I'm not sure if this is the right place for this, but I'll put it here at least for now.

Jenn was contacted by E.J. Becker from radio station KMBZ in Kansas City. He wanted to stay overnight in a haunted house, not as a skeptic, but wanted to see what a ghost hunting group did and report on it for Halloween. That report is going to be this morning between 8 and 9am. They have streaming audio, but I've been unable to access it. Jenn's supposed to be taping it for whoever may be interested in hearing it. ME ME ME!!!!

Originally, we had planned to go to the Sallie House in Atchison, KS. It's closer, but was not available. So we ventured north to our favorite venue, the Moore home up in Villisca.

I rode up with E.J., a very nice man who loves to tape record anyone and everyone! He's got an awful lot of me, since I was rather a captive ghost hunter, but he interviewed Tootie and Jenn in the grocery story, then the clerk who checked us out! We had stopped to get Mrs. Moore some flowers. They didn't have roses, so we settled for mums.

When we got there, the museum was closed, so we went to the cemetery. As always, it was a very peaceful, albeit sad place. E.J. captured the feel of it by hanging his microphone down in front of him and walking over fallen leaves. This was the first time that I noticed that the Moore's stone faces to the west instead of to the east. Some of the stones in the cemetery do face east while others face west. Just an aside here, but I thought that the second coming of Christ (for those of the Christian persuasion) was supposed to be from the east and that was the reason that the headstones and people face in that direction. Does anyone know if there's a reason for facing west? Or does it matter for some branches of Christianity? Just curious.

Anyway, we went back into town, went on the lamplit tour with about 10 others, then went and ate with Darwin and Martha, the Moore's house owners. It was very relaxing and I think we all had a good time.

We headed back to the house, started setting up equipment. After a brief explanation of how the EMF reader works, why we take multiple pics of the same thing, and how EVP's work, what they are, we settled in to do the investigation.

Tootie sat in the "active" corner, holding the EMF reader. She was getting some really high readings toward the kitchen, so I started snapping pictures in there. I did about seven and got some amazing pics. In the first three, a child's head materializes right next to Tootie on the kitchen floor, then dissipates. There's also a woman standing in the kitchen. I thought at first that it was a woman, got all excited, then snapped a few more pics. Yes, she appeared in all of them in various degrees of clarity. I then saw that the curtains in the kitchen are peaked right where her head/hair was. I was really disappointed! But I think it may have been a woman after all. Time will tell...

I took a pic of E.J., just so his people would know he was working, then one of a table in the living room that had a crystal on it. Tootie, in the meantime, was bending over in the chair, holding the meter really low. I took a picture of her.... There were at least three other people sitting on the chair with her!!! What an awesome shot! I will let her tell you what happened while she was sitting in the chair...

We spent time downstairs talking to Lena and Ina Stillinger. Jenn had the video going and apparently there was a dark mist that followed me around in the room. I haven't seen much of the video, but if I had known that then, I probably would have freaked. Looking back, though, I didn't feel anything untoward, so it must have been an okay thing, whatever it was.

We then went upstairs to see the Moore children. We read them stories, sang songs to them, and made a few interactive stories up. It seems they liked to be read to, but the other things... They left! LOL! Okay, so we're not the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. We had fun singing a few rounds. We asked the kids to open and close the doors, but nothing happened.

Jenn set up a video camera to hopefully catch what she calls "the residual". EJ had been up since 3am, Jenn since 4am and Tootie and I actually had normal rise times. Tootie and EJ went downstairs where he was going to nap (and had napped, brave soul!) while Jenn and I stayed upstairs. We had tape recorders going in three places, hoping for some EVP's.

About 130am, Jenn and I were sitting on the floor in the children's room, still waiting for the residual to come. It's a black mist that floats up the stairs, into the children's room, then goes back down the stairs. Jenn fell asleep and I let her sleep. Heck, she was driving! I kept waiting for a train to come. Supposedly, that's when the residual woulc start. No train had passed since around midnight and I was beginning to wonder if there would be one that night.

Across the road, a single dog was barking like there was something terribly disturbing. Soon, he was joined by at least three other dogs, all of them barking like they were protecting themselves from something. Then I saw it.

A tiny little black thing, probably six inches high, appeared by the grate in the center of the room. It dashed towards us and disappeared. I grabbed Jenn's arm and told her what was going on and asked her if it had started. Then we heard the train.

It was the sound of the wheels on the track, not the whistle. The dogs outside got whipped into a more agitated state and EJ joined us upstairs.

