Can't we just go back to our pseudo - quasi - happy existence?

Saturday, April 29, 2006

She loves to be one of the girls



Impulse buying. Love it? Or hate it?

As I was walking through the store on my lunch break yesterday, I noticed these pink Ecco sandals. My husband wears Ecco shoes every day of his life and will wear nothing else. Ecco boots in the winter, Ecco sandals in the summer.

The ones he has look exactly like this, except in brown. I didn't want to look exactly like him (anymore than I already do) and the pink ones looked oh so cute and girly - so I bought them.

But the more I look at these sandals, the more I realise they are pretty Butch as far as girl sandals go. Was pink the right choice? These ain't cheap shoes, so I need to be happy with my decision. Brown goes with so much more. But pink is so.....pink. I want to be pink. I think I will be pink.

Friday, April 28, 2006

You should never argue with a crazy mind

It’s been almost a week since I last posted in here. What a loser. I think of things everyday that I would like to write about, but when it comes to actually sitting down and doing it – I would rather watch TV. Or search for new reviews of Anthony’s Key. (which is what I did for the past 20 minutes before I started writing this)

So I am alone. Matthew is with the guys somewhere in BFE Tennessee doing whatever it is that guys do when they are without the women folk for a few days. He will be back on Sunday, and I can’t wait! I don’t function well on my own. What if there is a bug? Or the dog needs her butt wiped? See these are things I can’t deal with by myself. Good thing we don’t have a kid, eh?

Speaking of kids….Ok – I have been taking Metformin for about 3 years now (look it up if you don’t know what it is. I shouldn’t have to explain everything. That’s what Google is for) and you know how it always says in the information they give you “Don’t stop taking this medication without first speaking with your doctor”? Or something like that. Well about 3 weeks ago, I ran out of pills and called Walgreens for a refill. They said they needed to call the doctor first. Then the doctor would not authorize the refill until I had a blood test. Of course I am too busy (lazy?) to drive out there to get the blood test, so I put it off for a couple weeks. I had the blood drawn last Friday and yesterday a nurse calls me to give me the results.

Remember on Sex and the City when Miranda was pregnant and everybody was getting all excited over the fact that she was having a boy and she could really care less? So she had to fake her excitement back to them? Well imagine that for this part of the story, except instead of me faking the excitement back, I am just annoyed.

So the nurse calls and practically screams in my ear “Good news!! You’re ovulating!! Isn’t that great?” Ummmm…yeah lady, I have been doing that pretty regularly since you started me on the Metformin. She doesn’t miss a beat though. “The doctor says everything is GREAT and she will see you at your next appointment. But really you will probably be seeing an OB by then.” Insert many smileys and exclamation points here. She keeps going “Did you hear that??? An OB!!!!!” Yeah. Ok. Did you refill my meds? She tells me she will do that right now.

A few minutes later she calls back and says I should go buy a pregnancy test because the doc thinks that, based on my blood work, I “MIGHT BE PREGNANT!!!” She is so happy about this; she practically jumps through the phone. I asked her why they ran a pregnancy test. She said they didn’t, but my progesterone levels were really high. I asked her if that could mean I am about to start my period. She said yes, “but wouldn’t being pregnant be so much better????” (remember the excited voice) I said (in the dullest and flattest voice I could find) “No, not really. See I am leaving in 1 week on a diving trip to Honduras and I am really hoping that Aunt Flo shows up and does her business before then. And being pregnant would totally ruin the trip. So no.” For a brief second she acted like someone punched her in the gut. But she found her second wind and kept right on going. “Well maybe you should go buy a test. Just in case!” God…don’t these people ever stop? I asked her to just please refill the Rx. She went on to say that I should not take it if I am pregnant. Damn it lady – I’m not! I know my body. Auntie is knocking on the door and wants to come in.

Well guess what. The dive trip won’t be ruined by either fetal rug rats or Aunt Flo. But I still haven’t got my drugs. Not that I really care about taking pills. I hate it actually. But I worry what stopping suddenly after 3 years could be doing to my body.

