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Tuesday night was all about a hunt for the undead.
Shana, Joe and Adrian were up for potentially wasting an evening visiting spooky places, so we started out expedition around 10pm.
I outlined our plans:
First, we would visit the haunted bridge behind out subdivision. This visit was brief, as the bridge is on a blind curve on a pretty busy road. I don't think anyone got a creepy feeling.
We may have captured orbs on film, but I have not reviewed the footage gathered.
My gut feeling? No orbs on the spooky old haunted bridge behind our subdivision.
After that adventure, we headed towards Patterson Road, the reported location of two haunted bridges near an old Civil War battlefield and the old Addicks settlement, now submerged under the Addicks reservoir.
A police officer kicked us out of the park we attempted to drive through on the way. I think they must develop a sixth sense for hooliganism. Undeterred, we turned off the four lane Eldridge Parkway for the bumpy old two lane Patterson Road.
We stopped on the Langham Creek bridge and listened. We scanned the woods for the skittering dead. We waited until we saw headlights. The headlights of the damned? No. A minivan.
Paranormal investigators had about the same experience on that bridge but the Bear Creek bridge was pretty spooky for them. We shot passed it and let the minivan get around us on the narrow, shoulderless road.
On the way back we were better able to pause on the more haunted bridge, but again headlights chased us away before anything definitively creepy happened.
We drove up to Clay Road and back down Highway 6 to the old road that leads to Cullen Park. The goal was to visit a cemetery that is closed to the public. The most recent grave is about a century old and the site is surrounded by a barbed wire topped cyclone fence. The point is the headstones are reported to glow, most likely because of the mineral content but possibly due to the restless dead.
The cemetery is maintained by the Army Corps of Engineers as the family no longer uses the place. The dead are lonely.
The road towards the park was definitely creepier than Patterson. I stopped at one point and backed up to look at an armadillo scurrying through the underbrush. I think we all agreed that he was cute and probably scurrying away from ghost orbs we could not see with the naked eye.
We passed the little airport that specializes in restored older planes and discovered the park road was gated off and plainly marked "Closed". What kind of public park closes before midnight? Is this why I pay taxes?
I turned around to head home and was immediately proclaimed a coward by my co-ghost hunters. OMG!
After some discussion, it was decided that Shana would drop us off near the gate and the three of us would walk in, visit the graves, and walk out. We could call Shana on the cell phone if there was an emergency or if we needed bail or whatever.
We hopped out, I turned on the camera and we entered the darkened park.
Joe repeatedly heard footsteps pacing us and spotted a homeless person in the public restroom near the parking lot. We didn't go anywhere near that area.
In fairness, we assumed he was homeless. He may have been a wilderness enthusiast or even fellow law-breaking ghost hunter.
We turned off the paved road and marched into the woods along a narrow walking path. It was so dark I almost missed the cemetery. We trudged off the path and walked over to the fence.
Nothing. No glow, no zombies, no "I'd have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids," nothing. I'm not even sure there was enough light for the camera to pick up anything.
On the bright side, none of us were eaten by the hungry dead. Also, Shana picked us up as she promised.
By this time, it was almost midnight. We may visit the spooky old hospital later, but that trip is a lot more involved and that location is dangerous due to the living occupants (mostly drug users and fugitives) so precautions will need to be taken.
Either way, I needed sleep. I've been having trouble self-editing lately.
Yesterday afternoon a salesperson walked into the NOCC and said, "You guys need to stop throwing paper balls at each other! We are having a client meeting next door and he can see things flying around in here!"
Without thinking I said, "We don't tell you how to do your job."
When I realized she wasn't laughing I added, "these paper balls aren't going to throw themselves, you know."
Yeah, so being well-rested is important. Lack of sleep spoils my aim and I already throw like an I.T. worker.
Plans for today include coffee and trying to figure out a broken computer thingy.