SOPHIE SCHOLL AND THE WHITE ROSE

This weekend marked the 72 Anniversary of the death of student Sophie Scholl, a member of The White Rose was executed February 22, 1943 with her brother Hans Scholl and Christop Probst, for posting leaflets.

I had no idea about these people and their heroism during WW 2 until doing research for my sequel to my first book Estate of Horror. How was I lead to learn of them and the White Rose movement? My son Chris. His psychic dreams have included some recently deceased people who gave him their names and information on this horrific episode in human history.You can read about this and our other amazing discoveries we uncovered in my upcoming sequel, Dark Transference. (those fans who have been following me on this journey know of the paranormal interference we have been through from some nasty ghosts who are furious I am exposing this information. I have been verbally threatened via live EVPS (that have been recorded) over a Skype video  broadcast when I did  an interview on Norene Balovich's show in May 2014; have had unknown senders leaving me cryptic messages on my cell phone and even have had spectral noises and voices disrupt my phone conversations when talking about my book! Pretty incredible!)

As I was writing this post, there was a crash in my kitchen and one of my large sun catchers came off the window and landed on my window self. Nothing broke -the glass sun catcher just neatly resting against a vase, suction cup and all. This has happened about 6 times now but usually it's the bottom smaller sun catcher.
Coincidence?

                                                          

                  
                      My kitchen window with sun catchers.

Close up photo of the sun catcher-notice how the suction cup is gently resting on the glass picture block-like it was placed there?


Sophie Scholl and the White Rose
At the age of 21, Sophie Scholl was executed by the People’s Court in Germany on Feb. 22, 1943, during the Holocaust, for her involvement in The White Rose, an organization that was secretly writing pamphlets calling for the end of the war and strongly denouncing the inhuman acts of the Nazis.

In May, 1942 German troops were on the battlefields of Russia and North Africa, while students at the University of Munich attended salons sharing their love of medicine, Theology, and philosophy and their aversion to the Nazi regime. Hans Scholl, Alexander Schmorell, and Sophie Scholl were at the center of this group of friends. Attending the same university were two medical students, Willi Graf and Jurgen Wittgenstein, who had served in a military hospital in 1939, with Hans, Sophie’s older brother. Along with Christoph Probst, a married soldier and father of three, they eventually joined The White Rose.                                                 

Each leaflet was more critical of Hitler and the German people than the last. The fifth mentioned: ”Hitler is leading the German people into the abyss. Blindly they follow their seducers into ruin…Are we to be forever a nation which is hated and rejected by all mankind?”

The Gestapo had been looking for the pamphlets’ authors as soon as the first ones appeared. As the language in the leaflets became more inflammatory they stepped up their efforts. They arrested people at the slightest hint of suspicion. On Feb 22, 1943, Sophie, Hans and Christoph were condemned to death by the ‘People’s’ Court, which had been created by the National Socialist Party to eliminate Hitler’s enemies.

Hans Scholl’s last words shouted from the guillotine were, ”Long live freedom!” In an unprecedented action by the guards, Christoph Probst was allowed a few moments alone with Hans and Sophie before they went to their deaths. After months of Gestapo interrogations to obtain the names of his co-conspirators, Willi was executed. His final thoughts were: ”They shall continue what we have begun.”

The Scholls have been memorialized on stamps, in sculptures and two hundred German schools are named for the Scholls.

Sophie Scholls sister Inge Aicher-Scoll wrote: ”Perhaps genuine heroism lies in deciding to stubbornly defend the everyday things, the mundane and the immediate.”

I hope my research/discoveries into this dark episode of our world history and the brave people who fought against Nazi tyranny, will be able to supply missing pieces of a mysterious puzzle that has haunted me and my son since I entered this paranormal journey 6 years ago. All this will be included in my sequel. Stay tuned!

                                                             

MY DOLLS ARE NOT CREEPY!

