Haunted House For Sale

Hello everyone! So much for 2020 being my year. With all of the craziness of COVID-19, my brain has barely been able to function! Though, I have been releasing podcast episodes, so search Paranormal Princess on Spotify for all things paranormal!  While I’m working on some other things for the site, I thought I’d share an interesting story from my childhood.

It is common knowledge that if you tell someone a place is haunted, people are more likely to “experience” things in that place, compared to if they had no prior knowledge.  The following story is one of those cases where we had no idea that the house we were at was haunted. 

Not long after the events that were depicted on Netflix’s “Haunted”,  my mom, grandmother & myself were looking to move houses. I think I was around 9 or 10 years old. It’s hard to remember exactly, as that time in my life was so hectic my brain has blocked out some things. But not this.  There was one day we went to look at a place not too far from where we were currently living. This was in the middle of the day.  The house was pretty big and from the initial look-over was a pretty nice place.  As we were looking around the house we all went our own ways to explore. I remember going into what looked like a kids room because there was a little pen with kittens and toys all around the room. I’ve always been a cat lady! The kittens were obviously adorable and super playful so I was pretty focused on them, but all of the sudden they all became very scared and skittish.  Almost at the exact same time I felt a chill go over my whole body and could hear a whooshing noise. The bed squeaked a little behind me and it felt like I was being watched. I turned around to see who was there, and there was an indent in the bed. It looked like someone was sitting there. My little legs got me out of the room very quickly.

While this was happening, my mom was standing and looking into a different bedroom when she suddenly felt a hard push right behind her right shoulder. She turned around and nobody was there. This scared her pretty badly, so she immediately came and found me down the hall so we could get my grandmother and get the heck out of there.  The strangest thing about this is that not long after, a benign tumor grew in the exact spot where she was touched, and no doctor has really been able to tell her anything except not to worry about it.

My grandmother didn’t have anything happen that we can recall, but the house made her feel pretty uneasy.  As we were getting ready to leave, the owners asked us if we wanted to see the basement and like out of a cartoon, we all said “No!” “No, thank you!” and hurried out of there.  I’m pretty glad we didn’t end up moving from one haunted house to another.

Rules? But I’m Dead!

My mom and I often have the conversation about the possibility of rules on the other side of the veil.  Haven’t you ever wondered why answers are so indirect and not to the point? Often times when we ask spirits or gods/goddesses for answers, we never get it spelled out for us. Never just plain and simple.  Very rarely do witches, investigators, or even true psychics get the answers to the questions they are asking. It makes me wonder if in the grand scheme of things we aren’t supposed to have the answers.  You’d think that a spirit would want to tell us things, like where their body is buried or who killed them or where the money is hidden…if they could.

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Art by: John Kenn Mortensen

Maybe in the bigger picture there are things that our brains can’t comprehend, or on the other side it really just doesn’t matter.  Everyone thinks they have the answers to where we go. A good portion of people are convinced that they are 100% correct, but I truly think that people have to believe these things in order to compartmentalize the fear that comes with knowing that we will someday cease to exist in our current form.  Obviously I do believe that there is something out there after we die, but I think there is some cosmic law that prohibits spirits from sharing this information with us, or at this point we’d be able to have this information. I also wonder if it is the same forces that prevent us from proving that ghosts are real.  Let’s face it. We still can’t scientifically prove it. We have evidence supporting us (sometimes) but as far as science, we can still really only call it a pseudo-science. Our experiences don’t count as proof. They’re impossible to recreate over and over. Part of me hopes that someday we will be able to prove it, but part of me is scared of the answers…but most of me wants the proof!

What do you guys think? E-mail me at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com

Wild West – Haunted Colorado!

I recently took my mom to another fun (potentially haunted) location here in Colorado! Buffalo Bill’s grave site. Yes, he’s actually buried there. It was a really neat little place that was great for a day trip. Tucked away near Golden, Colorado, Buffalo Bill’s Grave site & museum are crucial to keeping Colorado’s history alive. It made for a great mom/daughter date! We had lunch, browsed the gift shop & even met some people who had traveled from other states to come and visit.

I’ve lived in Colorado all of my 28 years, but had never taken the time to learn about this history. I always thought he was just a sharp shooting trouble-maker in the old west. It turns out Buffalo Bill was actually quite the opposite of a trouble maker. He was born in 1846 & died in 1917.  During his time, he was known for hunting buffalo (hence the name), fighting in the Civil War, and later in life he became quite the showman. His show ran for many years, & even featured Annie Oakley in his “Buffalo Bill’s Wild West” performances. I’ll leave a link to PBS’s biography about him. It’s definitely worth the read.

