I HATE haunted houses - when I was a teenager, I went to one of those haunted houses that pop up around Halloween, with my church youth group. I have never been back to another. I do not like people to touch me or jump out at me - that is, people that I do not know from Adam. So I was a little hesitant to go on a ghost walk - until the advertisement promised that there would be no tricks and no one would jump out to scare me. I figured they would surely rig something so you would feel like you got the most for your money. However, curiosity won out and we went on a ghost walk in Gatlinburg last Thursday night while on vacation.
At the risk of sounding like I may need to be committed, I am going to tell you all about what happened. You can see the pictures on Facebook - they wouldn't look so great here because they come out too small - and even on FB, they are not as good as the originals on my computer.
We started out by walking up behind the restrooms in The Village. There is a little paved road there - who knew that a graveyard was there?! I never knew. But first - it was a full moon - so we had to see something right? I am open to the possibility that spirits or souls stay on this earth after death. We know that the Bible talks of a "waiting area" for judgement day, but we also know that some came back to visit and we don't know exactly WHEN they go there. We hear about "walking into the light" so maybe some souls don't go to the light for a while after death.
Our guide was waiting for us right in front of the cemetary. He was a great story teller - we were all fascinated. I had no idea that such a small town could have such horrible deaths. I learned a couple of things as well. Way back when - around the 1800's or so, there was a disease that made people LOOK dead, but they really weren't. So there was a real danger of being buried alive. To keep this from happening, they would put a pipe with a string in it that went down inside the coffin. At the top was a bell. If you happened not to be dead, you could pull on the string that rang the bell and hope that someone was close by to hear and then hope that you didn't suffocate while they dug you out. That is where we get the term "Saved by the Bell". Also, there had to be someone to hang around the graveyard at night - just in case one of those bells rang - hence "Graveyard Shift". Of course then you had the problem if you were the ringer that the watchman might be too scared to get help and think that a ghost was ringing the bell. I also learned that 3:00 AM is called the bewitching hour because it was the exact opposite of 3:00 PM - the time that Jesus died. Supposedly if you hang out around graveyards and other ghostly places, you will always see something at 3:00 AM. I didn't try that....
The most exciting thing to me was the fact that I got an EMF (electro magnetic field) detector. Supposedly ghosts use energy from nature to move around. When that energy is collected together it forms an EMF field. Imagine my surprise when I found out that these are actually used and not just made to detect ghosts with. Ours were very simple - no numbers - just Safe, Caution and Danger. If yours went to caution or danger, you might be in the presence of a ghost. HOWEVER, look around you first. If you are standing under a street lamp or close to one of those electricity boxes, it will go off. I tested mine a bit first - mine never turned yellow under the street lamps and I had to get right up next to a transformer box for it to change. So this told me that you had to be in close proximity for it to work.
After talking in the cemetery a bit, we started walking. He took us over close to "Fort Fun". There is a parking lot and big wall there covered with ivy. There used to be a pizza parlor there. It went out of business because they couldn't keep employees - they would all quit after a few hours because of the strange things that happened. He also said that only those who lived in town could park their cars there now - strange things happened to outsider's cars....
Moving on, we went through an alley - that I would have never stepped in had I not been led there - into the back parking lot of one of the older hotels where they were building something. This particular hotel was the scene of a very brutal, bloody double murder. Now this is where the EMF detector started lighting up - both mine and Daniel's. Of course that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up - added to the fact that it was DARK - no street lamps - just the lights from the hotel and they were not very close. So I started snapping pictures - one time - and one time only - I pushed down on the button to the half way point (those of you who have digital cameras know what I am talking about) and in the screen, there was the shadow of a man with a sort of engineer's hat on. I totally freaked out and snapped - but nothing was in the picture when I went back. It gives me goose bumps now because I still see that image in my head. When I went back to the picture - on close examination, there was an orb - and this orb had a face. This was the only time that I felt funny - like I was close to a ghost - that goosebumpee feeling - you know?
We then moved on to the hotel beside the Haunted Mansion. This was the scene of two children playing in an open window - one fell inside and hit his head and the other fell out the window - both died. Many people have reported seeing a young girl playing in the water and others have recording the sounds of children playing in the stairwells there. I had some orbs in the pictures of the hotel.
Next, we turned around and looked at the space needle. Here was a horrible death of a worker who fell on top of the elevator, while it was full of people. (Beware this gets gross) His body was caught in the gears and torn up. The elevator gets stuck and his blood runs down the sides of the GLASS elevator. I got some mist in that picture. But the story alone makes you have nightmares and the guide of course embellished the story.
