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Showing posts with label skeptic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skeptic. Show all posts
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Nocturne Society Update for August Posted
Posted a brand new Nocturne Society episode for August. Here I discuss what's happened since I've been gone, the new format of the Nocturne Society, and my new philosophy on the paranormal. It's a little over 10 minutes so I hope you have time to give it a look.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
We Want To Know Your Thoughts
I really want to seriously consider doing a podcast or maybe a YouTube Live stream about paranormal topics but only if it involves you. Take a look at the video below and let me know if this is something you'd be interest to see.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
The Sad Truth of My Paranormal Belief
I've always
considered myself a skeptic but open to the possibilities of something else out
there. However in recent years I felt stupid for believing in anything outside
the realm of science. I blame people
like Neil deGrasse Tyson and shows like SciShow and Vsauce for swaying me
towards the side of logical thinking.
Recently for
my job I needed to do some research on haunted locations and realized how much
I missed it all. I love reading about scary
tales and locations that are thought to be haunted. It’s just plain fun. I would love to bring back the Nocturne
Society web page and be involved again. But for me the veil has been lifted so
it would all be for novelty and fun of the paranormal rather than the image
most paranormal groups try to project of hard researchers looking for answers. Frankly that is one of the things that drove
me away.
Paranormal
research groups are always so hilarious.
They talk about hauntings like they can categorize them, “This is a
residual haunting. This is an intelligent haunting. Ghosts are usually the
result of unsolved business or a tragic event.”
It’s all such crap. Nobody has
proven anything at all. So these “rules”
they come up with are all made up bullshit that is accepted as facts. But there are no facts…..at all. There is no proof……at all. The paranormal is all creepy feelings and
unexplained experiences of the people reporting it. That doesn't mean it's not fun to speculate and talk about. But lets extinguish all scientific logic before grasping for paranormal causes.
Feedback is very welcome.
Feedback is very welcome.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Too Jumpy
Here is a good example of what happened when to people
bounce emotions off each other during an investigation. If you watch the entire
sequence you can see how they escalate to the point at 20:51 when he loses it
completely. You really need to keep a cool head out there.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
TOP5s Creepiest Ghost Sightings
Hey my friend over at the Top5s YouTube channel asked me to share a video I really enjoyed. The unique thing about it is the #1 video was recorded by him! Please note the shadow and footsteps are a hologram he admits however the consistent phone interference is unexplained. Check it out!
Nocturne Society Going Away? Please Help!
Yeah, I really haven't been keeping the site up to date. This is mainly due to my uncertainty with the subject. I've become much more interested in science in the past few years and science doesn't really mesh well with the supernatural. I still find the subject fun however more as a source of entertainment than actual "search for the truth" that all these other sites claim.
Recently I received a notice that my domain needs renewed and I'm thinking of letting it go. I'm not even sure if anyone reads the site anymore. If there is real interest I will keep it however if not I don't see a need.
If you would like to see the site continue and get regular updates send me an email or post a comment on the this blog. The deadline is April. The email is thenocturnesociety@gmail.com.
Recently I received a notice that my domain needs renewed and I'm thinking of letting it go. I'm not even sure if anyone reads the site anymore. If there is real interest I will keep it however if not I don't see a need.
If you would like to see the site continue and get regular updates send me an email or post a comment on the this blog. The deadline is April. The email is thenocturnesociety@gmail.com.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Short Ghost Story
Tonight we've got a nice little true short story for you called The Sleep Watcher. Hope you enjoy it.
My grandparents lived in a two-story farmhouse about 5 miles outside of a sleepy Iowa town. The house was up on a hill surrounded by their farmland, and a sizable yard with deep ditches. I would help my grandparents mow lawn. I, of course, got the rougher job of mowing those ditches and trimming with the push mower. There were other things I’d rather be doing on a summer day, but they paid me and my grandfather always kept the fridge stocked with soda, so I didn't mind.
