I had the opportunity to investigate Ellison Hall on the University of Oklahoma campus. It was a great night for things that go bump in the night. I did not do any research on the property prior to going just to see what it was like first. Mike gave some information on the way to the investigation about a child who had been injured rollerskating and was taken to the infirmary. He had apparently died as a result of his injuries and is aid to haunt the location by rollerskating down the halls. I was looking forward to see if I could hear the skating.

We did a walk through of the building to see where everything was and where we wanted to concentrate our efforts. We then began to investigate and things began to happen. There was a strange energy on the third floor. While I was there I felt sadness and that there was pain. I kept getting images of crude equipment that didn’t make sense. Vanessa looked like she was almost in tears. We then went to the second floor and spread out more. The end of the building I was on I noticed a light in the bathroom come on which was verified by Logan. I went in to see who or what was in the bathroom and did not find anything. Across the hall from the bathroom I kept hearing papers shuffling and what sounded like a chair sliding into a new position. It was as if someone was working late. We then moved to the first floor and I did not notice anything of significance. After a period of time we then moved down into the basement and spread out. I decided I wanted to be by the door to the underground. Vanessa had expressed a sense of of something not right about the area. She also expressed that she would not go in there for any reason so naturally my interest was there. While some people would run from a place they have been told is evil I feel the need to spend quality time there. Call me dangerous but I have to do what I feel compelled to do. I did not feel anything while I was there. I did love being in the damp basement with its very familiar smell. The memories kept creeping in my head of blackberry jam covered in dust sitting on a shelf somewhere. There was no jam to be found. We decided to take a break. Chris then explained it was an infirmary which I knew from what Mike had said earlier. Then it was made clear that the whole building served that purpose. So that explained the pain and sadness of the third floor to me.

We continued investigating through the night. As the evening progressed the third floor had the most activity. On the end of the hall where I was between Logan and I we started hearing a knocking at random intervals. I placed a meter by where the sounds were coming from to see if we would get any activations. We did not get anything from the meter at all which was disappointing. We did however continue to hear the noises. We started asking questions of whatever was making the sounds to see if we could communicate with it. Through all of our questioning it seemed that it was female. She was looking for a nurse for some reason. It was also communicated that there was more than one spirit. Then the noises stopped and I felt cold air rush past me. After the air passed there was a very loud noise at the end of the hall right behind me like it had gone into the stairwell. Logan got up to investigate and I stayed where I was. I felt incredible sadness and could not help tears from falling down my face. The knocking started back up again. The photographer that was following us that night was away from me and I asked him if he heard the noises as well. He confirmed that he did. Logan came back and I told him the noises were still happening. He told me he had heard footsteps going down the stairs. It seemed that there was more than one thing around us and this was confirmation. I kept hearing papers moving and other sounds from within the rooms as well. We stayed in the area until the activity stopped.

In another area of the third floor I kept getting the sense of pain and crude equipment. I had the feeling like the place had been gutted for some reason. It did not look apparent like remodeling of any kind had taken place. I thought that this was an area where surgical procedures were performed. It seemed a long time ago when surgery was more barbaric than it is today. Vanessa told me she thought the rollerskating sounds were really hospital gurneys being wheeled down the hall instead of a child. I think she is right. I definitely feel a residual energy from the time when it was an infirmary.

Overall the building was an incredible place to explore. I was not disappointed at all with the activity. Most of the time when I go out I get
nothing at all for activity and I have to wait until I go through my evidence to see if I got anything. This night was crazy for activity. I have already gone through all of my photos and did not get anything in the way of a paranormal nature. I am going through my audio as we speak. I am hoping I get confirmation by way of evps!

I know everyone would love to think that we are able to do the paranormal field full time. The truth is we all have day jobs. In my day job I am a chef, pastry chef and culinary arts instructor. I love my job! I also love the paranormal field. I have people tell me that I am brave to sit alone in the dark in a haunted location. I wonder why they don’t tell me I am brave to do that wedding cake for bridezilla. I sometimes wonder which requires more bravery. Just imagine the pressure of being able to ruin someones wedding. If the cake slides into the side of the van and disintegrates because you had to slam on the breaks the cake is ruined. How do you explain it?

If you don’t already know me you will find that cake it is the monster in the closet. Yes I am talking about cake the kind you eat at celebration parties. What cake does to me and many others is it calls out to you to partake of its goodness until it is gone. Then you have ravenous cravings in the wake of its absence. It calls out to me to mold me and create me until I have to have my decorating fix. Then I can relax until the next competition or wedding. I can hear it calling my name in my subconscious. I have great cake days and some bad ones too. Anyone who bakes and decorated knows what I am talking about. There have been times when I say I am done with cake then I turn around and immediately jump back full force into it. I dream of cake with all its colors and flavor possibilities. I have cake nightmares where I cannot do something the way I want to or where the cake implodes. I then wake up happy that it was not reality. Somewhere in the back of my head those cake nightmares stay even when I do not think about them. I love to teach cake to others who in turn find that cake becomes their monster too. It takes over your kitchen, the closets and garage. I cannot do anything without relating it back to cake somehow. Even ghost hunting makes me think of cake. I have wondered if the dearly departed would want to eat a piece if it were placed on the floor naturally with a meter next to it to monitor the activity.

My friend Mike said in his blog post last Tuesday that he needed to recover and I too needed recovery time. Last weekend was spent with me driving to Oklahoma to investigate 4 different locations and then driving back to Houston. I love how dedicated everyone on my team is to this field. We spend so much time together we really are members of a family. We know each other so well we can finish each others sentences and even order food/drinks for each other without asking. It is a good thing we all like each other because we spend much of our free time being
together. I think that because we have all had encounters in the paranormal that we appreciate life in a way that many people do not. We know what is out there because we have experienced it. We definitely take time to smell the roses and count our blessings.

Last weekend was a blessing in several ways. We were treated to dinner by a long time client and friends who we consider to be part of the family. We all listened as he told us he believed we saved his life. To this client what was happening in their life was so bad they believed it was affecting their health to the point where if it had continued they would not be alive. We were just happy that we could help.

We were treated to experiences on several of the investigations. We got meter activations, shadows, unexplained noises and cold spots. This was a great weekend for experiences! It is always great to have something happen when we investigate but most of the time there is nothing that happens. The TV shows don’t show the nothingness. They want you to tune in week after week so every noise becomes something with meaning rather than explainable reasons.

We spent the time driving between the locations laughing at random things. Usually this is the case as we have members who have a great sense of humor. I think Mike caught video several times with us laughing which I am sure he will share sometime. With all the laughter, friendships, food and experiences I had a wonderful time. I always have a wonderful time with the group even if the investigation turns up nothing.