My Amish Country Bigfoot Experience:

In September of 2020, a year we all remember well due to Covid-19, I was doing some paranormal research for a book I was writing in Millersburg, Ohio near Amish Country. While doing this research I stayed with my friend, Veronica and her husband Jim, in their 1800’s log cabin for a few days.

Veronica and I were having a girl’s night in with her sister, Cindy, at the cabin one weeknight and we were all having a good time laughing and telling spooky ghost stories. Later into the night, Cindy announced she was going outside to her sister’s front porch for a cigarette and she wanted us to come with her. We could tell that Cindy didn’t want to be alone on the porch in the dark countryside night so we all joined her.

It was a beautiful fall weeknight in early September around 10 pm. The front porch hung off of the front of the little cabin which was built into a cliff.  The property went back to the Civil War era and even had an old fireplace that still sat upon a hill from a previous house during the war.

Veronica and I both sat down next to Cindy on the outdoor wooden porch as she smoked and soon picked up our conversation were we had left off.  Ten minutes later I began to hear something from across the street in the woods. I didn’t say anything at first to anyone, but began looking around.  I thought I heard the noises coming from the property across the street. There was a small white home with green shutters, which had a small driveway leading to a tiny garage. To the right of the little house were large woods with a wire fence, like those used on farm land, lining the property.

The sound seemed to be coming from the large area of woods next to the home. The property had electric and phone wires on a telephone pole barely sticking out from the woods, which sat 50 feet from the white house.

As I looked more at the woods across the way, still trying to identify the unfamiliar sounds I was hearing, a feeling of dread shot through my whole body.  I knew someone or something was watching us on Veronica’s front porch.

I sat completely still and continued to listen across the street, looking around the wooden property. I didn’t know what to expect or look for really. Was this a person, was it a spirit, or a creature? I didn’t know and it was so hard to see into those woods from across the street and through the darkness.

Soon Veronica and Cindy stopped talking and looked around. I could tell they too could feel it.  It was the same feeling I had, someone was watching us. A minute or two went by and still no one spoke as we all sat on the little porch clinging in fear to our wooden chairs as we sat and listened.

“What is that noise?” Cindy whispered quietly.

          “I don’t know,” I replied, “but I think it’s coming from the woods near that telephone pole across the street,” I replied as I pointed at the pole. “I have been hearing noises for a while.” I told them. “Girls,” I said, “Do you feel like someone is watching us?”

          We all exchanged terrified glances and I knew they felt it too. Soon they asked me the big question since I was the gifted one in the group: “Rosella, what do you think it is?”

“I feel a creature, something I have never experienced before and I feel dread throughout my whole body, like we should run,” I replied.

          As soon as I had spoken my sentence we saw the telephone wires across the street begin to move as if a HUGE beast-like creature, or force, had taken its fists and had pushed them down in anger. Then we heard a frightening sound begin to bellow out from the dark woods right behind the telephone pole and its wires. It sounded like an angry large creature, almost like a twist between a lion’s roar and an unknown beast. 

          “RUN!!” I screamed out as I bolted out of my wooden chair on the porch and ran inside the cabin and hid like a child, behind Veronica’s couch in her family room.

Frightened out of their minds, my two friends followed suit and soon we all were crouched down low, behind Veronica’s couch while we waited for the roaring sounds in the woods to stop.

          Veronica’s husband, Jim soon walked into the room and saw us all hiding like small toddlers in fear behind their couch and asked us what was going on? We peaked out our heads from behind the furniture enough to tell him what had just happened.

          Laughing with a chuckle, Jim said, “Oh, so you heard the Bigfoot?”

          “What?” We all asked Jim in unison then looked at each other oddly.

          “You heard the bigfoot!” Exclaimed Jim with smile as he reached into his pocket of his flannel night coat and pulled out his cell phone. Jim began rummaging through his cell, looking for something as he spoke to us.

“I hear it almost every night when I put out the dogs around midnight. Sometimes I hear it earlier in the night during the summer and fall. They roar and get upset because the dogs are outside. They don’t like the dogs.” Jim told us stilling smiling as he tried to pull something up on his phone. “Here,” he said as he held out his cell phone showing us a voice recording marked June.