Working in the hair salon is still ok I guess. I am learning which people I like and which people I don’t. It’s also good because we are not constantly harassed by management and are pretty much left on our own.
By the way…..some people are just crazy. Just like out of their mind LOONEY. I don’t want to get into it any more than that. But damn. Where do I find these people?

Sunday, April 23, 2006

I wish it were Sunday, cuz that's my fun day.

Not so much fun here. I am answering phones at the real estate office. Well...I would answer them if they would ring. I don't know why I bother with this really. I guess I am going to keep at it until we sell our condo and my client from last year decides what he is going to do. Make some money anyway.

I spent my first 2 days in the hair salon. I wasn't sure if I was going to like it. Some of those ladies have been there for 15+ years and well...you know how people like that are. But overall it was no so bad. Setting appointments was confusing at first because of their computer system and all of the times allotted for each process. But after my 2nd day I discovered it's not really that hard. It's just a matter of learning the stylists and how they work. I guess I can last there for awhile.

2 weeks from today I will be in Roatan!!!!! Can't wait. My tooth problem seems to be resolved. I have to go in for my permanent filling on May 2. Hopefully that will not make my mouth too sore. It took a WEEK for the pain to go away after the root canal. They said the pain would last 3-4 days. Try 7. Ouch. But all seems well now.

Matthew is going on his "guys only" golf and fishing trip Thursday. He doesn't fish, so I guess it will be mostly golf for him. I am happy for him to go, but I will be lonely. Especially since this Saturday is my Saturday off. Don't know what I will do all day.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Beauty school dropout

Ok..who knows about youtube.com? (I gave up trying to put a friggin' link in there. I don't know what's up with this Blogger and links. or maybe it's me) Anyway....I am totally addicted. And yes of course, I am in the process of adding my own videos on there for your viewing pleasure.

I have been officially transferred to the hair salon in the "major department store" that I work for. Not sure how long I will stay there though, because I am still planning to get on with the security company in May. But for now, it should be ok.

I really didn't think I was going to get it because when I interviewed with the Salon district manager the other day, I didn't really get the warm and fuzzies from her. Plus she was asking me those ridiculous interview questions (what are your strengths, what are your weaknesses) that I haven't had to answer in YEARS. I haven't been on a job interview in ages. But I guess I did OK because I am being transferred effective immediately.

My tooth has been feeling pretty good. But about an hour ago I got 2 shooting pains right up through the tooth. They were brief (thank god) and they have not happened again. I took a couple ibuprofen and hopefully that will prevent that from happening again.

I am on phones right now, I get off at 5. I am taking my mother to dinner, but I have no idea where we will go. The things I would love to eat right now, she won't eat. Ugh.

Friday, April 14, 2006

But mama, that's where the fun is

Flying on nitrous is worth the price of admission.

If anyone reading this has never had N2O during a dental procedure, I highly recommend it. Most people request it if a shot of Novocain is needed because they are afraid of needles. To be honest, Novocain shots have never bothered me. Not sure why. What bothers me most about dental visits is the scraping and spraying of cold water. So during one particularly anxious visit about 5 years ago, the dentist asked if I would like gas to help me relax. Well hell yeah. It was never offered to me before, and I always felt like a strung out junkie asking for it, so I never did. Now….I always ask. No matter what is being done.

Within about 30 seconds of breathing the mix I started to get that tingly feeling in my legs and arms. After 5 minutes, I was gone. I could hear the doc and assistant talking, but I had no idea what they were saying. Nor did I care. I could feel him working in my mouth, but my body felt like it was a million miles away. I started to get a bit sleepy and couldn’t keep my eyes open. As soon as I shut them, I started spinning and flying around the room. It’s amazing how your mind works during this. I thought of so many profound things – and I planned to write about them in here. But of course now I can’t remember a damn thing. It feels like being in a centrifuge….spinning spinning spinning. Every once in awhile I would open my eyes to look up at the doc (he couldn’t see my eyes though because he made me wear these groovy sunglasses) and the spinning stopped when I opened my eyes. So I kept them shut. It was hard to keep them open anyway….I was sooooooooooooo sleepy.

