Best Ghost Pictures Ever

Some fascinating pictures that will convince you of the reality of ghosts

By Stephen Wagner, About.com Guide

 

They say seeing is believing. And while in this day of digital image manipulation that might not be as true as it once was, these photographs are considered by many to be the real deal - photographic evidence of ghosts. Faking ghost photos through double exposure and in-the-lab trickery has been around as long as photography itself; and today, computer graphics programs can easily and convincingly create ghost images. But these photos are generally thought to be untouched, genuine portraits of the unexplained.

 

Check the photos here: http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghostphotos/ig/Best-Ghost-Photos/

Book Review "UNSPENT TIME OMNIBUS" by Author Graham Parke

"Unspent Time - Omnibus" [Kindle Edition] **** 4 stars
Reviewed by Award Winning Author Tamera Lawrence



Unspent Time Omnibus" is a wonderful collection of stories taken out of the creative mind of Graham Parke. With his highly adept imagination, Graham has written a series of ordinary stories with delightful characters and visible clarity. Graham follows up on his tales with insight into how he came up with the story line and his characters. His ideas come from images rolling around in his fertile mind, planting seeds, which grow to be harvested. Graham’s story of 'Carbon Copies' was one of my favorites with Maud1 and Maud2, two identical wives with a husband that needs to choose between them.
Graham Parke has a gift for creating quirky characters and bringing them to life. He managed to make decoding license plates sound interesting. I never would have guessed what Goki Feng Ho meant and would have never taken the time to find out in this lifetime. This author has a unique way of looking at life’s flaws and finding humorous ways to weave answers to the simplest questions. For instance in 'The Hunted' the question is asked, “Who is eating the liverwurst?” This ghostly tale is funny and makes perfect sense to my mind’s eye. What is even more hilarious is who or what is doing the haunting.
I enjoyed reading "Unspent Time Omnibus". It was different, unique and a lot of fun. Graham Parke is a wonderful author who dares to take the plunge into the 'what if'.

GIFT FROM BEYOND

              A mother of all boys, I stopped dreaming about having a daughter after my fourth son. I didn’t intend to have any more children. But fate had other plans.

              So when my daughter Shannon came along, my husband and I were ecstatic. The only problem was for the first couple of weeks, I kept calling my new daughter, “Nicole.”

             The name just slipped out. It was the strangest thing. Even when I thought of Shannon, I would call her Nicole.

            “I think we were supposed to name Shannon, Nicole,” I finally told my husband. “I keep calling her that name. I can’t seem to stop myself.”

             “She’s got the right name,” he replied. “We didn’t even have that name picked out.”

               But still I repeated the name over and over to my daughter. I was sure we had given Shannon the wrong name.

               When Shannon was two weeks old, my mother dropped in for a visit. She sat and rocked my baby.

               “I just wish my mother knew you finally had a girl,” my mother said to me. “Oh she would have been so happy for you.”

                My grandmother had died a couple of years earlier. We all missed her. I would have loved to have told her about my daughter. My grand mom had known how much I wanted a daughter.

               “Oh, by the way,” my mother said. “I left a baby gift on the kitchen counter.”

                 I went into the kitchen and got the present. It had pictures of yellow ducks on the wrapping paper. I sat by my mother to open it.

              “Who is it from?” I asked.

              " I’m not sure,” my mother said. “I was cleaning out my closet, and I found it. I think it might have been from your grandmother and meant as a gift for one of your brother’s girls. But they’re all older now. So I thought you might as well have it. Open it.”

                There wasn’t a card on the gift. But when I opened the box, a card was laying on top of the tissue paper. I opened the envelope and pulled out the card.

                To Baby Nicole,
                Love
                Grand mom, Cooper

                  A chill ran right down my spine. Nicole. I stared at the word. My brother’s daughters were named Kelly and Taylor. No one was named Nicole.

                “Who is Nicole?” I finally asked my mother.

                 “I don’t know,” my mother said. “You’re grandmother was always getting everyone’s names confused. She must have gotten the name wrong.”

                  I opened the tissue paper. Inside was a pretty little sundress.

