Drinks anyone?

Well the past few days have been relatively quiet. We got the bat people to a safe place so that was all good and then I got an email or maybe it was a text from a certain person (Goth Girl) and I set up a meeting with her to discuss all the craziness that is going on in this freaking town.

So me and the lady from the group (who shall also remain nameless unless I want to die a horrible, painful death by her hand) went to the local bar. So here we are, chilling at the bar checking out these hot dudes and then everything goes weird. Welcome to my life. I live for weird. Life would be so boring if it was normal. Anyway, there's this dude right. And he's got this crystal on a chain and seems to almost be hypnotizing people with it and I asked to see it and then I don't really remember much after that. Supposedly he robbed the place and she who must not be named pretty much kicked his ass. Apparently he had a demon dog with him or a hell hound or maybe it was a pink poodle with him. IDK.

So after all that, we go to a different bar and meet up with The Group and Goth Girl and then a freaking bar fight breaks out. Okay, it was more of a gun fight and these dudes were shooting up the place, but it's all good cause I kicked ass! I totally took this guy out with my awesome shooting skills. Hell to the yeah! I rocked that shit! Apparently these guys were trying to kill Goth Girl. So not cool. Couldn't they have waited till we got the info we needed, then shot at her? Guess not.

So once the fight was done, we went to the cemetery to hang out. Why not right? I like cemeteries. Lots of dead folks hanging around there. So The Group decided to put Goth Girl in a safe-house after getting her stuff from her place and then The Group decided to split up. And I kind of, sort of got distracted. Not my fault! My friend, Rocco, told me that there was some funky EMF shit going down at Taco Bell and how could I resist. I mean, really. This is me we're talking about. I never pass up an opportunity to check out a haunting. Anyway, I found nothing but a haunted burrito.

Damn the Man!

Holy shit! It has been a crazy ass few days. I haven't been able to blog for days! Granted The Group has forbidden me to blog, but they can't keep me quiet!

Last time I blogged, I reported that the Mrs. Farmer Bob had been murdered and that the head nurse was a suspect. So a couple of us headed to her house to check out what was going on and see if we could learn anything more. Okay, I actually went because I thought maybe her house was haunted. It wasn't. Although I did learn more about all the corruption is this town! I hate the government and police officials in this town! Constantly trying to put the man down and cover up shit! It has to stop! We, the people, deserve to know the truth!

Anyway, we went back to that crazy church and all hell broke loose. Literally. We got into the church, found some weird bible (which I may have borrowed), and find a cellar with more gigantic bat people! As freaked out and as scared as I was, it was also one of the most awesome moments of my life. I really, really wanted to take some pics to post, but I figured that would be pushing it a bit and the one lady in The Group scares the shit out of me. I have a feeling she would rather kill me than listen to me talk. Seriously. Anyway after freeing the Bat people, we got shot at. Totally not lying! I got shot at and so did my baby. I've had that car since my dad passed it down to me and it almost got shot up! I was not a happy camper. Alright. More to come later.

Curiouser and curiouser

So after our little adventure at the church I decided to contact some people that may have some idea as to what is going on. So I chatted up a professor at the local college regarding the history of Townsville and the church. Basically that led to us (The Group) heading to the local archives. So we found this freaking awesome book.

Did I fail to mention that I can sense things when I pick up an object? Well I can. Not only that, but sometimes I see dead people. Seriously! Just like that kid in The Sixth Sense, but I'm cooler. Anyhoo, I picked up this book and was like teleported through time. I saw some freaking awesome cool shit. Which I can't really talk about cause if The Group founds out they might have me killed. Or at least tied up and duct taped so I can't blog anymore.

Anyway, I'm hanging out at the psychiatrist's house (or maybe he's a psychologist. Don't know nor care). Sadly though there's no bodies in the basement. Granted he won't let me dig up his basement, so there could be bodies. His house isn't very interesting. Although one of the pillows in his bedroom is giving off some major EMF readings. Not sure if I want to know why. Shit! I hear someone coming! I better get back to the living room.

P.S. Apparently Mrs. Farmer Bob was murdered and the suspect is the head nurse

Freaking out!

Okay so I'm quickly posting this while in the bathroom at Denny's. I'm totally freaking out! Like seriously! So we headed out to that church place that I mentioned and OMG! Creepy. There was a crazy alter in the church and we heard some strange sounds and then all of the people who live there all woke up and there was this giant beast thingy and I thought for sure we were all gonna die! I have never, in all my years of investigating the strange and supernatural ever seen anything like this beast. The thing was gigantic and leathery and had wings. Like a giant bat man....well not Batman, but you know Bat man; as in part bat, part man. Okay gotta get back to the table and eat my waffles before the group becomes suspicious. Will update once I know more.

Shhh.....

Monday Evening

So I'm not supposed to be blogging anything and I'll probably get busted by the group, but it's worth it. So I met this nurse when I hit up the hospital the other day and she had some photos of Mrs. Farmer Bob that she showed me. Way gross! So I told her I thought something strange was going on and she agreed so we decided to meet up at this bar. We got there and then ran into some psychologist dude that she knows and he was with a group of people including this really huge guy who I think is a sumo wrestler. *snorts* How cool is that?! I got totally wasted and saw some really hot guys and showed off my site and blog to the people in this group.

So they all agreed with me that something strange is happening around town. I'm not sure if they really believe that I'm a paranormal investigator, but I am! I hate it when people don't believe me! I think the psychologist dude thinks I need medication. Which I don't!

Anyway we found out that some strange stuff is happening outside of town near this church. Off to investigate we go! Dean and Sam would be so proud!

The Truth is out there and I will find it!

I am a paranormal psychologist. A ghost hunter, supernatural hunter. Whatever. I'm a firm believer that the truth is out there and I will find it. Some people think I'm crazy and others think I've watched way too many episodes of Supernatural. Both are probably true. My life lately has been relatively quiet. Sure I've managed to hunt down a few ghosts and have had some sightings of strange things, but what happened earlier this week blew all of this out of the water.

I'm from a relatively small city. For cautionary purposes we'll call this place Townsville. Last week a local farmer, we'll call him Farmer Bob, was killed at his home. While normally this wouldn't attract my attention too much, it was the fact that he was ripped apart. His limbs were torn from his body. I shudder at the thought of such a death. Something about his death struck me as odd. Then the clerk down at the local shooting range was killed and the man who allegedly killed the clerk (we'll call him Franklin) was found dead. Torn apart just like Farmer Bob. Strange. Very strange.

So I hit up my usual sites looking for some answers or clues as to what was going on and found out that Farmer Bob's wife was still alive in the ICU at Townsville Hospital and that Franklin's body was there too in the morgue. Time to get my investigative skills on! So with some pretty swanky investigative moves and bribing the poor Coroner boy in the morgue I got a look at good ole Franklin. Ugh! I almost upchucked all over the damned place. Gross!!!! Anyway, after getting up close and personal with Franklin I can most assuredly tell you that he was not killed by anything human. I'm thinking a beast of some sort. Not sure what. Will blog later once I have more evidence.