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Issue No. 11

November 2009 Issue

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The Ghost of the San Francisco Zodiac
By Paul Dale Roberts
HPI Paranormal Investigative Officer/Ghostwriter

     October 3, 2009, Saturday: A couple of days ago, HPI Paranormal Investigator, Chantal Apodoca, told me that she had a connection in Napa. The connection was Julianna Fox, former resident of Napa. Julianna would be visiting Napa that weekend because of the Cajun Festival that was going on. As we arrived and parked at Coombs and Fifth Street, Julianna pulled up in a hot red Tacoma convertible with California Love by 2Pac playing loudly.
     Julianna thanked Chantal and I for doing this preliminary scouting mission. Julianna felt she might be sensitive and thought she might have seen the ghost of the San Francisco Zodiac at Lake Berryessa in Napa County.
     A Little History of the Zodiac at Lake Berryessa: Students, Bryan Hartnell and Cecelia Shepherd, set up a picnic along the shoreline of Lake Barryessa. Bryan and Cecelia were lying on the ground in a romantic embrace when Cecelia noticed a strange man lingering by some trees. The next time she looked, he was closer and now wearing a bizarre executioner's hood. He had a white crossed circle stitched on the front of his black outfit. When the Zodiac confronted the students, he held them at gunpoint. He promised them all he wanted was their money and he would leave. Bryan and Cecelia were bound with clothes line. When they finally thought that their assailant was about to leave, they were attacked with a foot long knife. Bryan survived the attack and Cecelia died from her wounds. The Zodiac etched a message on their vehicle proving that he was responsible for the murder. The date of this savage attack was on September 27, 1969.
     I must say that the Zodiac terrorized the bay area and, to this day, no one can forget this serial killer.
     As I talked about the Zodiac, I noticed that Julianna was shaking. She did not want her picture taken for this article, but she wanted to take us to the location where she had seen a black hooded ghostly figure walking the shore of Lake Berryessa and she wanted to show us that night! Note: Julianna is the friend of one of Chantal's cousins.
     To calm Julianna down, we surveyed the Cajun Festival and talked with people like Rochelle Abisia. She was the friend of the owner of Uncle Willies Restaurant in Oakland where they serve great BBQ's and Cajun flavored catfish. By promising we would visit this restaurant, Rochelle allowed us to talk with her boyfriend, Jason Smith, who may have had an Old Hag Syndrome experience. Here is Jason's story:
     Jason had felt an entity enter his body and saw three entities flying around his head. His headboard slammed against the wall and the blinds in his bedroom started shaking. This happened in Vista, California. When he moved to Vallejo, California, the entities followed him. His body felt possessed and his heart felt like it was about to explode. There were times he had a difficult time breathing.
     Could Jason have experienced the Old Hag Syndrome? Who knows. What is good is that he hasn't had any more paranormal experiences for awhile. He has never experienced anything in Napa.
     By this time, I had worked up an appetite so Chantal, Julianna and I dined at the Small World Cafe and Restaurant on beef gyros chased down by Cokes. Great food and it's located at 928 Coombs Street.
     We talked with some customers and, one customer named Daniel, told us about a private home in Napa where a family of three lived - mother, father, and three year old son. One day, the sister of the mother stayed at the home with her husband.

 The sister's husband was working on the roof of the house, was pushed, and fell off the roof. The next day, there was writing on the shower wall that read: "Evil 2". The house is reputed to be haunted.
     Daniel also said that, at the Blue Plate Diner, he saw a strange man who appeared to almost have backward feet, walked crooked and whispered to himself. As he watched this strange man, he was astonished to see him disappear behind an electrical box. Daniel went to investigate, but the man had disappeared completely. What was even stranger was that on the day and at the time Daniel saw this man, two women in two different homes in Napa witnessed a dark fog entering their homes.
     After talking with Daniel, I was beginning to believe that Napa is very haunted. People at the festival said that the Yountville graveyard is very haunted and, sometimes, people have seen flying orbs around the tombstones. One lady, who refused to be identified, claimed to have seen a  man's flying head hovering around the tombstones.
     Mitch A. Pilling told us that in 1973, he was at the cemetery and heard the Allman Brothers playing from his vehicle. He thought this this was strange because the 8-track was ready to play, but the car engine was not on and there was no reason that the 8-track should have been playing.
     A lady named Leslie Hodges told us that 32 years ago, she had a home birth and the child that was born to her died five days later. Two weeks afterward, a huge gust of wind swept through the house. She believes that wind was her child. The child was named Halona. In American Indian, this means "happy fortune". Leslie believes Halona is her guiding angel now.
     As Chantal, Julianna and I walked around, we stopped at the Humble Beginnings Napa Valley - Gourmet Jam, Jelly & Preserves. Great jam and jelly. For more information, email the owner at online@humblebeginnings.info Experience what we experienced.
     Sally Baldwin ran up to us and had no paranormal stories, but wanted to explain how much she was enjoying the festival! With the Cajun music playing, the atmosphere was truly festive. The Cajun bands delivered a unique Louisiana sound that can't be matched anywhere in the world.
     As we continued our preliminary scouting mission, we learned that on 813 Main Street, a woman was murdered. Her ghost still haunts this building location. We visited the Napa River Inn that was built in 1884. Mr. Hatt was the owner of this old hotel and his son, who died unexpectedly, haunts one of the rooms of this hotel.
     It was time for Julianna to take us to the location where she saw the Zodiac's ghost. The sun was down and there was a full moon in the night sky. Chantal and I conducted EVP work and took many photographs without any results. During our investigation, Julianna tumbled and collapsed. As I picked her up, I asked her if she was okay and what caused her to fall like that. Julianna claimed that something briskly passed through her. She felt some kind of paranormal force quickly enter her body, then exit.
     If this were so, could it have been that Julianna was truly a sensitive and picked up the other side while non-sensitives like Chantal and I, felt nothing out of the ordinary? Also, if there was an entity that passed through Julianna's body, could it have been the Zodiac? When we dropped Julianna off at her car, she said that when she passed out, she saw the image of a large knife.