I have been busy working on some doll projects/restoration for a friend who had them stored away since her childhood and needed them to be repaired. While I was working on these adorable dolls I had this thought and would like to share. 

 A Restored Madame Alexander Doll "Meg" from Little Women series.

I have been greatly disturbed by the popularity of "The Haunted Doll" phenomenon brought about most recently with featuring the creepy, demonic Annabelle Doll (movie)  first mentioned in The Conjuring movie. Several of my blogs in the past have been on just this subject- of Haunted Dolls. In fact, these blogs have been some of my most popular and widely read. Now, I am not saying that this is an impossibility and there can be haunted, sinister and evil dolls (just look at the effect Voodoo dolls and their attached curses have had on people and reported in past psychological cases).  And this practice dates back to the early Egyptian, Greek and Roman times! These guys were not fooling around!

The movie doll"Annabelle"

Here’s a picture of one of the most elaborate ancient voodoo dolls from the 2-3 centuries CE Nude female voodoo doll in kneeling position bound and pierced with thirteen pins. Found in a terracotta vase with a lead tablet bearing a binding spell-discovered in Egypt (Louvre Museum)

Just from my experience as a long time collector I have never felt I was dealing with a creepy or haunted doll. I have been an antique doll restoration artist for over 15 years and have collected dolls since I was a child and have several hundred in my collection. Indeed my first doll was one presented to me as an infant on my Christening Day. 

Someone emailed me recently and asked if I would sell her a "Haunted Doll" (a nice one- not too haunted) I had to turn her down as I did not have one to sell her. Sorry.

Yes, I know there is a disorder that is called "Pediophobia"- a fear of dolls, and I sympathize with people who truly are "creeped out" by dolls, clowns and puppets and mannequins. I just never associated these beautiful dressed little works of art menacing. I even have lectured on antique dolls and do appraisals for people and historical groups.  
Dolls, made from the simplest cloth, stick and clay materials and to the most expensive rare models, have evolved into children's toys. They were meant to be innocent companions of childhood, and were meant to be loved by children. Dolls are created to prevent nightmares, not cause them.
         
                        

        German Doll/Armand Marseille ( a more affordable doll)

         

      French  Bru Jne (One of the rarer types of dolls)

I've met many people who find their dolls comfort them as they face terrible life challenges, including serious illness, the loss of loved ones, infirmities of all types, and despair.
Doll collectors are historians, curators, artists, business people, teachers, clergy, and parents.

Collecting dolls teaches history, community, networking, creativity, and more. That passion for dolls inspires a love of people and their cultures everywhere. I started my doll collection with dolls from around the world that my relatives would bring back to me from their travels. I was a very lucky girl to have so many relatives who did travel and think of me. 
                              

Like most collectors, I have many interests. Having those beautiful dolls in their native costumes inspired my art and love for world cultures as I grew older. I became a portrait artist and a lover of Ancient History, Egyptology, History of Antique Dolls and Anthropology. In high school I sang in the choir and toured Europe with them after graduation. I hand sew costumes from antique materials, textiles and lace; sculpt, restore old photographs, dolls and art work. I became an art teacher, an author, blogger, and lecturer.

                       
                            Original Oil Pastel"Spirit Warrior"
                         

                     

                            Original Oil Painting "War Chief"
                    
                 
                

          
Dolls are NOT creepy. But, You can thank Hollywood and TV for perpetuating the myth with the "Clown Doll" from the movie Poltergeist, the murderous "Chucky" from the same titled movie and "Talky Tina" from the Twilight Zone series (just to name a few) that gave kids nightmares for years. It was a way to bring another form of entertainment to the masses and make a lot of money.

My dolls are not haunted-at least NOT most of the time! (I should know.I wrote a true paranormal story and in it there is the mummy doll in my deceased friend's collection that he left me).   This "mummy doll" was featured in our episode "Portal of Doom" on A Haunting TV show on December 28th (Destination America Channel) and is another story altogether. (Episode was inspired from my story in my book-Estate of Horror.) I just wouldn't call it creepy!-Strange? unusual? Has an energy that it gives off?-yea this is a candidate for haunted).  

