November 28, 2010 1 Comment
Late night tomfoolery with a werewolf mask, a fleece-lined robe, and a pretty cool song…
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November 9, 2010 12 Comments
This past weekend marked the fourth fund raiser I was involved with for the historic Fort Mifflin in Philadelphia Pennsylvania, I am proud of the work I have done for the fort, along with all the amazing people who have donated items, time, and money to this beautiful place. My four year old son has a fantastic time here, whether he is playing with Albert the fort’s resident cat, or “searching for clues” as he so affectionately says while he jots nonsense on to a piece of paper.
Pardon me for wanting to keep the doors open for him as he continues to grow.
Here is one of the reason’s I am writing this, a tweet by an SFR listener
“ nopaosak John Dockum
But maybe it will be like Ft. Mifflin and we can get psychics and skeptics here to ignore their convictions and save it for no reason. “
I never understood why people feel the need to constantly talk down on people for doing something charity related, isn’t it my choice what charity I decide to work for? Here is where I think the problem started
Because I co-host Strange Frequencies Radio, and we are a “skeptical” show, that means I am not allowed to do anything that would upset our skeptical listeners, and one of those things would be hosting a public paranormal investigation. The arguments would be, I don’t investigate anymore, I don’t believe in any of it anymore, I don’t subscribe to the investigating techniques of anyone else..
All very valid points. much like if I were to do a rally for PETA and then was photographed wearing a fur coat, yeah I get it, I get how people think its a contradiction. To be quite honest, I don’t care.
I don’t care what the skeptical community has to say about the fact that I raised money for the fort having a public investigation. I don’t care how the believers feel, I don’t care how the scientific community feels. I don’t do things to please others, I never have, and I certainly won’t start now.
Another huge complaint I am sure is that I worked with people that SFR otherwise would have drilled for their practices, such as the TAPS home team and Nathan Schoonover. I guess I have to explain that I like people despite their beliefs, I like people because they are nice to me, or good to me. not because they practice poor investigation techniques or because they were on a bad TV show. Rob from TAPS home team is a good friend of mine, he always will be no matter what group he investigates with in his spare time, and Nathan, well he had a better sense of humor about his show than even I did.
I think the moral of the story is, I really don’t care what people think, We raised a ton of money for the fort, Had a great time around great people. People were happy and most importantly the employees of the Fort were happy. I did my job, and sometimes when you do a job, you don’t always do what your convictions tell you to do.
I’m not ashamed to like people because I don’t care about their affiliations, why the heck do so many other people care.
If this makes me “uncool” so be it, I’m 33, I am pretty sure I stopped caring about cool when I was 12.
October 19, 2010 4 Comments
Located in the beautiful mountains of Pennsylvania, was once a mining town thriving and populated by over 1000 people. In 1962 a fire tore through the mines and it still burns under the town to this day. I have heard many say that the fire burning under this town is from an underground landfill or trash fire. This misconception is based on speculation that the mines caught fire from a standard practice of fire fighters burning trash at a nearby landfill, and the fire being extinguished improperly. They still do not know how the mine fire started.
|“||This was a world where no human could live, hotter than the planet Mercury, its atmosphere as poisonous as Saturn’s. At the heart of the fire, temperatures easily exceeded 1,000 degrees [Fahrenheit]. Lethal clouds of carbon monoxide and other gases swirled through the rock chambers. – David DeKok (1986)||”|
I believe there are now only 2 remaining homes in the town of Centrailia to this day, at least that is all I could see when I was there, even though the post office revoked the zip code in 2002.
Before I arrived in Centralia I imagined a scene as if I was walking in the depths of Hell, I imagined the cinematography of the movie Silent Hill, the town from that movie was supposedly based on this town
When I arrived, It was much different. It was eerily beautiful. I pulled up and immediately I saw mist rising from the ground, surrounded by rubble, of what looked like streets that had been crushed up and pushed out of the way, there was grass growing, and cemeteries perched behind the rising mist, beautiful mountainous scenery.
I got out of the car and began exploring, walking down the streets made out of rubble, I was losing sunlight, and I wanted to see it all before the sun went down.