Now, I’ve heard whispering over the years that he still haunts his grave. Obviously it’s hard to do an investigation during the day when there are a ton of people in and out…but the place had an exceptionally peaceful feel to it and I think the only spirit there is the spirit of old Colorado. But who knows, maybe Buffalo Bill pops in occasionally for a rare sighting!

I tend to believe that most spirits don’t stick around their graves, and mostly frequent the places that they lived and enjoyed life, or sometimes the places where they passed. Graves and funerals are some sort of catharsis for the living, not for the dead. I’ve never really understood graves, and have never really been to visit the graves of my passed loved ones. Do you really want to believe they’re hanging out in such a sad place? And that you will too one day? Nah. No thanks.




https://www.pbs.org/weta/thewest/people/a_c/buffalobill.htm


Independence Ghost Town – Colorado

Hey guys! I’m super sorry for the lack of updates. I was asked to be a part of a really cool podcast so I was focusing on getting my first episode out. https://open.spotify.com/episode/648WeBLJspsHracy3CpXgI)

Last weekend I spent 4 days camping with some of my favorite people, and it turns out that we were staying right by Independence Ghost Town. I’d heard of it, but always thought it was too far for a day trip. I was pretty dang excited to say the least. Ghost towns have a special place in my heart. Not so much because I believe they’re haunted, but they are filled with the spirits of Colorado’s past. It sounds cheesy, but you can close your eyes and really picture how it was to live there a hundred years ago.

The town of Independence was founded as a mining town in 1879…supposedly on July 4th! Obviously, this is where the name comes from.  Eventually the town came to life, but was very short lived, as many mining towns were. Boom or bust!!!

According to the Aspen History website “During the winter of 1899 the worst storm in Colorado’s history cut off the supply routes to Independence. The miners, who were running out of food, proceeded to dismantle their homes to make 75 pairs of skis and to escape en masse to Aspen. They made light of their adventure by making it a race of the Hunter’s Pass Ski Club—entry fee: one ham sandwich.”

Can you imagine this place during the winter??

Being there and seeing the vast canyon area with the remnants of a small town was breathtaking…but this is in August. How in the world did people manage to live there during the winter? As it stands now, the pass is closed down for a good portion of the year, and that’s with plows and salt. The people were probably stuck there for many months, dealing with elements.

I’m happy to say that there are still buildings standing that have been well preserved, minus the absolute IDIOTS who carve their initials or Twitter handles into things. Nobody cares, Mike from 2006!

It was interesting walking around because there is so much broken glass on the ground everywhere! One of the ladies who works there said some of it is from when the town was populated, but also during the 1970’s people from Aspen used to go and party there. I’m assuming this was before the town was really being preserved. There were a lot of other artifacts found, though.

Colorado is such a wonderful place to live, and there is just so much history here. The ghost town of Independence was like stepping into a time machine and if you ever have the chance to visit, I would highly recommend it.

Inside what was once the general store! It’s been rebuilt but using the same wood from the original building.
In front of one of the miners cabins


https://aspenhistory.org/tours-sites/independence-ghost-town/

Expanding on Lethbridge

I apologize for this one in advance! I’m a little rambly, but I’d like to get this out there.

So, I’ve spoken about Colin Wilson before, and he is most definitely another one of my favorite writers in the paranormal field. In his book, “Mysteries” he talks a lot about Lethbridge’s theories! I need to get my haunted little hands on some of his other works aside from “Ghost and Ghoul” but for now I’d like to discuss one entry Wilson mentioned.

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“And so Lethbridge’s experiments led him to the conclusion that various worlds – including the state of life-after-death – exist parallel with this one, and will even respond to a pendulum. An object that exists here also, apparently, also exists there – an interesting sidelight on the mystical formula: “As above, so below”. 

It would take ages to explain how Lethbridge methodically came to these conclusions, as they are a lifetime of work. I have much more reading to do myself! But, I do have a lot of trust in his theories. This snippet in particular strikes a chord.  Is there one parallel universe or are there many? Are there universes parallel to the parallel universes? The possibilities are absolutely endless. I mean it seems kind of silly to think that we’re the only ones who exist and that there are no other lifeforms or dimensions.  Look how far science has come in 100 years! In 100 years, who knows what we will have discovered.