        

I do believe all objects bear traces of their owners' personalities; all have significance in their owners’ lives, whether they are kept or discarded.

There is nothing sinister about having dolls, just as there is nothing sinister about Hummel figurines, Depression glass, or china cups. We aren't hoarders, though space can often be at a premium for us. We are generous, and we share our knowledge and collections.

To those who don't get it and think dolls are "creepy," well, get a hobby. Collect something, learn a little history and some organizational skills. You'll enjoy it.
I just love my dolls!
                   

        

                  Antique Heubach Child-all "dolled" up for Spring!

LADY IN WHITE

How often have we heard of ghost stories of apparitions appearing as women in white. White Lady legends are found in all cultures around the world. Here are some of the better known ghost stories about ladies in white.
By definition a "White Lady" is a type of female ghost reportedly seen in rural areas and associated with some local legend of tragedy. Common to many of them is the theme of losing or being betrayed by a husband, boyfriend or fiancé. They are often associated with an individual family line or said to be a harbinger of death similar to a banshee.

In popular medieval legend, a White Lady is fabled to appear by day as well as by night in a house in which a family member is soon to die.  These spirits were regarded as the ghosts of deceased ancestresses.


United Kingdom
The White Lady  known as the "Running Lady of Beeford",East Yorkshire,resides on the "Beeford Straight", a stretch of road between Beeford and Brandesburton. Motorists have reported her apparition running across the Beeford Straight toward the junction of North Frodingham. Anecdotal tales also report a motorcyclist picking up a female hitchhiker on the same stretch of road. A few miles later the motorcyclist, upon turning around, noticed the passenger had vanished.
In one instance, a car crashed into a tree killing 6 people. It is rumored to be because of her curse.

Another legend tells of a "White Lady" jumping off the Portchester Castle while she was carrying a child she didn't want. Her spirit is said to haunt the castle to this day.

United States
"The White Lady of Acra" (New York) is a legend of a young woman dressed in all white supposedly seen at night along the road she last traveled on or near the cemetery not far from her fatal accident.

Branch Brook Park in Newark, New Jersey, is home to the legend of the "White Lady of Branch Brook Park". Two conflicting stories are told about this ghost. In one version, the lady was a newlywed who was killed along with her husband on her wedding night when their V 8 Ford Mustang skidded out of control and crashed into a tree in the park. 

In another version, the couple were on their way to a prom when their limousine crashed; the boy lived but the girl died, and she is allegedly still looking for her prom date.  It was said that on rainy or misty nights passing headlights produced a ghostly image crossing the road.

There is some evidence that the details of this legend have been borrowed or blurred into other legends.

Tolamato Cemetery in St. Augustine, Florida, has been home to stories of a haunting by a "lady in white" since the 19th century. Legend states that the ghost is the spirit of a young woman who died suddenly on her way to be married, and who was buried in her wedding dress.

Germany
A white woman was first reported to be seen in the Berliner Schloss Castle in 1625 and sightings have been reported up until 1790. This castle is the residence of the Kings of Prussia, so the Lady has been linked to several historical figures: the guilt-ridden countess Kunigunda of Orlamünde, who, according to legend, murdered her two young children because she believed they stood in the way of her marriage to Albert of Nuremberg.

Netherlands
In the eastern and the northern of the Netherlands farmers tell stories about the Witte wieven (white ladies).
These white ladies who come in the mist and are from the moors, apparently are guilty of evil doings like abducting babies and women and bring disaster to people who have made them cross.
But there are also stories that say that the white ladies have actually helped people in childbirth, or people have given good advice.