I’m not sure how long the procedure took, but I knew the very second he switched from N2O-O2 to pure O2. It’s over? I want more! No not really, my jaw was pretty sore. It did turn out to be tooth #15 that was bad. #15 is in the very back of my extremely tiny mouth. So there was quite a bit of jaw stretching. Ouch.

Turns out, when I had the original root canal back 1998 or so (sans gas) they missed a canal. That canal then became infected. It was apparently very hard to find, he told me he almost gave up looking for it. He eventually found it and filled it. I have to go back to my regular dentist in 2 weeks to get a permanent filling. They just went through my existing crown, so I don’t have to worry about getting a new one or the expense of a new one.

My mother insisted on going with me this morning. She should have driven because I was still very light-headed when I left the office. I really don’t remember how I got home. She also insisted on paying for it. (I didn’t let her) I can manage $80 a month for a year interest free and get it paid off. At least it’s over with and I can dive without worry. (about teeth anyway)

I have been lazing around doing nothing all day. I really don’t have any pain. I took 3 ibuprofen when I got home 7 hours ago. I have not taken any more, and I won’t unless it starts hurting. I have not been too happy about putting all these drugs into my system lately.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair

Ok. I have been reading all sorts of Scuba message boards about tooth problems. Scaring myself half to death. I am probably over-reacting about the whole thing. But 80ft down is not the place you want to have something go wrong.

So this morning I called the endodontist office to see if there was a chance of cancellations to have this taken care of before my trip. The reason I changed my mind about the oral surgeon is because a surgical extraction can take 2-6 weeks to heal. I am leaving in 3 weeks. That’s too risky. So she said “What are you doing tomorrow?”

Well…I have phones from 8:30-11 and then I am supposed to work at 5pm. I found replacements for both jobs. So I called her back and said tomorrow at 11:45 would be fine.

Hopefully this can be taken care of in one visit. That will give me 3 weeks to make sure it is ok. I will do a pool dive when Matthew gets home (he wanted to do one anyway) to make sure the reg does not give me any problems.

I am a little scared about this procedure. If he discovers a crack, I will have to have the extraction anyway. There is also the possibility that he could crack it because the tooth is already weak from the first root canal. It’s a crapshoot. But I have to take the chance.

At least I get to fly on gas while I am there. J Just say N.O. !!!!

Time to watch Survivor on TiVo and have it be over just in time to catch The Office live on the bedroom TV while TiVo is recording CSI. Ahhhh…the wonders of technology.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I'm already cut up and half dead

Sometimes I wonder why crap happens to me. I know I am the only person in the world with problems.

In 1994 I had the misfortune of having a root canal on “Tooth 14”, which on me is the 2nd tooth from the very back. In 1998, I had to have another root canal on the tooth next to it. “#15”. Neither has ever given me any problems. About 2 years ago, my dentist replaced the crown on #14 (I think). But again…no problems with anything.

This past Friday I started having pain in that upper left area of my mouth. It was a weird sort of pain. Not like a cavity really. It comes and goes. Like a pressure. I hoped it would go away if I ignored it. I spent the weekend doped up on Ibuprofen. On Monday I called Edgewood Dental Care because they have “sedation dentistry” and I have wanted to visit them since we moved here. I did not like the dentist we chose from our insurance network. I didn’t care if I had to pay, it would be worth it to feel no pain.

After taking X-rays and looking inside my mouth with this cool wee camera that projected the images onto the TV on the wall in the exam room, the dentist determined that there was no decay or abscess. So what was causing the pain? He said it Could Be a crack in the tooth under the crown. But which tooth? He said from the X-ray, he would surmise #15 because he could only see 2 roots rather than 3 and the bone did not look as strong (or something) around that tooth. He said if it was a crack, there is probably not much that can be done to save it and I should probably just have it extracted. Since it was the very back tooth, I would not need a bridge and I probably would not miss it. But he told me to see an endodontist if I wanted to explore the option of saving the tooth.