This being said, how do the dimensions cross over? Or spirits for that matter. It almost seems like there’s tears that have happened over time allowing beings or energies to cross over. Again, this is just my own theory, but maybe these are caused by energies in our world created by man, and maybe some have been caused by magical rituals performed over the centuries. This makes me think of the film, “As Above So Below”. I really enjoyed it, and in the film the parallel universe seems to be the polar opposite of this one. So, if this was applied to the world today, does this mean for every healthy beautiful forest, there is the polar opposite parallel to this? If so, why? Maybe so things can come full circle. For one thing to exist, there must be an opposite. For every action there is a reaction.  Can good exist without evil or can we know true happiness without knowing devastation? In my humble opinion, the answer is no. I mean, what would make something good if there was no concept of bad? It would just be. I sincerely hope that in the future we are able to prove (or disprove) the existence of other worlds and dimensions and possibly figure out how they are part of our daily lives. In my deepest heart, I do believe that they exist.  

Maybe, in the end, these parallel universes exist so our world can exist in the way that it does. I know I’m getting a little…out here with this one, but it feels good to write some of this down and I’d love to hear what you guys think! For any further discussion please send me an e-mail at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com

There will be many, many further & more in-depth conversations about Lethbridge & Wilson.

xo

The Lady in White

Thinking about trying something a little different for my next entry (this whole blogging thing is kind of new and I want to keep it fun)…so while I’m working on some other things, I wanted to discuss a common theme I hear in ghost stories. 

WHY IS IT ALWAYS A WOMAN IN A WHITE DRESS?!


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Watching my favorite ghost shows or exploring local legends, it seems that there is always a lady in white.  The story is always different, but she’s always there. Sometimes she’s a widow waiting for her husband, other times she’s a young girl who’s life was taken too soon…or sometimes she is the murderer herself!  So, is it the same spirit who is constantly manifesting all over the world at different times? Doubtful. I’d be willing to say that this legend has carried on over the years and found its way into different cultures, as stories seem to do. Maybe people aren’t really seeing her as much as the stories lead you to believe and it’s more of a  “Mary heard it from Mark whose parents are friends with someone who saw the lady in white in the window!” type sighting.  

Now, I’ve been doing a little digging to try and figure out where this particular legend may have started but it is nearly impossible to pinpoint. Here are a few examples I could find:

  • Frederick I of Prussia’s death was reportedly predicted by the appearance of a lady in white, and that was all the way back in 1713.  
  • The Hohenzollerns of Germany were said to be haunted by a “lady in white”. Some thought it was Countess Kunigunde von Orlamonde who died in 1382 and had killed her all of her children.
  • There is white lady of Haapsalu Castle who went in disguise as a man to be with her lover and was eventually found out and killed. In Estonia there is now even a “White Lady Days” festival!
  • The Netherlands have the “white maidens” which are often associated with witches and faeries.
  • In the United States there are countless stories of the Lady in the Lake, who seems to always have befallen some sort of tragedy and who is dressed in white.
  • These USA stories are much more modern and often involve murder, suicide & betrayal. Maybe that’s why she’s in white? Some sort of symbolism that she is “pure” and innocent and didn’t deserve the events that happened?

Seeing how long legends of the lady in white have been around is truly fascinating.  There has to be a grain of truth to these somewhere, doesn’t there? Part of me wonders of some of these stories tie in with the Bean Sídhe (Banshee), a type of faery that brings the omen of death to families when they hear her wailing. As a faery witch I have read a great deal about Banshees, and that was my first thought when browsing through the older legends.

As for many of the more modern “lady in white” stories, I tend to believe they are mostly urban legends. Every town has a haunted bridge, or a school bus crash where the ghosts of children will move your car…and of course the lady in white.  These stories are always fun, and get people spooked but I can for sure say as soon as someone tells me “There’s been sightings of a lady in white…..” I usually become a lot more skeptical.

Who knows, maybe someday I’ll run into the lady in white. Maybe she can tell me why she is so sad. 

xo

Dearwood Ghost Town

This is just a short entry about a really neat little ghost town my mom and I went to visit last weekend! There are a lot of great ones in Colorado but many of them require a half a day to get to, so we found this little gem that was a little closer to Denver.

As I searched and searched for a fun place, I came across Dearwood, CO. It came to life in 1910 thanks to Oliver T. Jackson and was a thriving African American community! It grew into a sustainable place with churches, a gas station & homes. Unfortunately during the Dustbowl & Great Depression in the 1930’s, the town was mostly abandoned.