Slavic 
In Slavic Mythology, a white lady was the ghost of a girl or young woman that died violently, usually young women who committed suicide, were murdered or died while imprisoned. The ghost is usually bound to a specific location and is often identified as a specific person like the Countess of Hungry, Elizabeth of Bathory.

Elizabeth of Bathory has been labelled the most prolific female serial killer in history, though the precise number of her victims is debated. Báthory and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls between 1585 and 1610. The highest number of victims cited during Báthory's trial was 650.Stories which ascribe to her vampire-like tendencies (most famously the tale that she bathed in the blood of virgins to retain her youth) were generally recorded years after her death and are considered unreliable.Despite the evidence against Elizabeth, her family's influence kept her from facing trial. She was imprisoned in December 1610 within Csejte Castle, Upper Hungary, now in Slovakia, where she remained immured in a set of rooms until her death four years later.    
immurement  (from Latin murus "wall"; literally "walling in") is a form of imprisonment, usually for life, in which a person is, for example, locked within an enclosed space and all possible exits turned into impassable walls. This includes instances where people have been enclosed in extremely tight confinement. When used as a means of execution, the prisoner is simply left to die from starvation or dehydration. 


Malta
The White Lady is the name of a female ghost that lives in Verdala Palace.  Legend has it that many years ago, a woman was to be married to a man she did not love. Her father told her that she must always do as her fiancé said since he was soon to be her husband. On the day of her wedding, she committed suicide by jumping off a balcony. This is why she is to this day known as the White Lady, because she was wearing her wedding gown on the day of her death. It is said that she haunts the Verdala Palace and many people who attend the August Moon Ball there annually confirm that she does indeed appear in the palace.

Brazil
Called Dama Branca or Mulher de Branco in Portuguese, the Brazilian Lady in White is said to be the ghost of a young woman who died of childbirth or violent causes. According to legend, she appears as a pale woman in a long white dress or a sleeping gown, and although usually speechless, will occasionally recount her misfortunes. 

Philippines
White Ladies are popular ghost story topics in the Philippines. White Ladies are often used to convey horror and mystery to young children for storytelling. Sightings of White Ladies are common around the country, and usually every town and barrio has its own "White Lady" story.

The most prominent one is the White Lady of Balete Drive in Quezon City. It is said that it is the ghost of a long-haired woman in a white dress, who according to legend, died in a car accident while driving along Balete Drive. Most stories about her were told by taxi drivers doing the graveyard shift, such as the one where a taxi crosses Balete Drive, and a very beautiful woman is asking for a ride. The cabbie looks behind at the woman in his rear view mirror and sees the woman's face full of blood and bruises, causing him to abandon his taxi in horror.

Czech Republic
The best-known White Lady of the Czech Republic is the ghost of Perchta of Rožmberk at Rožmberk Castle. Perchta of Rožmberk (c. 1429–1476) was a daughter of an important Czech nobleman, Oldrich II of Rožmberk. She married another nobleman, Jan of Lichtenštejn (John of Liechtenstein) in 1449. The marriage was quite unhappy. One of the reasons might have been the fact that Perchta's father had been reluctant to pay the agreed dowry. Legend has it that as her husband was dying, he asked for her forgiveness for his treatment of her. Perchta refused, and her husband cursed her. This is why she haunts his holdings, which include Ceský Krumlov Castle, where she has been seen most often.

Estonia
The most famous white lady of Estonia resides in Haapsalu Castle. She is said to be the woman who a priest fell in love with. She hid in the castle as a choir boy, and remained a secret for a long time. But when the Bishop of Ösel-Wiek visited Haapsalu she was discovered, and immured in a small chapel for her crime. To this day she is said to look out of the Baptistery’s window and grieve for her beloved man. She can be seen on clear August full-moon nights.

