The beautiful state of California is filled with many places rich in history but that history has left behind marks that give the backbones to the legends of ghosts and paranormal activity. One of the most intriguing of these haunted places is The Moss Beach Distillery.
I think it goes without saying that I was not pleased when I heard our branch was being downsized. As it turns out despite my doubts, I was a “transfer to the Manchester branch person” and not a “severance package person”. I figured it would be a difficult transition, but I had no idea. Money was tight so it wasn’t as though I could just immediately get an apartment in Manchester, I thought it best sleep to in a hotel for a week or two. After some searching, I landed on the Jackson Hotel, a quaint little place. It was cheap but appeared neatly kept on their website, also it was no more than five minutes’ drive from my new workplace. At first it all seemed a bit too good to be true.
When I was little my big brother used to perform magic tricks for me. He loved magic, he loved magic so much he wanted to be a magician so bad. And every time he performed a magic trick, I would never believe it. I think that's why he showed me his tricks more than anyone else, because it's always the skeptics you want to turn, isn't it? It can't be very fulfilling if there isn't at least one person, one realist who is so completely nailed to the earth in logic. To show them a magic trick, something absolutely and flawlessly impossible. To stun every single nerve in there body, to finally show them that this is it. This is magic. It's real. Absolutely anything is possible. To change that person's core beliefs. To make them see that maybe their dreams could come true. That's magic. The problem is, I always knew it wasn't anything more than just smoke and mirrors. He couldn't make my dreams come true.
She had been working there for less than a year, the Hotel was nothing to write home about, but she couldn't complain it about either. It was an honest living. The building was old when she started, but as she gained skills and evolved, the place went under some remodelling, almost in tandem.
As a investigative blogger and cryptozoologist I can tell you first hand it is harder than ever in our industry and why is that?. Well Ok the paranormal what is it?, ghosts, demons, angels, Bigfoot, the Lochness monster, parapsychology, and just all the the other unknown entities. why, why does it fascinate us as human beings??..Is it because of the fact we know very little and that drives us as a species to know more to get to the bottom of the mystery??,
So while I’m still working on putting together another team after Steve left and the loss of my first try, so it is true that I don’t have a team yet but that is not gonna stop me, so the other night I did my very first investigating without any form of team and I chosen to do it in a cemetery that is haunted by a demonic spirit and was the go to place for satanic cultists back in the 90s - early 200s. So they say the demons summoned still reside in the cemetery and I’m gonna go and see for myself. As I rented an euber driver to take me to Olathe Kansas to the cemetery were I plan to do my first ever solo investigation.
this one is like most of my hunts, it was pretty intense, only i invited my 16 year old little brother beckson along on The second hunt with summer. And tbh the thing I like about this job and I also don’t like about this job is that it keeps getting way more and more dangerous and intense as my hunts go on, and it’s always some tragedy like how ever since meeting summer the other day and doing the hunt on the farmhouse I thought I made it with my new team but I’m looking for yet again a new team, so I love my job but it gets more and more dangerous as each hunt goes on, what I mean by this?, well read down below..........
Well after Steve and I had a argument he decided to quit my team he and Maddy both and since the RV was in Steve’s name he took it and with that I was forced to move back in with my parents who were oh so happy to give me a “I told you so” lecture oh how they killed it much to my sadness, so I went out for a jog and 20 minutes into this readheaded girl came up to me, her name was Summer, she is a 5ft 9inches tall girl with a lean type of body build, wereing a bright pink t-shirt with Dark red joggers, knee high white socks, black tennis shoes and a lightweight Calvin Klein zip up hoodie (unzipped). She apparently was a huge fan of the paranormal and occult as well me and my former teams adventures which that vocal helps me get out there, and she said that she is herself an “explorer I make a live like to travel state to state, city to city, town to town, looking for adventure and artifacts to sell online to the highest bidder”.
A year after the horrific murders occurred the house sat until the Lutz family decided to buy the High Hopes Murder House for $88,000 on December 18, 1975. The furniture from the DeFeo family was still partial in the house which the Lutz family paid an additional $400 as a part of their mortgage. The Lutz family stayed in the High Hopes Murder house for less than 30 days. Even given the history of what happened in the house leading up to their sale. They were determined to make the house a home given its price that they just couldn’t pass up. The Lutz family had a priest come in and bless the house before moving in.
Ok well after the hunt for the Kentucky troll and my gangs brief break were I took time to review the Artemis fowl book, me and my gang are back on the track to our job hunting down crypts and other paranormal entities for both are and your enjoyment (Oh also I encourage u to checkout the Artemis fowl review I took a lot of time into it). Anyway back on the road this time “so what this time doc” Steve asked me “this time we are gonna search for a box” Steve raised his eyebrow to this “a box, really?” He said to me in a tone that was very un-interested, “Not just anybox this one it contains a demonic spirit and we are gonna bring it back to my parents house to show them” it was at this point Steve perked up and it caught his attention “uh are u sure this is a good idea I mean just cause your parents kicked you doesn’t mean u need to put there safety in” but to this I b-slapped Steve in a member similiar to bravis and butthead, and then gave a firm “shut up”.
I’ve seen the paranormal since as far back as I can remember when I was three years of age. I remember visitors coming to my room when I was younger when my parents would be out in the living room and I was sent to bed. I thought my mom had her friends come over nightly to come see how I was doing and check on me. Most times I had fun with them. All of sudden, the nice visitors stopped coming and I had other visitors come and began to torment me.