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Haunted Pennsylvania

by Patty A. Wilson

     Recently I received a phone call from a woman I’ll call Deborah whom I had met at one of my lectures. She was calling because of a mysterious event that had happened at her daughter’s home on Mother’s Day.

     Her daughter, Ann, had invited her over to her home for a Mother’s Day dinner. Ann lives in Blair County in a beautiful home that is only about fifty years old.

     Deborah and Ann were in the kitchen cooking the meal while Deborah’s granddaughter Barbie was in the den just off the kitchen talking to them. Barbie is sixteen and she is one of the biggest skeptics that you’ll ever meet. In fact, she often teases her mother and grandmother about believing in spooks.

     While Ann cooked, Deborah suddenly saw a shadow appear over Ann’s head. The shadow seemed to grow into a dense black mass about 2 feet wide and four feet long, but irregularly shaped. What struck Deborah was that this thing was casting a shadow on the floor and her daughter’s head.

     Ann noticed the shadow, too, and looked up. The dark mass seemed to float across the room casting it’s shadow over the room as it went. Suddenly it was above Deborah’s head for just a few seconds before it was simply gone.

     The first person to break the silence was Barbie. “Did you guys see that? What was it?“ She had been standing in the doorway and saw the entire event.
Neither of the older women had any explanation. However, the event was one that Deborah could not shake. She wondered if it was her own mother who had died this past year, or her husband or even the spirit of her little boy who had died so long ago at the age of 2?

     I have no answers to her questions. In fact, I had questions for her. Did her daughter notice anything odd in the house before this event? Was this shadow accompanied by coldness?

     Deborah did tell me that she felt totally peaceful--if extremely curious--about the event.

     Anyone who has an idea about what happened to Deborah and her family is welcome to write in. I’ll keep you apprised of any future events in this house.

REDBIRD

     Though folks don’t often realize it, being a ghost chronicler is about more than telling the stories of dead people. Folks seem to feel safe coming to me with their very personal stories. These are stories of the deaths of loved ones and they are far from frightening. These stories are uplifting, and I believe that they are a major part of what any good paranormal researcher is about--helping folks to come to terms with death and to realize that it is a new beginning and now merely an end.

     Recently a young woman I know came to Scott and I with a story that I’d like to share.

     It seemed that she had been called out of state to sit with her father while he was critically ill. She was the youngest of his daughters and much younger than the sister who came to attend their father with our young friend.

     Throughout the terrible, last days of the man’s life his cancer-ridden body was terribly painful. There was really nothing left that the doctor’s could do but help to ease the pain. They sent the man home to die.

     The two women tended their father and waited for the end.

     The women noticed a little redbird in the yard sitting in the leafless bushes near the house. For the last few days the repeatedly spotted the bird. It was oddly a peaceful sense that they felt upon viewing the little creature.

     Finally the night came when the man was at last passing away. A terrible storm raged outside. The wind howled and a cold rain made it unbearable. However, our young friend found herself constantly glancing out the window to see that the redbird was still there, despite the storm.

     She and her sister turned their attention to their father until he had passed. While they were attending to the details that attend a death in the first moments after the passing the older sister’s one child called their attention to the window. The redbird was suddenly gone. For days it had kept it’s vigil despite cold, bad weather and terrible winds. It had sat through that day’s storm while it raged. But now, upon the death of the man in the house, the bird had suddenly gone. No one would see the bird again, but our friend came to believe that the redbird had been a token, an omen and a friend awaiting the death. She seemed to believe that it was a friendly spirit come to accompany her father onward.

by Patty A. Wilson

     For me it all began when I was at the Heidelberg Country Club with Scott one afternoon. One of the waitresses, Melanie, followed me into the bathroom. Now Melanie has always evidenced an interest in the paranormal before and she even directed us to a haunted home in the Altoona area. That afternoon she wanted to ask me about a report she had seen on Fox 23 News. It seemed that a reporter, I’d later learn that her name is Renee Kluk, interviewed some of the security guards who had been protecting the crash site which is known locally as The Mass Grave.

     Some of the security guards were saying that they have had experiences ranging from black shadows where no people were, to knocking on the doors and footsteps through the guard trailer. One guard actually claimed to see a full-bodied apparition.

     Melanie wanted to know if I thought that there was any truth to the stories. How could I respond? I knew virtually nothing about the story. I had never been to the crash site and had no intention of going there. I certainly didn’t want to go take photos or investigate that site. Is it haunted? Well I wouldn’t doubt it, I told her. If any people died with unresolved conflicts, those poor folks did. However, I knew nothing.

     In the following couple weeks I was told more and more from reputable sources. I finally had a researcher from Cambria County with a great reputation tell me that she was investigating the stories and they were true. She also said that someone needs to tell the story truthfully because national media has gotten hold of it and she feared that they would embellish it and turn it into something other than what it was--just a simple, classic ghost story.

     I don’t know yet where this story will go, but I have spoken to one of the security guards and I have listened to the interviews with Linda Moulton Howe on the Dreamland Network among other things, and I have to tell you that this tragedy seems to have spawned a ghost story which is simple, sad and true.