Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The ghosts of Bedrock

I don't know if I believe in ghosts, but I love a good ghost story. On a website I frequent someone asked, "What's the life expectancy of a ghost? How come a majority of ghost are from the 19th Century with only a handful dating back to the 18th Century? Where are all the Caveman ghosts or even a few from 300 A.D. would be nice?"

That's a pretty good question, where are the ghosts of Bedrock?

On the question of pre-18th century ghosts, that's just a misconception. There's actually quite a few Revolutionary War related ghost stories, especially around New England, and tons of Native American ghost stories, especially out West. There's a local, or somewhat local, Native American ghost story centering around Serpent Mound up in Peebles, Ohio. That's about forty-five minutes from here. That one even made it into the Time Life Mysteries of the Unknown Series volume on Mystic Places. Across the pond you have much older ghost stories. Sightings of Roman soldiers, for example, are pretty common.

Not sure if anyone's ever seen a "caveman ghost". Maybe that's where "wild man" sightings come from, or even Bigfoot?

There's some logic to the idea that ghosts "expire" over time, though, especially if you buy into the Stone Tape Theory.

The Stone Tape Theory suggests that ghosts aren't really souls of the departed, but rather "psychic echoes" recorded in the environment (not necessarily in stone itself) sort of like a 3D movie. Most ghost stories envision a ghost as the soul of a departed person. This doesn't really make sense though when you think of what people say they actually saw. For example, "I was walking along a back alley in London one night when from around the corner came an 18th century carriage drawn by a team of horses. The passengers on the carriage were dressed in 18th century apparrel, and they each had blank expressions on their face. They seemed not to notice my presence as they continued down the alley and disappeared. I later heard that people have been seeing the ghostly carriage as far back as the early 1900s, and the stories are typically the same."

The problem with viewing ghosts as the soul of a departed human is that one would have to assume in the above example (a typical ghost story) that not only does the passenger have a soul, but so would the horses, the carriage, and even their clothes, not to mention all of those lost souls that became ghosts decided to all hang out together in the afterlife doing the same thing over and over again.

The idea that what's being viewed in the ghost story isn't "ghosts" but rather an echo of some past event, sort of like a 3-D movie being played, evolved from that need to explain not ghosts as souls, but rather ghost stories as scenes taking into account all the elements involved in a typical ghost story. If one took the idea seriously, that it's a recording being played back, it makes sense that the recording would degrade over time – and that ghosts would have a "life expectancy". Whatever psychic echoes there were in caveman days may have dissipated over time.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Awesome news article in local paper!

Awesome cause my name's in it : )

I got interviewed for an article in the local paper. Last year a friend of mine shot some really spooky footage of a face in the window of an old abandoned hospital downtown, the Hayswood Hospital. I put the video up on YouTube and it's gotten some pretty cool attention, and racked up close to 70,000 views so far. That's not the cool part. The cool part is that The Maury Show contacted me earlier this month wanting to use it in a paranormal episode airing Friday. Set your DVRs.

The local paper wanted to do a story about the haunted Hayswood Hospital and the spooky video as well, so I got to add my two cents : ) You can read about it here. It was front page in the print version -- nice!

Last but not least, the infamous video featuring the ghost of the Hayswood Hospital.

S-p-o-o-k-y!



Just in time for Halloween!

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Saturday, April 14, 2007

I thought we made up the Oxford ghost

This is weird. I seriously thought we just made up this story, so imagine my surprise when I found a reference to the Oxford Motorcycle Ghost in a book I'm scoping to buy. I've been meaning to get around to reading Weird Ohio since it came out in 2005. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. It's partly written by Loren Coleman, an expert on oddities who just happens to also be a really nice guy. Though I don't know him personally, he sent me an email about a blog post I wrote way back when (a different blog). Read everything he writes, starting with Cryptomundo.com.

I'm off track. So anyway, back in high school I was sitting around with some friends talking about nothing when the conversation got around to an urban legend about nearby Oxford, Ohio. I went to Colerain High School in Cincinnati. Oxford's not too far off, about a 45 minute drive. It's a college town so, you know, we spent a lot of time up there.

So we're just sitting around talking and someone says up in Oxford there's a ghost of a motocyclist that will show up, but only under very specific conditions. The specific conditions are that you have to go to Oxford-Milford Road, drive around the bend there, pull into the first drive to the right, turn off your lights, return the short distance back to the bend with your lights off, flash your lights three times, flash your brights three times, and wait. All of this must be done after midnight. Eventually you'll see a single headlight come over the hill (the ghost on the motorcycle). There was some backstory to the ghost as well, but I don't remember it. Something about lost love and whatnot. It didn't matter to me. I just wanted to see the ghost.

My friend Chris Walker and I figured we'd go up there that night and check it out. It was a school night and I was like 15 or something, so I had to sneak out of the house. My friend had a driver's license but no car. What we ended up doing is stealing my parent's van for the night — Hi Mom! : ) (The things we confess only after the statute of limitations have expired, heh).

Now here's the weird part: The whole thing is actually real, or at least it was for us. We showed up. We did the little ritual thing. We waited. Sure enough, a short time later there comes this single white light — a headlight obviously — floating over the hills where the road would be in the dark and stopping not too far from where we were parked. Suddenly the white light changed to red and headed back in the opposite direction, dropping over a hill and disappearing.

It - f-r-e-a-k-e-d - us - out!

So much so that we sped out of there going at least eighty miles an hour, so fast that we accidentally hit a post at the side of the road, smashing one of the rearview mirrors.

It's one of the weirdest things I've ever personally seen. Over the years I figured, you know, right timing to just happen to be out there when a living person rode by on a motorcycle. I even thought maybe there's a conspiracy where some guy waits for idiots like us to show up and flash our lights, just so he can ride around on his moped and freak people out. To be honest, though, I have absolutely no idea what it was, just that we saw it. I didn't even realize this thing was so widespread. And yet, here it is. It's in the book. You can check it out yourself.

P.S. Sorry Mom about the broken mirror and blaming it on drive-by teens : )

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