ForEveryFriend.com !!!!       The Crypto Reporter - Monster Sightings From Around The World We are surrounded by what we don't see. It is a thin line that separates us from there. Like the separation of dream state subconscious and consciousness, we walk among the lesser known layers I like to think of as other dimensions. It is within each of us to cross these barriers. Good luck and be careful.    When scientists debunk ghosts their first statement is usually, “there is no scientific proof of the existence of ghosts.” This is wrong. There is scientific proof. Science even has theories that explain something must be happening beyond what we know and what we can see. Human beings have both electrical and chemical energy in our bodies. We are organically designed to carry our electrically charged brain and nervous systems. When we die our chemical bodies begin to break down and decompose. The organic side returns to wear it came from - energy changing into a different form of energy as Einstein's law says. So what happens to the electrical energy that flows through our brain? It can't simply disappear or fade away out of existence. That would break the laws of science. That energy has to still be somewhere only now it has changed into a different form of energy. What happens to the energy is really determined by personal faith. No one knows exactly what waits beyond this life. What we do know, thanks to science, is that the electrical pulse energy in each human being will always exist because as a rule it “cannot be destroyed.” UFO, Ghost, Crypto Zoology, Encounters, Remote Viewing, Contact, Dimenssions, The Other Side, orb's, spirits, residual hauntings, hauntings, poltergeist, magik, Ghost Stories    Submit your paranormal encounter. Somewhere On The Oregon Trail: In October of 2007 a small group of paranormal investigators spent the wee hours of the morning taking EVP’s, pictures, temperature, readings, emf readings, other electronic and human sources for sensing spirits and residual paranormal activity. Due to uncertainties of rights and publishing the names of persons and site will remain unwritten.     The site:   Settlers Home sties and trading station remains from mid 1800’s along the old Oregon Trail in Southern Idaho . The Layout: A structurally unsound log store, two cellars, one original home and a small pioneer cemetery are all that remains of what was a thriving trading station. Condition is not good. The cemetery sits out in a field. There are some unmarked graves. History: A history is written  of the white men who settled here but not much history on the Indians whom the patch of land was taken from or the Chinese that were slave level workers in the process of recovering gold. Thought: The place is swimming in an untold history of death and treachery. My feelings in the area were of great sadness. The historical background focus is on the settlers that built the Home sites. The graves were for a few select settlers, The Indians and Chinese that were killed here go unnamed and there remains if any strewn about in the earth under foot perhaps in a near by field or groove of trees. Activity: Lot ’s of activity to say the least. Below are a few pictures of orbs, mystery line possibly an orb in transit and smoke like substance only caught on camera. The EVP’s did not produce much. Electronic readings were all over the place. The temperatures dramatically droped in areas of activity. Up to 30 deg F swing. The sensation of a presence was very strong in the area of the smoke substance, This area also produced the erratic temperature swings. R&C Paranormal Reaserch Team   Ectoplasm? Mystery Fog? Haze?          1     2     3     4
Ghost Stories:  Black Aggie        American Folklore / Ghost Stories                 Black Aggie           retold by  S. E. Schlosser     When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.  It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.  People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.  One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.  What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.  With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.  Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.  The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.