The Haunted Doll:

Blackford Jail

Misty, Amy and I had investigated Blackford Jail in IN over a year ago and we had a very active night where a woman named Alice attached herself to Amy and she had a rough year due to this spirit. Amy experienced: scratches, burning skin sensations, evil-nightmares, etc for over 8 months.

To be honest, it took me quite a while to rid the bad spirit from Amy because each time we thought it had gone; it came again back weeks later.

This time Misty and I decided to go back to Blackford County Jail for a public ghost hunt we were invited to nearer Halloween, this past October, 2023.

We walked into the small quaint jail in Indiana remembering the crazy paranormal activity before and Amy’s bad experiences. However, we both remained open-minded to new and hopeful, positive paranormal experiences.

We did not know what was in store for us that night, but it would be something that would HAUNT ME FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS.

          We walked in and were greeted by the staff who took everyone on a tour before the investigation. Misty and I knew the hotspots and everything seemed normal until we walked into the room where we had a lot of dark activity a year ago on the 2^nd floor to the right in the hallway. A bedroom once used by the children of a past sheriff who lived there years ago. The room had a large closet which spanned the right side of the room’s wall. It had a small mirror dressing table, (mostly used by a young girl in the 50’s for makeup and hair) and a chair in front to a window to the left it room.

The man giving the tour suddenly walked over to the dressing table and opened a drawer taking out a small baby doll that looked old and tattered. He then placed it on the chair under the window in the room. Misty and I took a step back and exchanged looks.

 “Oh no! I don’t do dolls!” Misty said to everyone in the room, and then walked behind me as if to hide from the object. “No dolls.”

 “This doll has been labeled very active and was left at the house during a paranormal investigation.” He informed everyone listening. “We don’t know how it got here, or who it once belonged to but it is highly active in terms of paranormal activity.” Said the male tour guide, as he glanced at Misty and I. He then walked on to conduct the tour gesturing to us to follow.  

Misty and I looked at each other uneasily and began following the rest of the tour around the 2^nd floor of the living quarters where the Sheriff, his wife, and children once lived.

When the tour of the property was over, we walked downstairs and began investigating. We had lots of good activity such as interactions with the last Sheriff (who had lived in the old jail). Then we moved upstairs to the woman’s confined area of the jail, and interacted with a mother and son. Unfortunately, the mother had been jailed, so her son lived with her in the jail. Back then, if a mother was arrested and the child had now family to live with, they lived in jail too with the mother too. It was a sad story and our hearts went out to him and his mother, but the boy REALLY loved our motion ball! He played and interacted with us and the ball for a long time that night.

After we had investigated most of the house, we knew we had to go up to the haunted room in the living quarters where the doll resided and investigate. It was the only room we hadn’t investigated that night. I knew Misty didn’t want to go into the room due to the haunted doll, and our past experiences we had last year in that room.

I turned to Misty and said, “You know where we have to go next. We have avoided it for a while now.” I said to her with a “come on let’s go do it face,” and put my hand on her shoulder.

 “Oh No…I don’t want to see the doll,” she replied as she sunk a down a bit.

“I know, but we have to see, then we can go around again to the cells and see if we get more after the bedroom is done . Maybe it won’t be so bad,” I told her. (Famous last words)

Last time we had been in the bedroom on 2^nd floor, we experienced a dark entity which spoke to us saying some awful and threatening things to Amy, our fellow investigator. It really didn’t like her. We took several photos from that night and in all of them the entity showed up in photos near Amy or over her head, all in frightening positions. But the worst one was when the shadow figure showed up in a picture of the bedroom’s open door, leaning over the door in a ghoulish way.

The figure looked like a dark shadow in a cloak with horns on its head.  In the picture you can see a head, shoulders and arms that wrapped over the door on both sides. Where its eyes were supposed to be, were open holes and it had an open mouth shaped in a Jack-o’-lantern smile. It looked incredibly wicked!

We knew this room wasn’t a great room to be in or investigate, but now it had a haunted doll in it! (Now looking back, I feel this was defiantly a “Buyer Beware Situation!)

I got out our equipment and began setting up. I placed my motion sensor ball on the floor in front of the doll. Right away I felt something I dreaded inside. I knew it something evil was amongst us. First, I felt the doll, then I felt the presence of the dark shadow figure. I knew its energy from before and knew it was there watching us. It was the creepiest feeling. I honestly wasn’t sure which entity to fear the most!