We headed back to the cemetery after this where our guide told us the sad story of Lydia. Lydia was in love and engaged to get married. She had already bought her beautiful wedding dress. Her fiance (whose name I have forgotten) had to make a business trip to Knoxville. The wedding day came and he had not returned. Lydia was convinced she had been stood up at the alter. She put on her wedding dress and hung herself. She can be seen walking through the cemetery in her wedding dress, on the left side looking for her fiance. The sad thing was that it was later found out that he had been attacked by a mountain lion on the road home and killed.
So on to my pictures - I snapped more than 100 pics that night. Looking through them on my camera didn't show anything - EXCEPT the strange black blob at the haunted fountain. I was very disappointed. I didn't have my camera cord with me, so I was unable to download them until I got home. Once home, I went into ghostbuster mode. I looked at every single picture and did find some orbs - which by the way - orbs are seen most often because that is an easy shape to manifest into (don't know how someone figured that one out). BUT they are also the easiest to explain away as dust or insects, so orb pictures are common. I did see on one of my "ghost" shows that I enjoy watching, that insects usually appear as a "rod" shape instead of a circle and of course experts can tell the difference between a dust orb and a spirit orb. Nevertheless, I have orbs in some of my pictures and some are impressive - especially the one with a face. I also got a couple of pictures with a ghostly mist in them as well. So all in all I was pleased. They were taken with a very unimpressive camera, one that is just a point and click digital camera and only enhanced by using the "auto correct" function on my windows computer. I don't own photoshop. I didn't add or take away. Everything above happened including the man. I had a BLAST! And I am ready to do it again.
I highly recommend the Ghost Walk in Gatlinburg. It was worth the money! The whole family - including Scooter - had a great time!
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Ghosts
Beware - this is going to be a long post because I have had an absolutely incredible day - I loved the people the first day I went to work here - and after today I am in love with this tiny dot in the Pacific Ocean.
I started out the day thinking that I would go to all the War in the Pacific parks (there are seven) but after going to two, I just drove and took pictures - I will go to more later.
My first stop was Asan Beach. Last night I watched a newsreel about this fierce battle and I was hooked, I wanted to see these places. So take yourself back to July of 1944 - setting - Guam. The Japanese had taken over the island - this was an important island because of it's central positioning in the Pacific Ocean. The Chamorro (natives of Guam) were either in Japanese concentration camps or hiding out in the mountains in fear. The Spanish American War had left the island of Guam to the Americans but in 1931, the president demilitarized the island and left just a small number of Marines there. In 1941, Japan sent a massive strike force to take the island. Now back to 1944 - the US made plans for operation Stevedore and to take back the island, but somehow the Japanese found out - they reinforced the possible landing sites and mountains but made one critical mistake. They put the bulk of their forces at the beach in Tumon (where my hotel is). The US chose Asan as their first strike. On July 21, the US made their move - Marines hit Asan beach first. It had to be a hard way to come in - the water here is lined with lava rocks - not an easy landing - on top of that - it's HOT here and steamy humid. Close to the water, you can feel the tradewinds, but once in the jungle, you can't feel anything. Now back to the present. Asan is a popular tourist beach and it was very noisy today - but the luckily I suppose the Japanese don't enjoy visiting the site of one of their worst defeats in history - so i pretty much had the war stuff to myself.
This picture was taken from the beach - see all the rocks - they are everywhere - and they are rough and sharp - probably why the Japanese didn't expect them to land here. However - they still had the beach covered and did not make it easy for the marines. I really wanted to see some of the bomb holes - so I decided to take one of the trails into the jungle. (At the point, Robbie is thinking how stupid his wife is to go hiking alone with weak ankles - and truthfully, I was thinking the same thing - but more about being alone in the jungle than turning my ankle - but I may never be back - I had to go) So literally I went into the jungle.
I wasn't thinking too much about it being uphill, but let me tell you it got hot - and really looking at this picture - that is probably more of what the marines had to trek through instead of the nice mowed lawn back at the beach. As I moved up the hill, it got quiet - I had the trail completely to myself. It also got progressively hotter and miserable. I got to a clearing and cooled off a bit with the breeze. Once I was up the hill and not huffing and puffing, I began to really enjoy this. I stopped and realized that I was surrounded by butterflies - they were everywhere! Not like those pictures you see on TV - but one time I saw seven all at once above my head. I kept hearing noises in the bushes and prayed it wasn't the brown snakes (they say that there are millions here- not kidding) and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to see the bomb holes. Unfortunately, they don't believe too much in putting signs up here. I was on my own. I happened to look to my right and see a concrete slab and wondered what it was - I walked over and looked down and was rewarded with this:
It looked a little creepy and a lot snakey, but I went in.
I finally saw what I came for. Bomb holes and a place where the Japanese were stationed with their guns. The picture below is where the Japanese used concrete to create a place for the gunners - they crouched down and placed their guns on the concrete ledge. The white wood that you see is where it's been reinforced for preservation. It looks like in the back that it was hit by mortar fire. I am just guessing though - it could just be crumbling from age.