Once school started they would pick me up from school and I would stay the night there. The second floor of the house had two bedrooms and one large room between them. In one of the bedrooms there was a bed, desk, and dresser so if I had homework I’d often do it up there. It was nice because I didn't have my own room at home. However, when it got late my grandparents would always call me to come downstairs and sleep on the couch. I found this strange. I would ask them why I couldn't just sleep in the room upstairs and they always said, “we just want you down here with us.” This went on for several months.
One day back at my house I was having a conversation with my mother about the next time I needed to go out and mow their lawn. So I decided to ask her if she knew why I always had to sleep on the couch when there was a perfectly good bed upstairs. She said, “Because at night there is a man that watches you sleep.” She just blurted it out as casual as can be.
I said, “there’s a WHAT? A man?”
“Well it’s not really a man, it’s a ghost or something,” she said.
“ You've seen it?” I asked.
She said, “Yes, it’s been there since I was a little girl. My sister and I had to move our room downstairs because we just couldn't sleep up there.”
“Yeah right,” I replied.
She then said, “Well if you don’t believe me ask your father. When we first got married we stayed up there for a few months until we found a home. He saw it too.” So I ran off to talk to my father.
Now my father is a no nonsense person. I’d even say grumpy. He never had time for “ghost crap.” I walked into his workshop across the road, went into his office and sat down on a chair. He is a wood carver and was whittling away on his current job.
Without stopping he soon said, “Well, what do you want?”
So I asked, “Is there a man in grandma’s upstairs that watches you sleep?
He stopped, put down his tools and said, “I don’t want to talk about that.” He then took a drink of coffee and went back to whittling. Evidently the conversation was over about that subject.
Something that interesting wasn't going to leave my mind so easily. In the weeks to come I asked my father the same question over and over. Finally it paid off and the old man cracked.
He said, “Fine, I’ll tell you but after I do you won’t want to stay at your grandparents house again.” I braced myself and he continued. “As your mom said we stayed there when we first got married. I had heard about the thing in the attic and I thought it was a bunch of crap. But one night at about three in the morning your mother shook me awake and said, ‘Mike, there it is.’ I opened my eyes and it looked so much like a man standing there that I lunged at it to tackle him I just went through it and fell onto the floor.” Being a kid that was enough for me. I even stopped doing homework up there. But that’s not the end of the story.
Years later after I grew up and moved out, my parents got a divorce. My grandfather had passed away by then and my mother moved in with my grandmother into the farmhouse. My youngest sister Annie was still in high school at the time and moved in with them as well. She stayed in a small room just under the stairs to the second floor. In fact you could see the underside of the stairway going through the room. Annie was having a hard time sleeping in that room because she would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs all night. Unfortunately I was living 2000 miles away at the time and couldn't go check it out.
One night when she was home alone, Dad received a call from Annie asking if he could come get her. She said she was scared alone out there because someone was pounding on the door. My father assumed that a salesman had stopped by and scared her. He realized he had a few things to do first and called her back to tell her but there was no answer. Fearing something had happened he raced out. As he was driving up to the house he saw her sitting in the yard.
He got out and said, “you know Annie generally if you’re scared because someone is pounding on the door you don’t go outside.”
She said, “No, not the front door. Someone was pounding on the door to the upstairs!” My father went in and searched but of course found nothing. To this day I wonder what she would have seen if she had opened the door.
A couple years later I moved back to the area. Unfortunately by then my grandmother moved into town and my mother had the place torn down and built a new home where the old one stood. My mother happily said there was nothing spooky happening in her new place. So I thought it was all over. However my other sister Heather had done something kind of silly before the home was demolished.
Heather said she felt bad for the ghost. So when they were cleaning out the furniture she went upstairs and said out loud, “This house is going to be torn down. If you want you can come home with me.” Why she did this is beyond me. I guess she always did have a soft heart. Later the house was gone and all was quiet.