He gave me a prescription for Amoxicillin and Vicodin. Yay. I took a Vicodin last night and I don’t get what these celebrities get out of it. Do I need to take 2? It made my head spin a bit, but really didn’t do all that much to relieve my pain. 3 Ibuprofen seem to do a better job.

With my dive trip coming up, the prospect of a re-treat root canal did not sound very appealing. So I made an appointment for noon today with the oral surgeon to see about extracting it. After my ibuprofen wore off, I started feeling around up there with my tongue. (now that I had a better idea of what was going on) The pain seemed to be on #14. I could push on 15 til the cows come home and not feel a thing.

So this morning I cancelled the appointment with the oral surgeon and made one with the endodontist at 3pm.

Matthew’s flight to Oklahoma City was at 2pm. We ate lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings (have I mentioned the Parmesan Garlic sauce there? Try it. Right now.) before heading to the airport. I am really going to miss him this week with all my tooth drama going on.

So anyway, this endodontist…came down from the mountain this morning. Yes I have a certain prejudice against southern people. Those accents! And why do they move so slowly? I automatically deduct about 50 IQ points whenever I hear that “ya’ll come back now” accent. Especially from a man. Yeah I know…I’m a bitch. Well this endodontist is one such southern person. He talked so softly and so slowly, I could barely understand him. But who knows, he could be a genius.

He took another X-ray and probed around for a while. He had me bite down on a cotton swab (not bad), and a plastic stick (holy god that hurt). I told him my thoughts about tooth 14 vs 15. He said I screamed out in more pain when biting down on 15. I DON’T GET THIS!!! This very minute my painkillers aren’t working and 14 is killing me! What is going on here???? Do I need yet a third opinion?

On top of that, he can’t get me in to do a re-treatment (on the wrong tooth) until the first week in May!!! We leave for Roatan on May 6! I don’t want to risk pain, swelling etc right before my trip. So I made an appointment for the 15th. Both dentists told me that taking these antibiotics regularly should make the pain go away completely in a few days. In fact, both of them said that some people take the antibiotics and think that it cures the problem.

I had to spend about $50 to see the dentist yesterday, the consult with the endodontist today cost $150, but my crappy insurance should reimburse me for half of that. If I decide to go ahead with the root canal re-treatment it will cost $950. And my insurance will not cover a dime of it. There is a 12-month waiting period for such things and we just signed up for this plan in February.

On the other hand, if I go the extraction route, it will be covered by my crappy insurance if I chose an in-network oral surgeon. But I am not doing either thing until we decide on which tooth it is!!! This is crazy!! I am not having 2 teeth extracted nor am I having a re-treatment on 2 teeth. No way.

I just don’t know what to do. What I want to know is…both teeth have been sealed over by crowns for years. So if there is an infected root (which did not appear on the Xray, or he just can’t see it. But if you can’t see it…how do you even know it’s there????) how did it happen? I am leaning more toward a crack (yes…I went to dental school) because they both admitted you would not be able to see a crack on the X-ray. And if he starts the re-treatment and discovers it is cracked then it will have to be extracted anyway and I wasted $950.

What do I DO?????????????????????????????????????????????????

I think I am going to do the consult with the oral surgeon and see what he says. I don’t know what else to do.
Tomorrow I have to sit through 7 hours of Real Estate Continuing Ed. How am I going to get through that??? I need to get it over with, but the thought of sitting there in pain…..

Friday, April 07, 2006

That's why I hang my hat in Kentucky

Are people in Texas insane? Maybe instead of the "Lone Star State", it should be called the "Lone Brain Cell State."

Dena Schlosser was just found not guilty by reason of insanity (ya think?) for cutting off her baby's arms to "give them to God." The prosecutor argued that since she told her husband she "killed" the baby, that she knew what she was doing was wrong.

