So sorry for the delay guys!! I have actually started my website and will continue to post my blog on there as well. If you’d like to continue reading or are interested in our overnight tours please check us out at http://www.paraadventures.com. I appreciate all of you reading.. It means so much that people are interested in my numerous adventures :) Thank you all, and let me know what you think of the new site!! It will still have stories of my personal experiences and the results of our overnights. If you have a place you’ve always wanted to spend the night let me know!! Maybe we’ll book a trip there in the near future! :)
Hey ghosties! Our next overnight trip is set up! We are heading to the Loveland Castle (in Loveland, Ohio.) For those of you far away, no worries we will be heading all over the place in no time!
Take a step back in time!
Don’t be surprised if a knight strolls out to greet you on this visit. This castle is actually a replica hand built by a man with a big dream. He passed away before the completion of his labor of love so it’s no wonder he’d still roam the halls. When you drive down the steep hill to this humble abode, you will be amazed by the architecture that stands in front of you.
Creek rocks, mortar, empty bottles and milk cartons were some of the components used to build this beauty! Walk the narrow corridors and wander down the winding staircases of this castle in search of Sir Harry Andrew into the wee hours of the night.
Tickets are $50 for an overnight stay with some new friends and perhaps even Sir Harry and some of his spectral friends.
Check out our webpage for more details. You can purchase a ticket from the site as well as sending an email about any questions you may have as well. We hope to see you there! Happy Hunting!
(All photos courtesy of Alexis Fortuna Caoili, suitcase was taken by Erin Leigh Stilwell.)
I was running late and speeding along Route 50 to get to the Rectory after work. In my haste and blew past the little side street that my destination was on. I saw the small park on my right and cursed under my breath. I looked all over the place to turn around after that park, and finally some run down old building provided the solace I needed. I whipped my little car into the driveway and then backed out onto the street without hitting any pedestrians, cars or trees.
The sun was still brightly shining as I arrived and two of my friends were already there waiting for me. I parked my car in between the Rectory and the old dying church.As I got out of the car I could almost feel the sadness rolling off that church, as it sits in it’s 20+ years of neglect.
I brushed it off for now and ran up to the huge wrap around porch to greet my friends. We decided to wait until everyone had arrived before we actually got comfy in the old Rectory.
The building itself is a work in progress, and it is turning out to be a beautiful place. It is a labor of love for those doing the work and you can tell. As we walked into the back door, we were greeted by the freshly cleaned red carpet, and natural woodwoork throughout.
The kitchen is currently being rennovated, and it’s here where you can see the hard work that has gone into this place. The old walls are still untouched in sections and the new walls and work are not even a comparison.
This is absolutely the nicest place I’ve had the pleasure of exploring. There is furniture in almost every room. The kitchen is equipped with a fridge, water and some treats! If you want to actually sleep overnight there are even a couple of beds and a giant comfy couch. We felt very welcome as we entered the old Rectory that night.
On the night before a friend and I took a sneak peak of the place with the nicest folks I’ve met in this industry to date. They showed us around and told us the history of the place and their experiences. Neither of them believed in ghosts until they got this project and so many things have happened that it’s unexplainable to them and left them searching for answers.
One of the rooms upstairs contains a suitcase and a rocking chair. They refer to this room lovingly as, “The Creepy Room”. They just have a feeling of dread when they enter this room and don’t like going into it alone. As I walked in initially I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but did notice blue tape on either side of the suitcase. They began to tell us that the suitcase apparently has a mind of it’s own and likes to move from it’s resting spot. They put the tape there to mark whether it had moved or not.
This place is much bigger than I had initially thought, and we did have a few experiences..
As the sun set we broke off into two groups. The lights were flipped off and we were guided by only a small beam directed to the floor from our flashlights. My group was downstairs in the kitchen trying to do an EVP session & the other group was upstairs in the servants quarters. The place was quiet, all except for the grumbling of our stomachs. We sat there asking questions in hopes of a silent response, that our recorders would pick up… The group upstairs started shuffling around, and made their way back down to us. We all went outside to wait for the pizza delivery person to quell that growling we were hearing, so that we could potentially hear the growl of an otherworldly kind.
Once the pizza arrived we all headed back into the kitchen to enjoy our feast and we talked about the night so far. When everyone’s hunger was satiated we decided to join forces and conquer the creepy room as a single group. We went back into pitch dark and headed up the stairs together.
We were all still laughing and joking a bit because of the dinner conversations. First we went to the priest’s room at the top of the stairs, but soon grew bored of that and headed to the room we all wanted to be in.
As we walked in, a couple of our flashlights hit the spot where the suitcase was supposed to be. There was about a half foot distance that it had been moved. We all looked at each other bewildered and were making sure we had all been accounted for. We moved it back to it’s rightful place and sat there staring at it for the next half hour or so. Needless to say when you’re right there staring at it, it never does what you’re hoping for. So we gave up and left that room alone for awhile.