Jim pushed play and soon you could hear the same roars and sounds that the creature across the street had made before we all ran inside. Jim seemed to have many recordings from all times of the year. He explained to us that he always heard it at night when he was outside, either on the porch or their driveway with the dogs.  Jim told us that sometimes he would hear them (Bigfoots) banging on trees, as if in conversation with one another. He also told us he would hear bangs or roars sometimes from even miles away, as they communicated to each other.

“This was their means of communication,” Jim told us as we continued to hide from the creature outside the cabin. You could see that Jim was so excited to share this information with someone, as if he had been sitting on this wonderful research for years.

Veronica’s husband then told us that he believes that the creatures, as in Bigfoots, think that “outside” is their territory. Which is why the Bigfoot tonight roared, trying to purposely scare us away from its territory. Jim told us that sometimes he will hear many Bigfoots at night from inside his cabin, when he is up late watching TV. Jim will get up and go out to his front porch to record the sounds.

          Jim’s enthusiasm for the creatures seemed to calm us. He let us listen to his recordings and told us stories of what he’s  heard and witnessed over the years; living and growing up on this old property. Veronica explained that she never heard the Bigfoot sounds that Jim had until tonight because she often went to bed early. So tonight was the first time she had experienced the ominous sounds.

          Jim’s love for the creatures he called Bigfoots, and his discoveries on his property regarding them, were truly fascinating. It really opened up my eyes and mind, hearing the knowledge and patterns that Jim had experienced over the years.

Veronica’s Husband also told us stories about their neighbor’s experiences with these Bigfoots on their farms and properties. One couple was locked in their own barn for hours by a Bigfoot, when they were working inside the barn to remodel it. When they were busy and had their backs turned away from the doorway, the couple heard the heavy barn door close. As they ran to the door they heard a large creature placing a wooden board over the door to barn, locking them in for many hours.

I will never forget that crazy night in Amish Country and what Jim taught us that evening.

It’s funny; I had come to research paranormal activity in an historic home nearby, but instead witnessed an angry Bigfoot while sitting on my friend, Veronica’s front porch of her country cabin in the woods.

-Rosella C. Rowe

 

 

 

 

 

 

How I Almost Hit Bigfoot!

A True Story

      One cold, dark night in February, I was driving home after having dinner with friends, with my 5-year-old son in the backseat of my Honda Pilot. I had just turned on the radio and we were both singing along happily to it. When suddenly, I saw something strange up ahead in a field.

The country road we were driving down ran through a large farming area, with fields on both sides of the road. Looking around, I saw no homes or barns nearby, and we were the only car on the road at the time.

As we closed in on the suspicious moving entity, I could see that it was some kind of creature, about half a mile away. The creature seemed dark in color and covered in fur. It appeared to be a large animal of some kind, running on all fours, but what was peculiar was that it seemed to run with its butt or backside slightly lifted in the air as it ran. I also noticed it was running sideways along the left side of the road in the field, getting closer and closer to the road as if to cross it soon.

I didn’t have time to speak or ask my son if he was seeing what I was seeing because the strange beast-like creature suddenly jumped onto the road. I quickly realized that if I didn’t stop my car soon, I would surely hit it. Slamming my foot down on my black Honda Pilot’s brakes, we abruptly came to a halt on the dark country road as the unusual creature passed in front of my Honda’s headlights.

I could see that the creature was abnormally large. In fact, if it were to stand upright, it would probably have been about 10 feet tall!! It had long black hair that curled upwards on its ends and a large black wet snout, similar to an ape you would find in a zoo.

As it ran past our vehicle, its eyes met mine through the windshield and I sat back further in my driver’s seat in fear as it stared me down with intimidation. Its eyes were unusually big and you could clearly see the whites of them, which seemed to glow in the darkness.

Still running sideways, I saw the ape-like creature had something large it seemed to be carrying in its mouth. However, I couldn’t make out the strange object. After the bizarre creature crossed the road (which felt like many minutes), it continued to run through the dark fields, sideways, until it disappeared into the night.

I sat in my driver’s seat for a few minutes, terrified. My adrenaline was flowing fast through my body due to what I had just witnessed and experienced. I tried calming myself by breathing in and out slowly. Now that the creature had passed and was gone, I slowly remembered my poor son alone in the backseat. The small 5-year-old child had been so quiet I had completely forgotten that I was not alone.

