Once again we found ourselves in my home state, this time in the town of Geneva. The more I explore New York, the more I appreciate it. It may be known as the Empire State (the Star Wars geek in me revels in that fact), but so much of it is "Small Town, USA" that people forget there is more to New York than Manhattan and the stereotypical Italian/NY accent. But while I'm in this New York state of mind, let's delve into this case.
|Charged with battery|
|No shirt, no shoes, no evidence|
|"It touched you, where?!"|
It had been a cold winter thus far and Detroit was no exception. The sun shone brightly each day, but offered no warmth to our traveling cadre of Collectors. Having just come from the beaches and the heat of Puerto Rico, we were not in the best of spirits to deal with the temperatures of the North. John had been to Fort Wayne before and he told us tales of the activity there - the fact that things had taken a darker turn made us put aside our desire for comfort and got our heads in the game.
|Sun that offers no warmth|
|Sneaking Sally through the alley|
Here is a bonus scene depicting one of those chases:
|Fort Chon John|
• More scenes you didn't see: inside the jail house, it seems like we came in, then immediately ran back out after the shadow again. We spent a considerable amount of time in there doing EVP sessions, a ghost box session as well as deploying a few REM pods and a REM pad. In addition to the pencils in the office falling to the floor, a pile of wood near the furnace fell as well. Was it a sign from beyond or merely gravity? I concluded it was the latter, but the timing of all the things falling was intriguing. We also kept hearing banging noises on the walls. We thought that perhaps it was a tree branch hitting the side of the building or a (very heavy) squirrel on the roof. I even went outside to see if I could reproduce those noises by banging on the walls and windows, but it did not match up. The first night Chris and I investigated in there and the second night we returned with Jason. Remember, just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it didn't happen! :)
Speaking of things unseen, there was a tank parked nearby that I very much wanted to get into. I saw it but never got close to it, much less in it. Equip that bad boy with some EMF meters and a particle thrower and I'd be ready to take on any urban terrain investigation!
|Living in a box|
I think that's all I have to say about these two cases for the time being. It's been too long since I've assembled a blog entry so it's still coming out a bit rusty. You'd think my stint in Writer's Jail would have oiled those literary gears in my brain to turn a bit faster, but I think I'm still warming up. I'll be going back to write entries for the first half of this season as well as going back to finish the entries from last season. Hey, what do you expect? We're not even out on DVD, this might be the only extra content you ever see from Haunted Collector. Hmm, we're going to have to do something about that...
See you next week, for "Shadow Boxer/ Ghost Storm".