I walked over to Misty and began asking questions to anyone in the room at the time. (NOTE: to hear the whole investigation, you can listen on my podcast, A Haunting Good Time Radio Show on Podcaster and Spotify)

As I asked questions I got no answers but saw that the entity was now laying on the ball I had placed on the floor and lighting it up without stopping or a pausing. It did this for 20 minutes straight. This was a sign. From my past experiences with entities, they will not answer your questions or interact with you if they are evil, but just lay on your motion sensor object or device. They wish to obtain power and inflict fear. It’s a game to make the person fear what will happen next.

After a while of this activity and no answer, I got tired of being ignored. So I said out loud, “Okay, I will ask then.” I knew it was just waiting for me to ask this question, I felt it. “Are you the doll?”

As I asked it, and even before I asked this question, I never thought I would experience what happened next which will haunt me for the rest of my life. I heard these words in a grandmother- child-like blended voice, a sick combination of a sweet older women and nasty dead-little girl clearly say: “YOU KNOW I AM THE DOLL.”

As I heard this, I went into a state of shock and horror. Looking forward only in shock still, I began backing up into Misty who began freaking out saying, “What is it? What happened? What did you hear?”

I didn’t even hear her or see her. I continued to back up, walking backward until I ran into her. She grabbed my arm and was yelling out at me but still it didn’t resonate.

I suddenly snapped out of it when I heard another voice, “Are you sure you want to walk towards the closet? That is where the shadow man lives.” I stopped cold, scared to death and looked behind me.  It was then, that I saw and heard Misty. Her hands were on my arm as she looked at me in total fear. “What did you hear?” She shouted.

 “Misty,” I replied. “I am a medium so trust me when I say this, “RUN!” Misty screamed out in panic as we gathered our things up and ran from the room.

I have learned a lot from paranormal investigating over the years as well conducting readings, being in different environments, even being in my own home, or at a spiritual place, and I have learned a lot from riding spirits from clients homes.

Given this knowledge, I knew if we didn’t get out as soon as possible, it would have only gotten worse. The entity would have tried to: attach, go home with us, and/or harm us. So I didn’t want to risk this happening to either Misty or myself.

My advice is to say a prayer to Archangel Michael, God or Mother Mary: the Queen of Angels for protection right away and don’t delay! ***PLEASE DO NOT RISK IT!***

 

Note:

To listen to the Live Recorded Podcast from that night in which more experiences can be heard:

A Haunting Good Time Radio: Blackford Jail Podcast Part 1 & 2:

https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ahauntinggoodtime/episodes/Blackford-County-Jail--IN-Part-1-e28rkko

 

https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ahauntinggoodtime/episodes/Blackford-County-Jail--IN-Part-2-e28rlb4

Mandy's Deceased Husband's Visit

 Mandy's Deceased Husband's Visit

    

    Yesterday a client, turned friend; told me this wonderful story about a visitation from her deceased husband while her and her daughter sat at a kitchen table. I am writing her story because I thought it important to tell it for it may help or aid widows everywhere:

Mandy sat at her kitchen table with her teen granddaughter, Taylor in her home. Mandy, a widow; and her granddaughter, Taylor were having a lovely conversation while having a snack and tea passing time whilst awaiting Taylor’s parents to pick her up.

Taylor soon noticed the air in the room had grown colder around them and seemed to change rapidly. She shuttered, her body feeling the air change as it grow colder near her back and shoulders. Before Taylor could share what she noticed with her Grandmother, Taylor saw that the light fixture that had an unlit, burnt out light bulb in it for over a year, had suddenly turned on above their heads. “Grandma,” she spoke, “Wasn’t that light not working and burnt out?”

Mandy looked at the old light fixture that hung above her kitchen table all these years in wonderment, her jaw felt like it was on the floor but soon began to form into a bright –happy smile. “Yes,” she replied to her Granddaughter.” Yes, it has been dead for a while now. I am not able to get on the ladder to change it since Grandpa passed and it has bothered me that I can’t change it for some time now.”

Taylor looked at her Grandmother in amazement, the cold air wrapped around her in a large hug of joy. Taylor knew it was him, visiting.

