From September 17 to September 20th, I flew on Southwest Airlines from Sacramento to Phoenix, Arizona to Albuquerque, New Mexico and last location Midland/Odessa, Texas. I was greeted by my ex-wife Patricia Mary Boyd, her husband Gary Boyd and their son Markus Boyd. They drove me to Midland Memorial Hospital, where I could be with my stepson who I raised from a baby. My son Jason Randall Porter was laying in a hospital bed from a ruptured appendix. There was complications to the rupture and I was there to support him. He was back to normal by Thursday and was allowed to go home. But, the reason I am telling you all this is because when Jason was sleeping, I had a hard time sleeping on the cot in his hospital room, I roamed the hallways and talked with two employees of this hospital. They don't want to be identified, so I will call them Nurse X and Cleaning Lady X. Yes! I did a small investigation of this hospital, by doing the first thing in an investigation. Interviewing the witnesses. Nurse X explained to me that she used to clean the Hospice rooms and one night, she felt a swift cold breeze move quickly down the hallway and a door opened and then closed on its own accord. Another night, she said a nurse heard clanging sounds from another room and went into the room to investigate and some hospital items were moved. Cleaning Lady X told me that when cleaning in the morgue area, she has heard strange bangings on the wall. One time she thought she saw a shadow move across the hallway. As we all know, hospitals are reputed to be haunted and Midland Memorial Hospital is not an exception to the rule. When I was flying from Sacramento to Phoenix, I sat next to Julie Dennis of Nevada City. She asked me what my occupation was. I told her my real job and then told her I was also a ghost hunter on the side. She then told me that she had a spectacular UFO event that happened to her when she was in Los Angeles. She saw a huge mother ship UFO go over the horizon and dart away towards the East. She said she will never forget this paranormal event for the rest of her life. As you can see, when I am not supposed to be paranormal investigating, I am still on the job, no matter where I am.
Now here is an email I received from fellow HPI Paranormal Investigator Lisa Carlson, she has an interesting tale to tell:
"They call it Tahoe Paradise now and it is a truly beautiful place. Nestled in the shadow of Angora Ridge it teems with life. Majestic conifers and Manzanita, black bear and coyote, Stellar's jays and eagles bear witness to a way of life lost to the not so distant past. The Washoe Indians spent an incredible 9000 years living in the Lake Tahoe Basin during the summers fishing, picking berries, yet it only took a few short years to eliminate them from it.
Mona's family bought the chalet style house in the 1980's. Set in the national forest it is a quiet restful spot to go and unwind, most of the time. Soon after buying the house family and friends felt trepidation about the upstairs and loft area of the house sensing that feeling of not being alone. One friend over for Thanksgiving of all things, saw an Indian man standing on the landing. A seance held one year resulted in a very active spirit writing of the year 1842.
One of the most compelling experiences happened late one night while Mona was in bed with her infant son. The window was open and she heard an unusual sound outside. It was a sound like many human voices together that grew louder and louder as they lifted higher into the air. The pitch of the voices grew so strong that it began to sound inhuman. Years later Mona learned that her sister, too, had heard the same phenomenon on a separate occasion.
Could it be the energy of a spiritual people bound to a beautiful land? Nine thousand years is long time. Perhaps they couldn't be forced off after all. Lisa Carlson"
Lisa, this is definitely a place I would love to visit and investigate, thank you for the enlightening story! Now, everyone who is reading this article is probably saying..."why is Paul talking about Midland/Odessa, Texas and Tahoe Paradise? When is he going to talk about San Francisco? Okay, okay, hold your durn britches....I got one other story to tell you. I correspond a lot with the legendary famous Nancy Bradley - Psychic to the Stars, who I met through Shannon McCabe. Nancy has so many stories and I received an email, in which she tells a very unique ghost story, that really grabbed my interest. The reason that this incident happened to Nancy is the fact she is a psychic and spirits are able to see a light and are drawn to that light. The light is Nancy Bradley. Of course, if the spirit knew Nancy in real life, they are drawn to that light even more. Here is what Nancy had to say:
"I would love to do the interview with you, we can set up a time, and (Yes, I will be doing an interview with Nancy Bradley, I can't wait! Paul)......share Vincent Gaddis's work with you as well, I have a lot of it here.
