Spent last night ghost hunting at the Madison Seminary in northern Ohio. The building was very beautiful, the people were fun, and bats chased us around most of the night. However, the real terror came earlier in the day…

Spent last night ghost hunting at the Madison Seminary in northern Ohio. The building was very beautiful, the people were fun, and bats chased us around most of the night. However, the real terror came earlier in the day…

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Spent the night ghost hunting at the Morrison Lodge in Elizabethtown, KY!

House Wakes Up As I Go To Sleep

Last week, while dying my hair, I set up my little ipod speaker in my upstairs hallway. It kept it away from the dye, but I could still listen to music while I did my hair. The speaker has a little green power light.

In typical Lexi fashion, I have since left the speaker in the hallway, so every night I notice the green glow outside our bedroom door. Last night, I was laying in bed with my husband and telling him something about my day when I went “WTF?? Is Hemingway in the hall??” Eric went and checked and said nothing was in the hall. But I clearly saw something step over the green light. It stepped into the light and then stayed there, a dark spot on the ceiling from its shadow.

I made Eric unplug the speaker, I will probably put it away today.

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Ghosts in the Airport

A very recent, very strange experience happened to me in the airport. I was waiting for my flight to Florida to help my aunt move, and they were finally boarding. A woman across from me asked a question about her zone, and I tried to help her out. People tend to talk to me - a lot - and this was no different. She was visibly upset, and explained she was flying down to Florida to go to her brother’s funeral. She explained how he passed, and how they were close. Eventually, we line up and are making our way down the jetway. 

Traffic got backed up, so we were standing there, waiting to reach the plane. She started talking to me again. I turned to look at her as we chatted, and suddenly he was there beside her. Her brother. I knew instantly it was him. She had given no physical description whatsoever, but I knew it was him. He was a big guy, short wavy brown hair, tall, kind face. It startled me to see this, so I immediately turned away and said nothing more to this woman.

I should have asked her if that was what he looked like. I should have told her he was here for her because he knew she hated to fly. But instead I froze and turned away, too shocked to help her see her brother by her side. This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to me. I hope it isn’t the last. Next time I will be better prepared (I think).

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When I bought our house, I won’t say I didn’t hope it was haunted. A house with 100 years of history has its chances of housing a spirit or two.  But since moving in three years ago, very little has happened. Only one thing really caught me off guard.
I came home and parked in the garage, as I normally do. My cat Hemingway hears the garge door and will usually run to the door and wait for who ever is coming inside. So when I walked in, I saw him on the stairs and started talking to him. I closed and locked the door, and then turned to him and reached to pet him. But my hand just went through the air because no cat was there. The entry way in from the garage is dark, but there is plenty of light from the kitchen which is just 3 stairs away. I clearly saw a cat sitting on the stair, so clearly I reached for him. But nothing was there. I then heard my real cat, in the kitchen, meow for me. It was very strange.
Its strangeness is mainly in how completely sure I was that he was there. I feel comfortable in my house, and love being there. I welcome this little mysterious feline into it.
PS the image I used is from the movie House, which is absolutely one of the most amazing horror movies of all time.

When I bought our house, I won’t say I didn’t hope it was haunted. A house with 100 years of history has its chances of housing a spirit or two.  But since moving in three years ago, very little has happened. Only one thing really caught me off guard.

I came home and parked in the garage, as I normally do. My cat Hemingway hears the garge door and will usually run to the door and wait for who ever is coming inside. So when I walked in, I saw him on the stairs and started talking to him. I closed and locked the door, and then turned to him and reached to pet him. But my hand just went through the air because no cat was there. The entry way in from the garage is dark, but there is plenty of light from the kitchen which is just 3 stairs away. I clearly saw a cat sitting on the stair, so clearly I reached for him. But nothing was there. I then heard my real cat, in the kitchen, meow for me. It was very strange.

Its strangeness is mainly in how completely sure I was that he was there. I feel comfortable in my house, and love being there. I welcome this little mysterious feline into it.

PS the image I used is from the movie House, which is absolutely one of the most amazing horror movies of all time.

What’s With the Touching

I actually physically feel people who aren’t there a lot.