After awhile of searching the Rectory, we decided to brave the church. Now, keep in mind this church is falling apart as I’d said in the beginning.. so we had to be extremely careful going in, especially in the dark. The floor is falling in and everything so it’s not dangerous because of anything paranormal, but it is treacherous. We led our group in one by one. We huddled together in the dark and used only one flashlight once we were inside. Now, we have a rule in ghost hunting.. if something tells us to get out, we go.
Nothing physically told us to leave, but man the place was overpowering. I don’t scare easily and neither does the friend that I do this stuff with.. but even the two of us couldn’t stand to stay in there long. I don’t know if it was the threat of a potential squatter coming out, or something else.. but that place felt.. off. That’s the best way to describe it.
All in all the Rectory was a great place to explore, and we will definitely be heading back in the fall. Next time we hope even more things happen and we are very excited to share these places with all of you. You can check out our website now to book a trip with us, or email us for more information. Till next time ghosties!
To drive by this location you’d never have a clue what stories lie just behind it’s doors. It’s a simple enough building, red bricks adorn the outside and it boasts 4 levels of haunted adventures. If you didn’t know better you’d simply pass by thinking it was a charming old house with a wrought iron fence surrounding it’s grounds, but I know better.
This building is over 130 years old and has seen it’s fair share of residents. There have been several deaths onsite and some odd circumstances were involved with at least two of the bodies that were found on the outside of the building. Both a grown man and a small child’s body were discovered at different times in front of the building, but even more odd is that there was a noose around the child’s neck.
Father Donald McLeod lived in the rectory and was actually killed a short distance away by a train. He was leaving his home to tend to some ill patrons of his church and was struck in the darkness & killed instantly.
On June 18th, 2011 I will walk in those doors with 12 people to spend the night in this very active building. We will arrive at 5:00 pm and have the rare opportunity to explore this vast building in the daylight hours before darkness even sets in. Once everyone has arrived I will divulge more of the historical aspect of this beautiful place and some of the tragedy that has occurred in the surrounding area.
As soon as the sun sets things will become more interesting.. It will be lights out. Flashlights are the only lights allowed! If you are interested in being one of the 12 to stroll through the past in this elegant building email me quickly as the tickets are going fast. I just posted this today and only have 6 spots left and tickets are available only on a first come first serve basis.
To purchase your tickets, email me at Paraadventurestravel@gmail.com or give me a call at: 513-439-0444.
The sun was starting to set and there was a brilliant pink cascading across the sky. The clouds were beside me in large clumps of soft cottony white. The sun was turning orange, and I had to fight the urge to pull my car over and risk eminent death on the side of the highway to take some pictures. So, instead I just kept throwing casual glances out my passenger side window and the rear view mirror to mentally capture this beauty.
As I was getting closer to my destination, I slowed down off the highway to a residential area. The houses were close together and as darkness set in, the windows appeared to be eyes peering at this stranger driving by. The road became curvy and was winding around to an area that was pretty desolate. I was looking at my GPS and the red dot was pointing to what appeared to be a small building.
I crept up slowly in my car to take it all in. This place has a crazy history and I didn’t want to miss a second of it! The building has an ominous feel as you drive up to it. It almost looks deserted if you didn’t know better.
When I drove up, there was a man walking around the side, and he went down towards the river and the railroad tracks. The parking lot is a big gravel span and you can almost tell there was something else on this lot once beside the now infamous night club. On the side of the building a dim light shines down on the sign: Bobby Mackey’s.
The red letters and font used in the name are much more lively than the building that holds the sign as it’s name tag. I crunched across the gravely parking lot to the front doors and was greeted by a sign as I went in. It says on a big yellow piece of cardboard: “WARNING TO OUR PATRONS: THIS ESTABLISHMENT IS PROPORTED TO BE HAUNTED. MANAGEMENT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE AND CANNOT BE HELD LIABLE FOR ANY ACTIONS OF THE GHOSTS/SPIRITS ON THIS PREMISES.”
Interesting.. I began to wonder if this was all just hype to get business in the doors. But as soon as I walked in I was greeted by many patrons, and management. They were quick to tell me their experiences, and I was still pretty skeptical due to the overwhelming amount of information that was posted about the hauntings in this place. After merely a half an hour of being there on a Friday night, the bar was full in no time. I’m not much of a honky tonker, but even I found myself swaying to the melodious beats of country music. I can assure you, the violent history of this place may bring some people out, but the music of Bobby Mackey and Wanda Kay would have even myself trying to learn some line dancing.
