| The Destination: The Pauper Graveyard, located about 50 feet from the spine tingling ocean of concrete better known as the Shoe store parking lot....ohhh scary...yes that was sarcasm. The Time: Dusk...that sounds mysterious don't you think? The Music: A jaunty little group sing along to Want you back -Take That, and In Da Club -50'dy. The Gas Sitch: Yup we needed it The Problem: Octane? Did we get it? I think we did...I don't even know. |
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| How many ghost hunters does it take to pump gas into a truck? The answer? Four...plus one really crabby lady with a moustach. I don't know what's funnier watching Nicole carefully attempting to pump gas into the truck after reading the pumping instructions about thirty times. Listening to Jen's very concerned tone as she informs Nicole that the label above the nozzle she's using says Octane...not gas. Or seeing the look on the old guy's face who was gassing up next to us as the four of us stood around the pump discussing what exactly Octane is and if and how we should put it into the truck...I still don't know what the hell it is so if someone wants to email us please do. After an extensive discussion about whether or not Octane really is gas, we decided anything was better then what we were doing, plus a rather mean looking woman hollered directions at us from across the parking lot, so rather then more discussion we followed orders from 'Her Majesty Crabby ass the Gas station Queen' and headed on our merry way...Octane and all! |
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| This location came to our attention about three months ago and truthfully we were a bit leery about going for two reasons. The first being that we imagined it would not be a pleasant atmosphere, in fact we were pretty sure it would be a hostile ghostly atmosphere. Up until the twenties the large stretch of land had been used as a mass dumping ground for people we'll call 'less fortunate' Homeless people, unwed mothers who died during child birth, the mentally disabled and chemically imbalanced, basically a virtual cornucopia of people the city had discarded as trash rather then people in need. So yea, we were a bit worried cause we were pretty sure there was gonna be some pissed off ghosts residing there. The second reason was that...well its not a great location for ghost hunting. Right next to it is a closed Shoe store, and beside the plot of land is an old railroad track. So not only did we have P.O'd ghosts to contend with but we were a bit worried about the hooligan factor as well. But a ghost hunters gotta do what a ghost hunters gotta do, so here, from us to you is the Girly Ghostbusters Pre investigation the Pauper Graveyard. |
| The Gas dilemma proved only to be the first problem of the night, finding The Pauper Graveyard was our next problem. Parking the truck beside a store we climbed out lugging our equipment along for the hike. We made it to the bottom of a huge walking bridge that takes you across the railroad tracks to the other side, and stopped to check the directions...which let me add were a little sketchy. "Beside the factory and behind the shoe store," we repeated this sentence to each other as we heaved our equipment up the stairs and finally made our way to the top. From our position we could see the shoe store and the factory but the loading docks were blocking most of our view. A corner of the empty unused space was visible but we couldn't be sure the complete size of the graveyard. But there it was, the highty talked about, never ghost hunted Pauper Graveyard in all its glory. We discussed whether or not fully crossing the bridge was a good idea we still had a ways away hike to make from that point. And the idea of trudging along down a highly used railroad track just didn't seem like a good idea at dusk. |
| Jumping back in the truck be made our way around the city to the other side of the bridge and searched around for a safe parking spot. Deciding our best route would be stowing the car in the factory parking lot we headed towards the area and parked in a darkened corner. Once we got out of the car we felt the immediate energy of the place even though it was still a ways away. Making our way across the huge parking lot quietly we were all jumpy and a bit nervous as we began taking in the lay of the land. There where two or three small hills blocking our view of the field of graves. Everything was unmarked there are no headstones or signs, just a huge empty field snuggly between the large factory and the railroad tracks. Making our way a bit closer we noticed that most of the area was surrounded by old trees and shrubbery as if they where protecting the rather harmless looking field. We snapped a couple of pictures from our spot and searched for a better way in. |
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| We moved past the factories driving runs and made our way closer and closer to the area, and that's when we realized that the only safe way we were getting over to the field would be to for us to come in from the opposite direction, across the train tracks. Realizing that this place would take a bit of planning, a bit of scheming, a little trickery on our behalves we decided to get as much as we could from our present location and tackle this one head-on with a little GGB pre-planning. Hence Pre-Investigation. So next week look for the full our Pauper investigation. Were going all out on this one ladies and gents. |
| Were setting aside an entire day next week to this investigation and were calling it our 'stand by me' day...there's gonna be a picnic and everything. See, this is a perfect example of how not every ghost hunt works out, sometimes you gotta just call it a night and try again tomorrow. Granted that doesn't mean we didn't have fun, we stopped by Parkview Cemetery afterwards and got chased out by the groundskeeper...we're sneakier then he expected thought. We're Ninja Ghost Hunters. So check back next week for the day long investigation, it should be interesting. Ethically we just have to do this one justice! |