I went with friends to an overnight ghost hunt at Mansfield Reformatory. We were checking out the living quarters, and my friend Erin and I were checking out the closets - they have amazing built-ins that I would love in my house. As I was discussing the awesomeness of the closets, I was shoulder to shoulder with Erin (the closets, while nice, weren’t huge so we were in close quarters). 

But then Erin said something about the place, and she was in the room. Not the closet. I was still shoulder to shoulder with something. Without thinking, I jumped from the closet - and my invisible companion - and into the middle of the room. I immediately got my head about me, and went back in the closet and nothing was there.

I wasn’t touching a wall, or anything hanging down. Not only did I check that nothing was in the closet, whatever was against my shoulder was warm, fleshy, human. Had Erin not spoken from so far away, I would never have realized something strange was happening. Unless I had glanced over to the warm buddy to see no one was there.

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The Facilities

I had a couple friends who lived in this huge, beautiful old apartment building here in Cincinnati. I was over there one night, hanging out - normal stuff. I had to use the bathroom, so off I went. I do my thing, and start to wash my hands.

Their bathroom was the typical small three piece typical of apartments in this city. Bath/shower along the back wall, toilet and sink across from each other along the outside of the tub. So as I stood to wash my hands, the toilet is about a foot behind me. Suddenly I feel someone pressed against my back. I feel this so distinctly that I immediately jerk my head up to see who it was in the mirror above the sink. But no one was there. I dried my hands, but as I did I started to feel super helpless and sad. Overwhelmingly so. My hands were dry enough - I left the little room.

When I came back into the kitchen where my friends were all sitting, the color was drained from my face, and I simply said, “Someone is in your bathroom.”

That’s when they told me a past tenant had killed himself in that room. I hung out at their place many times after that, but I always held it.

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I also had an invisable hand grab my butt in that room. Hahaha.

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Switching Rooms

When I was growing up, I had the smaller bedroom and my older brother had the larger one. It didn’t bother me, since I was smaller, too. When he was 12, he decided to move in with his dad, leaving his room vacant. It didn’t occur to me to upgrade until this weird turn of events happened.

One night, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was laying there, deciding if I should get up and go to the bathroom, or just try to go back to sleep. I rolled over and noticed light coming through my door and thought, “Well, the bathroom light is on, so I guess I will go.” The bathroom was directly across the hall from my room, and we often kept that light on at night. My door - which was badly beaten from years of brother/sister brawls - was no longer solid enough to keep that light out.

I got up, walked to my door, opened it, walked accross the hall and opened the bathroom door, turned on the light, did my thing in there, came back out and turned the light back out. As I flipped that switch back down, it occurred to me that I had had to turn it on after all, and I got that creepy feeling in my legs like something was about to catch me and I should run. I decided I should check if the kitchen (just to the right of my bedroom) had any lights on which could explain it. It was pitch dark, as was the whole house. So I ran to bed and drew my covers up and called it a night.

This had really piqued my curiosity, tho, so the next night, I stayed up late hoping to see the light turn on and catch whatever the cause was. At some point in the night, a light faded on. I had expected a quick event, like the flipping of the switch I did the night before. But this was much slower, as if someone walking at a snails pace holding a candle. There was no flicker to the light, however, and once it was at it’s full brightness it didn’t fade. I watched this for about 30 minutes before deciding to check it out. I walked out of my room to no lights in the house at all. Nothing outside my door, nothing anywhere glowing anything. I returned to my bed, and there was no longer any light coming in.

This happened every night that week. At some point the light would fade back into existence, if I checked it would go out, if I laid there it stayed lit. I started to come up with scenarios that could explain it. At some point, however, I convinced myself that the glow wasn’t a light, but a spirit waiting for me at my door. I guess it is as good a time as any to mention I was 7 years old when this all happened - and completely allowed to jump to conclusions like this due to my age. Once I had that creepy thought in my mind, it didn’t take me too long to commandeer the larger room - in fact I moved in to it that weekend. I never saw the light again.

I don’t know what caused the light, and I would have completely dismissed it if it wasn’t consistant. I never stayed in that room again (more because I out grew it and eventually moved out of my parents house of course) but maybe I will spend the night there again and see what happens in the night.