When Vince died ( not anywhere near here) I was in the shower. I came out and he was sitting on one of my (then) big speakers. For whatever reason this did not surprise me even though he had not been to the enchanted cabin ever and I was naked. I said "Vincent - hang on, I am going to get a towel". Totally comfortable with my old friend, glad he was there, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me and came running back into the living room. I never gave thought that he did not have a house key to get in. "What are you doing in town Vince, it is so good to see you!" I said. It had been 4 years since we had seen each other though we kept in touch by phone and letter. "I'm dead!" he said.
He looked perfectly clear and I refused to believe him. Not that he would lie, or I did not know, I just did not want to believe it. So I called Borderland Science Foundation where he lived and worked (founded), and said "Vincent is here." They said "Vincent just died".
So I went back to the speaker and he was gone, but we have had many conversations since. Nancy Bradley
www.nancybradley.org"Absolutely fascinating, thank you Nancy for sharing this story! Wow! This woman is incredible! Okay, I know everyone wants to know what happened on the 'Haunted Haight Walking Tour'.
www.hauntedhaight.com Let's go for it! The date is Saturday, September 22, 2007. I pull up to Shannon's house at 12 noon, jump into the Ectoplasmamobile and Shannon picks up one of her lead investigators Tim Hawkins. We're off and running to San Francisco. I get a call from Donna Reynolds and Athena Quinn, they are already in San Francisco and they are lost. Shannon directs them to where they need to be and relieves Donna's stress of driving through busy San Francisco traffic. I knew at this time we should have placed a HPI GPS tracking device on Donna's car.
When Shannon, Tim and I, arrived we saw the HPI army of paranormal investigators sitting in on Sharon Leong's ghost photography classes and Anne Leong's dowsing rod classes. As I looked around the classroom, I was counting heads and saw that the following paranormal investigators showed up: Dee Pizarro, Lou Paman, Jean Paman, Marcus Stout, Julie Grissom, Chris Grissom, Mary Casiano, Alicia Perry, Athena Quinn, Jennifer Baca, Tony Baca, Joey Paman, Donna Reynolds, John Wachter aka Vlawde (he got that name Vlawde from some online video game, I always wondered about that), and Michelle Paykel. Marcia McCord of the Diablo Valley Paranormal was also there.
I went to the restroom to see if I had a nosebleed from Shannon's erractical driving to San Francisco. As I walked into the restroom, I now knew what it was like to be a L39-C Albatros jet fighter pilot, that has been exposed to 4000 lbs of thrust, receiving the ultimate adrenaline rush. The G-Force in Shannon's car the Ectoplasmamobile thrust my face into the side window of her car, maybe a dozen times. Drivers on the Bay Bridge must have thought I was making faces at them, as my face was contorted against the car window. Anyway, I survived.
Chris Grissom (video tech expert) and I, set up the camera for Shannon's class on Hauntings in Placerville and the surrounding areas. Shannon, laid out some cute jokes and passed out candy to everyone. Her descriptions of the various haunted places was done with the expertise of someone who has experienced these places. Believe me, she has experienced these places and the class was very attentive to her stories.
After the classes, we were all ready to kill some time before the Haunted Haight Walking Tour was about to commence. Shannon lived in San Francisco for 5 years of her life and she knows the mean streets well. She even appeared on Nash Bridges as an extra. As we walked down San Francisco streets, I looked around me, especially in the Haight Ashbury district and saw the last of the hippies, Bohemian musicians and the Goth culture flourishing, I knew at this time, I was no longer in Kansas. At one point of time, I thought I saw Dirty Harry Callahan, Robert T. Ironside, Detective Mike Stone, Detective Steve Keller, Nash Bridges, Monk at some crime scene, along with Trapper John MD pulling up to check out the victim. As I look at the rooftops, was that the Charmed witches Paige, Piper and Phoebe looking down at us? There I go again, letting my imagination get away with me, it must have been that Red Victorian Punch and Orange House Punch I drank at Hobson's Choice with Shannon and Tim.
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