#no orbs no dots no emf at all

[omgitsbeewave]

i had no ghost orbs just uv and spirit box

it screamed in my ear

it was active touching and throwing stuff

pol- mimic.

[hopepetal]

surely a ghost or deer mumbo?

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See, Mumbo wasn’t too good at this whole haunting business. 

Sure, he was a ghost, and sure, it was his job, but he was never really good at much other than technology. And biking. He was really good at biking. Not anymore, though. Not since he–

Well. Kicked the bucket, so to speak. He didn’t really remember how it happened? But it hurt. He knew that. And now he was stuck haunting the stupid house he died in. Likely for eternity. And that, in his opinion, was enough to make anybody angry. 

So he threw things. He wailed. He mourned the life he had forgotten. He chased the new occupants of the house around. He caused the lights to flicker. He dropped the temperature of the room (not too much, though!). He played around with the new ghostly orbs at his fingertips. 

After all, if you were dead, why not have fun with it?

And he did have fun. At least, until the occupants left and he was all alone in the house once more.

It was early in the morning (or was it late at night?) the next time the door opened, and in came four men that Mumbo didn’t recognize. They were chatting loudly, carrying strange devices, and that… well, that scared Mumbo. So he faded back into the shadows and watched them.

They began setting up in the front hallway, and the buzz of electricity made Mumbo feel empowered. Enraged, too, but that was another thing. He had been working on strong emotions in therapy, when he was still alive. 

Oh! That was another thing he was good at! Strong emotions. He’d figured out after a few days dead that he could throw a plate if he was angry enough at it. So all he had to do was just focus, glare, and–

The decorative plate smashed to the ground, and a high pitched beeping made Mumbo wince. 

“EMF 5!” One of the men called out, “Scar, you got box?”

“Yep! No problem.” The man the first had addressed– Scar– turned on a static walkie talkie of sorts as another set down a crucifix (ew), a book, and a strange machine that projected green light on the walls.

All of that sent shivers up Mumbo’s non-existent spine, and he would’ve taken a deep breath if he had lungs. Curious, he stepped forward into the green light, freezing when he heard the man called Scar shriek. 

“DOTS! We got DOTS!” He fumbled to turn off the walkie talkie box thing, turning on his radio instead. “We got DOTS, guys!” 

The other three chimed in acknowledgement over the radio, having left the house when Scar began to talk through the walkie talkie. Mumbo practically ran back into the shadows, wanting to get away from whatever witchcraft that light was. 

Were these… ghost busters? Was he going to get ghost busted?! 

…okay. Maybe don’t say it like that. Anyway.

The four began talking again, but Mumbo wasn’t about to stick around to listen. He fled from the hallway, hiding in the shadows once more.

(Ask game!)

[voidendron]

PHASMOPHOBIA IS TERRIFYING YET ADDICTING AAAAAHHH

was playing it with Gham tonight and my hands are STILL shaking omg

uhhhhhh details under the cut ajskdlas;l

we're slowly getting better at pinning down the ghost types and surviving hunts

we were in one of the cabins at one point tonight, and Gham found a Ouija board in one of the rooms. we agreed not to mess with it until we nailed down what our ghost was

so we're doing that, everything's going fine, we figure out it's an obake

so I leave the cabin and I'm checking over the cameras from the van just to double-check that we had ghost orbs, and Gham suggests trying out the Ouija board

so she goes into the entryway of the cabin, kind of in the middle of it so I can see from the door, tells me to stay outside to see if I can see the ghost if/when it spawns

I can hear her reading off whatever the ghost spelled on the board, but couldn't quite make out what it was since I was outside (that board. terrified. me. I Was Not gonna be in the house when it got used)

then I hear her suddenly go "...polo? oh marco!" short pause filled with giggles "marco!" the door slams in my face and it starts hunting her

I book it to the truck to watch the emf board thingy, and shout out through the radio when the hunt's over. I run back to open the door, see Gham leave her hiding place and start running toward me-

then the door slams in my face again

(my poor character probably has a broken nose by this point, I was literally standing One The Threshold both times getting ready to run into the house)

I watch the board from the truck again, Gham somehow survives the second hunt, and books it out of the house the second I give the all-clear

I took a look through the doorway before we left, and the board was shattered, the pieces scattered all over the entryway, we decide to nope it out of there and leave (and we got our first ghost type right!)

later on, sitting in the lobby after an investigation, she casually goes "oh yeah, the Ouija board started spelling "polo" at me! so I said "marco" and it spelled "polo" again. so I said "marco" again and it started hunting"

me: "....the ghost TROLLED YOU????"

the next house, we found a monkey paw, which can grant wishes

we figure out the ghost is a myling (I nearly jumped out of my skin for the emf5 btw. I was crouched next to the piano looking at the ghost writing when it smacked the keyboard to make a bunch of horrible notes. tbh I'm surprised I even had the idea to swap to the emf reader it scared me so bad)

so naturally, Gham goes "...wanna try out the monkey paw?"

so she stands right inside the doorway while I'm outside of it watching her

her wish: "I wish to see the ghost"

instantly, the door shuts in my face (.....again), the hunt is on, and Gham revealed to me later that she was frozen in fear so just stood in front of the door. just seconds after the hunt started, I could hear her dying on the other side of the door

door opens, I grab the paw

my wish: "I wish for life"

insta-death

BUT Gham is revived, books it back to the truck, yells at me over radio to choose myling, and leaves (I didn't know I could die when I rezzed Gham, but she'd bought everything for that round beside like the flashlights and some of the cameras, so Worth It to save the stuff)

last but not least

we go to an easier house to finish up the night. we'd had three in a row right, so we just wanted to get Gham to level up again to finally be able to get our hands on the salt

everything's going fine, I'm bringing in my setup stuff to the kitchen where we discovered it was, and as I'm walking in I hear it writing in the book. perfect! ghost writing down, that narrows down our list

I set up DOTs and a camera, leave and come back with Another DOTs and camera to put on the other side of the kitchen, then eventually return with UV and a spirit box

not having luck with UV, because it's touching everything BUT the doors

anyway Gham goes out to get more supplies, I turn off the lights, turn on the spirit box, start circling the kitchen, asking questions-

spirit box answer

I yelp and yeet the spirit box on the floor while it's still on

me, over radio, Very Strained: "we got spirit box"

Gham, snickering: "noted"

me: "that thing is HORRIBLE"

Gham: "yeaaahhhh"

we're pretty sure it's a spirit by that point, pairing the evidence with the van's emf screen (which I'm. learning not to fully trust now)

unfortunately, I DC

so I tune in to Gham's stream on discord, and she decides to start playing with the tarot cards

starts pulling cards and then immediately backs out of the door

gets a few that either don't do anything, or trigger small events-

and then the hunt starts and she doesn't back out in time

runs to the nearest closet and hides there as it hunts

and hunts

and hunts

over and over, footsteps go up and down through the house, throwing things all the while

by that point she's probably at like 0 sanity because of the cards and constant hunting/being in a dark closet

she runs out at one point, opens the door, it immediately locks again and she books it back to the closet

at one point, I'm listening to the ghost and kinda go, more to myself "...that sounds like a poltie [poltergeist]" because I noticed how many things were being yeeted while it hunted. her camera nods super rapidly in agreement

eventually, she runs out again and just barely makes it out, the door slamming shut behind her to the point she literally phased through it partially. she'd managed to reach it in like the five second window it had between hunts after looking at the van emf. we're pretty sure it was just one hunt after another by that point

unfortunately with the stress of what was happening, I think she totally forgot about my comment on it being a poltergeist, since she still had spirit selected and got it wrong

I wasn't even there bc I disconnected and my heart was thundering and hands shaking

such a fun game but my poor heart

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

Watching Phasmophobia videos and thinking about how they would play lol (I know Phas only has 4 players but whatever)

Sun immediately goes into the house with the thermometer and the cameras

Moon grabs a spirit box and EMF and tries flirting with the ghost because he finds it funny

Solar is staying in the van the whole time, saying he's "Checking for ghost orbs" and "I brought all the shit anyways, I can't be the one to die in this"

Monty runs in without a flashlight acting fearless and then screams the second a hunt starts. He probably brought in a DOTS projector and a ghost writing book

Bonnie is following Moon around with a crucifix and a UV light, he's here to find the cursed item

Freddy has no clue what he's doing and is smudging every room and throwing salt everywhere

[writethelifeyouwant]

Paint It Black

Pairing: Sam x Dean 

Rating: 16+

Tags: wax play, unholy thoughts in church, incest, making out, angst

Word Count: 3.8k 

Created for: @spnkinkbingo - Wax Play Kink | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Locked In | @first-time-wincest-fest 10x16 Paint It Black 

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

The dreary grey of the Worcester sky matches the mood Sam is in as they trudge into the church on the main drag of the historic town centre. Dean is so convinced there is a case to be had here, but so far, Sam hasn’t seen any concrete proof. Just – as he had predicted – some unfortunately angled nude selfies on one of the deceased's confiscated cell phones. He had been less than pleased about that – to Dean’s endless amusement.

Sam leaves Dean with Sister Mathias to do what he does best, though Sam does have doubts about whether his brother’s charms will work on a woman sworn to celibacy in the service of Jesus Christ. Still, she wouldn’t be the most unlikely person to have succumbed to Dean’s flirting – Sam definitely holds that prize. Shaking himself from those thoughts – what a place to think about your weird incestuous crush, Jesus – fuck. Sorry, God – Sam follows the EMF meter in a circle around the perimeter of the congregational hall. The readings are consistent but low level, like a background energy of spiritual activity which, for a church, is not actually all that concerning to him. When a stronger surge registers at the entrance to a side chamber, Sam pushes at the door, happy to find it unlocked, and he ducks into the dark room after checking over his shoulder and seeing Dean standing quite a bit closer to the nun than strangers should be to each other.  

Inside, Sam can’t find the light switch, so he grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight, aiming it at the EMF metre to get a look at the readings. The spike that had registered outside the door a moment ago has died out, and only small blips are twitching the needle on its face. He shrugs to himself, but figures he may as well check out the rest of the room now he’s here. In the short beam of light from his phone, he can see stacks of bibles and hymnals, boxes of hosts, and piles of candlesticks – your typical Catholic accoutrements. A creak behind him makes Sam spin around, only to find Dean ducking into the room, looking furtive.

“Hey, man. Find anything?” Dean keeps his voice down.

“No,” Sam shakes head, holding up his EMF reader to demonstrate his lack of supernatural evidence.

“Yours broken?” Dean looks quizzically at Sam and reaches to retrieve his own from his pocket. “Mine was reading off the charts outside…” but he trails off when he sees his own metre is just as blank as Sam’s.

“Weird, right?” Sam shines his light towards Dean and makes his way back to his brother, when the light on his phone flickers and goes out.

“Dude, turn the light back on,” Dean demands in a hushed tone. Sam shakes his phone frustratedly, but he can’t get the light to reignite. His whole phone has gone dead.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters to himself, shoving it back in his jeans and carefully stepping the rest of the way to Dean. “Mine’s dead – try yours?”

“Mine’s in the car.”

“You didn’t bring your cell phone?” Sam asks, incredulous and exasperated. Dean is such a fucking idiot sometimes, it astounds him.

“Shut up,” Dean scoffs. “Let’s just get out of here.” He turns to open the door and step back into the church vestibule – but it’s stuck.

“Dude, open the door,” Sam shoves at Dean’s shoulder.

“I’m trying, dude. It’s locked.”

“You locked us in?” Sam hisses, resolving to smack Dean’s head against the door to get it open, if that’s what it takes.

“I didn’t lock us in, douchewad. I think this place is haunted – spook must’a blocked the door somehow.”

“Well, un-block it.”

“I’m trying, it won’t budge.” Dean hammers at the door, jangles the knob, kicks the baseboard – nothing. “Find some light, will ya? Can’t see a damn thing.”

Sam huffs, annoyed, but turns toward the table with the stack of candlesticks he’d seen earlier and grabs for a couple tapers. He passes one to Dean and pulls a packet of matches out of his wallet to light his, then taps the flame to Dean’s candle. Sam drops against the table, brooding, and not wild about being trapped in a small, dark room with his brother.