Turning my head slowly toward the backseat via my right shoulder, I saw that my son looked very shocked. His jaw hung down in surprise and his eyes were wide open as he continued to look forward through our windshield. You could tell he was astonished and was trying to comprehend what he had just seen with his little eyes, outside our vehicle.

“Are you okay?” I asked him and waited a bit for his reply.

“Bigfoot…” whispered my son, still looking forward as if in a trance.

Hearing this shocking statement come from my small child’s lips seemed to quickly jar me back to reality. I suddenly realized we were alone in the middle of nowhere on a country road. It was dark and we were the only car in sight. It was a cold winter’s night, and we were entirely surrounded by fields. It was spooky and also getting quite late.

Then I began to think, if we were to scream, no one would hear us. Soon my worst fears came to my mind and rapidly overtook my thoughts: What if this thing turns around and comes back to attack us? The huge creature could come from either the back of the car or the side, and we wouldn’t even see it due to the darkness.

Fearing we could be in danger, I swiftly stepped on the gas pedal as hard as I could, putting the pedal to the metal. As we lurched forward, my tires screeched as we took off down the country road lined with fields. I drove as fast as I could until we reached home, knowing we were safe.

It would surely go down in history as a night my son and I would never forget.

 

®Rosella C. Rowe

 

Crafted & Cured is Haunted!

     Downtown Troy, Ohio is a true gem! Not only does it host the well known Strawberry Festival each year in June, drawing thousands of people, it also has many wonderful dining options such as newly renovated restaurants and bars. But did you know that one of them was haunted?

An old bank, now transformed into Crafted & Cured, in the heart of town, near the square is haunted by two former bank employees.

Crafted & Cured is located in an old bank built in 1929 located on 8 S. Market Street. The business specializes in craft beers, wines, and ciders as well as serving an array of charcuterie board options; all across three different bars in the old bank.

  I grew up going to the bank with my parents and remember its grandness as a child. I have a wonderful memory of going inside the HUGE Building with my mother as she made a bank deposit. I still can see the marble floors to the old barred teller windows with three women sitting behind them ready to take my mother’s deposit into her account.  Now this beautiful bank has been turned into the most gorgeous bar and party atmosphere with wall to wall marble and flooring, dressed with old fashion country style tables for friends and family gatherings. To put it simply, it’s GORGEOUS!

          Crafted & Cured opened February, 8^th, 2023. I still remember going in and seeing the grandeur of the newly remodeled space for the first time, it really blows you away. The owners really did an amazing job and you feel like you can’t stop staring or looking around because it’s so beautiful.

 I remember my husband and I were sitting downstairs near the front staircase and the food counter. My husband stood up to go the bathroom leaving me alone and as I waited for him, I had a feeling rush over me that I was being watched. I looked up to see a mid-height older man, with a white beard and mustache, and a glass monocle upon his right eye. The older man was wearing a black tailored suite, well suited to his body, with a hairstyle from the 1930’s.

I looked up at the man who stood near the balcony on the second floor of the old bank from where I sat downstairs and asked him, “Did you work here when this building was a bank?”

He then replied back to me saying, “Yes, young Lady. I moved here with my wife and children to open this bank. It is my pride and joy and I am protecting it. I watch over it and the employees and patrons who come in and out each day.”

 The older gentleman was very kind as he looked around to monitor the environment in a protective manor, as if he never missed a beat. He then looked back at me and began to tell me about his life and career. He said he was the manager of the bank, and still considers himself to be the manager even today. He told me he was very well known in Troy, respected in town, and that he was a hard worker who took pride in the care of his family, staff, and clientele. The bank was his pride and joy and it was an honor to run it and protect the grand building.

I then asked, “Are you the only spirit in the building?”

“No,” he answered. “There is a female spirit.”

The kind manager of the bank also told me where he used to live with his children and wife, downtown Troy and told he walked to work each day with a smile on his face to be working at the bank. In a vision, he showed me where he had lived. It was a white house with white siding that is located along the Great Miami River, which runs through Troy. Living in Troy, Ohio my whole life, I knew the house well, and the house still stands to this day.

I thanked him for communicating with me and sharing his story and life with me. The kind manager nodded to me in appreciation, like a true gentlemen would have to a lady in his era. Then I saw him turn and walk into the side wall, where I felt his office used to reside.