Andrea Yates drowned her 5 children in the bathtub. The jury rejected her insanity plea, but she is going to trial again in June and is going to use the insanity ticket again.

2 years ago, Deanna Laney was acquitted by reason of insanity for killing her 2 sons by bashing in their skulls with rocks.

All these women live in Texas. Wasn't that crazy Cheerleader-mom murderer from Texas as well?

What is up down there?

Texas has executed 7 people so far this year and 19 in 2005. They obviously don't have a problem with the death penalty. Or do they? There are currently 404 Offenders on death row. That's way too many.

Why are these women getting off? Insanity my ass. I mean, yes, they are insane. But that's no excuse. You took someone's life. In these cases - you took your own child's life! You don't deserve to breathe the same air that I do.

Remember Thelma and Louise? Louise had such a problem with Texas. If you shoot off a guy's head with his pants down, believe me, Texas is not the place you wanna get caught"

Why not Louise? Just plead insanity and you can walk away. Seems like a great state to get away with murder.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Waverly Hills

We left around 7pm, headed for Louisville and hoping we left enough time for us to get lost. (which is usually inevitable) We arrived within 3 miles of Waverly at 8:45pm and stopped at KFC for a drink and a pit stop. I was worried that there would be no place to go once we got there. Matthew said “I bet when we get there it will be set up like a gift shop with stuff to buy and food and bathrooms.” I think he was half-kidding because he knew I was afraid it was going to be too Disney-ish.

We turned off of Dixie Highway onto East Pages Lane and blew right past our turn onto Paralee Lane. I didn’t know we actually had to turn into the golf course. The directions I had were not very good and the golf course entrance was not well lit. After a couple passes, we finally figured it out and made our way up the hill to Waverly. The golf course is right below Waverly, along with some very nice houses. I can see why a previous owner wanted to develop the property. Some of the houses back right up to the base of the hill! I expected it to be much more secluded than it is. It seems to sit right in the middle of a country club.

Unfortunately, we were not immediately in awe of the building in front of us. Our first words were, “Damn! Look how crowded the parking lot is!” But after I got over that, I got out of the car and took a moment to appreciate Waverly for what it is.



We followed the crowd to the newly renovated “Laundry Room” which serves as the meeting place for all the tours. Guess what?!? T-shirts for sale! Snacks! Bathrooms! A HUGE television on the wall showing the basketball game! About 40 people milling around! Welcome to Disneyland! I could not believe it. I don’t know what I expected really. And looking back now, it wasn’t that bad. I was just mildly disappointed initially. While we were waiting, we met the owner, Tina and her cute little Yorkie, Princess. Oh, the Wee will be so disappointed that she missed this! Tina was telling us that she often sleeps in the Laundry Room on an air mattress (that was still up in the corner) and has had several paranormal experiences in there. A strange place for things like that to occur, but she told us Princess was very sensitive to the activity as well.

There were a couple groups of teenage girls walking around, but even more disturbing – 2 kids around 10 years old with their parents! Who brings kids to something like this? When everyone from the 9:30 tour was seated at the tables, we watched a short film on the history of Waverly along with some scenes from the “Death Tunnel” movie and “Fox’s Scariest Places on Earth”. We found out later that parts of the Fox show were rigged. Disappointing. I used to love that show; although the screaming girls got on my nerves. I was afraid that was a bad omen for the rest of the night with the teenage girls in the crowd with us. After the video, they split us up into 2 groups. Each with about 22 people. Thank God the 10-year-old kids were in the other group. We were however stuck with the 3 teenagers. I wasn’t thrilled about the size of the group, and I couldn’t decide whether it was best to stay in the front or the back. In the beginning we stayed in the front.

Our tour guide decided to start our tour at the Tunnel and hopefully avoid the other group(s) who started in other parts of the building. The tunnel was….a tunnel. It looked exactly the same as it did on TV and in the movie. It wasn’t really scary and I didn’t get any weird feelings in there. Several people walked all the way to the bottom. We walked about halfway and then came back. There really was nothing to see there.