Many months later my sister started waking up at night to hear her toddler talking to someone. She’d ask him to whom he was talking and he’d always say, “Monster.” Then one night she saw it. She opened her eye and there he was standing in the doorway. She said she sat up startled and it would just fade away. She claimed she didn't mind because she felt it wouldn't hurt her.
Then one night she woke up to her teenage daughter screaming. She ran into her room and found her hysterical because she saw a man in her room. Heather tried to tell her she didn't think it was going to hurt anyone but she refused to sleep in her room. Finally after a couple days she got her to go back and then it happened again. This was getting to be a bit much.
Heather had taken a few things from the old house before they tore it down and one thing was a desk and shelves unit that she planned to refinish. One day she went out the garage to get started on the project and she got a strange feeling like someone was there, followed by a loud buzzing in her ear. She decided to check out where the desk came from so she called my grandmother. Come to find out the desk was in the house when my grandparents moved in and was the only thing that remained of the original home. This gave her the feeling that she had a little leverage. So she went back out and started scraping old paint off the desk. Soon the buzzing started again.
She dropped the tools and yelled out loud, “Stop it now! I’m not going to destroy it. I’m refinishing it and plan on moving it inside. But if you don’t stop scaring my children I’m going to smash it and throw it in the trash!” Heather has not had a single thing happen since then.
Why was the ghost apparently trapped in the attic? Was he clinging to the final piece of his beloved home? I went to Heather’s house and stayed the night a couple time but never saw a thing. I guess the threat did the trick for now. At least until someone else gets the desk.
My grandparents lived in a two-story farmhouse about 5 miles outside of a sleepy Iowa town. The house was up on a hill surrounded by their farmland, and a sizable yard with deep ditches. I would help my grandparents mow lawn. I, of course, got the rougher job of mowing those ditches and trimming with the push mower. There were other things I’d rather be doing on a summer day, but they paid me and my grandfather always kept the fridge stocked with soda, so I didn't mind.
Once school started they would pick me up from school and I would stay the night there. The second floor of the house had two bedrooms and one large room between them. In one of the bedrooms there was a bed, desk, and dresser so if I had homework I’d often do it up there. It was nice because I didn't have my own room at home. However, when it got late my grandparents would always call me to come downstairs and sleep on the couch. I found this strange. I would ask them why I couldn't just sleep in the room upstairs and they always said, “we just want you down here with us.” This went on for several months.
One day back at my house I was having a conversation with my mother about the next time I needed to go out and mow their lawn. So I decided to ask her if she knew why I always had to sleep on the couch when there was a perfectly good bed upstairs. She said, “Because at night there is a man that watches you sleep.” She just blurted it out as casual as can be.
I said, “there’s a WHAT? A man?”
“Well it’s not really a man, it’s a ghost or something,” she said.
“ You've seen it?” I asked.
She said, “Yes, it’s been there since I was a little girl. My sister and I had to move our room downstairs because we just couldn't sleep up there.”
“Yeah right,” I replied.
She then said, “Well if you don’t believe me ask your father. When we first got married we stayed up there for a few months until we found a home. He saw it too.” So I ran off to talk to my father.
Now my father is a no nonsense person. I’d even say grumpy. He never had time for “ghost crap.” I walked into his workshop across the road, went into his office and sat down on a chair. He is a wood carver and was whittling away on his current job.
Without stopping he soon said, “Well, what do you want?”
So I asked, “Is there a man in grandma’s upstairs that watches you sleep?
He stopped, put down his tools and said, “I don’t want to talk about that.” He then took a drink of coffee and went back to whittling. Evidently the conversation was over about that subject.
Something that interesting wasn't going to leave my mind so easily. In the weeks to come I asked my father the same question over and over. Finally it paid off and the old man cracked.
He said, “Fine, I’ll tell you but after I do you won’t want to stay at your grandparents house again.” I braced myself and he continued. “As your mom said we stayed there when we first got married. I had heard about the thing in the attic and I thought it was a bunch of crap. But one night at about three in the morning your mother shook me awake and said, ‘Mike, there it is.’ I opened my eyes and it looked so much like a man standing there that I lunged at it to tackle him I just went through it and fell onto the floor.” Being a kid that was enough for me. I even stopped doing homework up there. But that’s not the end of the story.