                  A smile lifted my spirit. I now knew why the name Nicole had laid so heavy in my thoughts. My grandmother was letting me know that she knew I had a daughter. Somehow she had connected to me.

                  After that day, the name Nicole disappeared from my thoughts and my lips just as mysteriously as it had appeared.

                   But I have kept the card as a memento of the moment.

                   My grandmother had managed to give me a gift from beyond. A gift of love.

Author Tamera Lawrence

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ARE GHOST’S REAL?

A nurse who gives invisible shots, a girl who likes to dart into corners and a man who still sits in the common room are just three of the spirits haunting the Pennhurst Asylum in Spring City, Pennsylvania. How do I know that? I have spent the past 2011 Halloween season working in the Mayflower building, 2nd floor and have witnessed the paranormal activity first hand.

Twenty-five years ago, Pennhurst State School and Mental Hospital was closed down due to patient abuse. Today Pennhurst has been turned into a controversial Halloween attraction. I took a job as an orderly working in the Mayflower building, one of the most spiritually active of all the buildings.
People are fascinated with Pennhurst and want to know more of its past and its present. Intrigued, I decided to do my own research. As a child, I had visited a couple of times with my mother and I also had an uncle that once worked there.

People want to know if Mayflower is really haunted. Because of this question, I began a diary of my experiences working in the Mayflower building.

Here is the first chapter…

             “Mommy,” a child cried out.

              Frozen, I blinked beneath the glaring light. A child? Why would a child be in the Mayflower building at the Pennhurst Haunt? The sound had come from the third floor. Slowly, I walked to the foot of the third floor staircase and shined my flashlight up the stairwell. Nothing. Just creepy blackness and the feeling something was watching me. My light fell on the ceiling above. Water dripped in the corner, where the exposed ceiling dipped. Paint chips hung precariously from the ceiling. My beam trailed over the window at the top. I wondered how many people had looked out that same window? Walked that same staircase?

             I moved back into position at the top of the second floor stairs. I stood quietly. I know what I heard. Could it have been another worker in the building? A customer coming up from the first floor with a small child in tow? I waited. Minutes ticked away. When the next group of people arrived, there aren’t any kids with them. And there weren’t any children for the remainder of that night. My thoughts flew over possibilities. But ghost echoed in my mind.

              It was the first night of the Pennhurst Asylum, located in Spring City, Pennsylvania. The old Pennhurst State School had closed its door in 1986 due to allegations of abuse. It had been turned into a Halloween attraction. The building had been left to rot away. Ceilings leaked, plumbing was missing and ceilings and walls were graffiti and chipped. This was its second year. It was raining outside in an endless torrent. It began raining inside parts of the building. Dripping became my companion as I waited for ghost hunters to come up to the second floor. Because of the rotten weather, customers were few and far between.

              I was an orderly in the 2011 Mayflower Building, new this year. My uniform is all white. White pants, white collared shirt, white shoes. I also wear a black bowtie and belt. I decided to wear my hair in a head band to give me a more orderly affect.

             Customers are given flashlight and were able to explore the first and second floors of the building, looking for real ghosts. The Mayflower was said to be really haunted. We were warned before we even started working that we would be messed with by something living in the Mayflower. Do I believe in ghosts? To a degree I do. Perhaps Pennhurst would make me a believer.

              My job was to guard the third floor stairwell from patrons who want to explore the rooms above me. The third floor was closed off for the season. Earlier in the night, I toured the third floor with three other employees. Darkness pressed against me. It was so creepy. I felt like at any moment something would reach out and touch me. Trailing the group, the beams from our flashlights created large shadows. Doorways were ominous, leading into forbidden rooms. I would shine my light behind me, trying to ward off the darkness. When the group rounded the staircase to start their descent, I saw a glimpse of a dark shadow cross in front of me. If I would have blinked, I would have missed it. Stunned, I hurried down the staircase, not sure what I had seen. But others had seen it too. In fact, a lot of people I meet over the next few weeks will talk of the dark shadows and of children, nurses. But I pass it off to maybe it was a shadow created by their flashlights as they passed through the doorway. I’m not ready to believe in any other possibility. I’m here to work. To learn.

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