In my last blog on our paranormal investigation at Graber olive house, I have to say we were taken a bit by surprise. We knew their was an entity they referred to as “the Creeper”. We had already dealt with that creepy crawly suction cupped creature in the attic. But still I felt we were definitely not as prepared as we should have been for Graber house. That man’s mother being attacked in the packing room was evidence of that. That was certainly something much more aggressive, something much more..intelligent, than the “Creeper”. Our next visit to Graber house would require better boundaries and more protection…from above! I’m talking Angels! Months had passed since we had last visited Graber house. Our next visit was in the Spring, when the olives are still growing and the sorting and packing equipment are silent. The vat room was just rows and rows of empty concrete curing vats. This time was going to be different. This investigation we would be bringing guests investigators To Graber house. Some of the folks were experienced paranormal investigators, while some had never been on an investigation before and were curious beginners. Most knew a little about the spirits that resided at Graber house, and like most other paranormal investigators, they were out to find the Creeper! Going into a haunted location with the intent of provoking an aggressive spirit is simply asking for trouble. No matter how protected you think you are, it’s just never a good idea. If a spirit or lower vibrational energy takes a dislike to you, they CAN hurt you. I’ve personally witnessed people become suddenly violently ill, throwing up, developing stomach and chest pains. I’ve seen people pinched, poked and had objects knocked over in an effort to trip them in the dark. We decided if this Creeper or other aggressive energy presented themselves, we were not going to engage any type of interaction with them. It could just be too dangerous and I just don’t like letting them play games on their terms. And while some of you are thinking that it would be “cool” to be poked or pushed by some unseen entity, the true danger lies in sometimes these entities will attach to you and yes, follow you home! No, No, No, It’s not fun! A clingy negative energy is like a sickness. It can affect your mood, your health, your relationships, and never in a positive way. Sometimes it can be so profound as to develop into mental illness and depression. Don’t risk it and know how to extricate one if you have to. We made a decision from a safety standpoint. Both Kimberly and I decided for this investigation we were going to bring in higher vibrations. Doing this can be as simple as reciting a prayer beforehand to ask for protection, but we wanted to take it a step further. We stood together and called in our Angel guides. We wanted the big guns to protect us on this trip. We had not only our own safety to think about, but we had to consider our guests, some of them beginners. Their safety was paramount, and we wanted to ensure a good first experience for the beginning ghost hunters!
So confident in our protection and ready to have a good investigation, Kimberly and I drove up towards the location, picking up Kimberly’s sister along the way. As we’re rolling along the freeway, We both started hearing the distinctive clink, ching, clink, of loose change falling onto a hard surface. Clink. Plink. Clank. What? The car floor is carpeted. Clink. Um..Kimberly? Are we manifesting coins out of thin air..again? Um..yeah.. Chink..Ok, pennies from Heaven. I get it. That’s a good sign that someone is watching out for us from above! We pulled into her sister’s driveway. As I get out of the car I look at the driver’s side floor. There must have been 6 or 7 quarters and 2 pennies. ( Now that would be perfectly normal for MY car, but her car is always immaculate ) Pennies she had encountered before, but the quarters especially puzzled her. Pennies would manifest whenever her dad was watching over her. Kimberly had received many pennies sent from her dad’s spirit. But quarters? Kimberly’s sister snickered. “You asked Dad for pennies? I asked Dad to send me quarters! “ He always liked me better, she said!
Graber house consists of several buildings and storage areas connected by walkways. They were close enough that if some investigators split up and were on one part of the property, it was most likely they would unknowingly contaminate any audio other investigators were recording in another area. So we decided we would do all of our EVP sessions as a group to lessen the likelihood of audio contamination. Later when people start getting itching to investigate on their own, they could roam the grounds to take photos and get their own feel for the place. Being secluded in a haunted location, you really get a feel of where it seems creepy, what corners seem foreboding. When you’re alone in that dark, shadowy room and you see a darker shadow growing in the corner, the hair standing on end and every tiny noise is amplified, that’s when you better have your cameras ready! And that’s why it’s important to have someone with you..For safety, as a witness, and to laugh at you when you pee your trousers..
So before we even start the evening we gathered everyone around to get all of us in the right frame of mind. A good exercise for this is what is called toning. Toning is a lot like chanting. This vocalization is especially good when you can lower your voice and really make your chest vibrate. By having all of us do this deep, chanting tones it creates an equality of vibration within all the participants. Sound is the closest vibration to physical matter and toning breaks up stress and clears the mind. Standing in a circle and holding hands, we did three, low chants. OOOOOoooommmmm. OOOOOOoooommm. OOOOOOoooommmm. We’ve experimented with placing a digital recorder in the center and recorded while toning. Try it, you’ll be amazed at the EVPs you’ll get. Spirits seem to be very curious about all this noise and we’ve been able to record some cool EVPs while toning. The spirit voices sounded like very excited chatter. “What are they doing?’ They must think.