Over the years I have grown as a patron of the lovely bar, Crafted & Cured and see the old bank manager in the same spot each time I visit. He appears at the top of the balcony each time I walk in, smiles at me kindly with a small nod as he looks around with pride to be sure everything is okay in his old work place. He soon shortly disappears after that or walks into the same wall. Each time I visit, I get a warm and welcoming feeling from him and know I am safe and protected. Although I have to say, downstairs is another story, in the basement of the old bank.

The basement still has a large old vault as well as 2 bathrooms. I found out where the female spirit was, whom the old bank manager spoke about the first night I saw him. I walked into the “Ladies Room” downstairs and I could feel a female spirit right away in the small space containing only a few small stalls. You definitely experience an uneasiness in the room, like you want to flee or run from the bathroom, like you are unwanted and in her space.

I asked the staff once and the bartender told me that I was right, it’s a female and she likes both bathrooms but mainly resides in the women’s bathroom and makes people feel uneasy so they leave quickly. I have had to use the bathrooms several times downstairs and each time I head into the “Ladies Room,” I get a feeling of: “Get out of here.”

I have spoken to owners of the grand old bank, now Crafted & Cured, and they led me to an old photograph taken when the bank just opened. In the photo there is a huge conference room with several men sitting around a huge table as if in a meeting. The young owner asked if any of these men at the large conference table looked like the man I saw upstairs near the balcony?

Right away I pointed to a man nearer the left in the photo close to the head of the large table. He was dressed in a black suit from the 1930’s era. The man in the photo looked just like the spirit I always see when I come in to the bar but looked younger in this photo. The owner looked at me with a gleeful smile when I pointed to the man and said, “Yep, that is the old manager of the bank!”

The young owner of the bar then told me that the man in the picture, I had pointed to, had moved to Troy to oversee the build of the bank and opened the bank. He also informed me that the manager’s character was exactly like I had described.

In addition, I spoke to the owner about the old manager’s family and where he had lived in Troy and how the man had shown me his home in a vision. Once again, the owner smiled but this time his smile was bigger, as he let out a small laugh.

“You are right again! He replied with a surprising look and told me that is what he had also found from his own research he did at the historical library after buying the property.  Putting his hand to his head and scratching it in amazement the owner told me he couldn’t believe I knew all of this.

Soon it was closing time. As the current owner and I wrapped up our conversation and began walking toward the exit, I looked up to see the old manager standing in his usual spot. At first, he seemed very serious but soon I saw his expression change and a smile spread across his face. The old manager nodded at me, as if to say, I appreciate you passing on my good will efforts of protection to the new owner. Then the man disappeared and the balcony was empty.

The young owner walked me toward the door and thanked me for coming forward and telling him what I had experienced. He explained to me that he had always felt safe and protected while in the building and now he knew why.

®Rosella C. Rowe

*Crafted & Cured is located in downtown Troy, Ohio, Please visit their website for more information: https://craftedncured.com/

 

The Tipp City Tornado of 2022:

I was lounging in my backyard pool with my son when I felt an odd energy start to come in. Looking up at the sky, I could see fast moving clouds coming in that began to look a shade darker.

          Getting off my raft, I continued to survey the sky. My son, floating on a raft right next to me, stuck his arm up, into the air and said, “Mom, we have 3 hours until the tornado hits,” spoken with a very serious face, unlike a seven year old. He swam over to me and took my raft.

          “Where are you going with that?” I asked him still in shock over what had just transpired.          

Turning back to answer me, after he had reached the first step, leading out of our in ground-pool he replied, “I am getting the stuff out to of the pool. We have to clean up, Mom. The tornado is coming.” He moved fast and was quite firm.  

          It was the summer of 2022 and my son was seven years old. I had never seen him this serious before or had seen him clean up on his own. “Something is about to happen,” I thought to myself. Normally he was the happiest kid you ever saw and never sat still. His seriousness, along with the clouds quickly coming in over my head, were quite frightening.

          Suddenly the wind really came in and was blowing hard and fast. My son and I worked to get everything inside our storage area swiftly before the rain started. We ran around the backyard and pool, gathering up toys and floats.

Inside my husband was watching the local News and confirmed with me that it was defiantly coming. And sure enough, the timeframe our son had predicted was correct. We had exactly 3 hours until a big storm would hit us and we had a Tornado Warning.