“Grandma, it’s him!” she said to her windowed Grandmother. “It’s Grandpa, “Pa!” He is telling us he is here and he loves us! He must be watching over us to make sure we are okay.” The young girl looked at her Grandmother, her eyes filled with peace, love, and JOY. A joy that she never thought she could ever know, or experience. Taking in this blessing happening before her eyes she smiled as tears of love rolled down her checks. She missed her Pa so much since he passed. Taylor looked into the  direction of the cool breeze she felt swirling around her body, making its presence known and mouthed the words, “I love you,” to her Grandfather. She knew he saw her and heard her words. She knew he had to be smiling at her now, she felt it.

Her Grandmother, the windowed wife looked at Taylor and behind her, as she felt the same peace, love, and joy inside her older body. Mandy smiled at her passed on husband, whom she missed so very much. She felt he was standing behind Taylor, looking on at them both with love and joy as well. Then they both looked up at the dead bulb that had come to life again, as it flickered again and again, she could hardly believe the gift being presented to her.

Taylor spoke to her Grandfather, aiming her words at the cold breeze, “Pa, is that you?” The dead bulb flickered in answer to her question and they felt validation that it was indeed him.

“Oh, My God!” Taylor and Mandy spoke in unison as they looked at each other with wonderment. Mandy, Taylor’s Grandmother; reached across the small kitchen table and took her Granddaughter’s hand with a smile and said aloud, “I know you are there, and you are watching over us. Thank you for coming and keep watching over us dear. I love you and miss you every day I live. We will be together again someday.”

A few minutes later, they two women noticed the air had changed back to its normal temperature and the lovely presence had moved on. However, the light bulb that had been dead for over a year, with no ability to change it, shone bright as the sun from that day on. A true sign and testament that Mandy believes is evidence of her deceased husband’s visit that blessed day to her and her Granddaughter, Taylor.

 

Hello Everyone,

I know it’s been a while since I have posted and have so many stories I am behind in writing and posting. I have put a lot of stories and ghost investigations on my Podcast, A Haunting Good Time Radio Show Podcast. Please check it out at: https://anchor.fm/ahauntinggoodtime

 

Nancy’s Mother:

 

One fall night, I went over to my neighbor’s house to ask a favor and spend some time with them. I rang their doorbell and stood outside waiting. Soon I heard my friend’s husband, Terry shout, “Come on in!”

 I pushed their dark brown door open and walked inside. Inside, I saw Terry sitting in their living room to the left of the house with his guitar in his hands strumming away. He had a big smile on his dark-bearded face. However, I saw that he had company with him.  Across from Terry, sitting in large winged back chair, was an older woman in her 60's. She had brown eyes, with shinning-dark hair that was shoulder length. I didn’t see much of her, because her back was being towards me, and she was sitting in a large chair, but she seemed kind. She slowly turned, to recognize my presence as I entered the home and she gave me a small Princess-hand-cupped wave, and smile.

 I smiled at them both and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. Hi there. I don’t want to interrupt you.” Terry’s guest slowly turned herself back around to listen to Terry as he continued strumming his guitar with a smile, and I walked to the back to find his wife, Nancy.

                 An hour later, Nancy and I were sitting at her small island in their kitchen laughing and chatting away when her husband came in to get a drink. He began talking with us and soon, we were heavy in conversation. I suddenly remembered his guest, the kind older women sitting in their living room.

I spoke up with confidence asking Terry why he was with us in the kitchen when he had a guest, “I don’t want to keep you.” I felt bad for keeping him so long, and thought it very odd of him, now that I remembered. It must be a relative and here I was being so rude.  

                Terry and Nancy stopped and quickly exchanged odd looks with one-another. Then they both turned again towards me as Nancy asked me, “What in the world are you talking about, Dear? There isn’t anyone here besides you as our guest tonight.” I was shocked.

                I told them what I had seen when I walked in the house and expressed to them what I had seen when I came in the house. “That is why I didn’t stop to talk to you, Terry. I didn’t want to interrupt and be rude if you had a guest or relative over.”

                “I thought that was odd, you didn’t stop,” replied Terry talking softly, “but no.” Terry replied to me looking at me in astonishment, “no one is here.” Nancy swiftly led us all to the living room explaining to me that no one could be sitting in that chair because it had stuff in it. They had been doing a big house clean out that day and stuff was all over the living room.  “See,” she said pointing to the chair, “no one can even sit here.”

As I looked down at the chair I saw a huge pile of hangers from a closet lying on top of it, in the middle of the large cushion. “I was just too tired to put them away,” Nancy explained.  “So I left them there for later.” I was flabbergasted as I took in the sight.