I went down and explored the streets that were once lined by homes, now completely abandoned. Lone stop signs sit perched at corners of empty streets, and power lines no longer connected by wires lining other portions of the street. It was a strange feeling, knowing I was standing in a ghost town, that was once so alive. and not only is it a ghost town, but it is on fire.
The mist itself isn’t all that impressive, but the town becomes more and more impressive as you allow your mind to wander about what things used to be like here. and then you visit the cemeteries, two of them, right there by the fires, I can only imagine what will happen if the fires move in that direction and begin to engulf the cemeteries. for now they are beautifully intact, and I think perfect for the entire ambiance of the town.
As the sun set in the town, I knew I didn’t have enough time to explore and I would have to come back , and I definitely will go back again, I am planning a zombie shoot there very soon, but for now I wanted to share with you how awesome this place is. I think this is an amazing day trip, It may be a tad smelly and not seem like everyone’s cup of tea (or noxious gas) but it is a ghost town on fire, and you can’t get much better than that.
Not to mention someone drew a penis on the street. that in itself is a good reason to visit.
October 18, 2010 11 Comments
For those of you that know me, or have heard me on Strange Frequencies you know that I am not a trouble maker (well maybe a little). But this weekend I found myself face to face with trouble, and it was for something I have preached about time and time again!!!!
When I was young I may have done stupid things while searching for something to do, I admit I have gotten kicked out of cemeteries late at night by the cops, they usually just told us to find something more productive to do. However, when I decided to get “real” about this field I always said I would never EVER trespass, or go any place I was not actually invited, by the owner to attend.
I blame Jeff Belanger.
Ok no, I don’t blame Jeff Belanger, I mean, I could blame him but I haven’t read his book and I am sure he says don’t go somewhere if there are posted signs. I have been really enjoying myself visiting crazy places here in PA, the idea was to enlighten all of you and allow you to see what I have been up to. This time I went to Frick’s Lock PA.
The story behind Frick’s Lock is nothing all that spooky, Its not even all that interesting really, It was a town that thrived at one point, and then good ol’ government came in and built a Nuclear Power Plant right next to the town, deemed it unlivable, and bought all the houses and land and kicked the poor three eyed folk off the property. I am not sure why they never tore the houses down yet but they still sit, perched next to two billowing Nuclear stacks of goodness, all boarded up looking so lonely and begging for pictures to be taken….
Only one problem, this modern day ghost town is under 24 hour video surveillance, is now owned by Exelon and they are NO JOKE about arresting you the second you walk on to the property.
Myself and my very adorable friend Charlene, (who might I add just simply exudes innocence) decided to go past the sign that said DO NOT TRESPASS!
We were in there for a total of 7 min, came out and were greeted by a very kind (but very serious) police officer who did not think my niceties were anything less than annoying. After I begged for forgiveness and admitted to my stupidity, the officer simply said “Yup, it was stupid, and your being arrested.”
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T ARREST ME! ORANGE IS NOT MY COLOR!
I will spare you the annoying details of the long conversation, phone calls and favors I had to call in from family that happens to be law enforcement, or the part where Charlene almost passed out, and I swear to you she said NOT ONE WORD the whole time (except I believe “I hate you Robyn“.
We made it out by the skin of our teeth, and I learned a valuable lesson, a very valuable lesson that I actually say all the time and clearly don’t follow. If you are thinking about visiting a strange and interesting place, please research the number of arrests that happen from trespassing, (300 per year here at Frick’s Lock) and if you see a sign, DON’T DO IT! Trespassing is in fact a misdemeanor, which means you will have a criminal record, and I don’t have to tell you that most jobs require background checks these days and you could be completely screwing yourself over.
Here they are, The pictures of Frick’s Lock, the modern day ghost town… so you don’t have to go in there and screw your life up….
In summary: the place was wicked awesome, not worth almost getting arrested. Don’t blame Jeff Belanger for your legend tripping mistakes, I am sure there are plenty of other things you could blame him for. And most importantly don’t go where you are not supposed to go.
Love you, mean it.
October 13, 2010 2 Comments
No one quite knew why, but 22 year old Siti Baqis just wouldn’t sit still. It seems that every time her parents looked away she would disappear, only to be found later in a graveyard, a cement mixer, or a variety of other strange places. Supernatural forces were blamed. After plunking down a bunch of cash to over 100 shaman and getting no positive results, two other local shamans heard of the family’s plight and decided to offer their services for free.
