I got in, he said, “Hi Newell, how does it feel to be dead”? I
replied rather irritated, “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not
dead”! He said, “Oh yes you are, but you don’t know it. Look around.
You’re in paradise”!
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SEEKING INFORMATION
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This section is devoted to helping those looking for paranormal
groups near their home or seeking information about various hauntings.
If you can provide answers or help to any of these requests please feel
free to email the senders.
Questions or comments for this section can be emailed to:
Edi-@haunted-places.com. Please be sure to include your email address
so our readers can respond to your request. Due to the vast number of
subscribers, we at The Haunted Places Report can not be held responsible
for the types or quality of answers and /or help you receive.
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TRUE EXPERIENCES
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It was 1999, when I was 15 in Glace Bay, Nova Scotia (Canada). I
was sitting home alone waiting for my parents to come home from a supper
they were attending at a friend’s house. I was lying on my floor
watching TV and I started to doze off. I thought I herd them come in so
I just layed there and waited for them to come to me. When I looked over
to the hallway into my kitchen the cupboard door just opened up and then
my door leading outside slammed. I left my house and went to a friend's.
Another time about 2 months after this I was staying home from
school because I wasn't feeling to well the day before. That morning my
brother, who was out of school and living on his own, was down to visit
with his girlfriend and daughter. I was sitting at my kitchen table
talking to him and his girlfriend, while my parents were in the next
room watching TV. I got up from the table and went to go use the
bathroom. On my way up the stairs I saw a little girl, at the very
bottom of the stair case, who started to walk up before me. I followed
her up to make sure she didn't fall because she was only about 3 - 5
years old. I didn't think anything of the little girl because I thought
she was a little friend my brother’s daughter had brought with her to
play with on her visit. When she turned to go left on the stairs she was
gone. I ran downstairs and asked each person there, "who just went up
stairs before me" and they said no one and that the only young girl here
was my brothers daughter. I thought it was just my imagination getting
to me because I wasn't feeling good that day.
Later on that night my father was joking around with me and was
saying, "watch out for the little girl" I just laughed to humor him and
went and lay in bed. I was lying there for about 40 minutes just
thinking about the little girl before I started to doze off. I got in a
state where you’re almost asleep but not exactly asleep. I heard
something roll across my floor from one side of the room to the other
and slam up against my door and shut it. I jumped up ran over to the
door, opened it and right into my parents room. I started to scream at
my father telling him it wasn't funny and that he shouldn't be doing
that, but he said he never moved out of his bed. I turned all the lights
on and walked over to my bedroom door. Laying up against the door were
my 2 dumb bells (weights) that had been lying on the other side of my
room. Since my house was not slanted something or someone had to roll
the weights across the floor to make my door shut.
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Upcoming Events
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For a complete listing of this year’s upcoming events please
visit our website at:
www.Haunted-Places.com
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September 14
Ghosthunting 101
West Virginia Penitentiary
818 Jefferson Ave.
Moundsville WV
6 -10 PM
Learn how to use actual Ghost Hunting gear, ghost hunting
protocol, how to take the best paranormal pictures possible, and a brief
history of “Spirit Photography”. This classroom is on site at the
prison! You will learn the ancient art of Dowsing and how to use it in
an investigation. (80% of people actually have this ability). Learn
paranormal terms and meanings and then explore the prison in a small
group setting. 2-hour class followed by a 2-hour private investigation
of the infamous WV Pen.
Class Instructor: Sherri Brake-Recco, owner of Haunted Heartland Tours.
Fee: $50 per person. Age limited to 18 or over
To reserve online:
http://www.wvpentours.com/main.php or by phone at 304- 845-6200
September 15
All Night Ghost Hunt
818 Jefferson Ave.
Moundsville, WV
8 PM - 6 AM
At 8 pm, enter the gates of what was once one of the bloodiest
prisons in America for an hour-long guided tour of the facility. At 9 pm
begin your paranormal experience and share your stories at midnight
during pizza and a movie. Continue exploring for mystical spirits until
6am under the direction of a qualified paranormal investigator or on
your own.
Fee: $50.00 per person
For more info visit: http://www.wvpentours.com/main.php or call
304-845-6200
September 25
Ghostly History Tour
Hope Cemetery
Salem, Ohio
8PM - 9PM
Join a "Victorian Era grave digger", in the dusk of the
evening, as he leads you on a lantern lit walk thru one of the area's
oldest cemeteries. As darkness covers the cemetery you'll visit the
graves of some of Hope Cemetery's most well known "residents" and learn
their stories.
- Learn why there are two civil war memorial statues in the cemetery.
- Visit the grave of a man hung for his attempt to free slaves.
- See the final resting place of a well-loved ex-slave turned basket
weaver.
- What is the story behind Goldie and her mysteriously changing flowers?
- You'll be told about Victorian Burial Customs.
- Learn how to recognize the gravesite of a Civil War veteran.
- See beautiful headstones, and mausoleums as darkness sets in.
- Listen to ghostly tales, funeral folklore and odd burial customs.
- Learn about Salem's early pioneers and their struggles.
- Learn about the Symbolism on tombstones.
- Learn the origins of common superstitions.
The tour will start at the cemetery office on S. Lincoln Ave.
This is a one-hour walking tour; be sure to wear comfortable shoes and
dress for the weather.
Tickets are $10 per person. Tour will be held rain or shine. No
refunds will be given. For more info or to purchase tickets visit:
http://www.haintshauntsandhistory.com/
September 26
Beginning Ghost Hunting Class
Salem Community Center
1098 N. Ellsworth Ave.
Salem, Ohio
7:00 - 8:30 PM
Over 80% of Americans believe in ghosts. Are you one of them?
Do you have an interest in the paranormal and would like to learn more?
Than this class is a "must" attend. This class was developed for those
with little or no ghost hunting experience. It is a pre-requisite for
our Advanced Ghost Hunting Class that will be offered at a future date.
In this class you will learn:
- Paranormal Vocabulary
- The Signs of a Haunting
- The Use of Ghost Hunting Equipment
- How to Photograph Ghosts
- How to Record Ghostly Voices (EVP)
- Famous Haunts in Ohio
- Investigation Protocol
- Use of the lunar cycle
- Tips on Conducting an Investigation
- Much More...
This class is approximately one and half hours long. It will
consist of book work, lecturing, hands on use of equipment, slide show,
and samples of EVP taken from suspected haunted locations. You are
welcome to bring your own equipment for instruction on its use. You are
also encouraged to bring your photos and EVPs for group discussion.
Class participants will receive a workbook and a certificate of
completion.
The Class Instructor is Paranormal Investigator Ron Beach. Ron
has been featured on several radio programs and in various newspapers
and magazines. He has 20+ years experience in the field of paranormal
investigations, having investigated haunted sites throughout the United
States and Europe. He has founded 3 different investigative groups and
served on the board directors on several others. Ron is currently
Webmaster of Haunted-Places.com and editor of the Haunted-Places Report.
Fee: $20 per person. No refunds will be given.
Refreshments will be included
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