Things had been tense between them since Dean’s return to humanity. Sam isn’t precisely sure why, though. From his perspective, he’s relieved to have Dean back after spending so long separated and worried about whether the brother he had known had permanently dissolved into a demonic version of his former self. Dean, on the other hand, hasn’t been acting very relieved to see Sam. Sam isn’t sure what’s running through Dean’s brain these days, but whatever it is, it’s something he’s trying to keep off his brother’s radar, that much Sam’s sure of.

“So what’s your plan of action here, Rambo?”

“I don’t know, use some of your hair gel to grease the lock?” Dean snarks, crouching down to peer at the keyhole. Sam laughs reluctantly at the jibe, then hisses as a pearl of hot wax drops onto the back of his hand. Dean turns, concerned at Sam’s outburst, to see his little brother shaking his hand agitatedly. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Sam flexes his fingers to break off the wax that’s drying there. “Just dripped some wax on my hand.”

“Kinky,” Dean grins and waggles his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Sam grimaces, hoping it’s too dark for Dean to see the blush creeping up his neck. Please, God, do not let him know about…

“Ooh, touchy subject?” Dean pouts, tauntingly. “What Sammy, got a wax kink?”

“Dean, shut up,” Sam realises too late that denying it is the wrong move. He absolutely just confirmed for Dean that he does have a wax kink.

“Well, well, little brother,” Dean grins, eyes glinting like a wolf’s in the dark of the small cupboard. “Someone is more adventurous than I gave him credit for – guess church is the place for confessions, heh?”

“Dean, I swear…” Sam grits his teeth, coming up blank on a decent threat to follow up with.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Sammy.” Dean is stalking closer to Sam now, his resemblance to a predator more and more pronounced with each step towards his brother, who is inconveniently trapped against the table he’s sitting on. The candle in Dean’s hand is dripping down its body, the trails of wax building over themselves, the rivulets driving their way towards Dean’s skin. “S’just a little wax, nothing scary.”

“I’m not scared, Dean,” Sam scoffs, but his hackles are up. He’s not scared of the wax – he is scared of how his body will react if Dean drips wax onto him as he’s threatening to do right now.

“Hold out your hand.”

“What?” Sam is genuinely nonplussed.

“Hold out your hand.” Dean’s voice rumbles through the small space left between them, and Sam can’t explain it, but he obeys. Like Dean is a magnet and his body is no longer under his own control. His hand extends towards Dean, stilling in the pool of light flickering beneath the candlestick in the older man’s hand. Slowly – cautiously – Dean tips the candle, directing the flow of the wax to Sam’s outstretched fingertips. The first drops sizzle against Sam’s skin, his nerves burning from the heat of the wax and the heat of the arousal that’s blooming in his belly. Dean moves the tip of the candle to drizzle over the tender skin of Sam’s upturned wrist without needing his eyes to guide its path, because the green orbs glinting in the warm candlelight are focused solely on Sam’s hazel ones, which are watering with the effort of not flinching.

“So” –Sam can feel Dean’s words against his cheek– “do you confess?”  

Sam gulps. Looks down to the pearly splashes on his skin, outlined in blush. He looks back up to Dean, who’s standing taller than him for once because he’s still leaning against the table, and he takes a deep breath.

“Agents?” A knock sounds at the cupboard door and it creaks open, dousing the brothers in light. They fly apart, and Dean drops his candle, the flame going out against the stone floor.

“Father,” Dean squawks, brushing his hands against his trousers like he’s cleaning them off, and pushing them in his pockets. “What time do you hear confession today?”

Sam hovers to the side of the confessional, trying to look like he isn’t eavesdropping, which is difficult because he is listening to everything Dean is saying about ‘Gina’ to the surely perplexed priest. They’d agreed, after connecting the dots on the murder/suicide victims’ relationship preferences, that Dean confessing his womanising ways to Father Delaney would be decent bait for this spirit. Sam had helped Dean work out a brief ‘script’ based on the infidelities of the previous victims, and he was pleased to hear that so far, Dean had mostly stuck to plan. He surreptitiously sneaks his EMF metre out of his pocket to check if the readings had picked anything up. Small jumps are registering and disappearing so fast Sam isn’t sure he’s actually seeing them but that has to mean a spirit is listening in – right? – even if they aren’t nearby right now, maybe they can still hear Dean, who has been in there for a while now, it occurs to Sam.

Sam sidles closer to the wooden partition and listens. Dean’s voice is quieter now but he is still talking to the father.

“–there’s things, people... feelings, that I- I want to experience differently than I have before. Or, maybe even for the first time.”

What on Earth was he talking about? That was definitely not part of the script they’d agreed on, so those words must really be Dean’s. Dean’s actual confession.

“–just starting to think that … maybe there’s more to it all than I thought–”

Well, that could mean anything, Sam told himself. More to what? He jumps back to Dean’s first statement in his mind. People and feelings that he wants to experience differently. Sam can’t help but think – me. He wants to experience me differently. He wants to experience his feelings for me differently. He remembers all the times Dean has shown his utter devotion to Sam, to their bond, their family of two. How do you experience that depth of love differently? Sam can only think of one answer, and his heart jackrabbits against his ribs at the thought. Could Dean actually want him the way Sam wants Dean?

The confessional door squeaks open and Sam breaks out of his reverie and moves towards the doors of the church, but not before Dean clearly noticed that he had been standing close enough to the wooden booth to be listening in.

“How’d I do Samwise?” Dean asks under his breath, smirking as they make their way down the aisle of pews.

“Well, hopefully, jerks like you are just what our ghost is looking for,” Sam smiles tightly, distracted by his own thoughts racing around his mind, and follows Dean back to the car.

Ghost roasted to the recommended internal temperature, and promiscuous nun left permanently behind them, Sam steers the Impala onto the freeway exit and starts them on the long drive from Massachusetts back to the Bunker. Dean had opted for the passenger seat when they packed up their gear at the motel, which was Sam’s first indication that something was most definitely not right. His mind flashes back to the confession he overheard the day before. People… feelings, that I want to experience differently… or maybe even for the first time. Sam hasn’t been able to keep his brain from playing the words on a loop since he’d heard them.

“So,” Sam hums, needing to fill the silence but not knowing how to keep himself from blurting out what he desperately wants to ask, “just back home, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean nods, looking over at Sam. “You know, unless we find something else to do along the way back,” he shrugs. Sam’s brain unhelpfully supplies, I know something else we could do, before he shuts that back down again. He glances away from the road and towards his big brother, sitting sullenly beside him. Seemingly of their own accord, his eyes scan downwards, coming to rest on the view of Dean’s hand in his lap, fiddling with a loose thread on the seam of his jeans next to his zipper. They go over a pothole and Sam’s eyes slam back on the dark highway in front of them.

“You know...” Sam tugs the corners of his lips into a tight smile, trying to inject a casual levity in his voice. He can’t just let this hang, he needs to know. “You were in that confessional a long time.” He looks back to Dean, trying to judge the stony face for a reaction. Dean’s mouth gives a half hearted twitch as if to say ‘yeah, so?’, so Sam tries again. “Look man, I’m just saying… I’m your brother. If you ever need to talk about anything, with anybody, you got somebody right here next to you.” If Sam could just make Dean see that it was okay to have emotions and feelings, and it was okay to need to talk to someone about them, maybe Dean would pick him to do that with. And even if talking is all it ever is, that’s fine with Sam. All he’s ever needed is as much as Dean is willing to give him.

Sam looks at Dean again, waiting for some kind of response, but all he gets is a short, dismissive, “Okay.” He doesn’t know why he expected more from Dean the Wordless Wonder, but he decides to try again from a different angle. Whatever these things are that Dean wants to ‘experience differently’ or ‘for the first time’, Sam knows why he’s worrying about that right now.

“I heard,” Sam starts again, “what Sister Mathias was saying about, you know, hiding pain by taking on a mission and, I- I know that’s what you’re doin’, a little bit, and it’s okay” –Sam’s rambling now– “I mean, it’s fine. I get it. I’ve done it before, too. But… I don’t buy for one second that the Mark is a terminal diagnosis. So, don’t go making peace with that idea.” Sam can’t have Dean make peace with that, he can’t have him sitting back waiting to die on him, that’s not gonna happen. “There has to be a way. There will be a way, and we will find it. That’s what we do. So believe that.”

“Okay, Sammy.” Dean looks at Sam forlornly, no doubt knowing he’s causing Sam some amount of pain, but not knowing how to fix it without giving up his own surly conviction that this Mark is gonna end him. Sam knows Dean isn’t ready for that, yet, but he can’t help pushing him.

“You wanna—” Sam scoffs, feeling like he knows the answer, but resolving to ask anyhow “— uh, try that again like you mean it.” I need you to mean it, he thinks to himself. He looks at Dean again, letting the puppy dog eyes surface in the vain hope Dean might give him what he wants. Dean blinks at him blankly, but then the crease around his eyes soften, just a touch.

“Okay,” he grunts, going back to staring at the road ahead.

It’s a twenty three hour drive from Massachusetts back to Kansas, so Sam pulls them over at a motel sometime in the middle of the night to get some shut eye and rest up for the next leg of the journey. Dean hasn’t said much since their last conversation – if you could even call it a conversation – so Sam has had a few hours to stew in the tense silence that swarmed the cab of the impala and think through all the possible permutations of meanings that could be behind Dean’s admission to Father Delaney.

As much as Sam doesn’t want to get his hopes up, and he really really doesn’t want to give his inner depravity even the slightest hit of open air – not after he’d spent so long burying it in the deepest recesses of his mind – he cannot come up with any explanation for Dean’s words than the one he so desperately wants to believe is true. That Dean wants him the same way that Sam has wanted Dean for so long, that Dean wants to know what it’s like to be more than brothers. And as soon as Sam let that thought form in his mind about a hundred miles back, he couldn’t shout himself down. And if it’s true… if Dean wants him… he has to know.

Sam watched Dean sling his bag onto the foot of the springy motel bed and slouch off to the bathroom to piss after their long drive. When he’s done Sam scurries into the bathroom, wondering how he’s going to do this. Because if he doesn’t ask, he knows he’ll never get to sleep. He splashes some water over his face and drags his hands through his hair, tugging hard, hoping the pain would help ground him. Then he takes a deep breath, and pushes back into their room.

“Dean,” Sam starts lamely, not knowing what he wants to say and floundering to the first thing he can land on, “are you sure you’re okay?” Fucking great, Sam, you know he’s not gonna answer that.

“I’m fine, Sammy,” Dean grunts, tugging his t-shirt off and chucking it on the floor.

“Listen, Dean,” Sam sighs and steels himself, “what you said, in the confessional—”

“I knew it,” Dean points his finger at Sam accusingly. “I knew you were listening in.”

“Why shouldn’t I have been, it was supposed to be a fake confession,” Sam defends. Dean huffs, full of derision, and turns away from Sam. “Talk to me,” Sam pleads, moving closer to Dean. “Tell me what’s eating you. Because I know something is. You’ve been different with me since you got back, so just... tell me,” Sam reaches out for Dean’s shoulder. Dean spins and catches Sam’s arm in the air, the Mark shining against the skin of his forearm.

“You wanna know what I was talking about, Sammy?” Dean growls, grip tightening on Sam’s wrist. “You want me to tell you just how much this thing on my arm has messed me up? All the shit that’s been in my head since I was a demon? All the fucked up things that demon made me think? About my own brother?”

Sam’s breath catches in his chest. “Tell me,” he whispers, eyes locked on Dean’s face. On his lips.

Dean surges forward – man of action over words that he is – and kisses Sam violently. It’s not tender, or loving, like Sam had dreamt about since he’d been a boy. It’s hungry and desperate, and Sam doesn’t have a problem with that. If Dean wanted to eat him alive he would let him. They break apart, chests heaving, the last pieces of them touching are Dean’s teeth clawing at Sam’s lower lip. Sam’s eyes peel open slowly, as if this will all evaporate when he looks at Dean, as if this is all still in his head. The pain in Dean’s eyes is radiant, and Sam realises that Dean thinks he’s ruined things now. Dean thinks Sam will leave him for this.

Dean backs up slightly, putting even more space between him and Sam, waiting on tenterhooks for the outburst that he’s clearly expecting from his little brother. Sam approaches Dean cautiously, like he’s trying to calm a cornered animal. He raises his arm and Dean flinches, but he continues to reach forward and lays hand against Dean’s neck, his grip stopping the older man’s further retreat. When Sam kisses Dean it’s slow and measured. He tries to pour every ounce of reassurance he can muster into Dean’s body, tries to tell him it’s okay. Tries to tell himself this is okay. Because even if they both want this – does that really make it alright? But when Dean kisses him back, Sam decides he doesn’t care anymore.