                “But …but,” I stammered trying to make sense of what was happening. “I saw an older women sitting right here!” I expressed.

                I saw Nancy and Terry exchange looks again. Then Nancy asked, “What did the woman look like?”

                I described the woman to them in detail, and as I did, Nancy swiftly brought her hand to her mouth in surprise. “What is it? I asked her.

                Terry looked at me then said, “That was Nancy’s mother. We cared for her for several years. She died years ago.”

                I will never forget the night I saw Nancy’s mother sitting in that wing-backed chair in the living room as Terry played his Guitar. Her Mother must have really loved him and his music. I feel she was there to support him and enjoy him playing; even in her afterlife.

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

 

Parasitical Spirits:

          For those of you who have read my book, The Haunting at 2095 I just had a HUGE breakthrough last week!

           I may have finally found out what the continuous growling sound in my childhood bedroom was, near my window was as described in my book. This started happening after my, so-called friend, held a séance against my knowledge at the age of 16 at a slumber party I was having. I found out and stopped it, but it was too late.

          However, making a long story short, I was watching Portal’s to Hell on TV last week when I saw a Psychic named Tim, talk about Parasitical Spirits. These are spirits who pretend to be another spirit that someone in a room wishes to contact, just to steal your energy. It also can hook to you and make your life miserable in other ways too.

          After 26 years, I COULDN’T BELIVE I possibly may know what it was in my bedroom that roamed my house, when I was a child, trying to scare me and even KNOCKED ME OUT one night!  It may have been a parasitical spirit!

          I did an internet search and didn’t find much until I stumbled upon this wonderful explanation of Parasitical Spirits, called, What Are Spiritual Vampires And Parasites. This explains: what they are, how they function, and what they do. Please check it out for your own sake to be able to protect yourself from these awful, evil, energy suckers that are out there.

https://www.mysticaltransformations.com/blog/spiritual-vampires-and-parasites

          They try to scare you as well and make you fear sleeping, and basically you’re every move in order to cause you to omit energy and take it from you. They are known to drive people into depression and suicide. BE CAREFUL! I know from more than one experience how dangerous these little guys are.

          For example, a few weeks ago, after a long weekend of investigating with myself and my friend, Misty, Amy (another friend of mine) had one of these spirits try to attach itself to her during our paranormal investigation at Benton Jail in IN. It was serious. It made her question her sanity, which they do! And she had awful nightmares often 3 in a night and she was scared all the time. She was also tired and didn’t want to eat. She often was distracted and would stare off into space. I was really worried. I took her outside during the start of another investigation last weekend; we were just beginning and started to do a banishment of the negative spirit.

          As I started, the spirit got terribly angry and Amy cried out in pain because her mid-back was burning and this happened too all night long when we were in the Jail but we didn’t notice at the time.

          The burning continued 3 times and if I didn’t have my tourmaline rock on her back on the spot that was burning, she would be in severe pain. So I had to keep the rock there to stop it a lot. It took me more than 10 minutes to rid her of the spirit. And I often do what I call, Negative Spirit Banishments. This thing fought leaving!

          Be careful out there. Help yourself and protect yourselves from Parasitical Spirits and negative energy spirit suckers like these and White Light yourself before you go into buildings that are unknown or haunted.

          I really hope this helps others. I contacted the author of the blog who wrote, Spiritual Vampires and Parasites to thank her for her blog post and tell her how much she helped me and my friend, Amy. I hope her post as well as mine helps you.

-BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!

 

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

A Trip Back In Time:

        As I drove along the long- winding drive around Punderson Lake, I took in the woodsy nature along the way as the tree’s cleared and I drove up a hill. I could not believe my eyes, as I took in the beautiful sight of Punderson Manor that the Cleveland family built, and lived in. The building is full of history and the land can only be described as simply gorgeous.

          I checked in and asked the staff if I could have a tour and I was soon introduced to the Manager, Christine who was very kind and knowledgeable. As Misty, my friend and I, stood listening to Christine talk about Mr. Punderson and the haunting experiences the guests and herself have had at the Manor, I noticed something odd. Christmas had just passed a few days ago and there was a Christmas tree behind the Manager as she spoke to us. I saw one, and only one, small nutcracker ornament on the huge Christmas tree in the foyer, near the staircase start to move back and forth.