While we were outside waiting for everyone to come out of the tunnel, the Annoying Teenage Girls (ATGs) were talking to our guide and telling him that they did not believe in ghosts. One of them started talking about the bible and how she has her own beliefs about what happens when you die, and there is no such thing as ghosts. She does believe in demons though. Oh yeah…I can see this is going to be interesting. Why are they even here?

Our first hour or so in the building was pretty uneventful. We toured the 2nd floor patient rooms that opened out into a solarium. A few people reported that they smelled bread baking. I didn’t. But earlier, when we first entered the building, I smelled something like hamburgers cooking. Or just general “cafeteria type” smells. I thought it was from the “snack bar”, but later I found out they only have drinks and chips down there. Nothing cooking.

Now it was time to move up to the 3rd floor, where there have been reports of paranormal activity in the past. You will notice what look like “orbs” in the following picture. I have never been a big believer in “Orb” pictures. I think people need to wipe off their camera lens and stop stirring up dust. But after looking at my pictures, I have changed my mind a bit. In this picture the orbs could very well be light refractions off of dust particles. I just randomly snapped a picture when we first got on the floor. I have done a bit of research on Orbs, and the general consensus seems to be that the ones that are very transparent and pale are in fact, dust. That is most likely what these are. But one never knows.

We spent quite a bit of time on the 3rd floor, listening to our guide’s stories of paranormal activity on previous tours. You know…it always happens to a friend of a friend of a friend. Never to you. A couple of the other guides were carrying EMF detectors and as we walked down the hall, they started beeping. They were actually getting some very high readings. But we didn’t see or hear anything at that point.

As we made our way to the 4th floor, we were told that is where the majority of activity occurs. They asked us not to take pictures or turn our flashlights on once we got up there. This was the floor of The Shadow People.

A collective hallucination is a sensory hallucination induced by the power of suggestion to a group of people. It generally occurs in heightened emotional situations. The expectancy and hope of bearing witness to something paranormal, combined with long hours of staring at an object or place, makes certain persons susceptible to seeing such things.

Being on the 4th floor of this deserted hospital, in the dark, in the cold and spending the previous hour and a half listening to ghost stories, can do something to you. We broke into 2 groups – one went left and one went right. I was in the left group. We stood in one spot and looked down to where the hall turns to the right. There was enough ambient light (coming through all of the open doors and windows) to be able to see basic outlines. We were instructed to look down the hall and look for Shadow People. (I had never heard this term before) After a minute or so, I noticed that sometimes I would not be able to see the open doorways. They were being obscured by dark shadows. This was probably aided by all of the guides pointing down the hall with laser pointers and saying, “Look on the right. Look at that one. There are 3 walking right down the middle of the hall.” So I don’t know if my eyes or my brain was playing tricks on me or if there are such things as Shadow People. But I did see Something. Many Somethings to be exact. It got so bad, that I couldn’t keep looking down the hall. I had to turn away. I have never in my life experienced anything like that.

Our guide asked if anyone would like to walk down the hall with him. Most people were freaked out, so nobody volunteered. In spite of how uneasy I felt, I was still curious – so I volunteered. As we started walking down the hall, the Shadows dissipated. Was it because they were avoiding us? Or was it because there was nothing there in the first place? Once we got down there, I turned around and could see the outline of our group. We stood there for a few minutes and people from the group were saying that they were having trouble seeing us. The Shadow People were surrounding us. Matthew told me later that he saw this too. He was keeping his eyes on me, but at times it looked like I had completely disappeared.

We stood down there for about 5 minutes. When we turned around to walk back, I thought someone from the group had walked up behind us. I could not see the group. Neither could the guy standing next to me. We both jumped back. Something (something big) was standing right in front of us. In an instant it was gone and I could see the group again. Now THAT was quite an experience. Was it "real"? I don't know...but it was a thrill.

