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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.
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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 |
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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.
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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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