I looked at my son and he said, “I will get dressed Mom and start helping Dad bring down the pets to the basement,” Still in his serious mode but I was grateful. We have several pets and 5 in cages. So my husband needed the help.

          I took a fast shower and got dressed. I heard my phone start to ring and reached for it. I saw it was one of my out of town friends, so I answered the call, and explained the situation. I told her what had happened with my son in the pool and how we didn’t have much time left. This friend knew of my gifts so I thought she would understand. I also thought she would see why I had to go to help bring important things down to the basement before the storm. However, she did not seem to care, she just kept talking.

          Out of the blue I heard a male voice that I knew very well. It was my good friend, a spirit named, Jason. He was a relative of a great friend and client of mine. Sometimes he would come to check on me or help during an emergency or bad situation.

          Not thinking clearly about why he was suddenly in my bedroom, I said, “Hi, Jason,” greeting him happily, forgetting briefly about the storm at the moment.

          “What are you doing?” He said to me in a stern manner. I had never heard him sound so upset. Swiftly I got up from my sitting position in my bed where I had been talking to this friend on the phone.  

“Jason is here!” I exclaimed. This friend knew of Jason from the past, I had told her about a time when he had come to see me and it was important. So I believed she would understand now that I had to go, and it was dire.

          However, she got excited instead and started asking him a lot of questions, enthusiastically.

I saw Jason walk over to my bed-side stand, ignoring her presence, and soon saw my light atop of the stand flash on and off by itself.  My jaw dropped as I heard him say, “Get off the phone. That girl is selfish! Get the pets and everyone to the safety NOW!” I have never seen Jason that angry before and I had known him for years. I knew at that moment, “it was coming” and this storm was going to be very bad.

          “I have to go!” I exclaimed. “The Tornado is coming and Jason is saying to get off the phone and go to the basement now!” I said and hung up the phone. I didn’t even wait for a reply. Grabbing everything important as fast as I could, I made my way down with my family to the basement. We turned on or TV to the News Channel.

Soon we saw that the News reporter had zoomed in on a road next to our neighborhood. It was so frightening, we all gasped in fear. I looked at my son with worry in my eyes as he took my hand in his to comfort me. I could still see his very serious expression on his face as he looked at our television. I also felt Jason in the room with us, which gave me some comfort.

          My husband and I exchanged looks, he normally tries to pretend he is a non-believer in what I do, but that day he knew from what my son had said in the pool earlier, and from his serious demeanor still, as well as Jason’s visit upstairs, that something was happening that he couldn’t deny. He looked at me in fear and then looked at the news reporter again on television.

          “Wait a minute folks, this just in,” the reporter said, lifting her hand to her ear to listen intently to what was coming in. Soon she looked at the map in front of her and you could see her face change into a concerned expression.

          My whole family paused and waited. Swiftly my son lifted his hand again in the air, just like he had earlier in the pool that afternoon. “It just skipped over us,” he said without delay, as he looked away from our TV. “It’s heading towards Tipp City. It will destroy Meijer,” spoke the seven year old. Then he turned and looked at me. “We are safe now.”

          “Meijer?” replied my husband to my son in surprise as our child pulled his hand down from its position in the air, and placed it in his lap.
         

“Yes, Dad, it will hit Meijer and more over there, it will be bad. But we are safe now. Just watch, you will see,” Spoke our son and turned back toward the News on TV, where it looked like the reporter was about to speak after waiting for more information.

          “Okay Folks, I have been informed that the path has turned. It is now heading towards Tipp City!” said the young female reporter.

          We all, including our daughter, two years older than our son looked at the young boy as he smiled back at us all awkwardly, feeling the spotlight on him and liking it, very much; said, “I told you guys.”

          “If you are in Tipp City off 25A, near Meijer Distribution Center please take cover now!” The reporter warned her audience on the News. “The Tornado has now gained momentum and is moving fast. Take cover now!”

          A few minutes later, a male voice broke in to speak to the young female reporter, “We have reports of flying debris and we have just heard confirmation from a caller that the tornado has hit Meijer.”

          We all gasped again in unison as we looked on at the News horrified in disbelief.

          “He was right!” I said aloud and looked around the room at my family. “See Mommy,” replied my son, “I told you. Poor Meijer, but I knew once it shifted, we would be okay!” He said to me with a twinkle in his eye, as he cuddled up close to my arm for snuggles.