Whether some of these legends of "women in white" are based in fact, one only has to look up historical records to learn that some of the women did indeed exist in the past. But do they now haunt these locations as ghosts because of their tragic circumstances? That is the job of paranormal researchers to explore further. They say ghosts are made up of electromagnetic energy and perhaps these poor souls are contained anguished energy trapped in a dimension where time has no meaning.  Are they condemned forever to relive their horrible deaths or deeds over and over again? 
No arguments that ghosts are big business in the tourist industry. Especially if you have a run down castle or palace in desperate need of funds to restore it back to grandeur. What better draw than having your own ghostly "Woman in White" roaming the decaying halls, highways or graveyards to giving you an economic edge over other tourist attractions. These "Women in White" become part of the surrounding townspeople's personal lore and history and often with affection that is not something they want to give up easily. 

"SPIRIT PIXELS" FROM ESTATE OF HORROR

Here is an excerpt from my book, Estate of Horror and what lead up to us capturing this incredible and un-explainable photo taken during a heightened state of paranormal activity in Paul's Basement- June 10th 2009.

I make no claims to know what this photo is-just our theories and observations. I have never seen any photo like this in all the vast supernatural related photos I've seen in the paranormal communities online or anywhere. You can look at this photo for hours and see so much in it. Perhaps someone out there has an answer?

EXCERPT:

Chris motioned to the plastic wardrobes that were in his way. 

“Just hold these back,” he said. He moved forward and in the light we could tell that the projector was rusty and in bad shape. I bent down to look at it. 
“Crap, I thought we could use this at Kent’s place,” Chris said in frustration. As he started to stand up a pink cotton hankie fell on his arm. “What the…?”

As I stood up and a blue cotton hankie fell to the floor. I looked around.

“Those two cotton hankies were over here,” I said to Chris. I picked them up and put them back on the same table. “That was weird.”

Chris turned around and a second later – swoosh – the blue hankie flew on top of the wardrobe and he began to laugh. 

“Look, Mom,” he said and pointed it out to me.

“Do you have your cell phone? Get a picture!”

No sooner had he taken a picture of the blue hankie landing, the pink hankie quickly zoomed up right passed us and landed in the rafters in the ceiling. “Whoa!”

“Get some pictures of that!” I said.

Chris kept snapping away. “I don’t know how good the pictures are going to come out,” he said. “But at least we have a record of it.”

“Other people may not believe us, but I know what I just saw,” I said.

Original cell phone photo taken by Chris of the pink handkerchief hanging in the ceiling rafters.

***

June 19^th 2009

I had had a meltdown and was in bed with a fever, coughing and downing Robitussin. However, taking some time off to recuperate gave me a chance to review the one good photo Chris took of the hankie that flew up the basement rafters. It was only a cell phone photo, and it was dark, but the resolution wasn’t bad. The picture showed the hankie wrapped around a thick electric cable in the ceiling. I loaded the photo from Chris’ cell phone into my computer software program, Photoshop.  I took one copy of the original photo and hit a level tool in the software program to see if it would lighten the picture, but it didn’t make it any better.  It showed a slightly pink fuzzy cloth hankie in half shadow against a black background of the wooden ceiling rafters.

I looked at the digital photo closely with my trained eyes and thought I saw a slight whitish smudge in the blackness on the upper right corner of the picture.

What is that? I thought to myself. I decided to crop the picture around the whitish area, which would make the area larger so I could see if there were any details. As I zoomed in close, it looked vaguely like a face. I had almost missed it. I was puzzled. What would have caused this white smudgy face when the whole area around the hankie was dead black? Was it a reflection of Chris’ cell phone flash? No. The wood beams were so old and dirty and they weren’t refinished with any varnish, so there hadn’t been a reflection. I was frustrated because it was difficult to see any more details.

Then, I had a hunch.  I used the level tools in Photoshop again on the cropped picture even though I thought it would be a waste of time. I say this only because once you use levels on a photo as I already had on this photo, it will not change anything further. However, I was in for a shock. I hit the level tool and what happened next is something I’ve never seen before in thirty-four years of working with photos.

