Friday, October 23, 2009
PRESS!!
Just in case you missed it Shane was on 107.5 in Columbus, OH today. Alot of new ghost stories were discussed as well as being sold out in all stores except amazon.com and filmbaby.com. So go pick up your True Ghost Stories from Ohio dvds today!!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Get our dvds free!!
This Saturday 10/24/2009 True Ghost Stories from Ohio Volume 2 will be awarded to the best pumpkin carvers at the
Jack-O-Lantern Walk
Time: 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM
Location: Anderson Center, 7850 Five Mile Road
Department: Anderson Township
Jack-O-Lantern Walk
Time: 7:00 PM - 9:00 PM
Location: Anderson Center, 7850 Five Mile Road
Department: Anderson Township
On the Radio
Catch the radio interview Shane did on http://www.sunny95.com/ You can find the interview on there in the Haunted Ohio section!!
Happy Hauntings!!
Happy Hauntings!!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Catching UP
It's been quite a while since we've had an update. So here we go...We have been guest speakers at the SOAR Meet the Public event this summer and more recently at the Ohio Paranormal Convention in Dayton, OH. Got to meet some great authors and Keith Age from the ScyFy channel. True Ghost Stories from Ohio Volume 3 is still on hold. You can now purchase our dvds on amazon.com in case you didn't know that yet. Looking forward to a very busy fall!
Monday, January 5, 2009
New Ghost Story
Back in 2000 I attended Columbus Sate Community College for the first time since graduating from high school. One of my first classes of the day was english 101. The class was held in Union Hall, a three floor building next to the cafeteria. Anyway, The teacher of the class was a believer in ghosts, and one day he told us of the weird happenings in the college buildings. Now before I go on I need to let you in on some background information about the area that the college sits on.
The grounds were once a catholic cemetery, not only were priests and nuns buried there but catholic families too. The sad part about this, is that when the city acquired the land, the records were poorly kept as to who and where the bodies were buried, so many of the bodies were left unexcused to only be discovered when a house or building was being built. Many of the bodies were never given a proper reburial so their soles are left to wander the campus.
This is where the stories come into play. One story is that of a family that lived in a house where Union Hall now stands. One night the house caught fire and the Mother and daughter were caught inside, the father was the only one who nearly escaped. The flames spread quickly and unfortunately killed the Mother and her daughter. As the father and witnesses looked on, they could hear the daughter cry out "Daddy, Daddy help me I'm burning" As time wore on people forgot the tragedy. But the Scene would repeat it's self over and over, not visually, but audibly.
After hearing this story I was intrigued, but kept on with my studies. Later that month I was on campus very early in the morning, I think it was 7 AM, for an unrelated english assignment. After I was finished with what I had to do I liked at my watch ad saw that it was still very early, so early in fact that the cafeteria wasn't even open. So I decided to go and sit outside my english class door until class started. As I walked up the stair well I thought about the story that my teacher had told us weeks earlier. So when I was near the floor that my class was on I decided to see for my self if the story was true about hearing the young girls voice. I quietly listened for a few moments, when I didn't hear anything I decided to keep going up the stairs. But as I put my foot on the next step, I heard it! I heard the little girls voice as if it were coming from a great distance..."Daddy, Daddy help me I'm burning".
I quickly went the rest of the way and got into the hall where I could get to my class when I thought to my self, What if that were a real child in the building that I was mistaking for a ghost? That was impossible, first off Columbus Sate has a rule that no children are allowed in any of the academic buildings unless they are a part of the lecture. So I was convinced that I really did hear the ghostly voice of the little girl.