Sam starts to back Dean towards the bed, pushes him down on the edge, straddles his lap, doing everything he can to be just that little bit closer to his brother, just a little more connected – together.

“Wait, Sam,” Dean pulls back, his hands on Sam’s chest. “Wait, don’t you wanna talk about this… or something?”

“No,” Sam shakes his head and ducks in for another kiss, scared that Dean will manage to talk himself out of this if they stop now.

Dean pulls back again to protest. “We aren’t moving kinda fast here?”

“No,” Sam insists, kissing down the side of Dean’s neck. He can feel Dean is hard beneath his own arousal and grinds them together, sending both brothers into shaking groans. “Want you, De,” Sam pants against Dean’s lips.

“Okay, little brother, okay,” Dean gives Sam another kiss, his hands running comfortingly up and down Sam’s back. “But you’re sure you don’t want me to make our first time a little more special? You know, I could take you out to dinner, get you a little tipsy, do this right.” Sam pulls back to look at Dean, thoroughly confused as to where this romantic side of his brother has come from. “I could even get some candles, huh? Really set the mood.” Dean raises his brows and grins at Sam as if to say ‘Huh? Yeah? My idea rocks, right?’, and when Sam realises Dean’s making fun of him he reaches for a pillow and whacks him over the face with it.

“Fuck you,” Sam tries to pointedly shut the teasing down, but he’s knows he’ll never be able to get Dean to let this one go.

“Oh, I plan to fuck you, don’t worry,” Dean grins, and in a flash he’s flipped them over and pinned Sam to the bed beneath him. He pulls Sam’s shirt off and begins to kiss down his brother’s body, keeping his eyes on Sam his whole descent. “We can keep our first time vanilla, but don’t for a second think I’m gonna forget about that wax kink, baby brother,” Dean winks and mouths over Sam’s erection through his jeans. Sam wants to protest, but the heat of Dean’s mouth feels so fucking good, his head is already starting to go fuzzy. He settles on trying to catch Dean off guard instead.

“Only let you do it to me, if I can do it to you too,” Sam’s voice is far breathier than he’d hoped it would be. Dean glances up at him through his lashes, not at all nervous or off-put like Sam had been aiming for.

“Oh, you have so got yourself a deal.”

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Eternity

Summary: Six of you go to a castle to hunt some ghosts only you get into a bit of bother and a skeptial Brian saves you.

Warnings: lots of mentions of death, swearing, suicide mentioned, slight suggestiveness, some angst, fluffy ending (?😏?), technically breaking and entering which is apparently against the law but you never fuckin saw people/dogs like scooby doo and the gang getting into trouble for that sort of stuff did you now...

A/N: This is actually creeped me out a little because I wrote it in the dark so that was A+ logic. Also Joe/John gives me v strong Shane Madej from Buzzfeed Unsolved vibes idk why but you're gonna see that in this fic. Enjoy! 💖

Brian shut his eyes and let out a sigh "You cannot be serious." He said looking at all the electrical equipment on the table in front of him. "You and Rog actually believe in this rubbish enough to buy all this stuff and this board thing?!" He said, holding up the board that had letters on it.

"It's not just any board Brian- it's a Ouija board! You use it to communicate to the dead!" You grinned. "And Roger isn't the only one who believes in it! John, Freddie and Mary and coming along with us this time! C'mon! Come with us!" You shook him slightly. When Brian first met you- aside from being absolutely amazed by you and your beauty- he had no idea what you and your best friend Roger would have in common- the two of you were complete opposites. What you did have in common shocked Brian- mainly because he thought it was ridiculous.

Ghost hunting.

You had been friends with Roger since he moved to Cornwall. The pair of you first had a paranormal experience while in the school library. The school was used as a hospital during the wars and people did die in it. The pair of you were discussing something when you both saw a chair being dragged, but no one had their hand on it. After the moment of sheer fear, the pair of you were in awe and since that day you had learned all you could about the paranormal from books and newspapers. The two of you went into the spookiest of places to try and find anything paranormal.

"Would it make you happy if I went on this absurd trip to the supposedly haunted graveyard and church in the middle of the night?" Brian asked, leaning back on the sofa and crossing his arms with a small smile on his face. You sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck and played with his hair while nodding with a grin on your face and batting your lashes. Brian couldn't resist you- you knew that. "Alright!" You squealed and peppered kisses on is cheeks "But I'm going to complain the whole time!"

You rolled your eyes "Well, it might just surprise you! In fact, you might even want to tag along to our visit to an abandoned castle at the end of the month!" You kissed him once, then again, then again- only the third time you did it, your lips never left Brian's and he moaned into your mouth.

"I can think of something we can do just now in the dark..." he murmured seductively.

"Oh really...?" You playfully smiled and stood up, pulling Brian with you. The phone rang and you groaned, crashing against Brian's chest. You reached for it but Brian pulled you back, making you giggle. "Stop! Might be important!" You managed to get the phone. "Hey John!" You sat down next to the phone and your brows furrowed. "No you do not need to take a bath in holy water before we head to the graveyard," you looked up to Brian shaking your head with a smile and rolling your eyes. "It's kinda like seance, yes..." you looked up through your lashes to Brian who raised a brow. "Kinda." Brian held out his hand, silently asking you for the phone "Bri wants to talk to you!"

"Hey mate, can we talk about this tomorrow morning? Only I'm trying to get off with my gorgeous girlfriend-"

"BRIAN!" You screamed and giggled, stealing the phone back "Sorry, John! Sorry!" You laughed and tried swatting Brian's roaming hands away from your legs. "We'll see you tomorrow night! Bye!" You hung up and burst into a fit of giggles. "I swear, Brian!" You cupped his face with a huge smile "You better live up to your words!" He bit down on his lip with the corners of his mouth tugging upwards as he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

•••

"Got the EVP?" Roger asked and you nodded. "EMF meter?" He asked and you pulled it out from your backpack to show him. "Alright then!" He capped his hands with a grin and then rubbed them together. "Time to hunt some ghosts!"

You walked beside Mary who seemed genuinely interested in the whole experience. "What is an EVP and EMF?" She asked.

"Well, an EVP stands for 'electronic voice phenomenon' it records and interprets spirt voices. An EMF meter shows us the electric magnetic field. If something gets closer to the EMF meter, the lights light up, the closer the object- the more it lights up and beeps!" You smiled and showed her the little gauge on the piece of equipment. "We also all have our cameras to try and capture any orbs in the graveyard!" She nervously but excitedly grinned and clutched onto your arm. When you arrived at the graveyard you took a few snaps with her and John.

"Oh my god! Look!" He shone the light from his torch on the photo and showed everyone. "There's the little orb dot things!" He ecstatically squeaked.

Brian rolled his eyes with a sigh "That could be anything, John! Flies, little bugs, dust..."

You and Roger shared a glance "Brian's a skeptic..." you uttered.

"Of course he is- it's Brian." Roger retorted back with a smirk. "Let's take a couple more photos before heading inside the church." You went around the place with John and Mary who were loving the whole experience of creeping around in a graveyard in the middle of the night. Once you had taken a few snaps, you all went inside and stood at the end of the alter. You and Roger set up some of the equipment you had brought. He turned on the EVP and another recorder and then you all turned off your torches, being plummeted into darkness. The only source of light was coming from the moonlight that streamed through broken bits of window. "Okay, Freddie, do you want to ask if anyone's here?"

He widely grinned "Alright! Hello there, darlings! How are we tonight?" He called out and created a bit of an echo. You didn't get a reply. "John, do you want to say anything?" Freddie asked him.

John blinked and looked around, he could barely see a thing. "Uh...hey there demons it's me...John Richard Deacon. I'd like to know why you haven't taken me yet." You all raised a brow at him. "I think everyone's looking at me kinda funny just now so it would be good to pick me up or scratch me or slam me into the ceiling- yeah...now would be the best opportunity for that. Do try and kill me."

"John!" Roger hissed "Take this seriously!" John sniggered slightly. "Brian, why don't you ask a question or ask a spirt to do something?"

Brian didn't believe in any of it, but made the effort for you. "Okay...if anyone is here with us, let yourselves be known by knocking twice." Silence. "Y/N, I told you this-"

Knock. Knock.

You heard everyone, including Brian gasp. You gasped yourself with a huge grin on your face. Roger grabbed you and excitedly shook you. Brian went as white as a sheet. Surely there was a logical explanation behind it. "If anyone is there, could you please come closer and give us your name!" You asked and the EMF meter buzzed and two lights flashed, then three. "Do you have a name? How old are you?" You called out. More silence followed and Brian's heartbeat was returning back to normal. That was until you all clearly heard the number seven being said. You glanced to Roger and then to the EMF meter, the lights reached up to five. "What's your name?" You asked again. "Ow! Brian!" You snapped feeling him tightly squeezing your hand "That hurt!"

"What?!" He squeaked out "I didn't touch you!" He soon did touch you- clutched onto you in fact when you all thought you heard the faintest giggle float through the air. "Surely this isn't happening?" He said in a quiet voice.

"Have I summoned a demon?" John didn't actually sound all that worried about if he did summon one or not.

"No," you sighed and grabbed the newspaper clippings from your bag about the church. You shone your torch on them. "Look here! 'Girl, 7, named locally as Janet Riley...tragically passes away in church fire...'" your voice grew quieter and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I think it's enough for tonight, Rog." You said with a sinking heart.

"We're actually getting somewhere though, Y/N!" He said, estatically.

"Roger," Your voice was a little shaky "She's just a girl..." you whispered. Brian sighed, placing a hand on Roger's shoulder. Roger knew it was time to call it a night but this had been your first big find in years- and everyone was with the two of you to share the experience. But he understood. You all packed up your things and decided to head home- it was one think contacting the dead, but knowing it was a child always broke your heart.

"Goodbye, spirt!" Mary called out with a small smile on her face "God- that was liberating! My heart is pounding!" You smiled and linked arms with her as you all headed back to the car with everyone.

"Still a skeptic?" You asked Brian back in the car. "How can you explain what just happened?"

Brian had just about regained composure. "The mind is a funny thing, Y/N, and in places like that with stories like the ones in the newspaper- our minds and imaginations run wild! There's always reasoning and a logical explanation behind stuff like this." You disappointedly nodded, you respected and understood his point of view. "But I'll come with you to the castle at the end of the month." You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a hug, your face being engulfed by his curly hair.

"I promise you won't be disappointed!"

•••

"Gilbert castle!" You pointed to it in the distance while driving. "Rog and I have been wanting to come here for years! There's a story behind it! Tell them Roger!"

Roger turned in his seat to face everyone. "There was a man, Jack Gilbert, who lived here and was madly in love with a girl called Elise, she loved him too. His mother disapproved though and when he went off to war she told the girl a few weeks later he had died. Elise was so broken hearted- she cried every night and the mother was so annoyed by it that she locked her in the basement of the castle. She kept crying constantly and the mother left the castle for a while just to get away from the crying. When she returned just before Jack came back- there wasn't any crying. Elise had died in the basement. Jack came home and found out what happened and then he threw himself from the balcony at the very top of the stairs." They all murmured incoherently under their breaths. "His mother saw him flying through the air. She saw him do it. The grief was too much for her and she took her own life too- not in the castle however. She left and went to another family estate in Wales."

"Jesus Christ," Brian uttered and placed his head in his hand. "And we're going here because...?"

"Ghosts!" You and Roger replied at the same time.

"Don't worry Bri," you looked at him via the rearview mirror "I'm sure there will be a logical explanation to everything..." you sarcastically uttered.

"Can I summon a demon again?" John asked.

Roger glared at him "How many times do we have to tell you that you didn't summon a demon?!"

John shook his head with pursed lips "Technically we don't know if it was a demon or not because we didn't hang about for long enough to find out..." he looked out the window. "God, I wish we did." Freddie sent John a concerned glance while Roger rolled his eyes with a sigh. When you pulled up to the castle and distributed equipment to everyone, you all went inside.

