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As I said in my earlier blog, I have been to the Villisca Axe Murder house a number of times, and really never walked away disappointed.
Randy posted something on facebook about a paranormal detector so that triggered a memory of one of my last trips there.
It was Dan Christiansen ( evp specialist) From my old group PRISM and his friend Mark, My friend and coworker from NKCH Travis Wertz, and
Johnny Houser ( tour guide at the house) I had met Johnny previously before he was a tour guide there when we filmed Cringe. A series
by Troy Taylor who now Johnny took it over. Anyhow.. Travis had never been ghost hunting before but does feel he has a spirit in his house so
he was ready for an adventure.
We got there and were met by Johnny, and Johnny informed me that he went upstairs for a walk through and told the kids that "Anney is coming."
as soon as he said that a huge blast of cold air hit him and both the closet in the childrens room AND the attic doors opened and slammed shut.
This really excited Johnny. I was pumped. So.. we all headed up stairs to visit with the children. True to form and much to our delight, the door started
opening and closing to our questions almost immediately. The look on Travis's and Marks face was priceless and Travis got true Ghost bumps. .It was
amazing. Soon we made our way down stairs. Both Johnny and I had " Ghost Meters" they are like the cell sensors with out the extra sensor and
see through. Johnny was by the piano and I was by the door to the kitchen. We were asking questions and when I would ask lena if she was with me
the meters would go crzy. When we would ask if anyone else was there it was quiet. Only when we were directly asking Lena questions
would the meters go off. This went on for quite sometime. Later, the boys decided they were hungry so I made a trip to caseys. I was gone for quite sometime.
When I walked back in the house, the boys were still in the parlor where I left them, and as I walked through the door the meters started going crzy.
I made the statement that " oh you guys are getting lots of activity huh? " they replied back, not until I walked through the door. There was no activity
whats soever until I came back in and then the meters started going off again. I do not take my cell phone in that house because it messes up and had
nothing to make those meters go off.
so am i a ghost magnent? some say so
Johnny Houser posted a video that was on Travel Channel about the Villisca Axe Murder House. My life would not be the same had I not spent all the hours investigating that house that I did. I logged an average of 5 overnights a year for about 6 years there. The more I went, the more questions I had. I went from totally believing that the children were communicating with me. To not being so sure that it wasnt a Demonic entity mimicking the children to draw me back in time and time again. This could be an ongoing blog, as it would take me forever to detail every time I went there. Its a place that you get to experience every emotion. You feel total sadness, happiness, total terror and so on in a matter of minutes. I have seen grown men reduced to tears for seemingly no reason. I have seen grown men freak out and run out of the house. I have been touched, I have played ball, I have slept amongst the spirits of this house, and on my last visit. i was attacked and watched the walls breathe and bleed. And before that night, if someone would have told me that can happen and they had witnessed that, i would have probably said hogwash, that stuff cannot happen. OOHHHHHHHHHH but it can.
I first heard about the house, the night of my best friends grandmothers funeral. We were at his parents house and talking about spirits when his sister brought out a video that they had taken at the house on halloween of the same year. However, she could not remember the name of the town, just the story and the video was crzy with all of the different colored orbs shooting around the house. I really got the heebeejeebies watching but was skeptical. FW to the following spring, i was looking for a day/overnight trip for my daughter and I to go on for a bonding experience. I was looking to go to the Des Moine area and was looking to see if they had any ghost tours and voila...The Villisca Axe Murder House popped up so I went to the website, and they were having a barn raising in May. So I immediately emailed Carol Knight (the webmaster) got the details and signed my daughter and myself and my friend monica and her daughter up to go. To tell you the truth, I was going to debunk the stories. Little did I know that I would be changed for life.
We left very early that Saturday morning and headed to Villisca, we arrived in this very quaint town with lots of victorian and queen anne homes from the 1800s. It was very picturesque. We stopped to ask for directions and thats when we learned the the folks of this town do not like outsiders coming in and going to the House. We found the house and everyone was working in earnest to tear down the barn. I could not do anything too physical due to just having a major surgery the week before, but I offered to dust and sweep the House. We met Darwin and Martha Linn (owners of the house) and Carol and her family. We also met Traci and Connie from Lincoln, Neb, and Allison and Tina from Des Moine, and a couple that i do not remember their names but she was a student writing a paper about the house and her fiance who was very skeptical and scared of the house. When we first went into the house it felt like any other old farm house, then my daughter said "mom it feels so sad." We went up to the childrens room and talked to the spirits. Then we all went back outside. The girls. My daughter ( Jada) age 16 and Michaela age 14 decided that they just have to go back up to the childrens room. I said no, they insisted and I warned them not to touch anything. Suddenly they came running down the steps and out side, freaked out and excited. Seems the closet door just opened and closed for no reason. I went up to investigate and to prove that it was from someoen walking in the floor or an airleak. However, it did it when there was no one walking and no breeze. And then we discovered that it would do it to yes and no questions. Seemed to answer yes it would open then shut again. It did this several times on this day. A group of girlscouts were there and they came up to see what we were doing. THe door would not move so Jada said maybe the spirit doestn want anyone to see it, as she said this all the girlscouts looked at her and the door opened and closed as no one other then me was looking at it. At one point one of the little sweet girls ( there werent too many sweet ones there LOL ) saw a flash of light as the door was ready to slam shut, just as jada snapped a pic on her 35 mm camera. what we got was like a vortex of energy shooting up the door as it was closing. Amazing. of course we dint get the pics back until like a week later.