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My experiences at the Old South Pittsburg Hospital in Tennessee
The weekend before last, Eric and I drove to southern Tennessee to the Old South Pittsburg Hospital to hunt ghosts for two nights. The place was amazing, the footage we have to go through is enormous, and our personal experiences were pretty rad.
Since we haven’t watched the 48 hours of 16 cameras we have to go through, I can only tell you what we experienced first hand. But I will follow up once we go through everything and hopefully have stuff to show you.
OSPH was immediately impressive. It is maze-like and much more hospital than abandoned. While on the tour of the place, Beth and I made eye contact after both witnessing what looked like a man peak out of a hall or doorway, as if trying to see what we were up to. Since Beth and I have been in these types of situations before, a simple head nod meant, “Yep, I saw it too, this hall is on the list.”  We continued on the tour til we ended up at the other end of the hall.  The man who lives there was telling us, “Within hours of being here the first day, I started calling this shadow hallway because I am always seeing someone peak around at me like this…” and he demonstrated exactly what Beth and I had seen.  At that moment Eric exclaims, “That’s what I saw!”  We had no idea that he had seen it, too!  It was pretty amazing.  I saw other things down this hallway - mostly during the day - through the investigation but nothing where three people saw it at the same time. 
Later during the first night, we had split into two groups. There were four of us on the third floor which had been the psyche ward as well as maternity. We were in one of the rooms when a door slammed closed just down the hall.  Or at least the sound of a door was slammed. The door we had come through earlier had been quietly closed as we went through it, and there was no reason (or explanation) for a door to slam.
Apparently this place is CRAZY for EVPs, so we have lots of audio to listen to, and all the video I mentioned before. I am hoping in some of the video you can see the shadow people we all saw.  This location was super amazing, and I really hope I get a chance to get back there again - and soon.
Check out this thermal video that was taken by another team which had investigated at OSPH. This is the most amazing thermal hit I have ever seen in my life. 
Check out the OSPH website and look at all the AMAZING footage and EVPs they have caught. It doesn’t take much convincing that this place is the real deal. For whatever reasons, the hospital closed but the patients just haven’t decided to leave.

My experiences at the Old South Pittsburg Hospital in Tennessee

The weekend before last, Eric and I drove to southern Tennessee to the Old South Pittsburg Hospital to hunt ghosts for two nights. The place was amazing, the footage we have to go through is enormous, and our personal experiences were pretty rad.

Since we haven’t watched the 48 hours of 16 cameras we have to go through, I can only tell you what we experienced first hand. But I will follow up once we go through everything and hopefully have stuff to show you.

OSPH was immediately impressive. It is maze-like and much more hospital than abandoned. While on the tour of the place, Beth and I made eye contact after both witnessing what looked like a man peak out of a hall or doorway, as if trying to see what we were up to. Since Beth and I have been in these types of situations before, a simple head nod meant, “Yep, I saw it too, this hall is on the list.”  We continued on the tour til we ended up at the other end of the hall.  The man who lives there was telling us, “Within hours of being here the first day, I started calling this shadow hallway because I am always seeing someone peak around at me like this…” and he demonstrated exactly what Beth and I had seen.  At that moment Eric exclaims, “That’s what I saw!”  We had no idea that he had seen it, too!  It was pretty amazing.  I saw other things down this hallway - mostly during the day - through the investigation but nothing where three people saw it at the same time. 

Later during the first night, we had split into two groups. There were four of us on the third floor which had been the psyche ward as well as maternity. We were in one of the rooms when a door slammed closed just down the hall.  Or at least the sound of a door was slammed. The door we had come through earlier had been quietly closed as we went through it, and there was no reason (or explanation) for a door to slam.

Apparently this place is CRAZY for EVPs, so we have lots of audio to listen to, and all the video I mentioned before. I am hoping in some of the video you can see the shadow people we all saw.  This location was super amazing, and I really hope I get a chance to get back there again - and soon.

Check out this thermal video that was taken by another team which had investigated at OSPH. This is the most amazing thermal hit I have ever seen in my life. 

Check out the OSPH website and look at all the AMAZING footage and EVPs they have caught. It doesn’t take much convincing that this place is the real deal. For whatever reasons, the hospital closed but the patients just haven’t decided to leave.