        

        I watched the ornament for several minutes as Christine talked to us.  I finally spoke up and told them about the moving nutcracker and said it had been moving since Christine started talking near the Christmas tree. Christine was amazed and told us that has never happened before. When the tour was over and Christine walked away from us, I saw the ornament on the tree abruptly stop. As if someone had grabbed it in their hand.

           Hmmm…

          As Misty and I waited on our fellow paranormal investigator and friend, Brent to come join us, we walked upstairs and into the Library, were Christine told us that they received a lot of activity reports from. We walked in and sat down and I immediately began feeling a man in the room, an older presence. I got my rods out and began talking to the man who told me he was, Mr. Cleveland who had built the home. He was very nice and friendly. We had a great conversation with him about his home and his family. Soon his wife joined us to see who we were. Misty and I introduced ourselves and she was also very kind and polite. They told us that the Cleveland family (as well as their children) and Mr. and Mrs. Punderson, (the original landowners) resided inside the house as spirits in their afterlife and were very happy.

          They said they enjoyed looking at the glassy lake and loved roaming the home as spirits. I could certainly tell.  Mr. and Mrs. Punderson soon came too and told us that they had built and owned a Distillery and Inn next door.  They had raised their children there but stayed on the property now, because they loved it. We had a great time talking with them all but we were getting hungry, so we went down for dinner.

          Later when Brent arrived, we got out our equipment and walked downstairs to a banquet hall. It was a large pretty room overlooking the lake and soon we heard an odd popping sound.

          Brent got out his SLS Camera were he found a stick figure that popped up in various parts of the room as we asked, “Who is here?” At times, you could feel cold air surrounding you.  Minutes later, the figure stopped and sat down and was still. Brent showed us a stick figure at one of the tables tapping his hand on the top impatiently. I asked the man if it was Mr. Punderson?  He then replied back, “Yes, but I want you to go.” Since it was his home, we were respectful and left.

        Upstairs on the first floor, we walked into the restaurant and bar, now closed, and quickly found, Cybil, Mr. Punderson’s wife. Cybil sat at a small round table near the bar. However, she told us she wasn’t interested in talking so we walked into the Dining room to investigate.

          We sat down at a rather LARGE dining table which took up the whole room, under a grand chandelier. The dining room was the original dining room to the Cleveland family.  Brent saw two figure’s pop up right away on the SLS and the woman said she was Mrs. Cleveland. The figure visibly looked smaller than the other figure beside, Mrs. Cleveland. This new figure seemed to be dancing. Brent said “hi” and asked them if they were dancing and I heard Mr. Cleveland reply back, “yes.”  We asked them a few questions and they were excited to chat with us. We asked them if they liked living there and they said yes and they said their children were there but were upstairs.

        Suddenly the maid came into the room for a visit with us, in spirit of course. We spoke to her and asked if she liked working for the family and she told us, “Yes, I love working for them. They are good, kind people.  

          Punderson Manor had certainly proved, so far, that it was it extremely active!

           Next we walked upstairs to the 2^nd level, were we saw a letter from Mr. Punderson to a Doctor, who seemed to be a friend of his. Brent began reading the long letter aloud, and as he did, Misty’s EMF-Reader Lit up all the way and stayed that way until the letter was done.

          We began walking down the hall were we had a lot interaction with us via the Ovulus, regarding what we were talking about during the time. Brent’s stomach made a sound, and the Ovules said, “Laughing.” Then our EMF went off like wild fire, at the end of the hall in front of the last door on the right in the hall. I had an odd feeling in front of the door and did not like the energy at all. It’s hard to explain but it felt like it was a dark energy. So we walked back down the hall and into the library were Misty and I had previously spoken to the spirit of Mr. Cleveland.

          We sat down and started to ask Mr. and Mrs. Cleveland questions, to which we had interaction with us via our EMF and Ovulus equipment and also myself, because I am a medium. Minutes later Mrs. Punderson, Cybil; popped in and began interacting with us. We had a great conversion with them for a long time.

          I could see and feel Mr. Cleveland and his wife on the left side of the room, and saw them standing next to each other, with big smiles on their faces. I then saw Cybil, standing on the right side of the room in front of a small window, she was also smiling and kind, but had a very serious personality.

          Suddenly, we heard the TV from a room across the hall get really loud. We all looked at one another and as soon as we did, Brent’s Motion sensor’s he had placed in the doors entryway went off as if someone had walked through the door and they were walking straight toward us. As we waited to see if someone had come in and was walking down the little hallway towards us, no one came. We all exchanged looks and just as I started to ask, “Is there someone there?” We heard a man’s voice say, “Hello!” really loudly. Then the motion sensor went off again and then again Brent’s EMF followed, just as it had done before.

