Port Gamble Ghost Confrence 2010.

I really meant to post this blog earlier, and to be honest I have three really good excuses as to why this blog did not get posted earlier and here they are:

1. The hotel I stayed in did not have the wireless internet that was promised to me and I had no access.

2. My son had me out for two hours on Halloween night Trick or Treating, and I was tired afterwards.

3. I takes a long time to go over paranormal evidence, and I have been quite busy.

4. I was being lazy

Anyhow, here is a summary of my adventures, and what I found:

The first evening, we got to meet the speakers and hear many interesting stories about their evidence into the paranormal. Some of them made us laugh, and others served as a cautionary tale to warn us of some of the dangers of paranormal investigating. I was excited to learn as much as I could though, and took everything in.

After the opening and introductions, We were all invited to go on a Ghost Tour of the historic town of Port Gamble, and we stopped at pretty much every building some of which include: the General Store, the Post Office, the church where an apprition of a one armed man is seen running through the churchyard, and the Graveyard.

It was a thoroughly interesting tour of an EXTREMELY haunted town, and I loved hearing the history of the beautiful town and some of the basis for the reported hauntings. However, the graveyard kept pulling me back and making me want to go back for a quick walk around for a secret tour. (I know, not bright.)

Anyhow, I stopped off at the pavilion where most of the Ghost Confrence was taking place, and sipped a cup of coffee while reading a book. I listened to people chat back and forth, and as people petered out and left for the night, I packed up my own belongnings and headed out to may car, but something about the graveyard was just talking to me.

Well, I walked up to the graveyard armed with only my camera and my car key and started walking round taking pictures of some of the headstones when something really interesting appeared and took me by suprise. This strange fog appeared with an image of a person's head and shoulders showed up, and it was a clear night with no rain. I even held my breath when I took the picture to steady myself.

Anyhow, after I took this picture, I headed back down to my car and headed back to my hotel in Plousbo where I found out I had no internet access. Frustrated, I went off to bed as it was going to be an early morning for me the next day. As well as a late night.

The next monring, I had a really hearty breakfast of Corned Beef Hash at the diner inside the General Store, and it stuck with me through the whole day, making me even skip lunch because I was just not hungry. I attended may great seminars and got some great information about the art of Ghost Hunting, and what not to do while investigating. (One being not to investigate alone. my bad) After dinner though, was the true moment of excitement for all of us, because we were going to take part in an actual ghost hunt.

That evening, at seven, the groups met and we all began our investigations. My first stop for the eveining was the basement of the towns Post Office/ Community Center. Historically, the basement was once the town's morturary, where all of the dead lumber mill workers and their families eventually were prepared for burial. About 22 seconds into my first investigation, I got an EVP of a person saying "What are you doing here......get out". My little digital recorder really paid for itself that night. As I caught several more EVPs there and some unexplained footsteps that seemed to come from above us.

Our second stop for the evening found us in the Community Hall, where we were trying everything from sitting on the stage, to asking questions to see if we would get anything, but nothing seemed to trigger any activity. Thinking outside the box, andther person and I began playing music on the piano that was sitting just off the stage on the right, and despite it being EXTREMELY out of tune, we were pretty good. After both of us left the stage, I snapped this picture and got some interesting Orbs that were perhaps triggered by us. Immediately after taking the pictures, A single note was tapped out on the piano. The group got me to go up again and try the little tune I tapped out on the piano, and to everyones suprise.......the piano was in tune. I tried the same song again, and the piano was no longer in tune. Is that cool or what?

After a very interesting visit to the Community Hall, it was time to move onto the Walker Aimes Mansion across the street, where there have been reports of full bodied appritions as well as unexplained sounds. I didnot get much for photographic evidence, but I did have something brush my hair in what was called the Nannie's room in the attic, and in the front sittin room, I was sitting alone when I could again feel something again lift the hair on the side of my head as if they were looking at my earrings. (I was wearing an old fashioned looking pair of lavender crystal earrings, mabie she liked them.) In the basement, we got some unexplained tapping, and again I felt like someone put their hand on my elbow, and my arm got ice cold around my elbow.

All and all, it was an interesting trip, and I am looking forward to next March, when husband and I are going back for another investigation with OPPS. This event is a charity hunt to raise money to restore the graveyard. It will be a fun advenure.