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THE FARM IN KNOX COUNTY, OHIO
By Crystal Vickers

     My aunt tells us this story and swears it to be true.

     It was late on a Saturday night in December. Snow was on the ground and a winter mixture was falling when my aunt received a call from her sister asking for her humidifier. My cousin, who was around seven or eight at the time, had pneumonia and was having a difficult time breathing the dry air from the wood stove. My aunt said that she would be there as soon as she could get her coat and boots on.
     The drive over took 15 minutes, ten minutes longer than normal due to the weather. As my aunt drove down the long driveway, she saw my cousin run across the lane and into the cow pasture. My aunt convinced herself that she had been seeing things and continued down the drive. Again, my cousin ran out from the cow pasture and stood in the middle of the lane, wearing only Scooby Doo pajama pants and a pair of boots.
     My aunt stopped her car and had just started to get out when he ran across the yard into the barn. This time she knew she had seen him and she was angry that her sister had called her to drive over to the house in the nasty weather. She knew, though, she couldn't leave him out in the cold - sick or not.
     When she got close to the barn, my cousin ran out of the barn, stopped and faced her, then ran on to the house. He opened the porch door and ran on in. My aunt tried to calm herself down before she entered the house, but couldn't control her anger. As she entered, she was yelling at her sister for dragging her out in the middle of a winter storm to bring a humidifier to a sick kid who was out running around the yard with no shirt on.
     Her sister met her at the kitchen door and asked what the devil she was talking about. My aunt explained what she had seen. She was told that it was impossible. My cousin was on the couch where he had been all evening. My aunt, angrily, pushed by her sister to see my cousin lying on the couch just as she had said.
     When my aunt approached him and put her hand upon his head, he was burning up with fever. She was extremely confused as she knew she had seen him running in the yard. So, why wasn't he cold?
     My aunt pulled back the blanket on his legs and saw the pajama pants that she had seen him in. When she turned toward the wood stove, she saw his boots warm and dry.
     They were all confused about the events that had happened. When my aunt went to leave, my uncle offered to walk her back out to the car, half to calm her and also to show her that there was nothing out there. But, in the snow, were two sets of prints - my aunt's and a set that came from an unidentified smaller child. They never did find out who the child was or why he was there, but my aunt still won't go out there in the dark, cold or not.
 

 

THE SELF-PORTRAIT
By June Matthews

     My husband and myself went to stay in a rented cottage in Solva, South Wales, Pembrokeshire. On arrival, I noticed that the picture hanging over our bed was a self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh. Being a healer and a medium, I could see the agony in the face of this poor man.
     After sending compassion to the picture, I asked my husband to remove it. Needless to say, he forgot and so did I.
     Night time came. My dog, who had been asleep downstairs, was disturbed. At three in the morning, he came tumbling through the door. As I opened my eyes, I was horrified to see a huge black shape with a tormented face. The hands went for my throat. I, then, brought down the light. It worked. I was not afraid.
     The poor soul passed right through me. Immediately, I removed the picture, putting it under the bed in the spare room. The next morning, I felt ill and two days later we left.
     Why would anyone put a picture of this density in a bedroom? It beggars belief.

 

GRAY MATTER
By Sheila M. Curtin

Don’t those people ever sleep.  The question was purely rhetorical, Glenn posed his query angrily to the air between our house and the neighbors’ across the backyard.  At 1:30 a.m. he had a right to be angry, having to be up again at 5:00 to shower and dress for work, a job 20 miles away and an hour’s drive from our house.  A full eight hours of manual labor waited for him when he got there, and alert manual labor too.   This was the second time this week the folks across the yard had kept us up with those strange murmurings and yelps, echoing up to our bedroom windows till dawn. 

This time Glenn wasn’t having it at all.  He pulled on his overalls and slipped on his boots, told me to go back to bed and was off down the stairs to give them a good piece of his mind.  I wanted to go with him, of course, just being nosey, really only wanting to see what our neighbors were like.  They’d moved into the house across the yard a full three months ago and we hadn’t seen them once.  Not at the supermarket, not at the post office, not even on the street.  I threw on my robe and pulled on my sneakers, and followed Glenn downstairs and out the door.  He was so angry he didn’t say a word to me.

The murmurs grew louder as we opened the back door and stepped out into the yard.  More like chanting Glen posited, though neither of us could quite discern the language.  Careful now, Glenn warned, the ground’s muddy.  It had been raining most of the night, and indeed, the backyard had been transformed into a puddle-pocked bog.  His admonition was too late, my white sneakers were inch-deep in mud and had turned dirty brown.

About halfway across the yard Glenn noticed the tracks, a weird sort of animal tracks, and if they hadn't been so large and deep they could have passed for a goat’s.  They led right up to the neighbor’s front door, mixed in with a man’s shoe prints.  Glenn found the doorbell on the side of the door and leaned right into it.  No one answered.

I could see Glenn getting angrier, he was tired and frustrated and just wanted to grab a few hours sleep.  The neighbors were still at it, as if they hadn’t heard us ringing the doorbell, they were still carrying on just as loud as if it were the middle of the day.  Glenn knocked hard on the door and it swung inwards, opening wide.   I followed him inside. 

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