Here is a neat snippet from an article I found (link at the end). George Junne is a professor of Africana Studies at the University of Northern Colorado,

“While Jackson spent his time marketing the community and working in Denver, his wife, Minerva, acted as the town’s “judge, jury and executioner,” according to Junne. She ran the town’s day-to-day operations, and ran them tightly. “When she snapped her fingers you jumped,” Junne says.

In promotional pamphlets, Jackson touted the community’s rich soil and view of the mountains. Always on the lookout for newcomers to town, he made clear they were looking to grow. He never stopped thinking up new ways to make Dearfield succeed and fill its coffers, Junne says. Even Prohibition offered Jackson an opportunity.

“For a while this town was known as ‘Beerfield’ because he was bootlegging here,” Junne says. “He needed to make money to keep things going. The people all around here knew about it and they gave the nickname.”

It makes me sad to think about how quickly this town came and went, but it’s also really cool that this wonderful piece of African American history still stands for people to visit and hopefully educate themselves. Imagining what it was like 100 years ago is always fun and I hope the spirit of Dearwood can continue to live on!

I will say that it most definitely didn’t feel haunted. It almost had a light and happy feel to it. I guess I always thought ghost towns were supposed to be spooky and all, but most definitely not Dearwood! It sounds like during it’s brief history that it was a happy place of empowerment and success. Who knows, your neighborhood may someday be a decrepit ghost town that people come and visit.


https://www.harvestpublicmedia.org/post/forgotten-piece-african-american-history-great-plains

E-mail me anytime at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com!

xo

Tuning Into Our Radios

So this excerpt is in reference to T.C. Lethbridge hearing footsteps outside his door every night while he was staying at a house in Cambridge.  Now I’ve discussed receiving sets and telepathy a little bit before, but I’m going to discuss a little bit more, as I really can get behind this idea. Again, it’s not the end all be all, but I do think Lethbridge was onto something.

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TC Lethbridge

“I have little doubt that steps of this kind are a telepathic phenomenon and I just happened to be on the right wavelength to receive them. I may have only received a part of the projection. Had my receiving set had a slightly different tuning, I might have seen the tramping figure and not heard him. Or I might have felt him as a ghoul and neither seen nor heard anything. These things appear to differ from dreams in which you hear, see & feel. They differ again from the psychometric pictures. One evidently receives them on a very narrow band and this has to be most accurately tuned in to for any reception to occur at all. The phenomena suggest to my mind that the world may be crammed with projections of this kind and we can receive only those in that narrow band to which our bodily set happens to be attuned. This would explain why many people never seem to have any extra-sensory perception at all. They may just be unobservant, but perhaps they are tuned into wavelengths which nobody ever uses.”

Are we born tuned into these specific wavelengths? Is it something we develop over each of our individual lives? It’s hard to say but I tend to lean towards the idea that we are born tuned into them and that we can tune into others with work & meditation.  Some may just have more of the propensity to do so. I like his idea that some people are naturally tuned into wavelengths that aren’t really used and perhaps that’s why some people have no paranormal experiences in their lives. The chances are slim that someone will want to pursue the answers if they have no questions.

Personally, I know that as a child I was very tuned into things, and still am. My mom tells me stories of the things I used to see and say. For example, the night my grandfather died (before she received the call) I was in my room and she heard me having a full conversation with him. I was just chattering away like he was sitting in there with me and just a few minutes later she received the call that he had died on the operating table.  I had no idea he had even been in surgery or anything, and neither did she. Now, I wish I remembered this happening but the memory must be tucked away in my brain along with all the other memories of a very young child. It’s always weird to me how we don’t remember so much of our young lives. Maybe snippets or pictures here and there, but so much of the detail is lost or forgotten.

Are there things constantly squawking at us trying to get our attention and we just simply can’t hear them? Are we sometimes projecting things subconsciously that others can pick up? Maybe this plays a part in residual hauntings as well.  Over the years I’ve heard/read countless stories of people claiming they hear or see things at very specific times. Whether it’s a lady in a white dress descending the staircase at midnight every Wednesday or footsteps passing by doors at the same time every night. Not everyone sees or hears these things, so maybe specific people are tuned into the wavelengths of the imprinted energy left behind by former living beings. Most residual hauntings appear to be just that, and nothing intelligent that may be trying to communicate a message.

Also, I would think that this can play into witchcraft. Witches most likely are born with a higher receiving set, or have worked very hard to open up.