Below is one of the bomb holes - Since I didn't have a sign to tell me, I am assuming that by bomb hole, they mean it's where a bomb from the US hit. Some of the signs back at the beach said that it was still possible to find unexploded bomb and such - that's a lovely thought to a girl all alone in the jungle...
As I moved on down the trail, I realized that I was getting back to the ocean - to my surprise, I had discovered my own little beach. I was all alone in the world - just me and the tiny little crabs that were everywhere. And I do mean everywhere - if
it wasn't a crab, it was a lizard - but I was thankful that it wasn't a snake - especially the brown kind. Two pictures of my little private beach are below. I stayed here for a long time - for a couple of reasons - one it was hot in the jungle and this let me catch some of the breezes and cool off a bit before I started back and two it was just so peaceful. I have NEVER had a beach to myself. The beaches I have been to have always been crowded - this to me was a truly magical moment. As I sat on a rock on my beach, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that day in July in 1944.
I tried to imagine this beauty with blood everywhere from Americans and Japanese and the sound of mortar fire and machine guns and airplanes. Shouts and screams......and then I heard it.....my mind came immediately back to the present because the sound I had just heard was the high pitched whine of a mosquito in my ear! Shoot! I had watched enough TV to know that there are ALWAYS mosquitoes in the jungle! No bug spray with me - time to retreat.
Back onto the highway to the next beach. Agat beach. Back to 1944 - Once Asan was taken it was time for the next wave to move in- a group of Marines and Army were next. Their orders were to move in on Agat beach and take the mountain and the peninsula close by. This was a very strategic battle because taking the peninsula gave the US control of the harbor and air field. The Japanese were ready for this battle though. This was an easier landing for the troops - no rocks like the beach at Asan. Not only was there a stronghold on the beach plus numerous pillboxes and blockhouses in the water just off the beach, but there were also over 20 large guns used by the Japenese. Two are on display on the beach.
According to the internet (there actually was a sign for this, but it was ruined), this first gun was a machine cannon that was used to fire on the battleships. The other gun directly above was an anti aircraft machine gun. This picture is taken from where the Japanese soldier would have been standing in 1944. It felt kind of creepy to be standing there - like the ghost of the Japanese soldier was there with me - seriously. Below is a picture of a pillbox from the outside - there was a lookout on the top of the pillbox.
This picture shows one of the block houses. It's hard to see but there are small square holes for men to stick their guns out of. There were actually Japanese men in the water in these concrete squares. Definitely NOT the place to be stationed - there was no retreating from one of these.
Time to leave the ghosts - I was tired from my hike and decided to drive awhile. The scenery was absolutely amazing. One minute you were driving up a mountain - then you would round a curve and the scenery would open up to an incredible view. Below are some of my pics.
Bear Rock - can you see it?
Wanna Ride? And the answer to the burning question in your mind - yes that woman did get up on this beast - I chose to spare her dignity and not take a picture.
There are many more pictures on facebook - I didn't put them all here. It's time to take a shower and relax. It's the end of a perfect day. Tomorrow church and more sights or maybe I will just sit on the beach and read - I meant to do some of that today - but was overcome with sightseeing!
Good Night - or Good Morning to you ;)
Kristi
I started out the day thinking that I would go to all the War in the Pacific parks (there are seven) but after going to two, I just drove and took pictures - I will go to more later.
My first stop was Asan Beach. Last night I watched a newsreel about this fierce battle and I was hooked, I wanted to see these places. So take yourself back to July of 1944 - setting - Guam. The Japanese had taken over the island - this was an important island because of it's central positioning in the Pacific Ocean. The Chamorro (natives of Guam) were either in Japanese concentration camps or hiding out in the mountains in fear. The Spanish American War had left the island of Guam to the Americans but in 1931, the president demilitarized the island and left just a small number of Marines there. In 1941, Japan sent a massive strike force to take the island. Now back to 1944 - the US made plans for operation Stevedore and to take back the island, but somehow the Japanese found out - they reinforced the possible landing sites and mountains but made one critical mistake. They put the bulk of their forces at the beach in Tumon (where my hotel is). The US chose Asan as their first strike. On July 21, the US made their move - Marines hit Asan beach first. It had to be a hard way to come in - the water here is lined with lava rocks - not an easy landing - on top of that - it's HOT here and steamy humid. Close to the water, you can feel the tradewinds, but once in the jungle, you can't feel anything. Now back to the present. Asan is a popular tourist beach and it was very noisy today - but the luckily I suppose the Japanese don't enjoy visiting the site of one of their worst defeats in history - so i pretty much had the war stuff to myself.