Twenty minutes later, we all sat on couch listening to the aftermath reports from the storm come in on the News when my son suddenly exclaimed, “Okay, we can all go up now, it’s over!” with so much self assurance in his little voice. He stood up and started up the basement stairs with all of his stuffed animals’ in hand.

           Shortly after that, we all gathered in the car and drove toward Tipp City where Meijer Distribution Center was located. As we got closer to Meijer, we saw that half of its roof was gone and caved in. You could see debris from the ceiling of Meijer all over the road for miles around Tipp City, and a house near the Distribution Center’s yard was a mess.

You could see the owners trees had lifted out of the ground, as well as their telephone poles and wires. All were knocked down and were laying on the ground in their yard. There was a huge picnic table about 8 feet long that was stuck in the people's wires and their roof was clearly torn to pieces. The people were outside their home looking around their yard in disbelief. They were lucky to be alive after that event, and you could see they saw evidence of that as they looked around their property.

          From that day on, my son has predicted many storms and knows when to go the basement. We never hesitate or question him; we just get everyone downstairs as fast as possible.

          I am so grateful that my son said that the tornado was coming that day and that Jason came to tell me to get off the phone.  I especially paid attention to the fact that he called my friend who was on the phone, “selfish.” Years later, I found out that she was not the person I thought she was. A life lesson was truly learned.

          Jason is a huge protector, I have woken up several times in the night to see him sitting by my bed, in what I call, “protection mode.” I would ask him if my angels had sent him to watch over me to which he would reply, “Yes. Now go back to sleep.”

I am so blessed Jason is in my life and comes to help me. I only have known him in his spirit form, but he is such a blessing in my life and I will always be grateful for our friendship. I know someday, he will greet me on the other-side when it is my time to go home.

Then End..

 This Blog Article is dedicated to my good friend, Jason. Who is always there, taking care of us from the other-side. I love you, dear friend.

-Rosella C. Rowe

Mansfield Fire Museum Short Stories: Dedicated to Bobby Shook and His Fire Museum in Mansfield, Ohio

 Mansfield Fire Museum Short Stories:

For those of you who know Bobby Shook or have heard me speak of him on my Blog or my Podcast he been a wonderful father figure in my life, a good friend, and is a good man.

Bobby,

Thank you for always being so kind to me as well as being there for me through good times and bad times. You have supported me in many ways over the years whether it was regarding my writing or God-given gifts of my mediumship, or when you needed help for your friends, yourself, or the Museum. For all of this love, support, trust and kindness; I thank you.

 I know that no matter what happens in my life, I will never forget you. You have helped shape me into the person I am today. Thank you and I love you!

These stories are dedicated to Bobby Shook and his Mansfield Fire Museum in Mansfield, Ohio.

Love,

-Rosella C. Rowe

The Spirit “Alice” Returns:

The Spirit “Alice” Returns:

 

I was on my way to the Mansfield Fire Museum in Mansfield, Ohio once more to meet Bobby Shook. This time my friend, Amy was with me and we were on our way to meet Bobby for a full day of lunch, readings, dinner and Bingo, afterwards we were to ghost hunt in the Fire Museum.

 After Bingo and everyone had cleared out for the night, Amy and I, my niece and her boyfriend, who had joined us late, followed Bobby into the dark museum.

I set up some ghost hunting equipment and we began walking towards the back of the museum where they kept an old jail cell from the Ohio State Reformatory. I do not like the jail cell. In the past it has created a lot of issues.

Misty and I found during a few of our investigations in the museum, that bad spirits were using the jail cell as a portal to the museum and were antagonizing female visitors and ghost hunters.

For example, a few months back, Bobby had warned me about females being targeted lately when visiting the museum.  I was investigating the museum with him and our friend, Alice, a bingo volunteer. As I was speaking to Alice I saw her hair lift up in the air and stay there with no one visibly holding it for several seconds, possibly half a minute. You could tell she didn’t feel it being held in the air, because she went on speaking. I stood frozen in amazement and shock.

All of a sudden her hair dropped, hitting her shoulders and she screamed out thinking someone was behind her and had touched her. I explained what I saw and even in the darkness, I saw her turn white. That happened to her a total of two times during that investigation. That event still upsets her to this day.