The shamans showed up and began to pray and chant, both inside and outside the residence. At this point, and apparently in direct response to this mystical practice, a figure was seen darting away from the location. Luckily, it was captured. Turns out it was a djinn!
Djinn are shapeshifting supernatural creatures from Arab and Islamic folklore said to be made up of smokeless flame or “the fire of a scorching wind.” Whatever the hell that means. Before their work was done, the shamans had captured 9 djinn in all. In bottles and jars, no less!
Wheew. Problem solved, right?
No sooner had our heroic shamans left when ol’ Siti was back up to her old tricks, disappearing and such; this time to a cave 15 kilometers from her home. She sent her mother a text to let her know where she was at. I’m not kidding. On her way home she was mysteriously whisked into a tree. Again, like a good girl, she sent her mom a text. Wouldn’t want her to think she was out drinking with boys.
So back came our humble shamans to do battle once again. Apparently the first time around they missed a few malevolent entities, because they’ve captured 12 more djinn now. That’s 21 djinn in all.
Surely, the final word on this story has not been written. We’ll keep our eyes peeled for further developments. But wouldn’t it be terrific if we could get text alerts to notify us of the breaking news?
October 8, 2010 3 Comments
My name is Jason Korbus. I am 30 years old, have been interested in the paranormal as long as I can remember, and even host an internet radio show in my spare time. But I’ve never been afraid of monsters until I read Brad Steiger’s new book.
Aptly titled, “Real Monsters, Gruesome Critters, and Beasts From the Darkside,” starts with a very simple premise. Based on a 2001 study conducted by researchers at Cal State, we have a pretty good idea of the movies and monsters that have scared people over time. But if regular people are scared of The Exorcist, Dracula, and Godzilla, what are paranormal researchers scared of? The answer runs the gamut from Bigfoot and Mothman to Werewolves and the Dover Demon, with a seemingly endless variety of horrifying creatures in between. And it is that scare factor which makes Steiger’s newest book both a thrill-a-minute page turner, and among the most terrifying things I have ever read.
If you dare, read true witness accounts of Big Cats, a phenomena of a Fortean variety which finds the large felines stalking prey in Iowa, and other locations across the globe where they simply do not belong. Black Dogs as well, who some say foretell disaster, make an eerie appearance. Perhaps nothing may be more paralyzing than staring into the glowing eyes of one of these beasts, particularly when one has found their way into your very own backyard.
Steiger also moves into the lore of the Bogeyman, though, not one to write about childish fantasies, horrifies you by uncovering the origin of the term. Then, before you know it, sweeps you into a whirlwind of first-person ghastly encounters with these bizarre entities that leave you breathless and nearly afraid to blink your eyes for fear of what you may miss. Is that noise outside your bedroom door just the house settling as you’ve always believed? Or is something much more sinister stalking you from beyond our realm?
What makes Steiger such a treasured author and this book a personal bookshelf necessity is its sheer volume of resources. The astounding amount of information included about all the creatures, particularly zombies, vampires, and even UFO abductors, could easily cause someone to buy multiple books on each topic just to find it all. But “Real Monsters, Gruesome Critters, and Beasts From the Darkside,” provides it for you in a veritable “one stop shop” of all things morbid and grotesque that lurk in the dark corners of our mind, and in the shadows just around the corner.
Yes, my name is Jason Korbus. I am 30 years old, have been interested in the paranormal as long as I can remember, and even host an internet radio show in my spare time. And though Brad Steiger may have made me scared of monsters, you and I both know they aren’t real, right? ….Right?
September 10, 2010 3 Comments
A Madisonville man is being charged with involuntary manslaughter after police found 65 year old Darrell White’s wife covered in maggots. 46 year old Jorene White suffered from arthritis and had been bed ridden for quite a bit of time. When authorities showed up to the house after White called 911 police were shocked to see the corpse covered in maggots and flies.
Initially it was thought that White had been dead and rotting for a week. Julie Wilson with Hamilton County Prosecuter’s Office said “When the coroner’s office investigated it, their examination of the body, they said no she had probably been dead that day.”
Later on the coroner said that Mrs. White had died a day earlier from sepsis.
It seems maggots made home inside Mrs. White’s rotting bed sores.