Years ago, back in the days of Gangster activity, this place was a hot spot for crime and debauchery. There was a mobster in town who’d owned the place and turned it into an underground casino of sorts. When I walked into the gift shop/game room I was told about some interesting grates in the ceiling. It appeared to me that speakers were spread out across the ceiling, which seemed appropriate since this was now a country bar. However I was informed these were actually microphones and the place had 2 way glass at one time to watch the activity of the gamblers. The microphones were in place to make sure nobody was cheating.
When I was shown around I was surprised by how big the place was. During the walkthrough of the place I met Carl Lawson, who has been the caretaker of the old building through 3 owners. He said he actually grew up at the edge of the parking lot and worked through the crazy times. Living on site, he’s had quite a few experiences both explainable, and those there were not so explainable.
In it’s early days, back in the 1800’s the building was actually used as a slaughterhouse. Once the business closed a Mobster by the name of Red Masterson took over and opened the Primrose. Next was The Latin Quarter, which was prevalent for gambling and hookers. In the gift shop they still have some of the memorabilia left from that era and it’s quite interesting to see how time changes things.
Once this bar closed a new owner stepped in and opened The Hard Rock Cafe’. (Not like the chain we are familiar with today.) During the time of the Cafe’ there were at least 6 homidcides that occured here and the building was vacated once again. Carl had to testify in front of a grand jury during all this mess. He told me he was scared to death because he was still basically a child being only 14 years old. After the violence of the previous years the building was closed once again.
In 1978 Bobby Mackey opened for business. He had a rough time getting things started due to the grisly past but he kept at it and now has a successful business out of it. I won’t get into the whole history because you can check into that all over the internet if you’d like. But I will say this… It is a creepy place. I don’t know if I’m drawn to the paranormal, or if it’s drawn to me.. but, when I was there they took me on a tour of the building.
There were 7 of us grouped together and we headed down to the notorious basement with the reported, “Gateway to Hell” and the steps that lead to nowhere. We were taken outside the building down to a padlocked door near the back of the establishment. She told us more of the history as she unlocked the door, and we walked into a pitch black area. There was absolutely no cracks or even a sliver that light could come in through down here. She had a small flashlight as she led us around and as she talked a loud noise like crashing bottles and breaking glass sounded out. A few of us jumped, one girl screamed.
“Sorry I forgot to mention that… it’s a bottle shoot from upstairs! They throw the empty bottles down to make it easier when taking out the trash.” Laughter ensued through the darkness and even though we knew, the loud crashes got us a few more times. We went into the dressing room where Johanna used to get ready, and as she told us the history she turned her flashlight out. While we were down there I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but noticed a red mist above us.
She turned the light on again and it dissipated. Once she turned the light off again, I noticed it above us and it seemed to be growing in size. Oddly enough I just thought it was strange and still didn’t feel frightened. It baffled me so much I asked her if there were cracks in the floor above us where some red lights may be seeping through. She said that wasn’t the case and that people have reported seeing red orbs and blue orbs in here. I was the only one who witnessed this though, so for now I’m chalking it up to my eyes playing tricks on me.
We saw the room with the well that is supposed to be the portal to hell, and it was just a hole in the ground. Nothing too creepy to me. The staircase that leads to nowhere actually used to be a way for mobsters to exit the club easily and had been since covered over by a wood flooring. The basement gives me the creeps, but more like the Halloween Haunted House type of creeps and not the paranormal type.
After the tour was over I spoke to Wanda again and she took me up to the old apartment that cannot be seen on the normal tours. As soon as I walked up there I felt like something punched me in the chest. The basement was definitely creepy, but this ordinary apartment scared me worse. I felt very uneasy and like I was being pushed away from parts of the room. Wanda said she felt it too, and my boyfriend, Mr.Skeptic saw and felt nothing out of the ordinary.
There was a closet with a secret room and I couldn’t go near it. My stomach lurched as I walked over there, and this room had on all the lights! I stepped in the closet for a second to glance, but felt extremely dizzy and had to back off. I didn’t even get to see the secret room. In my experience, if something is telling me not to do something.. I don’t. We stayed up there for a short time and I was extremely frazzled before coming back down. That is a room I’d love to sit in to get some EVP’s and to use a thermal imaging camera.
I really enjoyed this place, and have decided to take a group down there to do an overnight tour. Even if nothing out of the ordinary happens, this building alone is worth staying overnight in. I’ll post details once the tour is set in stone. If you’d like to go, and are over 21 please email me for all the info. I’ll try to post pictures when I go back again too. I know that would help to see how creepy it is!
You’re looking for a home, this will be your first home so you’re obviously excited. You call an agent to help you with the search, because you’ve already got your dream house pictured in your mind. Large back yard, maybe a white picket fence and thoughts of tulips freshly planted in that lovely flower bed in your imaginary front yard. There will be windows so large that light will pour in as the sun starts to rise. It’ll kiss your eye lids in the morning and greet you with it’s warmth. And that is only the start to the criteria planned for your dream home.