After many reports adding up about the prisoner spirits from the cell attacking women, Misty and I came a few weeks later to help Bobby, and cleared 37 male spirits out. It took us over 3 hours that night and we were exhausted.

After that experience, Bobby and I were worried seeing Amy so fixated on walking towards the cell. She didn’t seem to hear anyone speak to her as she pressed forward towards the cell. Bobby exchanged an odd look with me as we followed her.

Amy didn’t seem like herself at all. Like a hallow shell in fact and we could all tell something was wrong. Bobby and I were quite concerned.

Out of the blue, I heard my Uncle Hal’s voice telling me to guard my niece and stop. My Uncle had passed on and only came (in spirit form) to the museum if the bad male spirits were there from past experience to protect me. I then heard my other uncle’s voice, Uncle Pat, who had died years before, he and my Hal were best friends. Then I really knew that things were about to get bad fast.

 I told Amy to stop again but still she pushed passed us on her mission. She began asking the old prisoners of the cell questions, aiming her questions toward the cell, not even looking at anyone once. Taking out her EMF reader she put it atop of the gate in front of the cell.

I asked Amy, “What are you doing?” But still she looked passed me. Why wasn’t she understanding what we had said to her? I told her about my Uncle’s both coming and their warnings. She still looked at the gate and asked them questions, pressing on.

Puzzled, Bobby and I looked at each other again. This time he said, “Who is in charge here?”

I was shocked, I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew I felt danger. I also knew that Bobby wouldn't speak to me like that unless there was danger.

Words began coming through the oculus: “Die, run, beware, go away, Bitch, etc.”

Strangely, Amy began challenging it, which again, was NOT LIKE HER! Then it happened, a frightening name from the past came through the oculus. A name we; Misty, Amy and I knew well: “ALICE!” spoke the frightening voice, stopping Amy cold in her tracks as she brought her hand to her mouth, covering it in horror and looked at me.

The name from the past was an entity that called itself, “Alice.” (Note: not my friend and bingo volunteer) This spirit attached itself to Amy for whole year after we had visited and investigated the Blackford Jail in IN. It scratched her, gave her nightmares, and burned her skin sometimes in the middle of her back where she could not reach. 

Amy and I had locked eyes in fear and I saw how terrified she was. In shock, she began to walk away from the cell holding her EMF in a trance like state. Bobby didn’t know who “Alice” was so I quickly explained to him. “It’s not the Alice we know Bobby. This is an evil spirit that attached to Amy a year ago.”

“Oh, wow! This night has taken a turn and fast,” he replied sitting down on a ledge next to a display.

Amy then turned back around, and walked over to Bobby and sat on his lap, not seeing him and speaking gibberish that we could not make out. Bobby yelled out, “What are you doing, Amy?” And she slid- off his lap and sat to the right of him and stared off into space.

It was then that I saw a small bat-like creature appear over Amy’s head, it had fangs and small teeth, as if in a grin, smiling at me. Flapping its wings it hovered over her in the air. I was the only one who saw it due to my gifts and was astounded.

Then I heard it say, “I am Alice, you can’t get rid of me,” in a creepy-eerie voice as it laughed and looked straight at me wickedly, as it smiled with accomplishment of its evil task.

As soon as I heard it I knew it was a demon. I began praying to Archangel’s Michael and Raphael asking for them to come and help me banish this creature once and for all.

As Amy stared off into space, I screamed out a prayer banishing the entity to hell asking Bobby to repeat what I was saying. Bobby trusted me so he began to pray with me in unison. After ten minutes, I finally felt and saw the entity leave. I thanked the Angels and saw Amy waken from her trance like state.

Amy blinked and soon was back to her normal self, she wasn’t even aware of what happened after she heard the dreaded name come through the Oculus. She says to this day, she only remembers up to that point until she snapped out of her trance like state.

Poor Bobby Shook didn’t know what he was getting into by inviting me and Amy to the Museum that day.

I still tease him about that night saying, “You better not misbehave Bobby Shook, or I will sick that nasty bat-like creature Amy brought with her on you,” he pretends to shake in his boots and we laugh. We love teasing each other.

But all kidding aside, you never know what will follow you home from a paranormal investigation one night.

-Pray, Banish, and Be Safe!

 

“What In Sam Hell Was That?”

 

“What In Sam Hell Was That?”

