by Andrew K. Arnett

Sophie and I pulled out of the diner’s parking lot and headed east on Jericho Turnpike, towards Mount Misery Road.

“That was a close one,” Sophie said.

“I think they were definitely on to us,” I said.

The manager at the diner where we had breakfast certainly had suspicions about the bag we were carrying. The bag was concealing our Miniature Schnauzer, Shizzle. But what are you going to do when you bring a dog along with you on a road trip? You can’t keep her in the motel room, or your car, while you’re out having a meal in a restaurant.

The fact is, Shizzle has always been a good traveling dog. She keeps to herself and is very patient and quiet when in public. Besides, we needed her for our investigation of Mount Misery. She has proven her ghost hunting abilities before.

“Remember that time I was living in that student housing building in Lexington, Kentucky?” Sophie said.

“That was in March of 2015,” I said.

“Yeah. Shizzle got so sacred there. The place was totally haunted.”

Sophie in Lexington, KY (2015)
Sophie’s room in Lexington, KY (2015)

Sophie’s apartment in Lexington was a five minute walk to the school. She would have to leave Shizzle in the room by herself, typically for about three hours a day, while Sophie attended her classes.

“Shizzle would get so scared alone in that room that she would shake,” Sophie said. “She has never been scared like that by herself before or since. I ended up having to leave her in her crate while I was out. When I got back to the room, I was shocked to find the crate had moved across the room. This happened consistently.”

“Did she move the crate by herself?” I inquired.

“The crate is so large and heavy, I couldn’t imagine her moving it by herself. And I always locked the door when I left, so no one could get into the room.”

“That’s strange,” I said.

“Also, she would tear up everything in her crate and spill the food and water. She was exhibiting a lot of anxiety. One day, because it got so wet in there, I decided I wouldn’t fill the water bowl up. The bowl was empty when I left but when I returned it was full of water.”

“There was no reasonable explanation? Maybe you forgot, or perhaps, someone else had access to the apartment?”

“Absolutely not,” she said. ” I was the only one with the key.”

Shizzle’s crate in Lexington, KY (2015)

It was a rather large non-descript two story home made of brick. Sophie wasn’t the only one who felt uneasy there. Her roommates – there were three on the second floor and one on the first – all thought it was rather eerie.

“All my roommates had weird stories,” Sophie said, “like the old fashioned grandfather clock would go off unexpectedly and at odd hours. On one occasion, my roommates were making colored Easter eggs. One of the eggs turned out looking like spooky faces. We were all pretty creeped out by that.”

“The kitchen,” she added, “creeped me out. The situation got so bad I called up a psychic. This was a highly reputed psychic. I got her as a reference from one of my former bosses in New York City.”

Face-like images appear on died Easter eggs, Lexington, KY (2015)

Sophie asked the psychic if she could pick up on why she felt uneasy there and what was making her dog so stressed out. The psychic did a reading and told Sophie that the house was built on an Indian burial ground.

“She could see like it was something awful,” Sophie said. “It wasn’t like a proper cemetery but a place where Indian women and babies were being slaughtered and dumped.”

The psychic explained that there were some Indian ghost children there that wanted to play with Shizzle. They didn’t want to harm her, they just wanted to play with her. But Shizzle didn’t understand. The psychic advised her on how to neutralize the situation.

“She said I needed to get a bottle of liquor, loose tobacco. Sage. I had to go sage everything and make offerings to the Indians. My roommates and I put tobacco around the perimeter of the house and I buried the bottle of alcohol in the back yard.”

The psychic advised her to make these offerings and say a prayer, so that they knew she was thankful and understood it was their space. She also explained to the spirits that the dog couldn’t understand what was going on, so ask them to be gentle and not scare the dog.

Things finally calmed down around the house. Shizzle was relaxed and there weren’t any unexplained incidents going on. “The vibe just wasn’t as creepy anymore after that,” Sophie said.

We weren’t far from Mount Misery Road, just about five minutes by car. But first, we had to stop by our motel room, to get the cameras and EVPs. etc. While in the room, we decided to conduct a preliminary EVP session with the M2 Ghost Hunter app, to see if we could pick up on anything. We have been using the M2 Ghost Hunter app for a number of years and have had interesting results with it on many occasions.

In the past, communication with the deceased were often facilitated by mediums, psychics and oracles, utilizing séances, ouija boards, etc. Nowadays, ghost hunters often use an EVP, or Electronic Voice Phenomena, an electronic device that allegedly allows communication with the spirit world. These voices can appear as digital readouts on a screen or voices coming from the cell phone, radio and other sources.

Where do these voices come from? They could be coming from beyond the grave, spirits who have passed on. They could be entities speaking form another dimension. They could be angelic or demonic in origin. Perhaps, they are just interpretations from the researchers own subconscious mind. There is the possibility, more often than not, that it could be a hoax, perpetrated by the electronics manufacturer, etc.

Whatever the case may be, we were about to be thoroughly surprised by what we would soon find.