It was still just as grand as the day it was abandoned- there was plenty of cobwebs and dust about but all the furniture was still in place. You all fixated your eyes on the high, broken balcony on top of the staircase, they then slowly moved down and stopped at the floor. A chilling reminder of why you were here. "Why don't we split into two groups?" You suggested "I'll go with Brian and John. Rog, you can go with Fred and Mary." They all hummed in agreement and the three of you headed upstairs while the others headed down to the basement. "Look at the art," you whispered and brushed your fingers over the dusty works in the hallway, shining your light over a piece and narrowing your eyes. "Looks like he has your hair, Bri..." you smirked and Brian walked over, letting out a snort of laughter then feeling his stomach drop when he saw the name of the person in the painting.

"Jack Gilbert..." he said in a low tone and sent you a nervous looking gaze before moving on down the hall.

You looked at another piece and John gasped right in your ear, giving you a fright. "Fucking hell, John!" You quietly snapped, clutching on to your chest. "Don't creep up on me like that!"

"That's Elise! She looks just like you, Y/N!" He said, looking between you and the painting.

You rolled your eyes "She looks nothing like me! Think you need to book yourself in for an eye test!" You chuckled. Suddenly all the lights came on and the three of you jumped at the sudden burst of brightness.

"Guys!" Roger shouted from downstairs- you could just hear him. "We found the generator! We got some light!" You turned off your torch.

"I can't believe the electricity is still working in a place like this..." you uttered and kept walking down the hall. You took out your EMF reader but didn't have a reading yet. John wandered into a room with Brian following him. You went into the one just before it. It looked like a bedroom. It was beautifully decorated- nothing looked out of place. It was as if time had stood still. Then you felt a chill down your arms.

Roger, Freddie and Mary had made it to the basement. Mary jiggled the door handle "It's locked," she sighed and folded her arms.

"That's alright," Roger cockily smirked "I have a multipurpose key- one size fits all!"

Freddie furrowed his brow. "Didn't you say that about your bits once?"

The drummer pointed at him "Not the time or the place, Freddie...but yes."

"Where's the key?" Mary asked.

Roger moved his hands up and down his torso. "You're looking at it!" Roger then body slammed against the door a couple of times, grunting. "Jesus...that's a tough door!" He did it a few more times before letting out a loud groan when the lock burst and the door opened. A gust of cool air rushed passed the three of them. "Whoa..." Roger murmured and they all rubbed their arms. "It's freezing down here!"

You turned around quickly hearing breathing and then a name being said. "Hello?" You whispered. "Is anyone there?" You asked glancing to the EMF. The lights were flashing but there wasn't any noise coming from it.

"Elise?" You stood frozen in fear when you turned and saw a tall figure standing in front of you. He almost looked like Brian with his curly hair. "My love..." the figure reached his hand out and brushed his cold, hard fingers against your jaw. You screamed as loud as you possibly could and everyone heard you, jumping on the spot at the terrifying noise. Brian turned to see if you were behind him- he thought you were...you weren't. He looked to John and they both ran to where the noise was coming from.

"Y/N?" He ran towards you just as you fell forward with open eyes- it looked like you were being pulled by thin the air. When you crashed against Brian's body, you snapped back to reality and quickly pulled back.

"Brian?!" His hands were still holding your arms while John was standing by his side watching the whole ordeal. "Wh-where is he? He was right..." you pressed your hand against Brian's chest "Right here..." Brian sighed and shook his head, he knew you were taking the piss- you were a good actor when you wanted to be. Your eyes flickered up to the door and tears began to well in them. The figure was standing by it peering around the frame- he almost looked afraid and a little jealous. "He's right behind you..." you whispered with a tear rolling down your cheek. John was too paralysed with fear to glance behind him whereas Brian was unconvinced and unimpressed with your little act.

"Stop messing about. It was scary when you screamed, I'll give you that, but now-" Brian stopped talking when he heard the floorboard creak and saw a shadow in the window. He looked at you with wide eyes.

"I told you..." you whispered. John scampered out and Brian grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the room. Your hand slipped from his grip and the door slammed shut. "Brian!!" You banged against the door. "Brian!"

"Y/N!" He tried to open it, frantically twisting and turning the doorknob with trembling fingers. "Hold on! Get back from the door!" He tried to knock it down but the door was much harder than it looked.

Roger, Freddie and Mary ran upstairs when they heard the scream. They stopped in their tracks when they noticed a figure standing by the staircase. "Y/N? Where did you find that dress!" Mary laughed at the attire. "We thought you were upstairs with the boys?" She asked before John's hollering caught their attention.

"Guys! Brian needs our help!" He shouted out and the three of them ran upstairs.

"What's the matter?" Freddie asked seeing Brian throw himself against the door.

"It's Y/N, she's locked in the room!" Roger, Freddie and Mary burst out laughing. "What the fuck is so funny?!" Brian snapped and they all abruptly stopped laughing. "She's locked in there!"

"Brian," Roger stepped forward "We've just seen Y/N downstairs barely a minute ago..." Brian stopped slamming against the door. Fear was flowing through everyone's veins. Roger ran up to the door and harshly banged his fist against it. "Y/N? It's Rog! Y/N?!" The panic and worry was evident in his voice. They all heard a loud thud- you had been knocked to the ground by a force that appeared from thin air. You grabbed onto your chest with a groan when you felt a chill run right through your soul. "Fuck!" He uttered "Let's batter this down." He and Brian managed to open the door after six attempts. When they opened the door- you were gone.

"If that wasn't Y/N downstairs...then who was it?" Mary whispered with a trembling lip.

•••

"I am not the person you think I am..." you said while releasing a breath, you were sitting in another part of the castle- it seemed to be a library and it felt like you had floated through the rooms to get there. The figure was looking at you with a fond, yet concerned, smile. "This isn't happening," you sobbed out with tears streaming down your face. The mix of scared yet amazed emotions running through you were overwhelming. "I'm not her...I'm not Elise."

"My love," Jack whispered, you could see a trickle of blood on his pale forehead as he kneeled before you and took your hands. He was frozen and felt stiff. He pulled you off the chair and pushed you forward a little. "Just look at yourself in the mirror..." you looked into the one in front of you with Jack standing behind you, a small smile appearing on your face before it fell. You felt as if you were slipping in and out of your own body. "Now we can finally be together- my mother can't stop us. The dress is there, my love. Let us be together...for the rest of eternity." He slipped his fingers between the gaps of yours- the coldness didn't faze you anymore...it almost felt natural.

"Where the fuck could she have gone, Roger?!" Brian snapped in a state of panic. He was petrified that something terrible had happened. "You know this is all your bloody fault!" He pointed accusingly at Roger.

"My fault?!" Roger pressed his hand against his chest at the incredulous statement. "No way! We are all in this shit storm together! We are all ghost hunting here!" Roger pointed at the group, his blood-drained face reddening a little as he shouted.

"Ghosts don't fucking exist!" Brian yelled. Freddie wrapped a comforting arm around him. "What the hell is happening?!" He groaned into his hands and wiped away the tears. "I just want her back. I want to know she's safe!"

John shook his head with a sigh before a flash of white at the very end of the long hallway captured his attention. "Y/N?" He whispered before realisation dawned on him that the figure he had just seen really was you wearing a wedding dress. "Oh fuck! Y/N! It's Y/N!" He yelled and everyone ran towards you.

"Y/N NO!" Mary screamed seeing you inches away from the ledge of the broken balcony that was leading to the sheer drop below. You found yourself fighting with someone else inside you as you turned around to face everyone.

"Y/N..." Brian whispered out with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Love, what are you doing?"

"Jack..." you said in a voice that wasn't yours. "He's waiting for me...down there." You said and went to move forward again.

"No! No! No!" Roger grabbed you and pulled you back. Brian and John ran down the stairs and froze on the spot seeing what looked like Brian's reflection standing across from them when in fact it was the ghost of Jack Gilbert. "Y/N stop!" Roger snapped and your arms flew all over the place. Roger stumbled back into Freddie while you fell back off the staircase balcony. Your dress made a slight whooshing sound through the air as Mary let out a blood curdling scream while the boys gasped in fear and shock- Brian never. Brian quickly reacted and managed to catch you, falling to the floor with a loud grunt as he did. Everyone ran downstairs, keeping an eye on both you and the ghostly apparition.

"Y/N!" Brian tapped your face as you lay in his lap "Y/N, wake up!" He sobbed, his taps becoming softer. "Don't...don't...do this..." he sobbed out "You don't know how much I love you." His tears fell onto your face and he brushed them away. "Wake up, love..." he whispered.

You gasped and felt your chest rise as you came to and felt the chill leave your soul. "Brian?" You whispered. He happily sobbed and scooped you up, almost squeezing the life out of you with a hug. He pulled back to with a wide smile before looking up behind you, his smile slowly falling. You followed his line of vision and saw two people standing there holding hands and lovingly smiling at each other. A tear slipped down your cheek as you softly grinned at the two of them.

Jack looked down at you sympathetically "I thought you were my Elise..." he said and glanced to the woman beside him before looking back to you. "I am terribly sorry."

"It's alright," you lowly spoke. Roger and John were standing with their jaws wide open and Mary was warily standing behind an amazed Freddie. Brian was still tightly and protectively holding you. "At least you're both together again..."

They both bowed their heads at you ever so slightly. "We thank you for reuniting us." Elise spoke in the softest of voices "And for finally setting me free," she looked to Roger who could only nod with a dry mouth, he was numb with shock and wonder. "Now we can both move on and be together...for the rest of eternity." They fondly smiled at one another before heading down the corridor arm in arm, vanishing into the darkness.

After being frozen on the spot for a few seconds- everyone ran back to the car. Brian had scooped you up in his arms and carried you bridal style- which if you weren't so paralysed with shock from what just happened, you would have laughed at how ironic it was that you were wearing a wedding dress and he was carrying you like that. You all stayed silent for most of the journey back home- each of you processing what just happened in your own way. "Why did she...attach herself to you?" John quietly asked and leaned forward "Was it a demon?"

He looked to you for an answer. "Some ghosts," you emphasised with a small glare "feel they need to posses another persons body in order to continue on. Elise thought by using my body as a vessel, she could get to Jack and be with him but that wasn't the case. It was just a mistake." You thinly smiled.

"A mistake that almost cost you your life!" Brian was holding your hands and still full of worry. "I thought you died," he had tears welling in his eyes. "Please don't hunt ghosts again..."

Roger's eyes flickered to you, he knew you wouldn't pack it in over something as wild as that- in fact it only encouraged you even more to pursue looking for them. "I don't think I could ever do that, Brian." He huffed and Roger smiled. "Oh don't be like that! Can you believe what we just experienced? All of us?! We could do this all the time- together! Don't you want to find more? Don't you want to know what's out there?!" You asked with so much passion in your eyes that it almost made Brian's heart burst. He wasn't sure if it was that passion that was doing it for him or you in a wedding dress but he leaned forward and crashed his lips to yours. Roger let out a long groan at the sight- he always found it weird seeing his two best friends being all lovey-dovey. Brian pulled back and you turned to Mary and Freddie "You guys in?" The nodded with beaming smiles. "I already know your answer, Rog." You smirked and then faced John "What do you say, Deaks?"

"I say this guy is going to finally find a demon!" He pointed his two thumbs at himself and shook them while wiggling his brows with a wide grin.

"Okay..." you trailed off with a cautious smile- Mary narrowed her eyes at John and murmured something to Roger about demonic possession...and if John was showing signs. You turned to Brian again. "Well love, it's just you....you in?" You asked with a hopeful look in your eyes.

He looked at everyone else- they were now staring at him, waiting for an answer. He looked at you and smiled. "Think my days of being skeptical are behind me," he kissed you. "So are we going to a haunted house or getting married first?" He joked with a wink and you giggled. He soon became serious and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Try not to scare me like that again..."

"I'll try," you smiled and kissed him. "Now...I hate to be the one that says: 'I told you so' but...told you ghosts are real." Brian narrowed his eyes at you and playfully jabbed your sides. When you arrived back to your flat in London- everyone stayed the night. They were still in shock. Brian noticed your deep in thought look as you both lay on the bed- John was softly snorning by the foot of it on a blowup mattress. "It's funny how they looked liked us..." you whispered and turned to him. "Do you think-" you began talking but stopped yourself from continuing. Brian encouraged you to carry on. "Do you think it's a sign for us...? Like way forward in the future when we're no longer here?" You whispered with a tear rolling down your cheek.

