Ghost at the La Belle Bed & Breakfast

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So many ghost stories, center around New Orleans, but we have our own ghost and culture for the country folks in, Picayune, MS.  At the Bed and Breakfast which is no longer a B&B, this beautiful home was constructed in 1904 as a private residence, a boarding house, and at one point brunch to Sunday worshippers from nearby churches.

When Penny and Linden(no last name) bought the place it was in horrible condition. They worked for months, and when you first walk in the wall paper you’ll see in the pictures are now back to the original paper. The old wood walls has been restored, and the B&B is beautiful for visitors as well as the owners giving you a country welcome, and a spoiling. The thing is, the old place has more than the great owners. There is a smoker in the bathroom. A customer reported to Penny once, I swear I haven’t smoked in your bathroom, but somebody did. Penny remarked… Ahh, it’s just my ghost, If you tell it to leave … the cigarette smoke dissolves.

Another event, was a woman’s slippers were moved when she awakened the next morning. She put her slippers back on the floor straight, and later when she returned to her room, again the slippers were askew. She reported the drama to Penny and Linden, who just shrug their shoulders and said, ahh pay it no never-mind, it’s just our ghost.

A woman pulled up with anther woman for some function, and the driver happened to be a sensitive. The passenger jumped out and said, “let’s go.” And the driver replied upset, and anxious. “NO, I don’t think I’ll be coming in. There something in that house.” She told Penny how the woman reacted.

All was done with a friendly smile and replied with humor. “There is nothing to be afraid of.. it’s just my friendly ghost.”

One night, Penny woke up in the middle of the night running to the kitchen thinking she left a roast in the oven. The closer she was to the kitchen the smell of a roast cooking dissipated into nothingness. This has happened on more than one occasion.

I know all of this to be true. I never seen a ghost before, but I have house sat for 2 different Christmas’s. The first Christmas was uneventful, but the second. I bought blue slippers(seems the ghost had a preference.) nothing happened. But, when I made the bed in the other room. Every time I passed, it looked like someone had lay upon the coverlet with the indention of a body, even on the pillow. I went into the room repeatedly to repair the bed only to return to the same disorder. (I loved it.)

I would run over once and awhile to help Penny clean the place if someone special was coming over, and I would talk to the ghost. I’ve always wanted to see one, and I thought. They can tell how much I love the place. Surely they will let me see them. But to my heartache. I never received the honor, just the honor of the shadows of their presence.

I was working at my job, and Linden came in looking for me. He told me, I have something to talk to you about. So I came from behind the counter, and thinking something was wrong immediately fear raced down my spine. I asked him in a choked voice as the hairs raised at the base of my neck, and it alerted the goose-bump squad to come to attention if everything was ok?

Linden grabbed my forearms and looked at me. “your going to be upset.”

I gulped a sick feeling hit my stomach as if I turned into gusher volcano about to erupt. I said, “Ok, tell me.”

He then begin his tale… I was sitting watching Television in the back area, and when he looked up he seen the old woman coming from the hallway and she walked through the French Doors. I almost died in jealousy, but I was tickled at the same time. I wanted to run over and go say  I want to see, please. In one of the pictures you’ll see the French Doors, she was coming towards you.

So here is my story, and a few pictures of a beautiful haunted B&B in Picayune.

Fear Cage/Phantasy Friday

I’m back on a paranormal kick! Our paranormal investigation group has some really interesting cases coming up, so I thought I’d share another investigative technique with you.

I always try to reiterate legitimate paranormal investigators are first and foremost debunkers. It’s never a case of blind acceptance of evidence. We go at any suspected paranormal activity every way we can to disprove it. And usually we do. Disprove it, that is. For only approximately 2% of all documentable evidence can we not find a physical reason for its occurence. That means we suffer a lot of disappointment, a lot of self defeat. But when we can’t disprove something after subjecting it to every conceivable test  . . .  that’s when the hundreds upon hundreds of work hours invested become worthwhile!

Paranormal investigation is slowly being aided by the realm of science in the form of technical tools, and with these tools is gaining credibility. When people come at me with disparagement, I remind them of Ptolemy and Galileo. Ptolemy was the mathematician who first put forth the theory of the galaxy and rotation of the planets in set orbits around a single celestial body.  Brilliant fellow, Ptolemy. And he almost had it right.

But when Galileo had the nerve to suggest our galaxy revolved around the sun, rather than the planets revolving around our Earth as Ptolemy’s theory set forth (We sure are a self-important bunch, aren’t we?), poor ol’ Galileo was imprisoned by the Church for heresy.  Had to be rough on the old boy to serve prison time for being right, while publicly labeled a non-believer and heretic by the Pope. Now I would never in a million years compare myself to Galileo. I only wish I had his mental capacity. But if such a misunderstanding could happen with someone like him, it could happen in other situations. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. Knowledge increases every day; even if it makes us uncomfortable at first.

One of these tools is an EMF detector, a hand-held device that accurately measures electrical flux in the environment, called Electro Magnetic Fields. We sweep for and log static (constant) EMF’s we find. Only randomly occurring or wildly spiking EMF’s are attributed to paranormal activity. To scientifically explain the effect EMF’s can cause with the neurons of the brain would take too long here, so suffice it to say there are certain people who are extremely susceptible to electro magnetic fields. When most reported paranormal activity repeatedly occurs in a single specific spot, we have to consider the possibility we’re dealing with someone susceptible to these fields.

You see, in a minute number of individuals, even mild EMF’s can actually trigger brain activity, producing visual and audio hallucinations. (In fairness, I’d like to point out there have actually been EMF’s strong enough to produce mass hallucination, such as those on a ranch in Arizona.)

And these fields can be created by many things. Innocent seeming things. If someone experiences unsettling sights and sounds only in bed, we meticulously examine that environment before going further. It’s possible for the bedside electric alarm clock on one table, CD player on the other side of the bed, and ceiling fan overhead to produce a distinct triangular electro magnetic field. The person in the bed is in the middle. When this particular type of static field occurs, since the person is literally “caged” by the electrical influence and it produces frightening hallucinations, it’s referred to as a Fear Cage.

Most of you know my house is haunted. We’ve lived with activity for years.  And it’s random enough to exclude the “Fear Cage” theory. We’ve also caught EVP’s (ghostly voices) on tape. A few days ago one of my “guests” made herself known to my grandson in a very audible way. We were in the kitchen when a girl’s voice neither of us recognized clearly said a quick, cheery “Hello, hello!” My grandson’s eyes got huge and he asked “Mawmaw! Did you hear that?”

We checked outside immediately for a physical visitor, then searched the house. We were the only two here. He was understandably bothered by it. So I took the time to explain the Bible tells us there are worlds. Worlds, in the plural. That maybe, just maybe, like listening to a particular radio station when another station bleeds over it, there are worlds we’re unaware of that bleed over one another from time to time. He settled down after thinking about that.

Is their another ghostly world around us? I investigate because I want to find out. All I know for sure is I’ll never consciously try to drag God down to my pitiful level of understanding. Learned that lesson from Ptolemy and Galileo. I strongly believe God gives us knowledge as we’re ready for it. He says we’re to seek Him out in all things.

I’m seeking. And if I’m ready for it, I’m open to Him showing me what He wants me to know.

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