Creepy Howie...

This was one of the first investigations that the newly formed Vegas Valley Paranormal team had done. There were 4 of us that headed out to the notoriously haunted Sandy Valley Cemetery (at least that's what I was told.) So we decided to investigate it for our selfs. "Hey, you ready?" "Yup! Let's go!"

We loaded up and headed out. We arrived at 10:00 pm and got out of the car. We looked up into the crystal clear sky. It was a full moon and the milky way was in all its glory.

It was kinda chilly but we live for the hunt.

We set up our base table and got ready for our first sweeps of the grounds.

We weren't there three minutes and then Dez, the only female investigator yells " Hey Barrie, my batteries are dead on my camera and the k-2 meter!". I sat at the table changing my battery in the mel-meter that I just put a new 9v battery in before I left home.

I thought about it and said to my self "Boy this night is going to to be great!" I look up and there was a solid black shadow person walking 20 feet in front of where I sat.

Amazing! Not on location 10 minutes and battery drainage and shadow people.

I was frothing at the mouth to get started. I grabed my gear and start my rounds. I started to notice that most of the graves were military except for one that was odd. The name was covered with wood and glue.

So I stop and start an evp session. I sat the digital recorder on the rocks on the foot of the grave. 2 or 3 minutes go by and my lead P.I Scott walked up and we are doing our thing. I look at him and he looks back with the Holy crap! Look on his face.

We both just saw the recorder spin on the rock. So we reset it and few questions later, it turns again then nothing for 45 minutes or so. I found my self standing at this grave again. The batteries died in my recorder, so I said "that's a neat trick but can you really show me you are here." Not as soon as I said that, he let me know he was there!

"Ohh Shi..." something or some one just grabbed my leg and a few pulls from this entity and down I went all the way up to my upper right leg into the grave. My foot would have been where the person's rib cage would have been. I tried to pull my leg out of the hole. As I pulled, it pulled like a tug-o-war. It was trying to pull me down. Scott runs up with his recorder recording and said "who..who was it that attacked Barrie" then he helped me out of the hole.

I was to shaken up too much to continue. We wrapped it up and headed out for home. The next day Scott called me and said "your not going to believe this! I got a response when I asked who attacked you." All I could say was "really?"

Scott said "I'm going to email it now and when you listen to this, call me back".

I open the file, plug in my headphones, and then press the play button.........."Barrie you ok? Yes i am now!........who?..who attacked Barrie !?!?...." (evp) "It was creepy Howie..that crazy bitch is here".

The next day I was talking to the self-appointed "historian" of Good Springs & Sandy Valley, Nevada and I asked him about the grave. The story he told me I was shocking.

He said that the grave belonged to a man named Howard P or Creepy Howie, as the locals knew him. Well, Howard was a bad man. He was said to have done bad things to young girls. When he got caught, he did prison time, but then got out and did the same thing. He then shot himself. His name was covered to protect the grave. My jaw almost hit the ground. I told the historian nothing of what had happened that night, nor did I tell him of the Evp that was captured.

I know this seems like something you would see on a Hollywood horror flick. But it was way worse because this ain't Hollywood!

Until next time be well,

Barrie

To listen to the Evp that was captured go to vvpi.org for this and others captures.

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"Don't!....."

Two round trip tickets to Fillmore, Utah please.

These words would forever change the way my best buddy Luke and I looked at life. We were 15 & 16 at the time on summer vacation. We were headed to Utah, my home state, to visit my family that lived there.

We took the Greyhound bus from Laughlin,NV to Fillmore,UT. We got in at about 2:00 am and walked across the street to my grandpa's house.

A few days have past and Luke and I are getting bored, so we hooked up with a few my my friends I grew up with during the time I was in Utah. Raymond was my best childhood friend.

Preston is a kid I went to kindergarten with.

So I have known them all for a long time and trust them all.

10:30pm

We can't stand the boredom any more and decide to walk to the cemetery were my grandmother is buried. I was told when I was younger that there was a grave there that belonged to a family that was part of a satanic occult. The husband and wife were buried there looking up through a glass top. So we went hunting around the cemetery looking for the plot.

I hear a yell from across the cemetery. It was Raymond calling "hey guys I found it!" so we all made our way through the dark, cold head stones to this very large grave. It was 4x the size of the largest plots.

"Wow, what a grand spot to lay to rest." I said to Luke. All he could mutter was "uh huh."

It was made out of white marble. It had 4 large pillars that held up a large marble top while a small head stone sat below.

Preston walks up and says "it looks like a alter."

Raymond says "cause it is."

Ha ha ha "no, it's not" Luke laughs and exclaims.

Raymond starts to tell the stories he has heard about the grave.

It's haunted and people get sick if they touch it.

So Luke and all of his brains he starts to piss of the side of the grave.

I start to yell at him but before I could say anything his chest thrust forward and his eyes rolled back in his head and he started walking away with bubbles coming from his mouth. He would not answer me, so I chased after him and turned him toward me and whack! I slapped him hard to bring him out of this possession or what ever was happening to him and I did not even phase him in the least. He just kept walking. My other friends are starting to trip out and honestly so was I.

There on the corner sat a church. I have Luke pointed to the church on the corner.

10 minutes go by and Luke comes around enough to figure something is wrong by the way we were acting. I look up past him at the 50 foot pines that surround the cemetery to see 5 beach ball size white orbs of light were dancing around about 20-30 feet in the air.

We could see them moving up and down through the trees. Then, as fast as they where there, they were gone. We all were speechless after the evening's events. It was funny how we didn't talk about what just happened. We just kind of said "we are going home we will see you later."

Raymond and Preston went their way and Luke and I went ours.

Years later I talked with Ray and Preston and asked them how they felt about that summer night. To quote them exactly. "Don't! ......" That all that was said about this night.

Until next time be well,

Barrie