Brian softly smiled and wiped away your tear. "I think it just goes to show that love like Jack's and Elise's...and ours," he pecked your lips and gently cupped your cheek "Will last for an eternity."

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01x10 (part 2)

Season One Episode Ten: Asylum

Summary: exploring the asylum at night was already stressful enough, but add two teenagers just looking for a thrill into the mix and now you’ve got yourself a nightmare

Word Count: 2.8k

“Do you want to talk about what’s bugging you? Why you’re being such a dick?” You asked Dean as you waited outside the clinic where another Dr. Ellicott worked. Sanford Ellicott was dead, unfortunately, but luckily for you, he had a son who carried on his legacy in psychiatric work.

Sam volunteered to go inside and dig up any information on the South Wing and then the tension between you and Dean was building by the second. “I’m not being a dick but this clearly a job for us. I don’t know why you guys are so quick to leave and dismiss it,” Dean answered.

“We’re not trying to dismiss it but the point of coming here was to find John. I thought,” you said, trying to see his face but he kept turning away from you. “That’s what you said right? That he’d be here?”

“Y/n,” he snapped, finally looking at you, “I said at the Roosevelt that I didn’t want to talk about it and that applied to you just as much as it did to Sam.”

“We all have got the same goal, here. Did you forget that? Did you forget that Sam left school to help us? You don’t have to be an asshole because he just wants to find his dad,.” you said, shaking your head. Dean let out a sigh, like maybe he was letting out his anger. “You heard him a few weeks ago. He wants to make things right with John. Maybe that’s why he’s so eager to find him. Ever think of that? How do you think he’ll feel if you find him just a little too late.” You felt guilty for hitting Dean with something so hard but you really had no choice anymore. Dean was too hard headed to see the facts for himself.

He opened his mouth to say something but then the door swung open and Sam stormed out. “Whoa, you were in there for a long time. What’d you guys talk about?” Dean asked, shoving you to the side to catch up with his brother.

You scoffed but followed them anyway. Sam was walking like he was on a mission. “Just the hospital, ya know.”

“And?”

“And the south wing? It’s where they housed the real hard cases - the psychotics, the criminally insane,” Sam explained.

“Sounds cozy,” you commented from behind the brothers. Sam smirked at you and moved over an inch so you could squeeze in between them.

“Yeah, and one night in ‘64, they rioted - attacked the staff, attacked each other.”

“So what, the patients took over the asylum? Any deaths?” Dean asked as they reached the Impala.

“Some patients. Some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott.”

“What do you mean never recovered?” You asked.

“Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients much have stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden,” Sam said, cringing at his own words.

“Maybe they ate them,” you teased, raising your eyebrows at Sam. He chuckled and shook his head at you but Dean didn’t find it very funny.

“That’s grim,” he commented.

“Anyway, they transferred all the surviving patients and shut down the hospital for good,” Sam finished his story.

“So to sum it up, we’ve got a bunch of violent deaths and unrecovered bodies. Which could mean a bunch of angry spirits. Great,” you said, clapping your hands and opened the car door.

“Good times. Let’s check out this hospital when the sun goes down,” Dean said, tapping the trunk of the Impala and following your lead to get inside the car.

+

It was a lot darker in the asylum this time around because there was no sun out to shine through the cracked windows. You and Sam had flashlights while Dean ran the EMF reader. The halls in the South Wing were cold and freaky but you kept going. Sam even had a video camera running in hopes of catching a spirit on film.

“Getting any readings?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, big time,” Dean said over the buzzing of the EMF. You tried to look over Sam’s shoulders at the camera but he was too tall. He noticed you struggling, smirked and bent down a little so you could see.

“This place is orbing like crazy,” Sam said. It was. Tiny white dots that could almost be dust, zipping around the camera frame and off the walls. It was enough to spook you. Just the thought of having that many spirits around you at once.

Dean looked at the camera frame and sighed, “there’s probably multiple spirits out and about.”

“And if these unrecovered bodies are causing the hauntings?” You asked, referring to the one and only way you knew of getting rid of a ghost - burning the bones.

“We gotta find them and burn them. But be careful though, the only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed-off spirit is a pissed-off spirit of a psycho killer,” Dean joked.

“Yeah and calling them a psycho killer won’t piss them off more,” you deadpanned, shifting on your feet. Who knew how long it would take to find the unrecovered bodies if it came to that and knowing your luck, it would come to that.

The three of you started moving again slowly when a cold blast of air came from behind you. A giant gust of wind. “What was that?” You whispered as the boys pivoted on their feet and turned in the direction that it came from and you were too scared to turn with them but then you did and there was nothing and you turned back around and kept going.

In the same room you were in before, the orbs on Sam’s camera were still going crazy as you explored the room further than you did the last time. The camera landing on the abandoned chairs and around the equipment that would have been used to torture the patients and maybe even the staff during the riot. The thought gave you chills.

Sam lingered behind you a little bit, filming every square inch of the place as you ran your finger over the dusty, old objects that were laid all around. Sam yelled from behind you, the camera slamming shut. Sam yelled for the shotgun and you turned around to see an old lady with dirty hair and ratty clothes coming for Sam and you ran towards the shotgun that was loaded with salt bullets and yelled for Sam to get down. When he was clear, you pulled the trigger and the lady disappeared.

Sam pushed himself off the ground just as Dean ran into the room, “what the hell was that?” He whispered, looking around but all he could see was Sam, breathing heavily and looking spooked and you, holding a shotgun that you had only ever shot maybe three times and it was all practice. Your adrenaline was rushing and you felt good.

“That was weird,” Sam observed.

“You’re telling me,” Dean said, shaking his head and walking away and further into the room.

“No. It was weird because she didn’t attack me,” Sam explained.

“Um, it looked pretty aggro from where I was standing,” you said, remembering her bloody face, her outstretched arms heading straight for Sam’s face.

“She didn’t hurt me. She didn’t even try. If she didn’t want to hurt me, then what did she want?” Sam questioned, looking at you. You were still holding the shotgun and you were ready to shoot again if you had to. The feeling was unlike anything you’d experienced before and you now understood why Dean had always pushed you to practice more. Dean looked back at you, looked at the gun and took it back.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said, shaking his head but he was in awe more than anything. Shocked and proud.

“Me either,” you commented.

“Seriously, pay attention,” Sam ordered. You smiled at Dean as you guys passed another door, leading into another room but this time there was noise coming from it. Metal clashing and soft whimpers. You nudged Dean’s arm and he pulled up the gun as you and Sam held the flashlights back up so he could see.

The noise was coming from behind an old metal bed frame that was on its side, pushed up against the wall. You inched closer to it, careful to not make any noise. Dean nodded at Sam, who slowly moved the bed out of the way, the metal scratching across the floor and all you could see was blonde hair and a shaking body.

When the bed was fully moved, the girl gasped, turning her whole body around to face the three of you and pushed herself closer to the wall. She was breathing heavy, panicked and afraid. “Put the gun down,” you whispered, lowering Dean’s arm as he uncocked the gun.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you,” Dean said to her. Her chest was moving up and down so fast and her clothes were dirty with a rip in the fabric on her left arm. “It’s okay,” he said. “What’s your name?” He asked as she finally stood up.

“Katherine. Kat.”

“Okay. I’m Dean, this is Sam and Y/n,” Dean introduced.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked her, still pointing the flashlight at her even though you turned yours towards the ground.

“Um… My boyfriend, Gavin -”

“Is her here?” Dean cut her off. You could tell just by his voice how freaked out he was that she was here and that there could be another person here that we needed to save. You kept thinking about how if you three wouldn’t have showed up tonight that Kat and Gavin could be dead by the morning.

‘Somewhere. He thought it would be fun to try and see some ghosts,” she explained, her breathing slowing down a little bit. “I thought it was all just, ya know - pretend. I’ve seen things. I heard Gavin scream and I -”

“All right, Kat, come on. Sam’s gonna get you out of here,” Dean cut her off again, eager to get her out of there before something bad happened and he grabbed her hand, helping her over the bed frame. “I’m gonna go find your boyfriend,” he said as he pulled her out of the room. She stopped and ripped her hand out of his.

“No, I’m not gonna leave without Gavin. I’m coming with you,” she said.

“It’s no joke. It’s dangerous,” Dean warned. He was right but you also knew that you wouldn’t leave without either one of them if it had come down to it.

“That’s why I want to help find him,” she said.

“Let her come,” you defended her. “I’ll watch her,” you offered. Dean sucked in a breath, rolled his eyes and then let the breath out again.

“Fine. I guess we’re gonna split up, then.” Dean handed you his bag full of weapons, taking a few out for him and Sam. “You gonna be okay?” Dean asked you, putting the bag around your shoulder.

“I can shoot a gun now, remember?” You teased. Dean chuckled and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently before he and Sam went off in one direction and you and Kat went off in the other to try and find Gavin.

Going off on your own wasn’t your first choice, you admit but a 3-1 advantage wouldn’t have been very fair so you split up evenly and you hoped for the best. Sam gave you a long lingering stare before he rounded the corner into another hall and disappeared.

Kat was trailing behind you as you shone the flashlight around and she screamed Gavin’s name and the only time she stopped was when she asked you, “are you sure you’re able to protect me from all this stuff? Your boyfriend didn’t seem to sure, either.”

“First of all, he’s not my boyfriend. Second of all,” you stopped and looked at her, “of course I can protect you from all this stuff. This is my job.” Kat nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. “Let me ask you a question.” She nodded. “You’ve seen horror movies, right?”

“Of course.”

“Next time you see one, pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted, don’t go in, yeah?” You said, giving her a fake smile and turning around to continue walking. Kat was quiet the rest of the time, only calling out Gavin’s name every once in a while and you looked in every room and down every hall but you couldn’t find him.

Your flashlight started to flicker, only a few times and then more and more frequently until it shut off completely. “Crap,” you mumbled, shoving it in the bag. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a lighter,” you said to Kat. You tried to spark it, but it was so damp in the hallway that it wasn’t lighting right away.

“Ow, you’re hurting my arm,” Kat mumbled.

“What?” You turned around to look at her, wondering what she was talking about. When she looked back at you and realized your hands weren’t on her, her eyes got wide and your eyes went to her arm which had a bloody, dirty, man hand on it and you went to grab her and pull you away but the man hand whisked her around and into an exam room, slamming the door behind them.

“KAT!” You screamed for her, banging on the door and trying to pull on the handle as hard as you could to open it but there was no use, it wouldn’t open but you had to try so you kicked it and pulled on it and took a metal pole out of your bag and banged that against the door, trying to pry it open but it wasn’t working. She was screaming for help and then it was quiet and then she was screaming again but you couldn’t get the door open.

“Y/N!” You could hear Sam yelling for you.

“SAM!” You yelled back and he followed your voice and him, Dean and Gavin rounded the corner and straight to you. “A spirit pulled her inside and I can’t get the door open!” You explained as grunt escaped your lips from trying to pull open the door. Dean pushed you to the side and tried his hand at opening the door as Sam pulled you into his arms.

Gavin called for Kat as she screamed again and Sam let go of you, putting his hands on the door. “Kat, it’s not going to hurt you. Listen to me, you have to calm down,” Sam said.

“She’s got to what?” You asked from behind him. Dean tried to pull one last time before he stopped and stepped away from the door. You thought he was going to try and kick it in, but he didn’t. “What are you doing?” You hissed at him. He held up one finger as Sam kept talking to Kat through the door.

“They’re not trying to hurt us! They’re trying to communicate. You’ve got to face it!” Sam yelled to her. “You gotta listen to it!”

“You face it!” She screamed from inside the room. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment even if it was inappropriate timing.

“It’s the only way you’re gonna get out of there!” Sam told her. “Look at it, that’s all!” Sam encouraged as she yelled out her reluctancy to do so. It was suddenly quiet, no screaming and no banging.

“I hope you’re right about this,” you mumbled to Sam who let out a sigh and looked at you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and nodded.

“Yeah, me too.” It was quiet and then the door popped out and Dean ripped it open wider, revealing Kat who stood in the doorway. Dean grabbed her arm and moved her out of the way and to Gavin as the three of you entered the room, looking for the ghost but it was gone.

“137,” Kat whispered.

“Huh?” You asked, looking at her. She was shaking as Gavin held on to her.

‘It whispered in my ear 137.”