This i not the end of the stories at Columbus Sate, a few other things happen in the Union Hall building, mostly at night when only a few students are in the building for night classes. Some have witnessed the elevators stop on the floor that they are at, as if some one pushed the floor button to get on, the doors will open and no one is there. The only thing wrong with this is that the elevators don't automatically go up and down on their own. When you get off the elevator, that's where the elevator car stays. Even stranger though are the mysterious animal paw prints on the lower floor of the building, as well as animal hair in the corners of the halls. The explanation for some of this is because in the bottom floor of the building there is an animal morgue, where veterinarian students learn about the anatomy of the animals. That would account for only some of the hairs. The rest have been found on the other floors where they shouldn't be, the paw prints shouldn't be there at all, no live animals are kept at the school. This brings me to another story of the building. On some nights the evening cleaning crew are mopping up the hall ways and sweeping the carpets of the empty class rooms, when something will catch their eye. the person will go to the door and look around the corner only to see the back side of a cat or dog, from the hind legs to the tail, When the animal goes around the corner the cleaning person will follow to get the animal out of the building, but when they get to where the animal was, it's gone. The doors are all closed and some times the animal has turned around a corner that leads to nowhere.
This is what I have so far, but there is more. I will send it later on this week. Thank you for your interest in what I have to tell you, not to many people are interested.
Erik Mowery
The grounds were once a catholic cemetery, not only were priests and nuns buried there but catholic families too. The sad part about this, is that when the city acquired the land, the records were poorly kept as to who and where the bodies were buried, so many of the bodies were left unexcused to only be discovered when a house or building was being built. Many of the bodies were never given a proper reburial so their soles are left to wander the campus.
This is where the stories come into play. One story is that of a family that lived in a house where Union Hall now stands. One night the house caught fire and the Mother and daughter were caught inside, the father was the only one who nearly escaped. The flames spread quickly and unfortunately killed the Mother and her daughter. As the father and witnesses looked on, they could hear the daughter cry out "Daddy, Daddy help me I'm burning" As time wore on people forgot the tragedy. But the Scene would repeat it's self over and over, not visually, but audibly.
After hearing this story I was intrigued, but kept on with my studies. Later that month I was on campus very early in the morning, I think it was 7 AM, for an unrelated english assignment. After I was finished with what I had to do I liked at my watch ad saw that it was still very early, so early in fact that the cafeteria wasn't even open. So I decided to go and sit outside my english class door until class started. As I walked up the stair well I thought about the story that my teacher had told us weeks earlier. So when I was near the floor that my class was on I decided to see for my self if the story was true about hearing the young girls voice. I quietly listened for a few moments, when I didn't hear anything I decided to keep going up the stairs. But as I put my foot on the next step, I heard it! I heard the little girls voice as if it were coming from a great distance..."Daddy, Daddy help me I'm burning".
I quickly went the rest of the way and got into the hall where I could get to my class when I thought to my self, What if that were a real child in the building that I was mistaking for a ghost? That was impossible, first off Columbus Sate has a rule that no children are allowed in any of the academic buildings unless they are a part of the lecture. So I was convinced that I really did hear the ghostly voice of the little girl.
This i not the end of the stories at Columbus Sate, a few other things happen in the Union Hall building, mostly at night when only a few students are in the building for night classes. Some have witnessed the elevators stop on the floor that they are at, as if some one pushed the floor button to get on, the doors will open and no one is there. The only thing wrong with this is that the elevators don't automatically go up and down on their own. When you get off the elevator, that's where the elevator car stays. Even stranger though are the mysterious animal paw prints on the lower floor of the building, as well as animal hair in the corners of the halls. The explanation for some of this is because in the bottom floor of the building there is an animal morgue, where veterinarian students learn about the anatomy of the animals. That would account for only some of the hairs. The rest have been found on the other floors where they shouldn't be, the paw prints shouldn't be there at all, no live animals are kept at the school. This brings me to another story of the building. On some nights the evening cleaning crew are mopping up the hall ways and sweeping the carpets of the empty class rooms, when something will catch their eye. the person will go to the door and look around the corner only to see the back side of a cat or dog, from the hind legs to the tail, When the animal goes around the corner the cleaning person will follow to get the animal out of the building, but when they get to where the animal was, it's gone. The doors are all closed and some times the animal has turned around a corner that leads to nowhere.
This is what I have so far, but there is more. I will send it later on this week. Thank you for your interest in what I have to tell you, not to many people are interested.
Erik Mowery
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