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2012 Archive:
 LIVE from Oddfest 2012
December 18, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Zombie Advocate Greg Lawson
December 11, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

The Real Exorcist Case with Thomas B. Allen
November 27, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Embracing the Joy of Ghost Hunting by Deonna Kelli Sayed
November 28, 2012

LIVE from the Haunted Stanley Hotel
November 20, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Animal Mutilations and ETs with Chuck Zukowski
November 13, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

The Origins of the Devil with Corvis Nocturnum
November 6, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

LIVE From Wareham's Haunted History Night
October 30, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Real Halloween Ghost Stories -- Part One
October 26, 2012

LIVE from the Central Texas Paranormal Conference
October 16, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Chasing Spirits with Nick Groff
October 2, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Real Wolfmen with Linda Godfrey
September 25, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Trekking the Ghost Frontier: Challenges and Opportunities by Deonna Kelli Sayed
September 21, 2012

Your Cryptid Encounters
September 4, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Lost Technology from the Great Pyramids with Steven Myers
August 28, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Harassing Spirits by Sharon Schindlbeck
August 27, 2012

Black Eyed Kids with David Weatherly
August 21, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

LIVE From the 3rd Annual Michigan ParaCon
August 14, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Time Slips
August 7, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

LIVE from Eastern State Penitentiary: Scared Straight
July 31, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Top Five Cornish Haunted Locations by Mark Porter
July 31, 2012

U.S. Civil War Ghosts with Mark Nesbitt
July 24, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Haunted Objects with Christopher Balzano and Tim Weisberg
July 17, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

The Paranormal Vatican with Gary Jansen
July 10, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Fact or Faked's Ben Hansen by Jennifer Hitt
June 27, 2012

Mission #100 Special
June 26, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Phone Calls from the Dead with Cal Cooper
June 19, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

The Real Dracula with Dave Schrader
June 12, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

A Supernatural Life: Richard T. Crowe by Ursula Bielski
June 11, 2012

All I Have is My Word by Angela Ward
June 6, 2012

What If the Government Disclosed E.T.s Are Real?
June 5, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Paranormal and the Law with Psychic Lawyer Mark Anthony
May 22, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Guidelines to Presenting Paranormal Evidence by Nick Ferra
May 18, 2012

Your Paranormal Encounters - 3 Year Anniversary Special
May 15, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Crop Circles with Patty Greer
May 8, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

After Death Communication with Gary Galka
May 1, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Living Legend Series: Troy Taylor
April 25, 2012

LIVE From Ohio State Reformatory
April 24, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Growing Up Psychic with Chip Coffey
April 17, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Residual Haunts or Paranormal Time Reflections?
April 13, 2012

The Union Screaming House with Steven LaChance
April 10, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

LIVE from the Phenomenology Conference in Gettysburg
April 3, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Bide One's Time: Life After Death? By Debra Prosser
March 31, 2012

Column - regular feature

Time Travel with Von Braschler
March 27, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Extraterrestrial Contact with Stan Romanek
March 20, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Hauntings at Fado: Irish Pubs, Ghosts, and Weird Chicago
March 16, 2012

Getting Psychic with John Holland
March 13, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

SPIRICOM with Thomas Pratt of MetaScience
February 28, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Farewell, Grant Wilson
February 24, 2012

Alien Abductions
February 21, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim with Scott Roberts
February 14, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Induced After Death Therapy: An Interview With April Slaughter
February 2, 2012

The Ghosts of Ohio with John Kachuba
January 31, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Pendulum Dowsing Study
January 25, 2012

Ghost Research: Science or Spiritual? With Dustin Pari
January 24, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Paranormal Pastoring: Part 2 by Reverend Sherrie James
January 11, 2012

The Patterson Bigfoot Film with Jeff Hilling
January 10, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

Your Ghost Encounters
January 3, 2012

30 Odd Minutes - webcast

October 26, 2012

Real Halloween Ghost Stories -- Part One

'Tis the season for Halloween, where all through the land, all the creatures were stirring and clapping their hands in hopes a spooky tale would this way come...

Ok, enough with the pathetic poetic satire! Halloween is one super magical season, and it is also the favorite time of year for many paranormalists. put out a request to our readers for October/Halloween themed spooky personal stories. Here are some of the best!