Later we were downstairs and one of the girlscouts went into the closet in the (blue room) its the room the Stillinger girls were. I had read on the website that a psychic thought one of the girls hid in the closet and sung a song to keep calm, so i asked the girl to sing. she started singing a song. a song she said she never even knew she knew, and then she said can I come out? I feel like someone is choking me. I said omg get out of there. As she came out you could still hear singing in the closet, and this was witnessed by at least 5-6 other people.
As I said earlier, I couldnt do too much physcial so did the cleaning,. i was under beds in closets and did not find anything that could have caused the orbs on the video that had so much got me interested in this house. Some of the gals took the area rug outside and beat the dust out of it, there was one of them little woodpeg games upstairs in the childrens room, but no wooden pegs to go in it, they brought the rug back up and laid it down and lo and behold, about 30 minutes later, looked down and there was one of them wooden pegs. no remember they just took it downstairs and beat the heck out of it?
That day/night, many things happened, met so many neat people. After a fun dinner and music at the city center a group of us went back to do a lamplit tour. Allison madem a living of hypnotizing people and Traci was a sensitive and wanted Allison to try and hypnotize her. So, as it was, it was Carol and her family, my group, Allison and Tina, Traci and Conni and the couple all smushed in the very small living room of the house. We were all quite skepitcal and anxious to see what would happen. Allison started the process, and suddenly the Train went by. Traci's face changed and her voice changed and she started crying, Allison guided her through the events of that night, Traci told us she was Katherine( the Moore girl) it was very graphic and you could tell she was so frightened, we were all in tears and in shock, but we stopped the process before Katherine had to relive her own death. The room was silent. and suddenly so ICE cold, d now remember, there are 18 people in this small room and it was not cold out. All of a sudden Michaela said omg there is a little boy sitting on my lap. she felt the sensation and weight of this little person sitting on her lap. IT was reallyquite moving and life changing.
We all went back to the city center and tried to sleep, anyone who says that they did not dream about the house that night are probably not telling the truth, as the house calls you back time and time again. and i did to back, time ... and time....again!
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anyhow thats beside the point. But thinking of my sweet
wow, the year 2012. remember when everyone thought the world was going to end in 2000?
The New Year started out on a sad note at work, when one of my patients went to Heaven. It was a
sad day for his family but a joyous day for his wife who was on the other side waiting for him. We
felt her come to help him cross over. Why is death such a sad thing?
I have come along way since witnessing my first death. Being a paranormal investigator has taught me so
much about life, death, spirituality. etc, Besides being a P.I. I also do energy healings. It is called Quantum Touch. My
teachers told me it was likened to Reiki on steroids. I am a natural at it. However, I totally feel that its God channeling the healing through
my hands. It has made me a better person. but....sometimes my curiosity does get the best of me!!!!!.
Ask and you shall receive? I had always wondered what it was like to cross over what it would feel like, wishing my time
would come soon.
Being a nurse I am around alot of illness and death. The fall/winter of 2010 I was working at a hospital near Sacramento. I floated down to
a floor in the middle of the night and took over a patient was was actively dying. The nurse that I took over for said the patient had not changed all shift.
Same vital signs etc. I said to the charge nurse about 5 am. I said I think I am going to go into that room and send that man to heaven.
I walked in, his family around him. his Vital signs were stil the same and his breathing was the same, I put my had on his forhead and told him it was ok
to go, within 5 minutes the patient crossed over, so fast, so peacefully. I wondered in my energy had something to do with helping him go.
I will never know. The next night, another nurse had a patient who was actively dying. She was busy and the IV was beeping so I went in
to fix it. I then sat next to the patient and when her nurse came in I felt it was time to call the family. Her nurse and I sat with her waiting for her family to come,
She took her last breath and her heart had stopped on the monitor and her family was not there yet. Her nurse said " oh milly we wish you could
have waitied for your family, she then took a breath and the other nurses came back in and said that her heart was beating and showing
on the monitor again. within minutes as i was holding her hand, i felt like i left my body and was getting sucked into this tunnel, Irene ( her nurse) had to shake me
to bring me back and to let me know the patient had again passed. I feel like I escorted her into the light. I sometimes wonder how far I would have went
had Irene not shook me back into my body. Day 3. ( this one has a bit of history behind it) when i first started working at this hospital
I have a young patient ( in her 60's) who was newly diagnosed with Lung cancer. We just totally hit it off and enjoyed each others company.