Now, I'm not certain what order this happened in, but Jenn saw the blackmist come out of the attic room instead of coming up the stairs. I leaned forward and a second one of those little ghost figures appeared. It raced toward us and I gasped and got back against the bed. It, too, disappeared, and I was the only one who saw it.

I leaned forward and started taking pictures, hoping to get something.

I took about five in a row. The first was light, then they got progressively darker, then light again. The dogs outside stopped barking (except the instigator. I think he just liked to bark!). Everyone took a deep breath. We had seen something that isn't always shown.

We congratulated ourselves on being in the right place at the right time and headed downstairs to bed. I made EJ go and blow out the lamp in the attic (I'm such a chicken!) and left my recorder upstairs in the Moore's bedroom. When the residual happened, Tootie was downstairs and while we were watching things unfold upstairs, she had a show of her own going on in the parlor. I won't steal her thunder on this because my description of what happened to her probably wouldn't do the experience justice! In short, something happened there as well.

In thinking about this later, I wondered if the little black ghostly figures may have been the children in their final moments. It's rather chilling to think that I may have witnessed their murders, albeit in a very different venue. I think they said that Katherine ran into the room. She would have been the last child, I think, to be killed, but no one really knows. The first one didn't get to run very far and it was much smaller so I wonder if that may have been Boyd. Size is probably not an indicator, but, well, it might be.

With all of this, now I really want to go back and see if we can catch some of this on film. It's so intriguing and I think we've made a connection with them.

After the residual, we did go to bed. It was really cold and even in that Walmart sleeping bag that's guaranteed cozy down to 28 degrees, I was still chilled. (I'm too tall to fit!) There was a space heater in the room. The kerosene one was out of kerosene, so we hooked up the other one. It clicked and popped and Tootie assured us that it was okay. It was, but it was slow. By morning, though, the house was a good 30 degrees warmer than it was outside.

EJ got up earlier than the rest of us. He seemed pleased with what he had gotten in the way of evidence. He was packing up when I got up, almost ready to leave. We chatted for a while and nothing else happened that I'm aware of. He told me he went through the house once more by himself and went outside to take a few more pictures of things and returned my camera to me. (I didn't find anything on those pictures, but I'm still looking!)

Jenn and Tootie got up, EJ did a few more interviews and then he had to go. We still had a lot of stuff to pick up and pack, so we decided to go separately. We stood in the Moore's kitchen, held hands and said a prayer of thanks for the visit. Then EJ left.

An hour later, we had everything packed and stowed in the car. It was about 9am or so. I had brought a hymnal from church, thinking that I could play a few for Sarah and her family. I was a bit rusty, so I picked one I thought I might be able to mudddle through without too much trouble.

The piano there is an old upright, in need of tuning. Some of the keys stick which makes it annoying to play. The sound is what you would expect of such an old instrument, a little tinny, kind of romantic in a melancholy way. Jenn held the hymnal open and Tootie sat on the chair beside the piano.

When I got done with that one, we held the hymnal open and let the pages shift to where they wanted to go, asking Sarah to choose what she'd like to hear played. The hymn that was chosen was one about faith, something that would have been played just after Easter, or something that you'd hear as an inspirational piece perhaps at a funeral, indicating life after death.

Okay, so we could have made that choice. After all, it was just where the book had opened. I didn't feel like someone whisked the page to that particular hymn. I didn't see Tootie or Jenn influence it, either, so I know it was at the very least random.

But while I was playing it, (and I made Jenn and Tootie suffer through all three verses!) Tootie noted the crystal hanging from the arm of a stand on the table start to move in circles. I'd watched it periodically all night and it had never moved before! I kept playing, really wanting to look back at it, but really wanting to finish, too. When I did, I saw it, too.

Of all the times that we should have had a camera running!!!!

Shortly after that, Jenn read some of the passages from the hymnal. Somewhere in there (and I've got all of this at least on audio) a wind blew into the room. It wasn't the kind of thing that just tickles the back of your neck; it was strong enough to move the curtains! But it wasn't scary. We all thought it was, perhaps, Sarah coming into the room.

So Jenn read more. Tootie set out to see if she could find the source of the wind. She didn't.

Then we said our goodbyes. If you've read in the EVP section, you already know this, but it's so cool, I'm going to repeat it.

I told Sarah: "See you next trip!"

And she answered: "Okay...... honey."

We didn't hear her reply, but the tape recorder did!