Our first Halloween-themed encounter comes from paranormal investigator, psychic-medium, and theologian, Kristina Davis-Rake. She shares about a Halloween evening with the ouija board when she was 12 years old

Read, if you dare...

A Ouija Halloween

It was Halloween and - joy of joys! - it was occurring on a Friday night. That meant that when hosts and hostesses would no longer answering the door, we could retire to my friend Rachel's house and spend the evening in belly-splitting bliss.

Rachel was an interesting friend. And by interesting, I mean psychotic. She was simply off her nut. She would always pee her pants when she laughed and found that amusing. She would play vicious jokes on her friends that usually ended in clothing damage. She would laugh so hard that she would reel around and fall on you as if she were in some Pentecostal Church service and infused with the Holy Spirit.

I simply thought she was possessed. But, she was willing to be my friend and, God knows, I had a hard time gathering those, so we spent our time together until she did something unforgiveable, like stealing my drawings of original characters and telling her mother she drew them and having her mother show them to me and say they were being entered into a contest...yes, that sort of unforgiveable. I still cannot fathom the meaning and nature of this relationship, but I digress.

I had remanded myself over to the custody of her equally insane mother, wonderful father, and Boo Radleyish younger brother. She lived in a bilevel right on the river marsh in my sea shore town. When you walked in her house, you entered into the physical center and went upstairs to the normal living space or downstairs into what could have been its own apartment. We always stayed downstairs when I was over. downstairs when I was over.

Rachel and I were ready to go to bed. We both had our own bedrooms downstairs and I was extremely tired. That's when Rachel said, "Kristina, wait! My mom bought me this. Remember we played it at your house once?" She pulled out an innocuous Milton Bradley box that held what I know view as a sinister game: a Ouija Board.

Let me just pause to give you some background. I was baptized in the Catholic church by my lapsed Catholic mother and unbaptized, hostile toward religion for a good reason father. But we never went to church. In fact, I didn't understand why they told the same story when we went once a year (it was Easter) and why my mom never let me take a cookie from the man in the dress.

That was my theological knowledge at that time.

So the ouija board seemed like a harmless way to find ghosts. I had studied the paranormal since before I could read (my family read ghost and vampire stories to me and I watched In Search Of rather than Sesame Street). So I was eager. I was telling her about lycanthropy (yes, I knew the word then) and the like and about some of my encounters with the dead.

Second pause - I knew I had angels and protectors with me, but I had recognized as soon as I started school that it was not okay to talk about the things I experienced. A particular angel would come to me at night and tell me about God and how the universe worked. My houses were haunted and I suffered attacks nightly, up to and including being thrown down from a levitated position while asleep so that I woke up in mid fall as I smacked my mouth against the dresser. When I looked in the mirror, I had blood all over my face and in my mouth. I saw the ghost in the room (his name was Bill), but there were evil things in that house and they did not like me. No one else experienced the attacks. I now realize that I am a psychic medium with a very specific destiny and that evil will stop at nothing to stop me. I digress.

At this point in my life, I knew about the world behind the veil. I knew how close it was and how fragile the veil was. I could see the dead, I knew things before they happened, and I could literally read people's minds. I could hear their thoughts a second before they said them. These were not fun skills to have, neither was being of such a high intellect that they wanted to toss me from the school every year. Hence, the not making normal friends problem.

We pulled out the Ouija Board and began to ask questions. At first, it was the normal "You're pushing it!" "No, you're pushing it!" She kept accusing me of pushing the damned thing and I wasn't. In fact, my hands couldn't keep up with it. It was clearly her and I told her so, so she suddenly let go.

And the pointer kept going. On the board. Spelling out name after name after name after name.

"Who are they?" Rachel asked.

Tell her, my guide said in my mind. I said, "They all died in an accident of some kind."

"How do YOU know?" she asked in that 12 year old girl way.

"You asked," I said as I picked up the pointer. "Anyway, I'm done. Good night," I said as I nervously put the pointer on the bar. Then Rachel had a novel idea. "Let's light a candle and make a ghost appear."

I was twelve years old. I was stupid. I wanted to see a ghost because I never could believe that I had.