This picture was taken from the beach - see all the rocks - they are everywhere - and they are rough and sharp - probably why the Japanese didn't expect them to land here. However - they still had the beach covered and did not make it easy for the marines. I really wanted to see some of the bomb holes - so I decided to take one of the trails into the jungle. (At the point, Robbie is thinking how stupid his wife is to go hiking alone with weak ankles - and truthfully, I was thinking the same thing - but more about being alone in the jungle than turning my ankle - but I may never be back - I had to go) So literally I went into the jungle.
I wasn't thinking too much about it being uphill, but let me tell you it got hot - and really looking at this picture - that is probably more of what the marines had to trek through instead of the nice mowed lawn back at the beach. As I moved up the hill, it got quiet - I had the trail completely to myself. It also got progressively hotter and miserable. I got to a clearing and cooled off a bit with the breeze. Once I was up the hill and not huffing and puffing, I began to really enjoy this. I stopped and realized that I was surrounded by butterflies - they were everywhere! Not like those pictures you see on TV - but one time I saw seven all at once above my head. I kept hearing noises in the bushes and prayed it wasn't the brown snakes (they say that there are millions here- not kidding) and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to see the bomb holes. Unfortunately, they don't believe too much in putting signs up here. I was on my own. I happened to look to my right and see a concrete slab and wondered what it was - I walked over and looked down and was rewarded with this:
It looked a little creepy and a lot snakey, but I went in.
I finally saw what I came for. Bomb holes and a place where the Japanese were stationed with their guns. The picture below is where the Japanese used concrete to create a place for the gunners - they crouched down and placed their guns on the concrete ledge. The white wood that you see is where it's been reinforced for preservation. It looks like in the back that it was hit by mortar fire. I am just guessing though - it could just be crumbling from age.
Below is one of the bomb holes - Since I didn't have a sign to tell me, I am assuming that by bomb hole, they mean it's where a bomb from the US hit. Some of the signs back at the beach said that it was still possible to find unexploded bomb and such - that's a lovely thought to a girl all alone in the jungle...
As I moved on down the trail, I realized that I was getting back to the ocean - to my surprise, I had discovered my own little beach. I was all alone in the world - just me and the tiny little crabs that were everywhere. And I do mean everywhere - if
it wasn't a crab, it was a lizard - but I was thankful that it wasn't a snake - especially the brown kind. Two pictures of my little private beach are below. I stayed here for a long time - for a couple of reasons - one it was hot in the jungle and this let me catch some of the breezes and cool off a bit before I started back and two it was just so peaceful. I have NEVER had a beach to myself. The beaches I have been to have always been crowded - this to me was a truly magical moment. As I sat on a rock on my beach, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that day in July in 1944.
I tried to imagine this beauty with blood everywhere from Americans and Japanese and the sound of mortar fire and machine guns and airplanes. Shouts and screams......and then I heard it.....my mind came immediately back to the present because the sound I had just heard was the high pitched whine of a mosquito in my ear! Shoot! I had watched enough TV to know that there are ALWAYS mosquitoes in the jungle! No bug spray with me - time to retreat.
Back onto the highway to the next beach. Agat beach. Back to 1944 - Once Asan was taken it was time for the next wave to move in- a group of Marines and Army were next. Their orders were to move in on Agat beach and take the mountain and the peninsula close by. This was a very strategic battle because taking the peninsula gave the US control of the harbor and air field. The Japanese were ready for this battle though. This was an easier landing for the troops - no rocks like the beach at Asan. Not only was there a stronghold on the beach plus numerous pillboxes and blockhouses in the water just off the beach, but there were also over 20 large guns used by the Japenese. Two are on display on the beach.
According to the internet (there actually was a sign for this, but it was ruined), this first gun was a machine cannon that was used to fire on the battleships. The other gun directly above was an anti aircraft machine gun. This picture is taken from where the Japanese soldier would have been standing in 1944. It felt kind of creepy to be standing there - like the ghost of the Japanese soldier was there with me - seriously. Below is a picture of a pillbox from the outside - there was a lookout on the top of the pillbox.
This picture shows one of the block houses. It's hard to see but there are small square holes for men to stick their guns out of. There were actually Japanese men in the water in these concrete squares. Definitely NOT the place to be stationed - there was no retreating from one of these.
Time to leave the ghosts - I was tired from my hike and decided to drive awhile. The scenery was absolutely amazing. One minute you were driving up a mountain - then you would round a curve and the scenery would open up to an incredible view. Below are some of my pics.
Bear Rock - can you see it?
Wanna Ride? And the answer to the burning question in your mind - yes that woman did get up on this beast - I chose to spare her dignity and not take a picture.
There are many more pictures on facebook - I didn't put them all here. It's time to take a shower and relax. It's the end of a perfect day. Tomorrow church and more sights or maybe I will just sit on the beach and read - I meant to do some of that today - but was overcome with sightseeing!
Good Night - or Good Morning to you ;)
Kristi
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