The photo completely changed into a riot of bright colors of pixel mosaics and images. The main color was a solid deep yellow green with overlapping repeating blocks of colors: deep blues, turquoise, reds, oranges, purples, pinks, browns and grays scattered in no order. The faint whitish smudge at the center of it all was now an illuminated face with its own light source. Light wasn’t reflecting on it to form an image, it was the light! It was also partially absent of pixels. How could that be? What in the world was I seeing? I didn’t recognize the face, but I could definitely make out eyes, nose, a chin and the top outline of a head in bluish white tones. Unlike a standard 35mm camera that records an image on light sensitive film; digital photography uses light sensitive sensors to capture the image focused by the lens and stores it in a digital file ready for processing. You set your digital camera to dpi, which are digital pixels per square inch.

FYI-The pattern of pixels evenly spaced throughout makes up a digital picture surface-like your TV screen. The higher the resolution (like 350 dpi), by using a good digital camera, the better it produces a sharper photo and the less pixilated (or fragmented) the images appear when blown up. The lower digital resolutions (72 dpi) can make an image fuzzy and distorted when enlarged.

As I blew up the photo further, I could see hundreds more tiny colored square pixels that overlapped in multi-layers to create dimension. This was the dark photo of only a moment ago. I could still see the cotton hankie, but the darkness around the hankie had changed into a crazy quilt of color. These weren’t dust spots either, as you could make out designs and patterns.  I had no idea where the color was coming from.

Then, it became incredible. Some of the pixels were blocks of variations of a solid color while others in their squares had what looked like objects in them! The more I looked at the tiny pixel squares, the more I started making out what looked like an ancient Greek shaped vase, some architectural features like doorways and arches, vertical and horizontal crosses, all different colors and sizes. Some of the squares were very bright white and others had shadows in them.

When I showed the photo to my friend Rose, who is an award-winning photographer, she was as baffled as I was. She could also make out designs and see objects as we navigated around the image. 

“Doesn’t that look like part of a vase and that one remind you of some Aztec or Mayan temple below it?” she asked looking at one particularly interesting pattern. 

She had a theory. She pointed out that white light breaks up into a spectrum of color when passing through a prism, and wondered if somehow we digitally shot through some type of spectral prism in the blackness that produced the colorful effect. It was an interesting concept but it didn’t explain the artifacts.

Collage of images-all original photo files are intact -I have copies here for blog. This is the same image throughout and only manipulated by hitting Level's Tool in Photoshop which I never dreamed would change the photo.  Nothing has been included or added to the photo.

Could it be possible that the image we digitally captured was holding fragmented memories of tangible thoughts? Did we accidentally photograph the essence of a spirited intelligence? Or were we looking at another dimension?

 END OF EXCERPT

Your thoughts?

WHERE SPIRITS ENERGIZED BY OUR TV SHOW?

I have mentioned in 2 earlier blogs that reports from witnesses and paranormal investigators that indicate spirits can make sounds: footsteps, screams, bangs, tapping sounds, etc. and in most rare cases, spirits known as poltergeists can move or break objects. Yes, I have witnessed this first hand and written about it.

However there is other unique physical evidence, that I'd like to update here on this newest post, our continued unexplained hand prints and fingerprints on different surfaces.

Can a ghost or entity leave a visible hand print/fingerprint? Have you seen a footprint or a hand print on a window, glass table, or car where an entity could be responsible for the imprint? 

Is this possible?    YES!!!!

One theory is: we know from investigations that spirits cause temperature changes, (watch any ghost hunting show and they are using sensitive meters that can detect environmental changes during an investigation) and in doing so can the change in temperature around one's hand, in theory, discolor or fog up something that was sensitive to temperature (like glass). Then, all it would take is some dust or something to stick to the fog and you have a ghostly hand print. So.If ghosts can manifest some kind of semi-solid matter and manipulate temperature changes- can they do this to leave imprints? That’s one interesting theory.