“Room number,” Sam suggested and bumped Dean’s arm. “Room number.” Dean nodded towards you and you threw the bag of weapons on the ground and he opened it, stuffing everything you guys had out back into it. Sam kneeled down on the ground next to his brother, bringing you with for a huddle. “So if these spirits aren’t trying to hurt us then what are they trying to do?”

“Maybe that’s what they’re trying to tell us,” you said.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Dean suggested, throwing the bag over his own shoulder and stood up. “You guys ready to get out of here?” He asked Kat and Gavin, who nodded vigorously. “All right. You get them out of here, I’ll go find room 137,” Dean said, pointing to you Sam before he lit a flashlight and took off down the hall.

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This past Saturday my wife and I got to spend a night (well until 12am anyway) at the Adams House in Deadwood with the Black Hills Paranormal Investigators. We got some really cool captures on their SLS Camera (Structured Light Sensor Camera). One figure we captured was sitting on a chair in the front living room and investigator Deb Sutton set a Parascope on the floor directly in front of the chair. Lead Investigator Maurice “Mo” Miller was operating the SLS and he asked the figure on the camera if it could reach down and touch the Parascope. It didn’t take long and the Parascope lit up like a Christmas tree. Really cool!

Before the investigation started, I took photos of all the BHPI equipment and Mo provided the descriptions.

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BHPI Case #1 Top left to right: Microphone that we can use with the SB-7 Spirit box. The black box is a Geo-phone. This measures vibrations much like a seismograph (sp). We deploy this in areas where the claims involve footsteps being heard. If something is walking by, we can see the unit light up. The more lights, the heavier the steps. More walkie-talkies Bottom row: Audio recorder. A mag lite. The are used with flashlight experiments. This is another way to try to communicate with whatever may be in the vicinity. The spirit, if you will, can turn this off and on using this for a yes or no type question session. Laser Grid. This is a common laser grid. It displays a pattern of dots in a room allowing an investigator to see the slightest movement–be it a shadow or something more Another audio recorder. The lower right: EPOD. This unit is a proximity meter. There is antenna that can be extended and it also has lights. If something comes near this unit the lights will either come on in a sequence or go out in a sequence according to the static in the area. Much like a parascope but not as precise.

BHPI Case #2 Two types of Parascopes (The units with the wands protruding from the bases) The operate by measuring the Tribo-electric field. Basically static. The zero out to the static charge in their general vicinity–about ten feet. If something with an opposite charge comes by, the unit lights up. The wands light and point in the direction of the disturbance. This allow you to know the direction from where the disturbance is coming. Walkie-Talkies. We use these to keep track of where our investigators are as well as sharing any event that we come across and need to share. The large white unit is just a light that we use to see our cases if we are in a dark command center. The unit of the left that looks like legs is a very small tripod that we use with our laser grids. It is flexible so we can put this out on an uneven surface and use our laser grids.

BHPI Case #3 There are two audio recorders which are used to collect EVPs (Electronic Voice Phenomena) There are three EMF detectors (The units with the red tops and the black box in the lower left) These are used to find EMFs in the area you are in. The are most useful in finding the natural EMFs in any given area. i.e., appliances, wiring, etc. These prevent us from honing in on a false positive. If they go off where there is no recorded EMFs start digging. You may have something here. The large white unit is an IR motion detector. This sends out a very wide IR beam that if broken, alarms. This is quite loud and you put these out where there have been claims of movement. If something moves by, an very disturbingly loud alarm will sound. We have more than one of these. On a past investigation, we had these in rooms across from one another and they would go off at separate times making us go back and forth between rooms. Was something having a little fun with us? The two smaller white items are the fobs to operate the IR Motion Detector. The K-II. This is a type of EMF detector that is very common within the paranormal field. The neat things about these are the lights across the top. You can interact with something by having it light up more than one light. These are quite useful when communicating with something. Far right. Regular flashlight with a red lens cover. Why the red cover? It allows you to use the flashlight without messing with your own eyes trying to see in the dark. It doesn’t interfere with your night vision.

BHPI Case #4 Left to right top row: Binoptic Camera – This uses two lenses. One is a standard lens and the other is an IR lens. This comes into play where there is a lot of claimed orb activity. If you see orbs on the normal side and nothing on the IR it more than likely means that it is nothing but dust particulates. If the IR side sees the orb and it has its own light source–that is something to look into. This also has audio recording on it. This has captured EVPs as well as a few anomalies for Black Hills Paranormal Investigations Mel Meter’s – These devices measure Electromagnetic Fields (EMF) and records high and low temperature. The next item with the lights on it is an IR extender. This is used in conjunction with the Binoptic Camera. The lights extend the IR capability so it can see farther into the dark. It also has lights that will illuminate the room in the UV spectrum that is not visible to the human eye. Somethings captured are in the dark so the IR works well and some things appear in the UV spectrum. Using this UV light, we can see things that the human eye will not pick up. Lower row, left to right: B-7 Spirit Box. This is a unit that sweeps radio waves in a very rapid fashion. It can sweep forward or reverse. It operates on the premise that spirits can manipulate radio white noise, and speak through using the white noise. We have gotten some pretty interesting results with this unit. Laser Grid. This unit is a bit different from a typical laser grid. Instead of projecting dots this projects an actual grid pattern. This unit works really well in tight spaces and hallways.

Paranormal Music Box or PMB This operates by sending out a beam and if something crosses that beam it alarms by playing music as well as having the light on the unit light up. This works really well as you do not have to be in a line of sight environment when it alarms. You will hear the music box portion start to play.

Structured Light Sensor Camera The SLS camera can recognize people (spirits) by distinguishing body parts, joints and movements. If it shows a person shaped object on the screen that you cannot see with the naked eye then there is something there the IR is detecting and the programing is recognized as a human shape based on body parts and joints together. We have gotten some very good results with this piece of equipment.

Black Hills Paranormal Investigations Equipment This past Saturday my wife and I got to spend a night (well until 12am anyway) at the Adams House in Deadwood with the Black Hills Paranormal Investigators.

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

In a week filled with excitement and Halloween, one of my ghost hunting stops was in New Jersey at the Burlington County Prison Museum in Mt. Holly. This small prison was built in 1811 and remained in use until 1965. Today it functions as a working museum and much more. You can take a tour, participate in an organized ghost hunt, or enjoy a haunted house event around Halloween.

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Before our organized ghost hunt with Ghost Hunts USA, we met up for dinner at Applebee’s. This was part of the same group that ventured off into the unknown last year when we investigated Eastern State Penitentiary. Everyone was nice enough to alter their dinner plans to accommodate my picky food needs. You know me.  I usually can’t find anything on any menu to eat. Applebee’s limited offerings included steamed broccoli, fries, and a side of roasted veggies. I can’t complain too much as at least I was able to get some food in me before we left.

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

We arrived scrambling and worried that we were late, but fortunately for us, we were on time. I had driven down that afternoon from New York with Jessica, who quickly exited the car while I took forever to get organized.

Jessica stood on the curb a few feet away talking to one of the other women in our group. I don’t know if I asked a question or someone else did at this time, but I heard a surprising response. The answer I heard was “OK,”  which was a really loud deep voice near my face on my right side. I turned quickly because I thought, “Who’s trying to mess with me before we even go inside? Very funny. HA HA,” but no one was standing next to me. They were all up on the sidewalk talking to each other. I asked if anyone had moved close to me and said something right in my ear, and of course, no one had. Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car?

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

With equipment in hand, we headed into the Burlington County Prison Museum to meet up with Ghost Hunts USA. A little background on our group of six: There were two Lisa’s that showed up and always being the wise ass, I decided that one should be called “Fucking Lisa” and the other “Other Lisa” so we could tell them apart. What can I say? I like to be somewhat creative with a dash of sarcasm and comedy in awkward and scary situations.

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

We started the evening off in this hallway inside the prison as the woman from Ghost Hunts USA attempted communication with spirits. Our group was somewhat separated due to the darkness and I was near Jessica in one of the cells. We stood in the doorway and the entire time I was swaying front to back non-stop. At first I thought I was doing it and maybe fidgeting. But you don’t move naturally that way as that would be more sideways than front to back. My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? I had to use a wall to support myself in order to stop the swaying.

When the woman from Ghost Hunts USA stopped to reset her equipment, I turned sideways into the cell and felt something I’ve never experienced anywhere before. Sadness swept over my entire body. Now this wasn’t my brain thinking about being in a prison and how sad it might be. In that moment, I felt completely overwrought with sadness and even began to cry. No, I wasn’t weeping, but I did shed a tear and then caught myself and reminded myself this wasn’t my own emotions. I feel as if this was a residual haunting in this cell that I walked through, felt, and experienced. Later I learned that this isn’t unusual as others have felt this sadness when visiting Burlington County Prison Museum.

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Residual hauntings are where the spirits that you encounter sort of deposit an experience in an area that then remain on a loop. Think of it as an imprinted video that’s continually plays. You’re not going to interact with the spirit, but more so experience, see, hear, etc. this activity. An intelligent haunting is where you can interact with spirits by asking questions and getting intelligent responses that are directly responding to your questions or requests.

An example of an intelligent haunting is when you receive a response to a question while using a digital voice recorder and/or the SB-7 Spirit Box. If you ask the question, for example, “What’s your name?” and you receive a name, then it’s hard to dispute that it’s not an intelligent response.

When listening to audio recordings, use headphones instead of your computer’s speakers to to hear everything more clearly. Listen to these EVPs that we captured at Burlington County Prison Museum. Bear in mind that I have not enhanced the audio in any way.

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——>   Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”: 

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

In this EVP you’ll hear me ask the spirits to copy me. I tap twice at the 24 second mark and wait for a response. Can you hear the response in tapping around the 30 second mark? Clearly those that were present did as they ask the spirits to do it again.

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

We had a chance to walk outside to the prison exercise yard at one point. It felt so small  considering the prison was built for 100 inmates, but at one time held over 300. There wasn’t much to see and I imagine not much to do. The walls are high and but for the trees, I’m sure they were happy to just be outside in the fresh air.

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

I’m intrigued by this pic as I wasn’t using any special app to produce it. The image was shot with my iPhone and perhaps a spirit or two. Seriously though — there’s no action in this pic and whatever this is, it’s not just the person but something above and around the person as well.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

TSG Tip: When conducting any kind of an investigation or ghost hunt, always stand in the same place and take 2 or 3 pics without moving. Sometimes you’ll see something and sometimes you won’t, but it’s always worth trying.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

As for visual evidence, the K-II EMF meters, provided to us by Ghost Hunts USA, were active at times. However, nearly 95% of the time I held mine, nothing happened. That is, until we broke away from the main group and headed off to the basement to investigate on our own. Then we did find they were going off, lighting up, and responding to our questions.

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

After I returned home and began editing audio and video, I discovered a surprise.  I believe this super short video is legit evidence of an orb in one of the cells inside Burlington County Prison Museum.

Orb?

We were walking around this part of the prison where a few of the women wanted to check out the cells. I was more concerned about getting my equipment organized, which is why the camera is off kilter a bit while I try to find my digital voice recorders. I’m not talking about that large circle that’s a reflection, but the small light that moves quickly from the left side of the door frame toward “Other” Lisa’s leg.

The logical part of my brain always wants to rule out other possibilities before concluding that this is a real finding or not. Keep in mind that it’s November, it’s already starting to be quite cold outside (and inside), and it wasn’t dusty at all in the prison. That removes the possibility of flies and/or dust particles in the air as no other dust was found at any other point on any video. What do you think?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

An unusual piece of equipment that I tried out for a few minutes while there was the Ghost Radar Connect app that Kathy told me about prior to our visit. It’s $1.99 in the App store (and available for Android phones and Kindle) and it works like an Ovilus. Just open it and the dot signifies a spirit is in your presence. Once they get the hang of using it, they can start manipulating the words in the included dictionary. At one point it said “thin” then “machine” while I held up my iPhone and asked it to speak into it. Was it referring to my iPhone as a “thin machine?”

The camera I used for this ghost hunt is a full spectrum POV camera with a wide angle IR light. It was attached to a camera light bracket, which is also mounted to an Olloclip Pivot – Mobile Video Grip. I also own two Sony digital voice recorders, both of which were used while we were at the prison.

