This house was probably at least 1 acre big. It had black wrought irong fences and gates - yes gates. One gate leads to an upbhill driveway, the other gate leads to at least 30 steps to the front door. The gates are oddly, always open - both the driveway and the front gates which allows us very easy access.
The front yard is terraced with different fruit trees and flowers - yes it was a nice property. We were even chased down by big dogs in the property which caused myself and my friends to run and seek shelter up the fruit trees of its garden.
I've never been inside the house itself. The closest I've ever been to the house was when I was halfway through the 30-something steps that leads to the front door and I didn't have the guts to venture even more, in a way, I was scared of what might wait for me and I knew to some degree, that I was invading someone else's space.
One of the memorable incidents that has happened was when during one of our visits, we met a young man probably in his late teens and a young boy probably around my age who were Hari Krishnas. I can't help staring at their shaved head saved for one lock of hair towards the middle. They were talking to us in English, and I was the only person amongst my friends at that time who were comfortable enough to carry a conversation in English.
They both lead us to the side of their property where we saw a tree with hanging roots/vines. Pretty soon, my friends were happily swinging the vines like frisky monkeys :D. The young man somehow produced a sterling kettle and fished out these cake-like things that were sweet and moist. I think it had some brown sugar and coconut and I remember my friends and I eating them and so did the young boy. My suspicious young mind had to ask him though:
"...so what happens when we eat this?" , after I've had completed consuming this cake.
"You'll turn into a Hari Krishna." , and I couldn't explain the hopelessness and despair that came over me. My friends heard it too and slowly we started to run out of there, leaving the boy and the young man by the tree. We ran down the steps, into the streets, to our respective houses. I burst into my bedroom and fell in bed and I let the tears come out , praying:
" Dear God, I don't want to be a Hari Krishna, you are my only God, I am so sorry, I don't want to be a Hari Krishna...."
hahahahahahahahahaha
So I can't remember ever going there after that. But it didn't stop me from seeking out every ghost story / haunted places that I can stumble upon...
A year ago, I was given a chance to be a part of this group called California Delta Paranormal. I am greatful to have great mentors such as Will, Devin and Deb. We are kicking off our second year with more opportunities to help homeowners and business ownsers, make sense of their experiences. We are looking to offer either a natural/logical explanation of their experiences or the verify that what they are experiencing are indeed paranormal.
One year and 30-something investigations later, I know I still have a lot to learn. We were recently featured in Coco County's magazine called 110 in their October issue, much to my excitement. This article is written by Ms. Andrea Stuart. I would like to thank her for allowing us to also investigate her residence. If you get a hold of this issue, you can see my arm and the back of my head in one of the photos :D - my one claim to fame hehehehe.
We will have an investigation tomorrow at the Ryde Hotel in Walnut Grove. I wonder what other things that bump in the night awaits us there.
Tomorrow too is our "wear-your-favorite-band" shirt day at work to promote "rockstar" services to our customers.
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