Over the 3 months that I was there she was in and out of the hospital but I never was assigned to her again. Until this night. She was scheduled
to go home the next day on hospice. I walked in and both her and her daughter told me they thought there was a reason i was her nurse that night.
throughout the night she deteriorated and we called in her son. It was getting close to the end of my shift and so we told her, that if she really wanted
me to be there when she went to heaven that she had to go before 7 am. her Vitals signes never changed, just her level of consciousness, however,
at 0648 she took her last breath, with her daughter son and myself at her bedside. Her daughter says she wanted me there when she died.
It was meant to be.
Dying is a part of life, we never want to lose the people we love. But to know they are going to a special place just brings me such peace.
I do not know what my energy means or exactly how it works, but I consider it a gift from God.
Next time a loved one is going to pass away. Try to be there, and be still, be aware of the energy shifts in the room. Let them know that you will
be ok and will always love them and miss them but its ok to go. Its the best gift you can give them and yourself.
Happy 2012
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Anney Horn
Lead Investigator & Sensitive
P.R.I.S.M. - Paranormal Research & Investigative Studies Midwest
Merry Christmas Everybody,
Another Christmas has come and gone, another one to chalk up to some great memories. My dad and brother traveled from ND to spend Christmas with me. My brother is very interested in the paranormal and quite proud of what I do but refuses to go ghosting with me. He was very engrossed in Ghost Adventurers the other night so I tried to talk him into taking a little late night trip up to Oatman, AZ. An old mining town 11 miles east of Bullhead City. He blatantly refused. HA. However, it sparked a not so distant memory of when a friend of mine decided to go up on a star filled sky night a few months back. The trip up there is on a gravel road, that winds through the mountains. We found a spot where we both felt tingly and disconbobulated, continued on to the very DARK town of Oatman. Oatman closes all doors to all businesses by 5 pm, except the old Oatman hotel which I believe closes at 6 pm. So yes, its pretty much deserted. So standing in front of the Oatman Hotel we tried to get Oatie ( the hotels ghost) to come out and play. We werent getting any activity and it was getting late so we decided to leave and invited Oatie to come home with us. Well it seems he did, and my friend had some unexplained activity in his apartment for about a week after the fact, he asked me to take Oatie back. So one nice day, I invited my friend Cathy andher 12 year old daughter to go for a drive to Oatman to take Oatie home. Well, wouldnt you know it? On the drive over, Cathy felt the same thing we had felt that night in the exact same spot. So, wondering if it isn't some sort of vortex? Anyhow, continuing on., so ... we were in the Oatman Hotel, having a snack, I had Burro ears and a beer, and the ears come with some dipping sauce in a small condiment cup. We were trying to talk to Oatie and decided he wasn't there and maybe he was never there and there is no ghost. The next thing I knew was my hand was cold and wet and I said " what the h*&l am I doing? Cathy said I "checked out" and picked up my beer and poured in in my condiment cup and all over me and the table. I have no recollection of it other then my hand was cold and wet and I wasted a good beer. Guess Oatie was there after all and got a good laugh at my expense.. I know we did
Until 2012 Have a good one and thanks for listening.
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Anney Horn
Lead Investigator & Sensitive
P.R.I.S.M. - Paranormal Research & Investigative Studies Midwest
Last weekend I had the opportunity to meet some hometown folks from ND in Las Vegas. They were in town for the NFR. As we were sitting there talking I had a flash memory. When I was younger and lived in Rural ND ( like there is anything other then Rural ND ) Haha. anyhow. I lived in this old farm house. It was my husband, and toddler and myself. Well this girl Lexi, was a new born and her mom and dad wanted to go camping so I agreed to babysit for 4 days. So, bear with me this is what triggered the memory.
A couple of weeks before we moved to this farm house, my friend was killed on a 3 wheeler. It was an accident yet something always did not ring right with me, about it. The night he died I woke up and saw him standing over me. I screamed, I knew he was dead, but did not understand anything about spirits and why he might be there at this time. Fast forward to moving into this farm house. It was a big 4 bedroom house, I loved everything about it, except.... being in it. I always felt like i was being watched. The windows were old and wouldnt stay up on there own so we had blocks of wood to hold them open. ND is notorious for some wicked thunderstorms and one night during one of these storms, all of the windows slammed shut at the same time. All of the blocks of wood were found together stacked nicely. Why werent they scattered on the floor?
The house was so uncomfortable that I wouldnt be in it by myself. I busied myself with outdoor things, like cats and dogs and rabbitss, my pig. etc. And when it came time to babysit Lexi, I had a friend come stay with us. we all slept in the living room, and had the baby inbetween us. Needless to say it was a sleepless time of my life.
Thank you Lexi for triggering my memory of that very scary time of my life..
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Anney Horn
Lead Investigator & Sensitive
P.R.I.S.M. - Paranormal Research & Investigative Studies Midwest