So I smiled and sat down and we called on ghosts.

The room changed. I had not felt that before, but I have many times since. Recently, this story of my life was brought to mind when I entered a house where the husband was practicing Satanism. Not the hedonist kind. He was PRACTICING. He even had something guarding the place. It told me its name. I never want to know something like that again.

This is what happened that night with Rachel. The room got darker. I wanted to throw up. My every nerve ending was screaming. I ran to the door to turn on the light and saw something huge and black standing over Rachel in the pitch black of the room. I threw the switch up, selfishly begging that it take her and not me.

Nothing. The light had chased it away. Rachel was sitting there, making faces as if she were possessed and just being a little bitch. But nothing else.

We sat on the couch, though, taking turns sleeping. I was certain something was there and I would not sleep unless she was up watching. She took the opportunity to cut a piece of my hair off and glue it to the side of my face, at which point sleeping was over.

I guess it was about 3 am and we were both up. There was a kitchen in the downstairs and Rachel went in there to grab us soda. I walked to the doorway and turned and saw the most horrific sight. Rachel was standing there facing me holding two cans of Coke in her hand.

And behind her was a seven foot tall black entity. It was a black that wasn't just the absence of light - it was light's opposite. As if light could never enter and never existed inside of it before. There was a sheen to it, though, like roiling oil. And yet, it was opaque. It was a physical contradiction.

Play some more, I heard it say in my mind.

"Hey! Let's try the board now. It's like the witching hour or something," Rachel suddenly said.

I ran. I just ran to the stairs and up them and out the front door. She came following me and I told her I was certain something was trying to possess her. She did her exorcist impression again but I was not budging. I wanted to leave. She finally got me to go back downstairs, telling me she had called my parents but there was no answer (she never called). All night I felt that thing with her. I was so scared. I had no protections in my arsenal, only a pleading to God that something with me would keep it from getting me. Then my own angels said in my mind, Get rid of the board.

I turned to Rachel, who was humming eerily to herself, that we needed to get rid of the board.

"NO way!" she said. "It was a birthday present."

I told her about the black thing and she got a little frightened. Then she falsely remembered that she had seen it, too.

"We need to toss it into the water," I demanded.

Rachel's face contorted a little and she said no, she'd throw it in the trash. I told he she'd get it out again and we were throwing it in the water. I took it and began to make for the sliding glass door downstairs that led to their dock and their boat (we all had boats).

Rachel held on to me the whole way, trying to take the board and literally fighting me.

It was about 6 am by now and still dark, but with the promise of grey at the edges of the night. So I jumped into the dingy and began to row out to the tall grass at the enge of the water, where the marshes were. She followed me in another boat. It was surreal. There was a trash bag in the boat and I wrapped the board and tossed it in the water, pushing it down with the oar. Rachel banged into my boat and we had an oar fight with her laugh maniacally.

As I type this, I am stunned by how untrue it sounds. But I swear to you, every word is true as I remember it. I had repressed the memory of this night until I entered that demon house and remembered that presence.

The bag took on water and the board sank. Rachel stopped hitting me with her oar and sat calmly in the boat. She wanted to know what the hell I was doing out in the lagoon.

I asked her what the hell she was doing out in the lagoon. Then we both realized we weren't quite sure how to row back.

We managed. She seemed more calm, back to her psychotic self, and I left as soon as my parents answered my phone. As I recall, I began to walk the three miles home as soon as I knew they were coming.

I have, on one other occasion, seen someone get physically possessed. That time, I saw the entity pushing into her face.

But this was my first brush with a ouija board. Unfortunately, not my last.

Happy Halloween!

2014 Haunted New England Wall Calendar by Jeff Belanger photography by Frank Grace
Check out the 2014 Haunted New England wall calendar by Jeff Belanger and photography by Frank Grace!

Paranormal Conferences and Lectures
Don't miss the following events and lectures:

Jeff Belanger and “The Bridgewater Triangle” at Dedham Community Theatre - April 6, 2014 9:00PM

The Spirits of the Mark Twain House - Hartford, Connecticut - April 12, 2014

Paracon Australia - East Maitland, New South Wales, Australia - May 10-12, 2014