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Buddy's Bar, Buckton PA |
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The Investigation The first encouraging sign was that we measured several large cold spots in places where there were no air vents, no ceiling fans, and no windows. The drops in temperature were near or at thirty degrees colder than the rest of the room, and the areas had definite shape. Several moved away or toward us before dissipating. We also recorded several rises in EMF activity, though at least one of those was quickly disproved as coming from a cigarette machine on the opposite side of the wall. After approximately five minutes, Tabby came up the stairs in a hurry, followed by her three students. "Something got me," she said. She lifted her hair and showed a series of six long scratches across her neck. While the six students and I watched, three more appeared on the other side of her neck. We recorded the phenomenon with digital video, which you can see below. Not feeling in the least bit intimidated, Tabby refused to leave (though at least three of the six students really wanted to) and continued the investigation. With my group in the basement, I attempted EVP work and also tried provoking whatever had attacked Tabby, but got nothing. Then I noticed that one of my students' breathing had become shallow and fast. I turned to see her, all the color drained from her face and her hands quaking. "Something's touching my face," she said. The other two students turned a video camera on her and began taking readings. Against the side of her face that she said was being "stroked," we felt and recorded a thirty-degree temperature drop with no logical explanation. We stood there watching until the cold spot dissipated, a full 45 seconds, then made our way back up the stairs. Disturbed but otherwise unharmed, we let the student sit for a while in the main area, where we'd set up a "command center" of sorts, with another student while the rest of us continued the investigation. |
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As we made our way back through the room, one of the students, who was walking well away from anyone and was in front of me, let out a yelp and jumped. Something, she said, had pinched her butt. Other phenomena we experienced, though didn't capture on video, included the sighting by three of our group, at separate times and never together, of a man peering around the corner by the stairs that led to the basement. We also heard what sounded like footsteps walking through the kitchen area, and saw doors swing wide as if thrown open, with no one there to push them. Conclusion |
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