Not all of the equipment was high tech like this. I love breaking out the dowsing rods as they may be low tech, but they work. No matter where I’ve used them, they always work  and provide intelligent responses and communication.

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

I definitely say a prayer before I enter a location, one before I start a ghost hunt, and one to close it down. While I don’t consider myself religious, I’m definitely one to believe that I can and should protect myself from anything that I might encounter during a ghost hunt.

You can expect me to wear medallions and anything spiritual for protection. And definitely more than one. On any given day I wear my Icelandic rune for protection (the same one I have tattooed on my arm), my hamsa hand, and then I add in a rosary I received while at Monserrate in Colombia and a St. Benedict’s medal for protection. Think it’s crazy and seems like a bit too much? Then look away. As for me, I’ll stay protected, thank you very much.

Know Your Limits 

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

Demons or anything demonic are a big no-no in my book. I don’t want to discuss, cross paths with, or play with anything that can entice, incite, or stir up demons. So when we were inside the Burlington County Prison Museum and the woman from Ghost Hunts USA started using the PhasmaBox software that allowed spirits to speak through her tablet, I immediately felt uncomfortable when a “child” came through. Demons often like to impersonate children in order to get us to interact with them. I felt uncomfortable as she proceeded to speak with this “child.” Sure enough, when it HISSED, she asked us to “protect ourselves with the ‘white light.'” Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that?

Continuing with the PhasmaBox software: Someone began communicating in Spanish with a spirit. I listened as she said, “I’m not scared of you.” I thought, “Well, hell — not sure you should speak for all of us.” How many Hispanics would’ve been here from 1811 to 1965? I checked with the museum and discovered there were very few Hispanic prisoners. Why? Because there were very few in Burlington County before 1965. Could this be a demon pretending again to gain the trust of a participant so willing to interact with something, anything? Always protect yourself, learn the history of a location, and don’t get fooled by things you might encounter during a ghost hunt. I’m just big about not bringing things home with me that I can’t see.

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum supposedly gets high levels of activity during ghost hunts. Most of my EVPs sounded muffled and not as clear and audible as I would’ve liked. But this isn’t a ride at DisneyLand. There’s no way to know in advance if you’ll interact with spirits and if you’ll even have any tangible proof that you did like I did on the Newcastle ghost walk. We did, however, get intelligent responses to questions including names, tapping, and the orb discovered later in my video, which was an added bonus.

What did I think of my experience at Burlington County Prison Museum? I’ve decided I’m probably not as thrilled about attending an organized ghost hunt where you have to go with others and follow their lead. I’m definitely more about setting up my own plan, taking my time, and experiencing a property slowly over time. But any chance to get out and explore the paranormal is still one way I like to have fun. If you get a chance to visit or attend a ghost hunt here, you should definitely go.

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

Have you ever visited Burlington County Prison Museum? Do you believe in the paranormal? Let me know in the comments below. While you’re here, don’t forget to check out the rest of the Travel Shop Girl website.

On my new SPONTANEOUS TRAVEL SCALE of 1-5, with 1 being super easy and spontaneous and 5 being you better plan far in advance, this is a 5. Since this was arranged with a company that organizes ghost hunts, it seems highly unlikely that you could just roll in and go. But you’d want time to prepare and organize for a ghost hunt anyway. So while I love spontaneous travel, this is one of those activities where you should definitely plan in advance.

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

In a week filled with excitement and Halloween, one of my ghost hunting stops was in New Jersey at the Burlington County Prison Museum in Mt. Holly. This small prison was built in 1811 and remained in use until 1965. Today it functions as a working museum and much more. You can take a tour, participate in an organized ghost hunt, or enjoy a haunted house event around Halloween.

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Before our organized ghost hunt with Ghost Hunts USA, we met up for dinner at Applebee’s. This was part of the same group that ventured off into the unknown last year when we investigated Eastern State Penitentiary. Everyone was nice enough to alter their dinner plans to accommodate my picky food needs. You know me.  I usually can’t find anything on any menu to eat. Applebee’s limited offerings included steamed broccoli, fries, and a side of roasted veggies. I can’t complain too much as at least I was able to get some food in me before we left.

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

We arrived scrambling and worried that we were late, but fortunately for us, we were on time. I had driven down that afternoon from New York with Jessica, who quickly exited the car while I took forever to get organized.

Jessica stood on the curb a few feet away talking to one of the other women in our group. I don’t know if I asked a question or someone else did at this time, but I heard a surprising response. The answer I heard was “OK,”  which was a really loud deep voice near my face on my right side. I turned quickly because I thought, “Who’s trying to mess with me before we even go inside? Very funny. HA HA,” but no one was standing next to me. They were all up on the sidewalk talking to each other. I asked if anyone had moved close to me and said something right in my ear, and of course, no one had. Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car?

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

With equipment in hand, we headed into the Burlington County Prison Museum to meet up with Ghost Hunts USA. A little background on our group of six: There were two Lisa’s that showed up and always being the wise ass, I decided that one should be called “Fucking Lisa” and the other “Other Lisa” so we could tell them apart. What can I say? I like to be somewhat creative with a dash of sarcasm and comedy in awkward and scary situations.

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

We started the evening off in this hallway inside the prison as the woman from Ghost Hunts USA attempted communication with spirits. Our group was somewhat separated due to the darkness and I was near Jessica in one of the cells. We stood in the doorway and the entire time I was swaying front to back non-stop. At first I thought I was doing it and maybe fidgeting. But you don’t move naturally that way as that would be more sideways than front to back. My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? I had to use a wall to support myself in order to stop the swaying.

When the woman from Ghost Hunts USA stopped to reset her equipment, I turned sideways into the cell and felt something I’ve never experienced anywhere before. Sadness swept over my entire body. Now this wasn’t my brain thinking about being in a prison and how sad it might be. In that moment, I felt completely overwrought with sadness and even began to cry. No, I wasn’t weeping, but I did shed a tear and then caught myself and reminded myself this wasn’t my own emotions. I feel as if this was a residual haunting in this cell that I walked through, felt, and experienced. Later I learned that this isn’t unusual as others have felt this sadness when visiting Burlington County Prison Museum.

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Residual hauntings are where the spirits that you encounter sort of deposit an experience in an area that then remain on a loop. Think of it as an imprinted video that’s continually plays. You’re not going to interact with the spirit, but more so experience, see, hear, etc. this activity. An intelligent haunting is where you can interact with spirits by asking questions and getting intelligent responses that are directly responding to your questions or requests.

An example of an intelligent haunting is when you receive a response to a question while using a digital voice recorder and/or the SB-7 Spirit Box. If you ask the question, for example, “What’s your name?” and you receive a name, then it’s hard to dispute that it’s not an intelligent response.

When listening to audio recordings, use headphones instead of your computer’s speakers to to hear everything more clearly. Listen to these EVPs that we captured at Burlington County Prison Museum. Bear in mind that I have not enhanced the audio in any way.

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——>   Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”: 

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

In this EVP you’ll hear me ask the spirits to copy me. I tap twice at the 24 second mark and wait for a response. Can you hear the response in tapping around the 30 second mark? Clearly those that were present did as they ask the spirits to do it again.

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

We had a chance to walk outside to the prison exercise yard at one point. It felt so small  considering the prison was built for 100 inmates, but at one time held over 300. There wasn’t much to see and I imagine not much to do. The walls are high and but for the trees, I’m sure they were happy to just be outside in the fresh air.

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

I’m intrigued by this pic as I wasn’t using any special app to produce it. The image was shot with my iPhone and perhaps a spirit or two. Seriously though — there’s no action in this pic and whatever this is, it’s not just the person but something above and around the person as well.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

TSG Tip: When conducting any kind of an investigation or ghost hunt, always stand in the same place and take 2 or 3 pics without moving. Sometimes you’ll see something and sometimes you won’t, but it’s always worth trying.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

As for visual evidence, the K-II EMF meters, provided to us by Ghost Hunts USA, were active at times. However, nearly 95% of the time I held mine, nothing happened. That is, until we broke away from the main group and headed off to the basement to investigate on our own. Then we did find they were going off, lighting up, and responding to our questions.

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

After I returned home and began editing audio and video, I discovered a surprise.  I believe this super short video is legit evidence of an orb in one of the cells inside Burlington County Prison Museum.

Orb?

We were walking around this part of the prison where a few of the women wanted to check out the cells. I was more concerned about getting my equipment organized, which is why the camera is off kilter a bit while I try to find my digital voice recorders. I’m not talking about that large circle that’s a reflection, but the small light that moves quickly from the left side of the door frame toward “Other” Lisa’s leg.

The logical part of my brain always wants to rule out other possibilities before concluding that this is a real finding or not. Keep in mind that it’s November, it’s already starting to be quite cold outside (and inside), and it wasn’t dusty at all in the prison. That removes the possibility of flies and/or dust particles in the air as no other dust was found at any other point on any video. What do you think?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

An unusual piece of equipment that I tried out for a few minutes while there was the Ghost Radar Connect app that Kathy told me about prior to our visit. It’s $1.99 in the App store (and available for Android phones and Kindle) and it works like an Ovilus. Just open it and the dot signifies a spirit is in your presence. Once they get the hang of using it, they can start manipulating the words in the included dictionary. At one point it said “thin” then “machine” while I held up my iPhone and asked it to speak into it. Was it referring to my iPhone as a “thin machine?”

The camera I used for this ghost hunt is a full spectrum POV camera with a wide angle IR light. It was attached to a camera light bracket, which is also mounted to an Olloclip Pivot – Mobile Video Grip. I also own two Sony digital voice recorders, both of which were used while we were at the prison.

Not all of the equipment was high tech like this. I love breaking out the dowsing rods as they may be low tech, but they work. No matter where I’ve used them, they always work  and provide intelligent responses and communication.

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

I definitely say a prayer before I enter a location, one before I start a ghost hunt, and one to close it down. While I don’t consider myself religious, I’m definitely one to believe that I can and should protect myself from anything that I might encounter during a ghost hunt.

You can expect me to wear medallions and anything spiritual for protection. And definitely more than one. On any given day I wear my Icelandic rune for protection (the same one I have tattooed on my arm), my hamsa hand, and then I add in a rosary I received while at Monserrate in Colombia and a St. Benedict’s medal for protection. Think it’s crazy and seems like a bit too much? Then look away. As for me, I’ll stay protected, thank you very much.

Know Your Limits 

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

Demons or anything demonic are a big no-no in my book. I don’t want to discuss, cross paths with, or play with anything that can entice, incite, or stir up demons. So when we were inside the Burlington County Prison Museum and the woman from Ghost Hunts USA started using the PhasmaBox software that allowed spirits to speak through her tablet, I immediately felt uncomfortable when a “child” came through. Demons often like to impersonate children in order to get us to interact with them. I felt uncomfortable as she proceeded to speak with this “child.” Sure enough, when it HISSED, she asked us to “protect ourselves with the ‘white light.'” Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that?

Continuing with the PhasmaBox software: Someone began communicating in Spanish with a spirit. I listened as she said, “I’m not scared of you.” I thought, “Well, hell — not sure you should speak for all of us.” How many Hispanics would’ve been here from 1811 to 1965? I checked with the museum and discovered there were very few Hispanic prisoners. Why? Because there were very few in Burlington County before 1965. Could this be a demon pretending again to gain the trust of a participant so willing to interact with something, anything? Always protect yourself, learn the history of a location, and don’t get fooled by things you might encounter during a ghost hunt. I’m just big about not bringing things home with me that I can’t see.

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum supposedly gets high levels of activity during ghost hunts. Most of my EVPs sounded muffled and not as clear and audible as I would’ve liked. But this isn’t a ride at DisneyLand. There’s no way to know in advance if you’ll interact with spirits and if you’ll even have any tangible proof that you did like I did on the Newcastle ghost walk. We did, however, get intelligent responses to questions including names, tapping, and the orb discovered later in my video, which was an added bonus.

What did I think of my experience at Burlington County Prison Museum? I’ve decided I’m probably not as thrilled about attending an organized ghost hunt where you have to go with others and follow their lead. I’m definitely more about setting up my own plan, taking my time, and experiencing a property slowly over time. But any chance to get out and explore the paranormal is still one way I like to have fun. If you get a chance to visit or attend a ghost hunt here, you should definitely go.

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

Have you ever visited Burlington County Prison Museum? Do you believe in the paranormal? Let me know in the comments below. While you’re here, don’t forget to check out the rest of the Travel Shop Girl website.