          This activity was very strange so I looked over at Mr. Cleveland and his wife. They both gasped and took a step back as they told me it was an unpleasant and dark spirit from down the hall. This was the dark energy I had obviously felt before at the end of the hallway.

          I turned and told Misty and Brent what the couple had said to me about the dark spirit. Misty then asked the couple, “If the spirit who entered the room is dark, can you light up our Equipment?” As soon as Misty asked, my motion sensor ball lit up and began moving around in a circle, then swiftly stopped. After it stopped I felt all the good spirits leave.

          After an amazing night at Punderson Manor, we packed up our stuff and walked down the many winding halls to the new portion of the Inn to get ready for bed. But the night was NOT OVER…

          In the middle of the night, I woke up to an odd feeling. I went to the bathroom, and after, got back into bed. As I lay back down, I felt like someone was watching me and standing over my bedside to my left. As a Medium, I’ve learned that you have to ignore a lot of things, so I pretended I didn’t notice and put my head down on my pillow. 

          A minute later I felt some of my hair lift from my pillow and head, and float in the air. I innately yelled out, “Hey! I said no messing with me when I am trying to sleep!” As soon as I said that, my hair dropped, and I heard a faint male-chuckle. I knew it was Mr. Cleveland.  I just laughed to myself and smiled.

        So would I recommend Punderson Manor? Yes, I sure would! The restaurant and bar were awesome too and we never did get to see the pool but it looked modern with an AMAZING view you cannot beat!

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

Can You Say BIGFOOT?

          Early one morning in the countryside of Indiana, a friend of mine named, Sandra woke up to the sun shining and her friend’s dog, which clearly needed to relieve himself. She got up and walked the pet to the back door, opened the door and watched it run outside to relieve himself.

          Suddenly, Sandra saw a big white streak fly four feet off the ground, right by her friend’s dog. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She blinked and looked around, hearing no sound at all. “What was that?”

          Shortly after, Sandra got into her car and drove a quarter mile down the road and stopped after seeing a group of several Amish men building a barn nearby.

          She pulled her car to the side of the road near them and rolled down her window and asked the group of young men, “Did you see a white streak of light or animal around?” The men looked oddly at each other and smiled. Then one of them replied, “No, but we heard it knocking down trees and breaking up wood.” 

          Sandra was certainly shocked, “Knocking down trees! That’s odd,” she thought. She hadn’t heard a thing when she saw the strange white streak.

          Then another odd thing happened. The oldest male, seeming to be in his 40’s, started to walk toward Sandra’s car smiling strangely at her, whilst smoking a cigarette; soon he stopped near her car.

          “Do you want to find out what it was? Maybe we should go look?” Sandra asked.         

          “No, we are good,” he replied. “We just heard it knocking down wood. We didn’t see it. We have to get back to work now.” Then the odd man backed away from Sandra’s car, keeping his odd- smile up as he walked away.

          After her strange experience; Sandra drove back to her friend’s house to continue her job. However, she couldn’t shake the odd feeling that the men were hiding something.

         

          Weeks later, Sandra found out that the Amish man in his 40’s, who spoke to her after she saw the white streak that odd day, died a few days after the incident.

          Sandra also informed me that several times during her stay on the large- property she house-sat; she had smelled a bad odor or stench that would come and go each time she let the out the dog.

 

          I reviewed Sandra’s odd experience after speaking with her: The strange white-streak near the dog, the odd yet; awful, stench that came and went during her stay when she let out the dog.

         

          It all seemed to me after all these years of interviewing many people with similar experiences that it could only be one thing: A BIGFOOT!

 

          Think about it! Her friend was out of town, the Bigfoot didn’t know who she was, and it was curious about her, but unfortunately it got too close which is when Sandra saw the white streak. It was probably a white Bigfoot running so fast it appeared to her as if it were a white streak.

 Then there is the awful stench smell. This makes complete sense to me, because I often hear people say, “There was a horrible smell or animal-like odor,” before or after they saw a Bigfoot.

         

          I hope that my friend, Sandra’s experience has possibly helped someone identify what they might have also seen and also could not define. Perhaps you too have seen or experienced a Bigfoot.

           

 ©Rosella C. Rowe