Changes.

While I do have a few personal stories from various friends and acquaintances developing in the eaves right now, they’re probably going to take a bit more time to come together, but I do want to share these stories with you. They do to me what a good ghost story does to the, well let’s be honest, more normal person (the one who doesn’t run around in the dark every weekend asking for knocks and groans), they make me feel like what’s being talked about could be in the room with me, could follow me home, could become my story far too easily…

Today though, I wanted to update you on our Stanley happenings, where a strange kind of drama has been unfolding these last few months.

You’re all up to date on the strange oddities of the early spring following my encounters with the Pig-Man at the end of December. If you’re not, information on the Pig-Man can be found here; https://karlpfeiffer.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/pig-men-and-psychics/ and information on the influx of the nature spirits and elementals on the night of the supermoon are recapped here; https://karlpfeiffer.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/summertime-and-supermoons-and-sprites/. And of course, the conversation with Lucy via Cell Censor in April https://karlpfeiffer.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/a-conversation-with-the-dead/.

This general timeline suggests that there was an influx in April of nature spirits that had the distinctly similar presence to the feel of the spirits in the neighboring Carriage House (as seen on Ghost Adventures. The Carriage House is condemned, locked and boarded up, and watched by security, so don’t go near it, it’s very dangerous). Around this time in April, preliminary renovation work was being done on the building, as the owner was interested in converting the building to a museum. In the first week of work, the primary overseers had strange experiences in their bedrooms of entities, one appearing as an indian chief, watching them sleep. Otherwise, during the day, piles of paint cans and boxes and materials would be strewn across the floor, and strange sounds accompanied their work.

Callea and I stepped into the building a few weeks after to see if the entities would approach us with their concerns in whatever way they felt. Trying to both stir them up and understand the situation, I dove into a questioning and, as spirit sessions in the dead of night go, I began to explain what was happening, to help these spirits understand what was going on, to see if they understood, to see if expressing it would stir their emotions. The night was quiet, but the intensity of the space was undeniable.

The following week, the workers approached Callea, wondering what it was that we’d done. The activity, they said, had grown quiet and settled once again.

It was barely weeks later, on the night of the Supermoon, that the influx of new spirits into the basement of the concert hall was so intense it was almost fully manifested. More information can be found on my blog about it. We’d assumed at the time that, driven from the construction and renovation work, these more reclusive spirits had taken to the next quietest place on the hotel grounds, the basement of the Concert Hall; Lucy’s room.

I look back on it now, and wonder if perhaps still it was more of a statement. How about we overrun your space? But the more I contemplate that approach, the less it makes sense. We want activity, we want experiences, I think the spirits know this. Even on hunts where I profess an interest in the spirit themselves and supplying company, deep down inside I do truly want most to have the experience. If the spirits from next door where indeed annoyed with us, I’m not sure running wild through our stomping grounds was any kind of problematic act.

Continuing this suggestion though, perhaps it’s not their migration that was intended to be problematic, but what’s happened afterward, if anything the elimination of activity.

Since the night of the supermoon, everything has changed.

Lucy talked to us for two hours from the bathroom, which she hadn’t been active in since before I began my investigations the prior August. At the time we didn’t think to ask about the move, or whether the new spirits were in any way intrusive. Since then, Lucy’s been quiet. Paul has been quiet. Usually with these two being quiet, our first worry isn’t intrusive spirits, but that we’ve annoyed them into a break (and with up to three ghost hunts a weekend this July, it’s possible). I’ve even wondered if Paul has accepted that we investigate until one and the hotel has approved us. These are the kinds of things we worry about telling our guest investigators, because who wants to hear our two main most spirits are quiet?

While Lucy and Paul might be hanging to the back, we’ve getting building interaction with new spirits. One in particular, beginning around March, is indicated by an extremely distinct smell, the overwhelming scent of body odor. Think of it, I like to say, as running up to give your dad a hug after a long hot summer day of yard work. It’s the kind of smell that isn’t easily confused with mildew or wet carpet; it’s sweat. The first night we smelled it, Connor and Callea and I took turns smelling each other, but no luck. Since then, we’ve smelled him as regularly as once every other weekend. In the last month he’s moved away from Lucy’s room alone to Paul’s room and then to the bathroom, where he stole a kiss on the cheek from one of our guests a week ago.

“Sweat!” She screamed, running across the room after a peck on the cheek. “It smells like sweat.” We explicitly do not tell our guest investigators of the kind of odor we detect to validate the external nature of the smell.

The week before, five people in two separate groups detected the smell in Paul’s room. Two weeks ago, we spoke to a spirit who refused to give its name in a twenty minute K2 session. Last night, Callea spoke to the same spirit in the same bathroom through the K2 where again it refused to give its name. (While names are significant in demonology, we have here no telling signs or standard indications of anything exceptionally negative.) For the past two weeks, Connor, one of our friends and tour guides, has reported the door in Lucy’s room closing twice. But not the main door that always closes, now it’s the bathroom door. A month ago, our security guard reported that everything felt different, that there was a kind of intimidation and upset in the air. Since, the activity has been strong, with loud unexplainable noises each time he finds himself there alone.

Now, I’d like to note that Callea and I don’t detect anything particularly malevolent, and we’re there each weekend. We’ve both been around angry spirits, and we both believe the building to be perfectly safe to search for answers and learn about ghost hunting. It’s just different. Strange. And unsettled. We miss Lucy and Paul, however far they are. I think they’re still around, but something is different. They’re holding back. Or being held back.

Curious about summoning (because we’re curious about controversial investigation ideas,) just today Callea asked a psychic friend for details on safe summoning. His texted reply, “If a normally active location is suddenly not active, something is holding the spirits back,” and that we have to make contact to get the older spirits back.

Tonight KJ McCormick will be joining us for the public hunt, as well as Clay Johnson, a Wyoming ghost hunter who now works for the hotel and his brother. After the hunt, we’re planning on addressing this spirit, and seeing if Lucy and Paul are only being quiet, or if there’s something holding them back.

As always, I’ll keep you posted.

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2 thoughts on “Changes.

  1. Good luck with the investigation tonight! I totally wish I was joining you guys! I hope that Paul and Lucy reserface soon. As always I enjoyed your blog!!!!

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