Bobby Shook called me one night and asked me to come to the Museum to give readings for family and friends of his who played Bingo over the weekend. When Bobby calls, you come.

When I arrived Bobby greeted me at the door of the bingo hall, then I was led into the large building. It was 11am on a Saturday morning and bingo wasn’t scheduled until later that night, so I knew we were the only people inside the building.

       Bobby sat down atop a large bingo folding table used in the hall for the game as he began updating me on my schedule for the day, which was always packed full.  I suddenly heard a little boy’s voice cry out inside the large hall. I knew we were alone in the building so I stopped to listen.

The sound of the little boy’s cry was muted but I knew I had heard it. I listened intently to see if I could hear it again. Tuning out, poor Bobby in the meantime he saw that I was no longer listening and I was acting strangely, so he paused. I must have looked like I was in another world.

“Hello! Do I need to be here? Are you listening to me?” Bobby asked me, being his comical-self, as always.

I chucked and said, “Don’t you hear it?” and stopped again to listen to our surroundings. Soon I heard the small voice again. “That!” I exclaimed. “Did you hear that voice? It’s a little boy.”

       “You know me.” He replied. “I can’t hear anything, but it you heard it, I believe you.”

Just then, I heard a new voice! However, this voice had come from a different direction. It seemed like it had come from the bathrooms, which were known to be very haunted. I have had lots of experiences myself in the hall’s bathrooms.

       “Bobby, now it’s coming from the bathrooms,” I said turning around to look in a new direction. “This voice was a female voice.”

       “No Rosella, I don’t hear a thing, but again; you know me.” Bobby said putting his hands up in the air.
      

An hour later I was giving a reading to a woman, Bobby’s Bingo Customer in the large hall when a loud bang came from the back end of the hall’s ceiling.

The client and I both jumped in fear from the loud sound and stopped talking.  Bobby came running out of his office noticeably startled from the sound. He looked at us both. “What in Sam Hell did you do to make that noise?” He asked us shaken.

“We don’t know what it was.” I said as the client and I both looked at him in confusion. “We didn’t touch anything. We are just as freaked out as you.” He grinned and looked around the infamous haunted building and quickly understood. He then told us if we needed him or it happened again, to come get him right away.

       After Bobby walked away we looked around the bingo hall for a moment, and then resumed the reading.

A few minutes later, the client’s mother came through, the woman had a very strong spirit and I could feel it.  I saw her mother standing by the bathrooms toward the back of the hall. It was a very strange place to stand, and coincidentally; where I heard the female voice earlier that day. It seemed odd that she stood a football field away from her kin. However, her mother told me a message for her child, my client to repeat.

I began telling the client the message from her mother. I also told the client what her mother looked like. Normally I see spirits in my mind’s eye but this time I saw the spirit of this client’s mother, in what looked like a living-person’s form, almost in present time. It’s rare that I see a full bodied apparition of a spirit, looking like a living breathing person, but it has happened to me in the past.  I knew this message must be special.

       Suddenly the client denied what the mother said to me in her message, I think due to embarrassment, and the craziest thing happened.

I saw her mother move in lighting-flash speed across the huge hall heading right towards us and appear in less than 2 seconds in front of the table sitting in front me. The table sat in between myself and the client (her daughter), and the mother currently stood right next her daughter with a very upsetting expression on her face.  Wow was she mad!

The mother began bending down towards her grown-child, sitting in a chair and yelled directly in her face! “Tell the truth!” I then saw the chair next in between the mother (spirit) and daughter move sideways and we jumped as we heard her mother’s voice out loud. The client jumped and confessed she was lying immediately.

       I then saw her mother smile and disappear into thin air.

Bobby came running out of his office again and said, “Rosella, what in Sam Hell did you do now!?” Looking at the client and I. “That was loud! The client and I exchanged looks and laughed but we really were shocked at what we had just experienced.

From that day on, Bobby shook always teases me about my quote on quote, “loud readings.”

Late that night when Bobby was helping me pack up my stuff because I was going to head home, we were walking to my car outside, near the main bingo entrance; I said, “Well this truly was an interesting visit.”

“Yes, it was,” replied Bobby as he placed my cooler inside my trunk and closed the hatch. “But then again,” he paused intently, “all of you visits are.” We grinned as I gave Bobby Shook a big hug, got in my car, opened up a diet coke and started my long drive home.