A smile forms on your face whenever you think of this future home and all the joy it will bring you. You have your agent’s number on speed dial and he is looking through all the listings with the tight specifications you’d mentioned. You’ve gone to look at several and none were “just right.” Today He comes across a listing he is sure you’ll love. He picks up the phone, and realizes with trepidation that this particular home has a dark history. He waits for you to answer, and gives you a brief description of the home, leaving out only one pertinent detail for now.
You can hardly wait to see this home because you just know that today could be your day. You meet him at his office and a smile beams across your face as he walks out with his briefcase and car keys in hand. He extends a warm hand out to you and you grasp his hand to meet his handshake. You tell him, “If this home is as great as you say it is, I’ll be forgoing the handshake and giving you a huge hug!!” As the two of you climb into his freshly cleaned car he starts to tell you about the home he’s taking you to.
The scenery is a blur to you right now as the car is in motion, because you are too excited about what’s coming. You remember a right turn into a quaint little neighborhood. The street is lined with trees and there are happy children playing in one of the yards as you pass. At the stop sign the car turns right onto a cul de sac. Your heart quickens it’s pace when you notice the dead end street.
You think to yourself, “I’m going to sleep so much better without all the cars driving by.” He stops in front of a large two story home. The back yard spans all the way out to a small pond and you notice a little boat house butting up to the water. He leads you through the white picket fence… and there are those tulips you’d dreamt about swaying in the wind. The picture in front of you looks like a masterpiece. A large white house with black shutters and all those flowers throwing colors all around. There is a looming weeping willow just begging for you to sit under it with a book and you silently add that to a to do list that’s starting to form in your head.
You love the house already and you’ve not even stepped inside. As you walk up to the door, you notice the two huge windows up above. As he notices your loving glance upward he says, “Those are the windows to the master bedroom…” You’re already picturing the sun kissed mornings and your smile can’t be stopped. He punches the code in the door and turns the knob.
Inside there are fresh hard wood floors and the smell of a brand new paint job. The place is in pristine condition. You want this house… there is no doubt about it. He leads you through each room and tells you about the neighborhood, the features you’d told him to find and you are scarcely hearing any of what he’s saying because you are too busy placing the furniture & picking out paint colors in your mind.
As he goes on about the house, one word catches your attention. “Stigmatized.” You abruptly stop next to him,and look at him blankly as if he’d stepped on your foot without apologizing. “Wha, what does that mean?” You know a word like that can’t be anything good…
“Well, I didn’t know if I should even bring you to this home, but it has everything you want and the price is way below the market value. However there is a reason for that. I must tell you that there was a mass murder committed in the home.” It takes a moment to register.. You think of how amazing this home is, how beautiful it is now, that tree you’ve mentally promised to sit under and they all start melting together. You’re not even sure what to ask at this point. The agent looks at you expectantly.
Silence ensues. Finally he speaks up, “The father of the family who lived here sort of went crazy. They aren’t sure what the motive was, but he shot his wife, and drowned his two children in the bathtub. Once he was finished he tried to burn the house down so he wouldn’t get caught for the crimes. He tried to stage it as a robbery.”
More silence, at least verbally.. As he’s telling you the story the images are flying through your mind. How horrible, that large bathroom that you fell in love with is the place two small children took their last gasping breath. The bedroom upstairs reeked of new smells. The paint and the carpet had been replaced. It now occurred to you why everything seemed so fresh and clean. You feel sick.. You want to go outside to get some fresh air..
Now my question to you.. Would you buy this home? If it had everything you’d ever wanted and then some. The economy is rough, and this house is way below the market value and the other houses on the street are selling for much higher due to the stigmatic status of this home. Even if there was nothing paranormal in nature going on, could you still live in the home? Some states are not even permitted to tell you if a home is stigmatized. So say you did move in, and then found out the grisly situation. How would you handle it?
Now a step further.. You do your own research on the home, and find that people are talking about the grisly scene and they all believe it’s haunted.. Would you want to live there knowing this?
Just some random thoughts I had today and wanted to get the thoughts of others!
aaghost asked: hey, thanks for the follow!
also, have you ever tried an ouija board before? what were the results if so?
i tried one but i don't think they work with only one person.
Thank you for the follow as well and the comment! I have tried an Ouija Board. I actually wrote a blog about the results, and mine were pretty scary. I don’t know that I’d use one again. I couldn’t get it to work when I used it alone, but my grandma could get that planchette moving all over that board!! It was crazy! If you’re interested the blog i called, “Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” and it’s on the older page. Thanks so much for reading!!