We spent a few more minutes up there looking at shadow people because the people who went to the right didn’t have any activity. So we stayed up there longer so they could check out our more active end of the hall.

Just before we left the floor, I turned around and snapped a picture of the hall where I was just standing. You will notice there are no close up, transparent orbs in this one. HOWEVER, farther down at the end of the hall, where the guide and I walked, you can clearly see a very bright orb. There was nothing reflective on the wall down there and I have not tampered with the picture in any way.

As I have said before, I have always thought that pictures of “orbs” were a bunch of BS. But this picture came from my camera, which has never produced pictures of Orbs in the past. (and I have taken many pictures) This picture was also taken in a location where I had just had a paranormal experience. I was totally shocked when I saw that picture. It’s mine, and it’s authentic.

I enlarged the picture to get a close up of this orb. And in this next picture, the orb looks almost 3 dimensional. And what of the different colours? It is outlined by white, then light green and then dark green in the very center. I don’t know. If anybody reading this has any better explanation of what that might be – please let me know. (note: Blogger does not display my pictures with the same clarity as they appear on my computer. You can't really see the different shades of green in this picture. But if you are ever near my computer, I will show you the original)

On our way out, we stopped again on the 3rd floor to see if we could pick up any more activity. One of the guys in our group who claimed to not have seen anything all night, volunteered to walk down a hallway alone. He stood down there for several minutes. We could see changes in his shape, as if someone fatter or taller was standing behind him. Our guide asked him to hold his arms out so we could better see any shadows obscuring his form. In spite of another group being right down the hall, making noise and shining their lights, we could still see shadows around this guy. He was facing us and said he saw someone raising his or her arms in the back of the group. I was in the back, and nobody was raising their arms.

Cold spots: Sometimes just before a spirit manifests, they draw energy from the surroundings. Often a spot in one area of a room will suddenly become very cold. For example the temperature throughout a room may average 75 degrees but in one corner or area, the temperature will suddenly plummet to 50 degrees or even colder. This is a sure sign of a spirit’s presence or a soon manifestation.

It was about 50 degrees outside, so it was pretty chilly. I wondered how we would be able to recognize a “cold spot” when we were already cold.

As we were watching the guy and the shadows down the hall, my face (my only exposed body part at the time) suddenly got very cold. It reminded me of skiing. There was no cold wind or draft, it was just a stinging sort of cold. The lady next to me said “What was that? It’s cold”. Someone farther up front said the same thing. At the same time there was a bit of a commotion on the left side of our group and the next thing I know, our guide is saying “That’s enough, we’re out of here.” I really don’t know exactly what happened, but we left that floor.

Remember the ATGs? That only believed in demons? On the way down the stairs I noticed our group was a bit lighter and quieter. When we got to the first floor, the guide told us that the girls had to be escorted out of the building. One of them was hysterical because she said something grabbed her leg right before we left the 3rd floor. They were on the left side of the group when it got cold. Whatever that was, it was happening to them.

We wandered around the 1st floor for awhile and looked at the set up for the “fake” haunted house they have during Halloween. There was some cool artwork on the walls, too bad Tony ruined it.
When we got back to the laundry room, the ATGs were sitting down there, watching Saturday Night Live on the big screen TV (Oy) and trying to calm themselves down. They seemed ok, but I doubt they will be doing anything like that ever again. I mean if they don’t believe in ghosts, they must have thought it was a demon. I don’t know about you, but that seems a hell of a lot more scary to me.

Look at this red-eyed demon I saw on the roof.


So that’s it. We got home at 3:30am, and I had to work at 9am. I fully expected to be disappointed, but I was not. I am already looking forward to going back. I think we will do an overnight or ½ night later this summer after all the Ghost Hunters hoopla dies down.

It's Close To Midnight And Something Evil's Lurking In The Dark

Under The Moonlight You See A Sight That Almost Stops Your Heart

You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It

You Start To Freeze As Horror Looks You Right Between The Eyes,

You're Paralyzed………………………..