California's Most Haunted Places

Please take this video and all it states as claims, with a grain of salt. This video is almost an hour long and filled with various stories and claims of personal experiences and legends of hauntings throughout the state of California. Including the Whaley House in San Diego.

According to the date stamp, this is about 3 years old.




Part 1 of 6 of "Ghosts of California" with the date stamp being about a year and a half ago since it was posted.



To watch the other parts to this, please CLICK HERE.

Shadow Games

Shadow. That's the name of one of my three cats. He isn't all black, but is mostly covered in black fur. He actually got his name thanks to chasing his shadow and one time as a small kitten, jumping AT the wall to catch it. Only he got his bell rung.

But this isn't about Shadow, the kitty. This is about shadows in the hallway near my children's bedrooms.

Last week, after the kids were all in bed, and were INDEED sleeping, I went down stairs to watch some television and hang out with my husband for a while before it was time to go to bed ourselves.

Before finally deciding it was time to get some z's, I had to make a trip upstairs to take my nightly medication and use the uh... little lady's room.

I'd just gotten to the landing and then the first couple of steps, when I peered up, where the door to the basement was only partially open. And I don't know why, seeing as usually, I am looking DOWN at the steps (bad eye, so cautious).

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of what appeared to be "shadow feet" moving along the underneath of my door (it's set a bit too high up in to the frame, so you can see underneath the door fairly well).

With the door partway open, I noticed the feet, and even some "shadow legs" moving somewhat steadfast past on the wall. It's as if someone had been coming out of my son's room, in a quick-walking manner. The bathroom light was on. If it weren't for it being so, I can guarantee that I would never have been none the wiser.

The feet made NO noise whatsoever. No breeze was felt. Just the sight of shadows.

No, I wasn't scared. Surprised, yes. But not frightened. I still got up the stairs, went about my business and then back down to go to bed.

At some point, I am hoping to buy a digital recorder and at first just place it up in the attic, seeing as I always feel uneasy up there. Even in the daytime. I want to see what kinds of things I could maybe pick up.

Then, eventually, I'd life to do an EVP session up there, in my son's room, and in the family area of the basement.

Am I scared? No. Nervous? Yes. Because I am a tad bit worried in regards to what type of answers or responses I may end up getting. But my son deserves to be able to sleep in his room at night without worrying.

Shadows, including an arm and a hand, as well as a full-body shadow has been claimed to be seen at night, including by my oldest (who is very matter-of-fact and doesn't take to playing things up).

I have had a child-cousin witness the doorknob of the attic door (with it being locked up via padlocking) turn and shake. As did one of my son's friends.

Also, my son's room remains MUCH colder than any other area of the house. And that includes the basement. Even in the summertime, it is relatively noticeable.

My husband and I have both in the past came face-to-face with either a shadow person, or a shadow fog/mist. And on both occasions, in OUR bedroom, late at night.

Someone... or something is trying REALLY hard to get noticed. For what reason, I have not a clue. Plus, the cousin in question has seen a shadow figure in the attic, according to her (again, not one to lie or embellish). And she described what my son has seen in the past.

Been A While!... Update.

First of all, I hope everyone had a great New Years, Christmas and Thanksgiving. It's been QUITE a while since I laid a post down in here.

Here's a quick and simple update...

Yes, I still see the boy. Not always at the base of my stair area leading to and from my basement. I still also sometimes see the ghost cat that is eerily similar to my living cat in appearance.

My son's room is still icy cold, no matter what we do to ensure that no cold drafts are coming from the base of the attic door. And speaking of the attic, I STILL hate the damn area.

I'm thinking that it is indeed time to buckle down and buy that digital recorder. First, only to record the attic area to see what sounds transpire overnight with no one up there. Then try an EVP session with asking questions at a later date.

Sometimes, when I am alone, I don't always "feel" alone. And every so often, I hear laughing, a single word from out of the blue, or even my name being called out.

The other day, my son was in my room, helping to fold some laundry. I left for a brief moment. And again, according to him, of its own volition, the touch lamp went up a notch to the highest level. And knowing my son, being he has had one too many scary run ins, he wasn't doing it himself or trying to pull my leg. The look in his eyes and on his face told me that he witnessed it and was NOT the one that caused the lamp to turn up another light level.

Hopefully, I can get back in here and blog again soon. Cemetery visiting season is coming soon. And no telling what can happen out there. Especially if I take my one girl that seems to be sensitive.