I sat there, quietly, in the heat of the summer night and in the
middle of a cemetery, waiting for voices from beyond the grave to speak into my digital voice recorder. Only occasionally did it cross my mind that I
had officially gone insane, I was too busy asking questions.
“What is your name?”
“Why are you still here?”
“Can you touch me?”
To be honest, I didn’t set out to become a member of a paranormal research group. I was contacting the local groups that are already established,
hoping to interview its members and tag along on a single hunt. I quickly learned that the established groups in this area are made up of folks that
are either suspicious of you or snobs. Outsiders are not welcome, even for a one-time trip.
By Milton Redman.
I continued my search though and along the way I stumbled across Clint. His experiences with local groups mirrored mine, and had posted on a chat
board that he was looking to start a new group. A few emails later and we were ready to meet and get our first hunt underway.
An inventory showed we had more than enough equipment for the job. Between the two of us we had mini DVD recorders, Digital voice recorders, Digital
cameras, Laser thermometers, Geiger counters, and just about everything else in between. If a ghost showed up, there was darn little chance of it
going undetected. Heck, the only thing we lacked was the ability to suck it into a canister, but I’m working on that.
Our first meet and greet was held July 15, 2009 at Clint’s house in Pea Ridge Arkansas. Several interested people showed up and after introductions
and discussions on techniques and such we set out for a local cemetery to try our hand at contacting spirits from beyond the veil.
Which brings us back to the beginning of this article. I sat in the cemetery talking to thin air and hoping for a response. Occasionally snapping a
picture or filming the graveyard with a mini DVD, hoping for anything to happen.
Now here’s where I get slammed by the anti-orb crowd, You see, I was catching orbs right and left and though I too doubt they are anything more
than dust, I thought it would be fun to share a picture or two with you.
My goal is to capture a full body apparition that is beyond question. That may be impossible in this day of Photoshop, but it’s still my goal.
I’ve no doubt that someday I’ll get the opportunity, I just pray I and my equipment are ready at the right moment.
“SOMETHING TOUCHED ME!” That was Clint from the other side of the cemetery. We trotted over to his location and he was holding out his arm. He
was covered in goose bumps, even though it was well in the upper 80’s F. His son ran an EMF detector over his arm and it actually reacted. I can
personally vouch that his arm was cold to the touch.
Was he actually touched by a ghost? I don’t know. I wanted to start asking the spirit to touch me but didn’t want to steal his thunder of the
Shortly after that we decided to call it a night and headed for home.
It was a good first hunt for the group. Other than Clint being touched there was little evidence of the paranormal, but we learned quite a bit that
night. Lessons we’re still fine tuning as we make plans for other adventures into the otherworldly realms.
Since then we’ve been to another supposedly haunted cemetery and had a very interesting investigation there as well. We’re still going over the
findings on that one. We’ve also received our first invitation to a haunted home. The owner claims they have shadow figures on the inside and a
Confederate soldier walking the grounds on the outside. I’m really looking forward to that one.
My goal is to keep the ATS community informed of our outings and findings as we grow in this venture, and how we are able to move from a group of
strangers and meld ourselves into a team.
There will be more to come.