Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Dead Files Season Premiere/ My Story

I guess it's just a coincidence that the season premiere of "Dead Files" comes when I have resumed writing to this blog. Last weekend I watched "Dead Files Revisited," where they look back on a couple of old cases. It has been awhile since I have truly watched the show. Say what you want, but if someone can prove to me an ex-homicide detective with the NYPD is willing to damage his credibility, I'll go along the whole show is fake. But I don't think so. Steve comes across as an ex-cop, meaning he deals with facts and other tangible evidence. He leaves the spirit to Amy. Watch Saturday at 10pm est.

So, this weekend it's the premiere of "Dead Files," and the season finale of  "Ghost Adventures." I'm saddened because I think the crew as we know them is about to call it a day. I've written about what Nick said. Who's gonna be the first one to crack sums it up. I believe it's you, Nick. I know you are a sensitive, and I know you have been tormented. For that I am sorry. I guess it's what you signed up for, but when it all started out, it was an innocent endeavor. Put what you've seen in real life into video and audio evidence. I also feel you guys have maybe made some mistakes. Like demanding spirits to talk or make a noise. How would you like it if someone came into your house uninvited, and started asking you to act like a trained seal? Probably wouldn't go too well. I still believe a little bit of respect needs to be shown from the get-go. Just my humble opinion. The season-finale of "Ghost Adventures is at 9pm est Saturday on the Travel Channel. Hope there's a next season!?

I've gotten some questions about where I'm coming from. When I was a young child I had an invisible friend named "Casey." Now, I had a cousin who died young named Casey. I am now convinced it WAS mt dead cousin. Next was when I was about 21. I was living in the middle of nowhere in Nevada, Crescent Valley to be exact. I was living in a trailer that the previous owner had blown here brains out. At times it was 90 degrees, but one could always count on an cool breeze from the poor lady. At night it sounded like she was pacing the hall. Just as she did in life I'm sure. I had a brother pass from Alzheimer's. I cared for him for 6 years. He used to get up in the night and pace around his room. The day after he died, that night lying in bed I heard him walking, just like before. The hair on my skin stood up erect. There was energy in the air. I could FEEL him. I ignored it for a few weeks. I had a backpacking frame of his in the closet. The only item of his still in the house. I heard a large crash! It came from the closet. I open it, and there is the backpacking frame on the floor. It had been up on the shelf, leaning AWAY from the doors. There is not way this fell off. I scared me to the point of anger. I screamed. "Ted, if you see a white light go into it." I was also cursing. That night, all was quiet.

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