Ghost Hunter

05/06/2023

Yeso, NM

11/25/2022

I had another dream about Yeso. The dream was about the small field between the old store/motel/trading post and the building on the west side that was boarded up. In my dream the field was completely covered with brush. There were two huge piles of metal parts of all kinds close to the store. I removed a board that was covering a window of that odd building that was boarded up and saw an old lady sitting in a rocking chair. She told me the sound we heard that one night was her removing metal parts from one of the piles to reveal what was underneath, so we could see it.

I asked her why she was alone, I told her that her being alone in an abandoned building seemed very strange to me. She told me that just like the building, she too was abandoned, left to die.

Thinking about it, it almost felt as if this place was calling out to me through my dream. Trying to use my weakness, mom, to lure me there. Then I wondered if perhaps this old lady is buried there, perhaps underneath one of the piles of metal. The lure is so strong right now.

In my dream the old lady said she spends all her days trying to lure passing cars to stop, or cars that do stop to come closer to the field. There is a state road NM60 that passes through Yeso, right on the edge of the abandoned store. She went on to say that no one stops to look at things closer, that people are too busy in life to notice detail. I enquired as to what type of detail. She said “clues, the type that leads police detectives to solving things. I tried to clarify, “a crime?” She did not respond, which in my mind, it meant an acknowledgement.

I also had a couple other dreams of Yeso right after we visited there a few months back, but I don't remember them too much now. I think in one of the dreams I was talking to a lady who told me she worked at the store when she was a little girl. She kept asking me if we saw her house, the one with the small tower and if her little school was still up. In the dream when she mentioned a school, that got my interest as I felt something I would want to photograph. I asked her how I can know if one of the buildings was at one time a school. I remember she said it had white walls.

This all sounds almost like some sort of mystery that can be solved with evidence left behind. I wish so bad I could remember the other dreams, but I can't.

I have this urgency, a need to go back.

11/25/2022

This is the truth, I swear to God!

I accelerated on the deserted state road 84 heading toward Fort Sumner. There was a sense of rush as the sun was setting. The goal was to reach Yeso before darkness but we both knew, that would not be possible. We reached Fort Sumner right before sunset, but we knew time was not on our side. Soon darkness would come, sooner than we wanted. My friend pleaded with me, "please hurry!" It was a race we both knew we would not win.

We could see the sun losing its brightness and starting to turn orange. We still had a good 20 minutes. We reached Yeso as the sun disappeared in the horizon. The horizon still had a faint layer of orange at the bottom of edge, but it was fading fast. Darkness would soon fall. We parked in front of the building. And there it stood, staring at us, barely visible from the last light of sunlight, waiting for darkness.

We were nervous and scared at the same time. The unexplained things we experienced a month ago inside this building during daylight hours were still vivid in our minds. This was insanity! The windows revealed nothing, just darkness. We knew the time had come and it was time to enter. We were searching for answers, in a way to find an explanation for something that could not be explained. But somehow, we knew we had to enter, although deep inside we knew is was not right, not logical, not smart. As we made our way to the entrance, the hairs on my back stood up, like some sort of warning. I felt a chilling sensation, a mixture of excitement and fear. Inside it was very dark, we had to use our flashlight to navigate through the clutter of objects and debris. It seems to be ok, we started to relax as we moved around the lower level and upper stairs.

Everything seem to be as we left it the last time we were here. But at the same time, everything looked different at night. Our lights used to see were creating shadows on corners of the rooms and behind large objects. We spent a good 30 minutes exploring every inch of the place. We saw thing we had missed in the daytime.
It was time to leave, there was some sense of urgency. We were glad it was time.

On our way out, while leaving the large open room, I suddenly heard it. This sound suddenly broke the quiet in the darkness. The sound had a short duration but very distinctive. It seemed to come from just outside the open window. I initially became confused with the sound and tried to make sense of it. It sounded as if someone was dragging or scraping something heavy on the dirt shoulder of the road. I stopped and asked, "did you hear that?" She was in front of me and turned around to look at me, "Yes, let’s get out quick." Then we heard it again, the same exact sound, but now it sounded like the direction of the sound had moved.

"It sounds like someone is dragging something right outside!" I said trying to make sense of what both of us were hearing.

There were no vehicles passing by on the road, as the vehicles could be heard from a distance, and the sound lasted longer. This sound lasted for about three seconds and it would stop. To me it sounded like a dragging sound. The sound was loud enough to hear clearly, it appeared that whatever was being dragged must have been large. It sounded like it was happening in the shoulder of the road that is made up of some dirt but mostly of small pebbles.

Then it made the dragging sound again, I was trying to look outside through the window. It seemed like the sound was just outside the window, and it was the same, except the direction was changing. I pointed my flashlight through the window, but a screen made from mesh metal was making it hard to see anything.