Our minds are capable of so much that we do not understand, and I think that the world is also a place filled with many mysteries that maybe we aren’t supposed to know the answers to…but that will never stop me from trying to understand.

xo

The Dreaded Red Circle

This is a short one, and it may ruffle a few feathers, but I’m going to address the dreaded red circle. I see so many pictures that people post of a grainy black room…with a circle or two placed where they see “faces” or “figures” or the “ghost of Marilyn Monroe” and it’s so hard to take them seriously.

Sure, maybe you do see the faces there! The human mind tries to make sense of what it sees. It wants to organize things into shapes and patterns. This is called pareidolia. The definition according to Webster’s Dictionary is “The tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.” So, looking at clouds, inkblot tests…or staring at a grainy picture of a dark room often lead to pareidolia. There are also plenty of other explanations…reflections, dust, bugs, camera glitches etc. Not to say that there aren’t paranormal things caught on camera or film, but it’s alarming how many people jump straight to “IT’S A GHOST!!”

I remember growing up I was terrified of the paranormal happenings I experienced, but would also often scare myself. I’d lay in my bed and stare into the doorway and if I stared long and hard enough I could start to see shapes or figures in the darkness. Try it. Try turning off all the lights and staring into a corner or a doorway and you’ll see what I mean.

People using this as “evidence” always hurts a little, because people already don’t take the paranormal community seriously.  Believe me, I understand that it’s so hard to prove that spirits exist. You know what you see and experience and you can’t always prove that to others…but the red circle really is not the way to go about proving that we’re not all a bunch of crazies.  

Here are few examples of pareidolia I pulled from the internet.

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New Zealand Strange Occurrences Society

At the end of the day, if you have to draw a circle around something in a photo, it’s probably not anything. Please, please stop sharing these photos as actual evidence. Always try and debunk things and find rational explanations. It’s so important for what we do, and for the answers that we are seeking.

Stay vigilant. Stay educated. Stay aware.

E-mail me at paranormalprincess7@gmail.com if you have any questions or points of discussion.

xo



Satan And The Hellfire Club

History is absolutely fascinating…especially Irish history! When I was in Ireland last year I had the most incredible 10 days of my life. During my solo journey I spent a couple days in Dublin and of course had to hop on a tour of the Hellfire Club! (No, this was not the same one that Ghost Adventures investigated).  The double decker bus was super spooky and a ton of fun. The bus ride was about 45 minutes but the guide kept us entertained with much of the & legends.

The building from the outside!!
  • The club was founded in 1735 by Richard Parsons, a known dabbler in black magic.
  • Dublin’s Hellfire Club was a place for wealthy young gentlemen to drink, gamble, hire prostitutes, even, allegedly, engage in Satanic worship.
  • The best-known Hellfire club story is the one in which the Devil himself appears. A stranger had joined the members at a game of cards. At some point one of the card players dropped a card on the floor. As he bent down to retrieve it he noticed that the stranger had cloven hooves instead of feet.
  • Another tale concerns a young farmer, curious to find out what went on at the meetings. Climbing up Montpelier Hill one night, he was invited in by the members of the club and allowed to witness the night’s activities. He was found the next morning trembling and terrified. Tradition says he spent the rest of his life unable to speak; unable even to remember his name.

Now, it’s hard to say if some of the old tradition is accurate, but during times of strong religious rule there were most certainly rebels that practiced Satanic magick, and/or other extremes. It’s also interesting to note that there are stories from many different traditions that talk about “someone” showing up with hoofed feet or chicken legs. It seems to be a telltale sign of the Devil, so who knows, maybe there is a grain of truth to the stories out there. I like to think there is ;). A friend of my grandmother swears she saw a man with chicken legs when she was out dancing one night and spent much of her life in fear that he would return to find her since she laid eyes on him.

The hike up to the structure was absolutely stunning, green & perfectly warm. I didn’t feel strange or any sense of dread, but I was also just happy to be in the place I always felt was my home. Ireland is just so incredible! During my actual time in the structure I did feel a little off, though. Unfortunately over time people have graffitied it and caused damage. There was definitely an eerie vibe that wasn’t just due to the building’s age. We were allowed to walk around and explore, so of course I did! A couple of areas caused me to become overwhelmed with unexplained anxiety…I wish more than anything I’d been able to sit down and center myself to see what I could feel around there as I do believe the place to be haunted…by what, I do not know.

Who was wandering these halls 200 years ago??

May I add the absolute scariest part of the place was the giant spiders.

Some friends I’ve made in the paranormal community recently did an investigation there! I’ve included a link to their Facebook below.

https://www.facebook.com/eire19/
https://dublin.ie/living/articles/the-hell-fire-club/

xo