I don’t know if it was the toning, or the fact we invited higher vibrations to join us but it was like many little eyes were watching us from the trees. From the bushes. I can’t say it felt threatening, more like a very Earthy, ancient woodland creature watching us curiously. It’s hard to describe but it was as though the land itself had noticed our presence and was watching us, and indeed curious about what we were doing. Several of us noticed darting shadows and firefly type lights flitting about.
While the feeling of the outside spirits seemed curious and friendly, that energy changed on a dime when we entered the vat rooms. It was a very unwelcoming vibe, like having some territorial guard dog staring you down. Kimberly, her sister and I had noticed one back corner was especially creepy and oppressive. While the others took a few minutes to snap some photos, the three of us went back into the corner. We wanted to know what kind of spirit or entity we were dealing with. All of a sudden, we noticed the air just seemed electric, like a static charge. This one corner had a tense, angry feel to it, and then we noticed the room’s peculiar smell, like that of sulfur and dog feces. This was in a food prep room so there was no evidence of raccoons or other vermin present. This vat room area is where the “Creeper “ is usually seen and photographed. I don’t believe this Creeper is something demonic, but something that crawls up walls and looks like some twisted alien spider is certainly not a long lost loved one, either. This whole vat room area, being 100 years old, can house many different layers of energies. A century of hard work, pain, fatigue. 100 years of anger and arguments just swirling and waiting for a living being, an outside energy source from which to draw energy. That sudden smell of bile can be indicative of a demonic presence . We don’t play that game. I have no interest in engaging with demonic energies. Why give them the satisfaction? What they want is to be the center of attention. It empowers them.We don’t need that kind of drama, this is why we have personal and spiritual boundaries. Quickly, the three of us said a quick prayer and called in Archangel Michael. We called in Angels to blind the room with Ethereal light. The results were amazing. In the length of a finger snap, the room spun, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers! The negative feeling was still mildly present, but was retreating back into it’s corners, as if pouting.
We gathered everyone back together to do a short EVP session. We needed to inform the group that we felt there was a negative energy present, one, for safety’s sake and two, I wanted to steer the EVP questions in a very specific direction. We just went to all this trouble to push this negative energy or being back away from us and made our intentions clear we weren’t going to engage with such a being. The last thing I wanted was someone in the group asking, “ Is there ANYONE here who wants to talk? Make your presence known.” Yeah, let’s just invite it in, like some vampire movie! Just like using a Ouija board, if you intend and allow anything and anyone to come on in, they will, and you might not like who or what shows up. This EVP session was interesting for several reasons. I was very specific in whom I addressed. I only wanted to speak to deceased people, nothing else in this area. I didn’t want to invite anything dark into our circle. When you do an EVP session, you usually ask one or two questions and then pause a few seconds, to give the spirits a chance to respond. All I could hear was dogs barking and the resident peacocks yowling during the entire session. We played it back. Where an EVP should have been on the recording, we all heard what sounded like radio interference, like someone was jamming the airwaves. And peacocks. And dogs barking. I thought the whole session had been a waste until one of the investigators pointed out a strange coincidence. She said, “ Do you notice the peacocks and dogs only make noise when we’re recording? “ Now they’ve stopped. “ Hmm.. It was kinda quiet. Let’s try this again, maybe they just went to sleep. Nope. We tried recording again, only to have the peacocks start squawking and the dogs start barking again! Every time we hit “record” some sort of audible interference would manifest. It was as though something was intentionally disrupting our ability to communicate with the other side. Could it have been this negative entity somehow causing some sort of static interference? Was whatever negative force that lurked inside these 100 year old vat rooms angry that we didn’t want to interact with it and was still making it’s presence known by not allowing us to communicate with anything else? I’ve never encountered anything quite like that. I’ve had EVP sessions where when played back all you hear is static, like some sort of electromagnetic disturbance, but never static timed in specific spots on a recording. It was a little freaky, to say the least. We chalked this up as personal experience since static on a recording doesn’t prove the paranormal.