My friend was moving fast to the exit door of the building, "we need to leave, we need to get out!" I suddenly became concerned as she was moving too fast away from me, as I had stopped to try to figure out the sound. I was afraid that someone was outside, and she was reaching the door fast.

As I was trying to figure out everything that was unfolding in front of me, the sound was heard again for the fourth time. My friend reached the outside, as I was now running trying to reach her. In my rush, I stumbled on an object, but I was able to regain my balance and avoid falling. When I finally caught up to her right outside the door, I asked her, "who is it?"

"There is no one outside," she responded looking toward the direction of the sound.

She was right, there was no one. The place was deserted. We waited for some time to see if we could hear the sound again, but there was nothing. Just dead silence and darkness. We walked around to the front of the building to see if we could find any drag marks or any evidence of what we had heard. There was nothing.

My friend pled, "please, let's get in the safety of the car, please!" See less

11/24/2022

I wanted to talk more about the experience we had in the abandoned building in Yeso, New Mexico. While my friend and I were there, I noticed some crows flying around. Many times people think this is a bad omen, but I did not mentioned anything, because we were getting ready to enter the building, and I did not want to scare her, as she was already hesitant to go inside. Immediately the movie "Crow" crossed my mind:

"People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
James O'Barr, The Crow"

Days later, afterwards, I told my friend about the crow and she told me about a dream she had:

"I did have a bad dream the other night though,, it's been bugging me,, I dreamt there was a dead black bird (it was a little one though) on the back of my hand! I kept shaking it off and saying "why is there a dead bird on my hand?" It creeped me out and made me fear something was going to happen to one of my birds,, or someone. But nothing. I have prayed that it is nothing more than a stupid dream so it's in God's Hands!

11/24/2022

It sat along the deserted lonely backroad of the New Mexico desert landscape. A little ghost town named Yeso, a Spanish word used to describe a type of plaster composed of ground gypsum, typically used in sculpture or for whitewashing walls. But the two-story building sat there, abandoned underneath the New Mexico sky to rot in decay. It had a forbidden look, inviting us to enter if we dared. My friend was hesitant to enter for good reason, pointing to the words "Stay Out," written on a sheet of metal on the front window, a warning of some sort.

We stepped into the dark interior shadows of its wall, its broken windows exposing thrown objects layered in dust, resembling the aftermath of some war zone. Carefully we made our way inside, deep in the interior of its frail walls, that were peeling, revealing the interior crust and the cracks formed by the age of time. Then we saw it, the steps going up to a closed wooden door.

But before we could take it all in, we were suddenly startled as the door opened wide and then closed again, very slowly. We froze for a moment, wondering what had caused the door to open the way it did? We started to go up the stairs, making a cracking sound with every step, announcing our ascend. I gripped the doorknob hard as it felt heavy with every resistance of my pull. As it opened, we felt this uneasy feeling, a premonition of some sort, some unexplained, unknown danger.

My friend gasped for air, feeling like something was sucking the air out of her. Her eyes opened wide and with a faint whispering sound, she said, "I can't breathe."

11/24/2022

11/20/2022

Spirit box or ghost box, which work by randomly scanning through FM and AM frequencies to pick up "spirits" words in the white noise. It sweeps Radio Frequencies. The white noise and the fast scanning of radio frequencies is believed to provide the energy and transmission that spirits need to get their voices through to us.

Within ghost hunting and parapsychology, electronic voice phenomena (EVP) are sounds found on electronic recordings that are interpreted as spirit voices.

EVP are usually brief, usually the length of a word or short phrase. Enthusiasts consider EVP to be a form of paranormal phenomenon often found in recordings with static or other background noise. Scientists regard EVP as a form of auditory pareidolia (interpreting random sounds as voices in one's own language) and a pseudoscience promulgated by popular culture.

11/20/2022

Electric and magnetic fields (EMF) is a Meter Magnetic Field Detector for Ghost Hunting and Paranormal energy detection. EMF detects electromagnetic fields are designed to locate potentially harmful EMF radiation from nearby power lines or household appliances, the Safe Range has but has also become a popular toll for detecting ghosts. Real ghost hunters use EMF meters as a key part of their specter tracking arsenal.

Ghost hunters use the meters to look for spikes in the EMF signal, with the spikes suggesting a change in electrical current, and thus a spirit unexplained energy in the surrounding environment. Ghost hunters turned to EMF meters as the instruments that yield tangible data — data collection lends credibility to an activity that lends itself to the world of pseudoscience.

EMF fields are present in the world around us, and if you subscribe to the assumption that ghosts contain some electrical residue, EMF meters would be a good way to detect their presence.

11/20/2022

Hi, welcome!