No, I don't feel good...

The sky is all grey here in Cali and it fits my mood like a glove...

Everything else is good, but me...ugh.

I think I'm catching a cold...or perhaps it's PMS with the characteristics of a cold?????

Whatever, it sucks!

So, back to the story:

Oh crap...forgot what I was talking about...hold on! (what a jackass!)

Okay, now I know...The Glen Tavern Inn in Santa Paula, Ca.  Awesome place to hunt for Boos.

Well, Kendal and I were up on the third floor alone (the night manager told us that there was her room and a guest in a separate room on the first floor, me & Kendal with a couple of other guests on the second floor and no one with rooms on the third).  The hallway of the third floor is long and narrow.  Just its appearance can get the mind thinking "creepy."  So, we cleared our minds of that rubbish ('cause thinking that way your mind plays tricks on you), and settled down at an area that had one window and a small, wicker chair.  The little "nook" had a couple of steps up.  The window was not open (not sure if it does either).  The rumor, long ago, was that when the gangsters use to use The Glen for their boozin,' hookers and gambling, a lookout would sit at that window.  The window looks out the area so you can see the street and who ever is coming up to the inn.  

I turned on the digital recorder and Kendal got our her dowsing rods.  I took a few pictures, but got nothing out of the ordinary.  We sat down on the steps with the window and wicker chair behind us.  Suddenly we heard banging (soft banging) and things being moved around in the room nearest the stairs.  I can't remember which room number it is now, but I'll ask Kendal so if you're interested, you can reserve that room...it's freakin' creepy.  Kendal smiled at me and said, "There's no one in that room, is there?"  

"No, the night manager said no ones booked up here," I replied.

Kendal made a face and I along with her...this was cool.  

So, like good investigators we walked over to the door and looked down to see if you could see a light on underneath as quietly as we could...there was no light on.  Now, this place was built in 1911 so it's seen a lot of history.  You can easily tell if lights are on in rooms because of the old frame work thoughout the inn.  Just a note, one side of the inn has been rebuilt due to a recent fire a couple of years back so that part is new.  When we were there, the rebuilt area was not complete yet.  It wasn't even painted.  Just the dry wall was up...but I digress:

We realized there was no lights on in that room while the sound of things being moved could be heard.  Also, you didn't hear a person speaking or even panting moving all that stuff so quickly...weird.  We even said aloud,  "Hello?"  It had no effect.  It was mind boggling, but cool as hell at the sametime.  My instincts told me to run, but the investigator in me said, 'no way, hang out and enjoy this!'  So I did.

Kendal started to ask questions for the fun of it with the rods.  Also, the recorder was going and we were hoping to get some EVP.  We asked for a sign that there was someone present.  We had several answers at different times we asked.  One incident was the wicker chair began to creek like someone's weight was in the chair.  And it wasn't once it was three or four times in one incident.  It hadn't done that before and it didn't after either.  Another time, my recorder was knocked over (I had placed it by the chair standing up).  We asked for a sign again and heard: PLOP.  We looked behind us and the recorder was laying in its back.  Another note: there is carpeting on the floor, but the recorder was standing up fine upon it.  It was not tilted in any way.  The carpeting is very, very thin.  Again, the recorder hadn't fell over before or afterward either.  Then the last one (which was hella disturbing and cool) was the sound coming from the window...

Kendal asked, "Are you still here?  Give us a sign..."

We heard a strange, long straining noise coming from the window outside...

"Oh, it's probably the sprinkler system," I said waving it off like a good skeptic.  It sounded like that to me.

Kendal frowned, "That's not a sprinkler system.  Listen..."

I did listen and expected the sprinklers to go on.  No...then it dawned on me...it sounded more like finger nails on the window being lightly dragged.  

I turned around, "OKAY..."


Speaking of which, I'll get back to this later...  Have a great weekend!