Ghost Monk.

This picture was taken in a cathedral in Belgium by my friend Joe. If you look, you'll see the figure of a man man wearing what appears to be a dark robe... Only his face is through. 

I asked Joe if he remember the figure being there when he took the photo. He said, "I don't remember him being there... I would have usually waited to let someone pass before trying to take that photo. I also have a picture a few seconds later and the figure is not to be seen. Most of the others in that photo are still there. It really freaked me out when I saw it the first time. I definitely felt a presence in that church, which doesn't happen often..."

Thank you for sharing, Joe!

Oakland Community Cemmetry



I've just returned from a visit to Oakland Community Cometery in Duluth, Ga. I pass this place all the time, but I'd never actually been there until today. There was always something so magnetic about it though. Like it wanted me to go there. Always drawing me in.

This is a very... interesting cemetery. Normally Graveyards feel vacant to me. As in, no ghosts hanging around. I mean think about it, if you were a ghost and you could go anywhere, would you want to hang around your lifeless body all the time? I wouldn't. I probably go to England.

But as I walked through all strangely decorated graves... I felt a mixture of emotions, and many strong presences. I definitely did not feel alone. I felt many children in this cemetery. And when I really started looking at headstones, I did see a lot of children's graves. More than I've ever seen in one place. Which to me, might make sense as to why I felt so many young spirits. It almost felt as though they we're "staying put", waiting for their parents to return. Just like any child they may become separated from their Mom and Dad at shopping mall or a park.  

The other odd thing about this cemetery was the amount of oddly placed and/or unmarked graves.  There were lots of graves that looked as though the family may have dug them their selves and made the headstones. Perhaps they did not have very much money. And there were also many raised mounds of land side by side marked with nothing jagged rocks or bricks. No writing. That made me feel very uneasy and sad.

The last thing that really stood out to me was how elaborately decorated some of the graves were. Not just flowers, but tons of little sautes and marbles and personal items. It was weird. And eerie.

In conclusion, I would say that there are most certainly some stragglers in this cemetary. Nothing bad. Just lonely. I took some pictures, and as always, thanked the spirits for allowing me to visit with them and take their photos.

Enjoy.

Mr. Gordy

The Ruins.



So there's these incredible ruins right outside of downtown atlanta... It used to be an old water plant... I think.


It's now abandoned, and covered in graffiti. Really amazing and beautiful. There is something so magical and whimsical about this place. Walking around the rusty pipes and brick walls, you just don't even feel like it's a real place. It's almost like a movie set.


So, there was one spot... the only area that gave me in kind of "feeling". My friend informed me that it was where, allegedly, satanic rituals took place...


I walked through the door and stood there for a minute, and suddenly this huge brick feel, forcefully and violently, right by my head! As in... an inch closer and it would have probably killed me. Pretty unsettling. And just really weird. And spooky.


I apologized for entering, and left the area. That was that.

Photo By Dave Williamson



Roadside Graveyard...

I love cemeteries. I'm creepy, I know. These photos were taken at a rest area somewhere in Missouri. I've noticed a lot of graveyards on the side of the interstates while driving through the Midwest... like just out in the middle of no where! I'm not sure why they're there... maybe there were once towns that existed at and some point, and were eventually abandoned... and then highways were built? I don't know, but the mystery intrigues me. Creeptastic.

Haunted Molly.

Haunted Molly sits.

Haunted Molly stands.

Haunted Molly lies down.

Ghost Hand

This is a photo was taken at North Gwinnett High School, in Suwanee, Georgia. It was during a dance recital in the school's theater. Backstage there are a two or tree dressing rooms all full of costumes. Cothing, hats, wigs, shoes, everything. Most of it from thrift stores, yard sales and donations.

It isn't uncommon for objects to be haunted. Spirits will sometimes attach themselves to various possessions from their life that held sentimental value to them. This picture shows a student of mine playing around with an old wedding dress. If you look in the right hand coroner of the picture, you can see what appears to be a ghostly female hand reaching for the dress.

When this picture was taken, the only other person in the dressing room, besides the young girl in the photo, was me... and I took the picture.

So what do you think? A reflection, a glitch in the film? Either way, it's very strange. But quite cool, if you ask me.

Happy Easter!

The Old Sandy Cross School House

Located in Franklin County Georgia. This old abandoned school house was once an orphanage. The story around town is, the boys and girls who lived in the home were regularly abused by the owners and staff. Very, very sad and horrible to think about.


Apparently this went on for years until one day, a little girl escaped and ran to a store down the road. She told the lady working there about what was happening at the orphanage. She immediately reported it. The establishment was then investigated and shut down.


The building has been used for various things such as a school and a community center. Rumor has it that the orphans who once lived in the center are still around haunting the place. Doors open and close by themselves, foot steps and children's voices are heard when no one is around, and there have even been reports of little hand print appearing on the windows.


My overall impression of the old Sandy Cross school house? Really creepy. The whole place gave me chills. Maybe because there is really some sort of paranormal presence, or maybe it's just the thought all the awful things that went on there.

Facless Fred

This is called 'The Speakeasy'. It's a restaurant in the middle of miles and miles of corn fields in Holdrege, Nebraska. I mean it when I say this place is in the middle of nowhere.

So Fred was a farmer, naturally.  And apparently he was super hot. And he was big time ladies man. He was also married.


One day, Fred's wife got fed up with his all of his all his unfaithful acts. She killed him. And she cut his face off. It's hard to get ladies without a face, isn't it? I wonder what else she cut off...?

Anyhow, she dumped his body in a well. Later, an eating and drinking establishment was erected over the site... the grave  "Faceless Fred".


Supposedly, Fred is still around. Haunting the place and harassing the female employees and customers. Supposedly.


I went to the Speakeasy while I was in Nebraska visiting relatives. The onion rings were... well, to die for. And the ghost? I didn't feel anything. The staff let me go into the basement where faceless Fred body supposedly is and get some pictures. Other than a bunch of dust and boxes, there wasn't anything or anyone down there.


But it's a cool story, and a great way to get customers in.

The end.

Busby's Chair

Probably my favorite ghost story of all time.

In a nut shell...

Thomas Busby was a trouble maker and a dunk. Supposedly. And he had a favorite chair. In a pub... located inside an Inn In North Yorkshire, England.

Busby got into a heated argument one day with a man named, Daniel Auty, and apparently murdered him... with a hammer. Yikes.

A few days later, after authorities located Auty's remains, they went into the pub, to find Busby sitting in his chair, drunk, like always. They arrested him, took him across the street, and hung him. Tough break.

So here's the good part, as he was being dragged out of the Inn, kicking and screaming, Busby shouted to onlookers that anyone who sat in his chair would die a horrible death.

And no joke, everyone who has ever sat in Busby's chair died shortly after. I when I say shortly, I mean within minutes or hours and in the strangest ways! Look them up if you don't believe me.

Eventually it became such a issue that the chair was removed from the Inn (which is now known as the  the Busby Stoop Inn) and nailed up high on the wall of the Thirsk Museum in North Yorkshire. No one has sat in the "haunted" chair since. Thus, no more mysterious and untimely deaths. For the most part.

I consider myself a person who does not scare easily when the paranormal is concerned. But Busby's Chair really gives me the heebee jeebees. I'm not even sure if I'd want to be in the same room as it, and I most certainly wouldn't sit in it.