I first noticed a weird looking finger print on our downstairs bathroom mirror several years ago in 2010.

               
At the time I was writing my book Estate of Horror and we were experiencing paranormal occurrences in our house. At the same time, my son was experiencing very vivid and horrific dreams of recently deceased people visiting him at night during that summer.  His experiences as a psychic medium will be further explored in the sequel, Dark Transference that I am currently writing.

In February 2013 unexplained hand-prints appeared on our glass coffee table in the living room. (I had seen something like this before but only thought them our prints and wiped them off with Windex). After putting baby powder over them we were able to get a good image with our digital camera. We then saw that there were not 2 sets of prints but another smaller set over them!  Possibly a child’s? We also can see actual ridges of the fingerprints in several of the marks.

                 
We photographed and documented them and then erased them from the surfaces. We had Bill Bean over to our house and his prayers and deliverance session seemed to erase much of the negative energy we were experiencing. We heard distinct physical movement: squeaks, pings and bangs as Bill did his demonic confrontation with sacred prayers. He told us he was clearing house and it we heard "them" leave! We were so happy to feel we had finally got rid of these unwanted entities.

Late May 2013 I noticed an odd shape on the vinyl window shade in my bedroom. Directly in the middle of the white shade was an embossed print of something that looked like an elongated hand-print and 2 separate finger imprints near the bottom of the shade. It was impressed from the outside in against the window!  It looked like it was done with heat that actually melted the vinyl to stretch the hand print and finger prints out. It’s permanent on the shade.
               
Months went by and nothing else showed up on any surfaces.

They're Back!!!!  7-14-14

I went into the upstairs bathroom and something on the mirror caught my attention. It wasn't a reflection or my imagination. There they were at the bottom of the mirror. More inhuman looking fingerprints! 

They looked very similar to the prints in the downstairs bathroom mirror from almost 2 years ago. It correlates with strange things happening again while I've started to write the sequel to my book.

We again called Bill Bean and he was very concerned with the ghostly threats since directed at me for revealing the horrific family secret in my book and the resulting research and conformation of evidence I've received that is shocking.
He once again came to our house in September 2014 and was here all day doing an all out assault on the dark forces that stubbornly refuse to leave for good. Peace once again filled my house.

Then December 24th 2014 these hand and finger prints appeared on my upstairs bathroom mirror in the upper right panel of my 3 part paneled mirror.

                  
Ironically this was exactly 5 years to the day, the haunting started in my house after selling Paul's house in Oct. 2009 and our paranormal lives began.
  
                         
More detailed close up of the prints on the right mirror panel
Notice how the prints seems to be overlapped with another elongated set of print above them.Or is it that these prints are dragged downward?


Sunday, December 28th, The national airing of our episode on Destination America's A Haunting TV show called "Portal of Doom".

Here is the youtube link if you missed the episode.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pUZ_GFnYLM


In the early morning hours (2 AM) after the show aired I awoke and heard noises in my hallway and outside the bathroom. I felt unsettled and uneasy but the noises stopped and I fell back to sleep.
The next morning here is what I found on my bathroom mirror: 3 more sets of hand and fingerprints.

2 Set of hand prints in the middle of the mirror 

                

Another view off side to get the images.

One set in the lower left hand corner of the mirror

So there you have it, a continued line of ghostly manifestations in forms of hand and finger prints. Did the airing of our show somehow energize the atmosphere for the spirits to manifest once again? Possible. We are convinced there is a portal or area of spirit activity, in the upstairs bathroom, that opens from time to time. Those of you who saw the episode on A Haunting know that is where I was scratched across the chest in a vicious manner.

                    
Is this aimed to frighten and deter me from writing the sequel?  This is not the only thing that has been happening here lately. I intend to reveal new horrific discoveries in my upcoming sequel. Yea, like I said, I am truly a "haunted author" but I am not backing down!