Years later after I grew up and moved out, my parents got a divorce. My grandfather had passed away by then and my mother moved in with my grandmother into the farmhouse. My youngest sister Annie was still in high school at the time and moved in with them as well. She stayed in a small room just under the stairs to the second floor. In fact you could see the underside of the stairway going through the room. Annie was having a hard time sleeping in that room because she would hear footsteps going up and down the stairs all night. Unfortunately I was living 2000 miles away at the time and couldn't go check it out.
One night when she was home alone, Dad received a call from Annie asking if he could come get her. She said she was scared alone out there because someone was pounding on the door. My father assumed that a salesman had stopped by and scared her. He realized he had a few things to do first and called her back to tell her but there was no answer. Fearing something had happened he raced out. As he was driving up to the house he saw her sitting in the yard.
He got out and said, “you know Annie generally if you’re scared because someone is pounding on the door you don’t go outside.”
She said, “No, not the front door. Someone was pounding on the door to the upstairs!” My father went in and searched but of course found nothing. To this day I wonder what she would have seen if she had opened the door.
A couple years later I moved back to the area. Unfortunately by then my grandmother moved into town and my mother had the place torn down and built a new home where the old one stood. My mother happily said there was nothing spooky happening in her new place. So I thought it was all over. However my other sister Heather had done something kind of silly before the home was demolished.
Heather said she felt bad for the ghost. So when they were cleaning out the furniture she went upstairs and said out loud, “This house is going to be torn down. If you want you can come home with me.” Why she did this is beyond me. I guess she always did have a soft heart. Later the house was gone and all was quiet.
Many months later my sister started waking up at night to hear her toddler talking to someone. She’d ask him to whom he was talking and he’d always say, “Monster.” Then one night she saw it. She opened her eye and there he was standing in the doorway. She said she sat up startled and it would just fade away. She claimed she didn't mind because she felt it wouldn't hurt her.
Then one night she woke up to her teenage daughter screaming. She ran into her room and found her hysterical because she saw a man in her room. Heather tried to tell her she didn't think it was going to hurt anyone but she refused to sleep in her room. Finally after a couple days she got her to go back and then it happened again. This was getting to be a bit much.
Heather had taken a few things from the old house before they tore it down and one thing was a desk and shelves unit that she planned to refinish. One day she went out the garage to get started on the project and she got a strange feeling like someone was there, followed by a loud buzzing in her ear. She decided to check out where the desk came from so she called my grandmother. Come to find out the desk was in the house when my grandparents moved in and was the only thing that remained of the original home. This gave her the feeling that she had a little leverage. So she went back out and started scraping old paint off the desk. Soon the buzzing started again.
She dropped the tools and yelled out loud, “Stop it now! I’m not going to destroy it. I’m refinishing it and plan on moving it inside. But if you don’t stop scaring my children I’m going to smash it and throw it in the trash!” Heather has not had a single thing happen since then.
Why was the ghost apparently trapped in the attic? Was he clinging to the final piece of his beloved home? I went to Heather’s house and stayed the night a couple time but never saw a thing. I guess the threat did the trick for now. At least until someone else gets the desk.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Main Site Has Returned!!!
I've decided to return the main site at www.nocturnesociety.com. I'll still keep this blog up for quick stories and options. but Woo hoo!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The New Jersey Devil
The interesting thing about it is that to hoax these footprints a person would have to be on the roof leaving your own footprints. The only way this could have been hoaxed would be to be suspended above the roof or created using a long pole of some sort. Regardless the witnesses were interviewed on the third season of Monsterquest and subjected to a polygraph exam, which found them to be telling the truth.