We were anxious to get into the barn loft area as this is frequently a hotbed of paranormal activity. We waited until late in the evening because it had been so warm that day. even at 10:00 at night our Mel Meters were reading an ambient temperature of 84 degrees..With everyone seated in a large circle in the dimly lit attic I tried to get a feel for the room. I wanted to see if any spirits who had worked at the Graber Olive house might still be hanging around. I could see a shadowy figure standing on the stairs leading up to the attic. There were strips of leather hanging on the walls and this spirit brushed up against them, making the straps sway in a ghostly breeze. I asked him to please join us in the room, but he seemed so shy, probably couldn’t figure out why a bunch of people were sitting in his attic space. Another investigator had set up a laser grid just past the stair landing. The green laser lights flickered when the spire walked past. This helped everyone in the room see where the spirit was moving and provided scientific documentation on what I was seeing. The shy spirit slipped against the wall and joined us, just watching. We had several pieces of equipment set up including a couple Mel Meters, a RemPod, and we were running our digital recorders. Okay, this is where things got a little..weird.. The energy in the room began to shift. It became more statically charged and we could feel a change in pressure. Kimberly was sitting to my right. All of a sudden, everyone in the room began seeing flickers and dashes of lights behind Kimberly. They were different colors, blue, white, green. I have seen color anomalies manifest around Kimberly when she calls in Angels. “Are you calling them in?” I asked “No, It’s not me.” Something was up. I began to feel someone standing behind me. I thought it might be the spirit who had come up the stairs deciding to come in closer. But then all of us started feeling as though someone was standing behind them. each person describing similar feelings, one person said it felt like a blanket was being wrapped protectively around her. As we sat there, being delighted by each of us having a personal experience, A few of us began to see some odd little spirit entities enter the room. Not one, not three, but more like twenty little spirits, elementals, I’m not sure what they were started BOUNCING into the room! Yes, I said BOUNCING! They appeared to be about two feet high and almost as wide, bouncing into the room. They looked like ghostly Oompa Loompas hopping about. Bouncy, bouncy ,bouncy. Then they discovered my RemPod. Beeeeeeeep! It started alarming like crazy. Now usually when there is a disturbance in electromagnetic fields, the RemPod merely beeps in a short burst. This RemPod was going off! It was alarming continuously and loudly. I think a few of these Oompa Loompa spirits must have been fighting over it,I really half expected it to fly across the room, they must have been tugging at it so hard. One of the docent investigators had just come up the stairs to see what all this noise was. The first thing he noticed was how charged the room felt. “Wow, this room really feels different.” I asked him with all this beeping and alarming going non stop if he had encountered a RemPod just alarming continuously like this. Nope. I asked the Oompa Loompas to step away from the device. No good. This had been beeping constantly for a good two or three minutes now. I figured I’d better try to debunk it by seeing if it had malfunctioned, but I kind of hated to take their new toy away from them. I picked it up and it still was beeping it’s alarm. A RemPod is only supposed to beep when something breaks it’s electromagnetic beam, like a motion detector. Something was physically touching it, something we couldn’t see. With the Beeping RemPod in my lap, I fumbled for the off switch. Before I could shut it off, the alarms stopped. I had taken their toy away, big meany. The energy was still crazy in the attic, we had beings standing behind each investigator, the worker spirit was still standing pinned against the wall, probably freaked out by now, and bouncy things were all over the place, and oh yeah, light anomalies were still flashing. The RemPod didn’t go off again, even though I said they could have it. Guess I spoiled their fun. With all that climactic activity and then poof, nothing. All went quiet. That’s usually the case in an investigation, activity reaches a peak and then winds down. They’d had their fun and gone home.
There had been no more activity and by now we all decided to take a much needed water break. The cool night air was a pleasant relief. We sat outside, describing what personal experiences we had just had, all the while munching on S’Mores. Hey, I know how to wind up an investigation! We were pretty much done with the evening, having had so much activity in such a short time. There was a short road on the property that leads to a small house. It has huge, ancient trees on either side. Oddly, everyone seemed drawn to this road all at the same time. It was as if the spirits were calling to us one last time. We all stared snapping photos and every one was filled with dozens of bright, glowing orbs. Now usually I am quick to debunk orbs of light as dust particles or bugs or pretty much anything oner than paranormal. But the fact that we all felt the energy, we all felt drawn to this exact spot at this exact time, something was reaching out to us. There were no bugs flying about and there was no dust on the road . It was just a magical end to a very special investigation. I really felt as though ancient earthly spirits had interacted with us that night. It was like no paranormal encounter I’ve ever witnessed. I felt truly blessed. If you enjoyed this blog, ( and all of it was true, even the oompa loompas!) please “like us on Facebook to see upcoming events at https://www.facebook.com/KittyJanusz and check out my website at http://kittyjanusz.com/