I’m flying, therefore I write. It, at least, seems like a good time to write to me with the low hum of the plane’s engines serving for white noise while cruising through the air. Oh, it’s a little bouncy. After all, this is just a pint-sized jet from Oklahoma City to Houston, where I’ll later connect to Cleveland. This is my second trip to Ohio this month as I’ve been encountering more employment opportunities out there than in Oklahoma.
This weekend will prove to be a busy one as I’ll also be speaking with Society of the Haunted for OPERA at the Shriner’s Center in Oklahoma City on Saturday at 1:00 PM, and that night we also have a paranormal investigation. Furthermore, my youngest son’s 10th birthday is on Sunday. I will be exhausted come Monday, but busy is better than boring.
Pictured here the Lizzie Borden framed photo before it fell.
While preparing for the OPERA speaking engagement, which will cover “unusual experiences” we’ve had, I was going through some old audio in order to find the crashing glass of a framed photograph at the Stone Lion Inn. For those that have read Ghosts and Legends of Oklahoma, you’ll recall the account in which I was walking up the stairs and another investigator had taken but a step up and between us fell the framed photo of Lizzie Borden. This made a fantastic racket over my audio recorder, but there was something else that caught my attention. This event happened only about two minutes after I caught the white wisp on camera that is pictured in the book.
One of the other noted events of the young evening was that of the bureau in the Stone Lion’s entrance hall. For some inexplicable reason, the top middle drawer was open, and we casually noted it as we walked past to the Parlor Room, which is reportedly haunted with the spirit of a man in a top hat. Within minutes we were alerted to a type of knock from back in the entrance hall, and when we ventured out to take a look the drawer was closed. Johnny whipped out his Tri-Field meter, I started snapping pictures, and the photo of the white wisp was captured (although I didn’t realize it until I started looking through the photos the next day). Two minutes later… crash.
I wonder why I didn’t realize it before. It’s not like I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on at that moment. After all, I went back through all of this when I was writing the book. Perhaps it’s one of those cases in which I was too focused on the individual events to recount for Ghosts and Legends that I wasn’t taking a step back to soak in the whole picture. It certainly makes everything that happened at that time much more meaningful, and it’s making me consider the other things that happened that night such as an upstairs door opening on it’s own and the sudden wave of energy that nearly floored me in the library. Something that night was seriously trying to get our attention.