More information can be found at The Devil Hunters
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Hornet Spook Light
The spook light is often described as a will-o-the-wisp or earth light, a glow orb moving around the forest. The one in this area is reported being seen as far back as 1866 and still can be seen today. It has been chased and vanishes, it has been shot at with no effect, it has passed through people's vehicles and they describe feeling heat radiating from it. It also have been reported in different colors of orange to blue as well as more than one appearing at a time.
Some feel it is a spirit and there are many legends as to who's spirit it is which seem to revolve around the locate Indian tribes. One says it's an Osage Indian chief that had been beheaded and the light is his torch as he searches for his head. Another is that its two two Quapaw Indian children who died in the area.
There have been many attempts by individuals as well as professional groups to investigate the cause of this light that ranges from the size of a basketball and larger but no solid answer has been found. The most realistic explanation is that it's automobile headlights and watching modern video of the spook light certainly gives that appearance however sightings go back well before autos filled the roads in this area. Seems like a fairly easy theory to test since we all have cars with headlights but so far this hasn't been confirmed. Some have thought it's people playing tricks or a hoax but if that's the case the people doing it are certainly devoted to the cause as we can see from the pictures it has been visible for a number of years.
The idea of will-o-the-wisps, spirit lights, or earth lights have always intrigued me, they remind me of the strange lights Bilbo saw in Mirkwood, leading him off the path. I would love to visit the are and try to see it for myself. Road trip anyone?
- C
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Stange Lights in Villisca
On one of the investigations I was invited by the Southern Wisconsin Paranormal Research Group to the town of Villisca Iowa to a house where a family was murdered with an axe. This is of course the Villisca Axe Murder House as it's now known. It was a fairly uneventful night. We had a few strange temperature readings that went from 75 degrees down to 45 then back to 75. We had an EVP that might have been the sound of a child laughing but that is open to interpretation but this thing that I found the most strange was the photo below.
One of our team was standing in the yard with a digital camera snapping pictures of the house. She was snap a picture, look at it; and if nothing look odd she would erase it and snap another. Suddenly she ran over and said, "Guys look at this." At first I thought bugs with a long exposure but this was a digital camera so I'm not sure how that would work. Also there is that bend in the stream that perfectly repeats itself in all the streams which rules out bug unless they know how to synchronise their flying. Then I thought well she was moving the camera but nothing else is motion blurred so frankly I'm stumped.
It reminds me of the "rods" crazy a few years ago that was eventually completely bunked but this isn't a single object in the frame it's a streaming line that is glowing. I have no idea if this is even the slightest bit paranormal but it is strange if nothing else.
- C
I'm a really big skeptic and especially of photos. You always need to ask the person why they were taking a picture of what they did and what were the circumstances surrounding the photo, but in this case I was standing to the right so I know what was happening.One of our team was standing in the yard with a digital camera snapping pictures of the house. She was snap a picture, look at it; and if nothing look odd she would erase it and snap another. Suddenly she ran over and said, "Guys look at this." At first I thought bugs with a long exposure but this was a digital camera so I'm not sure how that would work. Also there is that bend in the stream that perfectly repeats itself in all the streams which rules out bug unless they know how to synchronise their flying. Then I thought well she was moving the camera but nothing else is motion blurred so frankly I'm stumped.
It reminds me of the "rods" crazy a few years ago that was eventually completely bunked but this isn't a single object in the frame it's a streaming line that is glowing. I have no idea if this is even the slightest bit paranormal but it is strange if nothing else.
- C
Monday, February 21, 2011
Nocturne Society Has Returned......sort of
The Nocturne Society is a paranormal web site that has been online since 2003 however in 2009 it went offline. This was mainly die to the author going through some personal issues however he is now able to focus again on his interests again so things are on the mend. The original url has no been recovered as of yet but for those that remember the site it has been temporarially placed back online and can be viewed by clinking the link below.
For now the original site is not going to be updated so all updates will be on this blog. Also the new email address is thenocturnesociety at gmail dot com.
- Admin
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