On my new SPONTANEOUS TRAVEL SCALE of 1-5, with 1 being super easy and spontaneous and 5 being you better plan far in advance, this is a 5. Since this was arranged with a company that organizes ghost hunts, it seems highly unlikely that you could just roll in and go. But you’d want time to prepare and organize for a ghost hunt anyway. So while I love spontaneous travel, this is one of those activities where you should definitely plan in advance.

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Think You’re Scared Now? Ghost Hunting at Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum Susan Spitz – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

In a week filled with excitement and Halloween, one of my ghost hunting stops was in New Jersey at the Burlington County Prison Museum in Mt. Holly. This small prison was built in 1811 and remained in use until 1965. Today it functions as a working museum and much more. You can take a tour, participate in an organized ghost hunt, or enjoy a haunted house event around Halloween.

Pre-Ghost Hunt Dinner

Our small group at dinner at Applebee’s

Before our organized ghost hunt with Ghost Hunts USA, we met up for dinner at Applebee’s. This was part of the same group that ventured off into the unknown last year when we investigated Eastern State Penitentiary. Everyone was nice enough to alter their dinner plans to accommodate my picky food needs. You know me.  I usually can’t find anything on any menu to eat. Applebee’s limited offerings included steamed broccoli, fries, and a side of roasted veggies. I can’t complain too much as at least I was able to get some food in me before we left.

Our Arrival at Burlington County Prison Museum

Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car? Click To Tweet

We arrived scrambling and worried that we were late, but fortunately for us, we were on time. I had driven down that afternoon from New York with Jessica, who quickly exited the car while I took forever to get organized.

Jessica stood on the curb a few feet away talking to one of the other women in our group. I don’t know if I asked a question or someone else did at this time, but I heard a surprising response. The answer I heard was “OK,”  which was a really loud deep voice near my face on my right side. I turned quickly because I thought, “Who’s trying to mess with me before we even go inside? Very funny. HA HA,” but no one was standing next to me. They were all up on the sidewalk talking to each other. I asked if anyone had moved close to me and said something right in my ear, and of course, no one had. Were the spirits trying to let me know of their presence before I even got out of the car?

Full spectrum images inside Burlington County Prison Museum

With equipment in hand, we headed into the Burlington County Prison Museum to meet up with Ghost Hunts USA. A little background on our group of six: There were two Lisa’s that showed up and always being the wise ass, I decided that one should be called “Fucking Lisa” and the other “Other Lisa” so we could tell them apart. What can I say? I like to be somewhat creative with a dash of sarcasm and comedy in awkward and scary situations.

The Ghost Hunt Begins

My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? Click To Tweet

Walking down the dark hallway in the basement

We started the evening off in this hallway inside the prison as the woman from Ghost Hunts USA attempted communication with spirits. Our group was somewhat separated due to the darkness and I was near Jessica in one of the cells. We stood in the doorway and the entire time I was swaying front to back non-stop. At first I thought I was doing it and maybe fidgeting. But you don’t move naturally that way as that would be more sideways than front to back. My toes were clenched down into my boots and I made every effort not to move. But move I did. Who was moving me? I had to use a wall to support myself in order to stop the swaying.

When the woman from Ghost Hunts USA stopped to reset her equipment, I turned sideways into the cell and felt something I’ve never experienced anywhere before. Sadness swept over my entire body. Now this wasn’t my brain thinking about being in a prison and how sad it might be. In that moment, I felt completely overwrought with sadness and even began to cry. No, I wasn’t weeping, but I did shed a tear and then caught myself and reminded myself this wasn’t my own emotions. I feel as if this was a residual haunting in this cell that I walked through, felt, and experienced. Later I learned that this isn’t unusual as others have felt this sadness when visiting Burlington County Prison Museum.

Residual vs. Intelligent Hauntings

Residual hauntings are where the spirits that you encounter sort of deposit an experience in an area that then remain on a loop. Think of it as an imprinted video that’s continually plays. You’re not going to interact with the spirit, but more so experience, see, hear, etc. this activity. An intelligent haunting is where you can interact with spirits by asking questions and getting intelligent responses that are directly responding to your questions or requests.

An example of an intelligent haunting is when you receive a response to a question while using a digital voice recorder and/or the SB-7 Spirit Box. If you ask the question, for example, “What’s your name?” and you receive a name, then it’s hard to dispute that it’s not an intelligent response.

When listening to audio recordings, use headphones instead of your computer’s speakers to to hear everything more clearly. Listen to these EVPs that we captured at Burlington County Prison Museum. Bear in mind that I have not enhanced the audio in any way.

Evp “Lisa”:

Lisa EVP on clyp

At about 4 seconds in, you can hear it say “Lisa” in the EVP. Do you hear it?

Click on the link to listen ——>   Lisa EVP <——

EVP “Other Lisa”: 

Other Lisa EVP on clyp

Here’s the “Other Lisa” EVP where we ask “Who do you want to talk to?” Do you hear “other” come through on the EVP at about 9 seconds in?

Click on the link to listen ——> Other Lisa EVP <——

Tapping

Tapping EVP on clyp

In this EVP you’ll hear me ask the spirits to copy me. I tap twice at the 24 second mark and wait for a response. Can you hear the response in tapping around the 30 second mark? Clearly those that were present did as they ask the spirits to do it again.

Click on the link to listen ——> Tapping EVP <——

Burlington County Prison Museum Exercise Yard

In the prison exercise yard

We had a chance to walk outside to the prison exercise yard at one point. It felt so small  considering the prison was built for 100 inmates, but at one time held over 300. There wasn’t much to see and I imagine not much to do. The walls are high and but for the trees, I’m sure they were happy to just be outside in the fresh air.

Seriously though -- there's no action in this pic and whatever this is, it's not just the person but something above and around the person as well. Click To Tweet

Strange image shot in the prison exercise yard

I’m intrigued by this pic as I wasn’t using any special app to produce it. The image was shot with my iPhone and perhaps a spirit or two. Seriously though — there’s no action in this pic and whatever this is, it’s not just the person but something above and around the person as well.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

This is the view from the Burlington County Prison Museum exercise yard facing back toward the prison.

TSG Tip: When conducting any kind of an investigation or ghost hunt, always stand in the same place and take 2 or 3 pics without moving. Sometimes you’ll see something and sometimes you won’t, but it’s always worth trying.

In the prison exercise yard facing the prison

Back Inside Burlington County Prison Museum

After walking around outside for a few minutes, we continued on inside Burlington County Prison Museum to try and collect more evidence.

Standing in the basement, our K-II meters started going off all at the same time

As for visual evidence, the K-II EMF meters, provided to us by Ghost Hunts USA, were active at times. However, nearly 95% of the time I held mine, nothing happened. That is, until we broke away from the main group and headed off to the basement to investigate on our own. Then we did find they were going off, lighting up, and responding to our questions.

Inside the women’s bathroom

Here you can see we went into the supposedly highly active women’s room to try and interact with the spirits. Nothing much in there so we all piled into the men’s room. Strange, but true.

Orbs?

After I returned home and began editing audio and video, I discovered a surprise.  I believe this super short video is legit evidence of an orb in one of the cells inside Burlington County Prison Museum.

Orb?

We were walking around this part of the prison where a few of the women wanted to check out the cells. I was more concerned about getting my equipment organized, which is why the camera is off kilter a bit while I try to find my digital voice recorders. I’m not talking about that large circle that’s a reflection, but the small light that moves quickly from the left side of the door frame toward “Other” Lisa’s leg.

The logical part of my brain always wants to rule out other possibilities before concluding that this is a real finding or not. Keep in mind that it’s November, it’s already starting to be quite cold outside (and inside), and it wasn’t dusty at all in the prison. That removes the possibility of flies and/or dust particles in the air as no other dust was found at any other point on any video. What do you think?

Equipment Used

Ghost Radar Connect

An unusual piece of equipment that I tried out for a few minutes while there was the Ghost Radar Connect app that Kathy told me about prior to our visit. It’s $1.99 in the App store (and available for Android phones and Kindle) and it works like an Ovilus. Just open it and the dot signifies a spirit is in your presence. Once they get the hang of using it, they can start manipulating the words in the included dictionary. At one point it said “thin” then “machine” while I held up my iPhone and asked it to speak into it. Was it referring to my iPhone as a “thin machine?”

The camera I used for this ghost hunt is a full spectrum POV camera with a wide angle IR light. It was attached to a camera light bracket, which is also mounted to an Olloclip Pivot – Mobile Video Grip. I also own two Sony digital voice recorders, both of which were used while we were at the prison.

Not all of the equipment was high tech like this. I love breaking out the dowsing rods as they may be low tech, but they work. No matter where I’ve used them, they always work  and provide intelligent responses and communication.

My Thoughts on Protection

Icelandic rune for protection

I have some basic rules that I like to follow that others may find strange, but we all have our own obsessions. Here are mine:

I definitely say a prayer before I enter a location, one before I start a ghost hunt, and one to close it down. While I don’t consider myself religious, I’m definitely one to believe that I can and should protect myself from anything that I might encounter during a ghost hunt.

You can expect me to wear medallions and anything spiritual for protection. And definitely more than one. On any given day I wear my Icelandic rune for protection (the same one I have tattooed on my arm), my hamsa hand, and then I add in a rosary I received while at Monserrate in Colombia and a St. Benedict’s medal for protection. Think it’s crazy and seems like a bit too much? Then look away. As for me, I’ll stay protected, thank you very much.

Know Your Limits 

I don’t and won’t ever use a Ouija board. I don’t have to explain why, but if you ask me to use one, I’m just not going to.

Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that? Click To Tweet

Demons or anything demonic are a big no-no in my book. I don’t want to discuss, cross paths with, or play with anything that can entice, incite, or stir up demons. So when we were inside the Burlington County Prison Museum and the woman from Ghost Hunts USA started using the PhasmaBox software that allowed spirits to speak through her tablet, I immediately felt uncomfortable when a “child” came through. Demons often like to impersonate children in order to get us to interact with them. I felt uncomfortable as she proceeded to speak with this “child.” Sure enough, when it HISSED, she asked us to “protect ourselves with the ‘white light.'” Again DEMONS ARE A BIG NO IN MY BOOK. Got that?

Continuing with the PhasmaBox software: Someone began communicating in Spanish with a spirit. I listened as she said, “I’m not scared of you.” I thought, “Well, hell — not sure you should speak for all of us.” How many Hispanics would’ve been here from 1811 to 1965? I checked with the museum and discovered there were very few Hispanic prisoners. Why? Because there were very few in Burlington County before 1965. Could this be a demon pretending again to gain the trust of a participant so willing to interact with something, anything? Always protect yourself, learn the history of a location, and don’t get fooled by things you might encounter during a ghost hunt. I’m just big about not bringing things home with me that I can’t see.

My Final Thoughts of Burlington County Prison Museum

Burlington County Prison Museum supposedly gets high levels of activity during ghost hunts. Most of my EVPs sounded muffled and not as clear and audible as I would’ve liked. But this isn’t a ride at DisneyLand. There’s no way to know in advance if you’ll interact with spirits and if you’ll even have any tangible proof that you did like I did on the Newcastle ghost walk. We did, however, get intelligent responses to questions including names, tapping, and the orb discovered later in my video, which was an added bonus.

What did I think of my experience at Burlington County Prison Museum? I’ve decided I’m probably not as thrilled about attending an organized ghost hunt where you have to go with others and follow their lead. I’m definitely more about setting up my own plan, taking my time, and experiencing a property slowly over time. But any chance to get out and explore the paranormal is still one way I like to have fun. If you get a chance to visit or attend a ghost hunt here, you should definitely go.

Burlington County Prison Museum 128 High St, Mt Holly, NJ 08060

Have you ever visited Burlington County Prison Museum? Do you believe in the paranormal? Let me know in the comments below. While you’re here, don’t forget to check out the rest of the Travel Shop Girl website.

On my new SPONTANEOUS TRAVEL SCALE of 1-5, with 1 being super easy and spontaneous and 5 being you better plan far in advance, this is a 5. Since this was arranged with a company that organizes ghost hunts, it seems highly unlikely that you could just roll in and go. But you’d want time to prepare and organize for a ghost hunt anyway. So while I love spontaneous travel, this is one of those activities where you should definitely plan in advance.

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