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Oakabella Homestead - Ghosts and Hauntings - Sometimes the spirit of a location will reach out to grab you. There are many stories of people dreaming or having vision of a location before they have ever set eyes on them. A lot of the time this could be a premonition of the site of an event yet to happen. Sometimes it could be a glimpse of a past or future life. Sometimes on the rare occasion it can be both.For more than forty years the current owner of Oakabella Homestead had been dreaming of the old white home sitting amongst the dusty and scrubby landscape. The dreams gave her a perfect vision of the house she would later own, a house located outside of Geraldton, Western Australia. At the time, and for most of the duration of these dreams, she was living in Canada but it was in 1989, when she moved to Perth, the dreams become more vivid and frequent. When she finally travelled out to the homestead with a friend she instantly recognised it as the house from her dreams.Oakabella Homestead was established in 1851 by James Drummond on 44,000 acres of land. The land, including and surrounding the homestead, was very important to the local indigenous tribes and confrontations between the natives and the pioneers soon broke out. It is not known how many deaths occurred due to these confrontations but it can be safely assumed there were more than a few inflicted on the indigenous population.After the Drummonds left Oakabella Homestead it passed through several owners before being purchased by the William and Amy Jackson on July 1, 1910. The Jackson family used the land for farming and also, interestingly, for breeding horses for the British Army in India.Unfortunately, as with all families in the the era, there were a number of child deaths in the homestead. Not all were from disease and the other afflictions that caused high child mortality. Several accidents have occurred including that of one child who fell while climbing through an open window breaking their neck.In 1973, another of the Jacksons met an untimely death. George Jackson was sitting in his room cleaning his gun when it went off killing him. If you have a look at reports on the internet you will read how this is one of the only rooms that has any dark or foreboding feelings tied to it. The furniture has been left in place and some people have found that the bloodstain can still be seen on the walls, floor and furniture under specific lighting conditions.The house underwent a massive restoration and refurbishment in 1995 and opened to the public for tours in 1997. Cat bones were found in door and window frames, an old form of warding off spirits.Apparently the ghosts wanted it kept old as new appliances and tools had a habit of breaking. All the furniture was kept instead of renewing as was many of the artefacts of pioneering life. All fifteen rooms of the homestead have a story to tell and you can hear these by taking the tour.The current owners put the history of the homestead and land in more importance to the ghost stories. The house is virtually a museum as are the accompanying buildings. A majority of the pieces on display are from the Oakabella estate itself as well as other interesting collections from the region and of colonial times.It has been said that Oakabella Homestead is a portal or a meeting place for local spirits. The spirits of previous owners of the house, those that have died on the property and even the souls of those who have passed away in nearby Geraldton are said to make themselves known on occasion. Children seem to have a lot of interaction with the spirits as the ghost of a little boy has presented himself to them on many occasions.George Jackson seems to be the loudest of the spirits with his banging on the walls of the house. Footsteps have been heard in the halls, electrical appliances go haywire, doors swinging open and closed and on rare occasions objects and tools moving and sometimes rising off of benches.The traditional owners of the land the Yamaji people state that the ancient spirits tied to the dreaming also still wander the landscape. If you venture off the beaten track you will find caves complete with cave paintings and artefacts as well as traditional meeting grounds. As with all locations of indigenous significance it is warned that you do not remove objects from the site. You may soon find that you want to send them back in a hurry.Ashley Hall 2012Picture: Oakabella Homestead.Inset Left: Detached kitchen.Inset Right: Path to Georges room.
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Oakabella Homestead
- Ghosts and Hauntings

- Sometimes the spirit of a location will reach out to grab you. There are many stories of people dreaming or having vision of a location before they have ever set eyes on them. A lot of the time this could be a premonition of the site of an event yet to happen. Sometimes it could be a glimpse of a past or future life. Sometimes on the rare occasion it can be both.

For more than forty years the current owner of Oakabella Homestead had been dreaming of the old white home sitting amongst the dusty and scrubby landscape. The dreams gave her a perfect vision of the house she would later own, a house located outside of Geraldton, Western Australia. At the time, and for most of the duration of these dreams, she was living in Canada but it was in 1989, when she moved to Perth, the dreams become more vivid and frequent. When she finally travelled out to the homestead with a friend she instantly recognised it as the house from her dreams.

Oakabella Homestead was established in 1851 by James Drummond on 44,000 acres of land. The land, including and surrounding the homestead, was very important to the local indigenous tribes and confrontations between the natives and the pioneers soon broke out. It is not known how many deaths occurred due to these confrontations but it can be safely assumed there were more than a few inflicted on the indigenous population.

After the Drummonds left Oakabella Homestead it passed through several owners before being purchased by the William and Amy Jackson on July 1, 1910. The Jackson family used the land for farming and also, interestingly, for breeding horses for the British Army in India.

Unfortunately, as with all families in the the era, there were a number of child deaths in the homestead. Not all were from disease and the other afflictions that caused high child mortality. Several accidents have occurred including that of one child who fell while climbing through an open window breaking their neck.

In 1973, another of the Jacksons met an untimely death. George Jackson was sitting in his room cleaning his gun when it went off killing him. If you have a look at reports on the internet you will read how this is one of the only rooms that has any dark or foreboding feelings tied to it. The furniture has been left in place and some people have found that the bloodstain can still be seen on the walls, floor and furniture under specific lighting conditions.

The house underwent a massive restoration and refurbishment in 1995 and opened to the public for tours in 1997. Cat bones were found in door and window frames, an old form of warding off spirits.

Apparently the ghosts wanted it kept old as new appliances and tools had a habit of breaking. All the furniture was kept instead of renewing as was many of the artefacts of pioneering life. All fifteen rooms of the homestead have a story to tell and you can hear these by taking the tour.

The current owners put the history of the homestead and land in more importance to the ghost stories. The house is virtually a museum as are the accompanying buildings. A majority of the pieces on display are from the Oakabella estate itself as well as other interesting collections from the region and of colonial times.

It has been said that Oakabella Homestead is a portal or a meeting place for local spirits. The spirits of previous owners of the house, those that have died on the property and even the souls of those who have passed away in nearby Geraldton are said to make themselves known on occasion. Children seem to have a lot of interaction with the spirits as the ghost of a little boy has presented himself to them on many occasions.

George Jackson seems to be the loudest of the spirits with his banging on the walls of the house. Footsteps have been heard in the halls, electrical appliances go haywire, doors swinging open and closed and on rare occasions objects and tools moving and sometimes rising off of benches.

The traditional owners of the land the Yamaji people state that the ancient spirits tied to the dreaming also still wander the landscape. If you venture off the beaten track you will find caves complete with cave paintings and artefacts as well as traditional meeting grounds. As with all locations of indigenous significance it is warned that you do not remove objects from the site. You may soon find that you want to send them back in a hurry.


Ashley Hall 2012

Picture: Oakabella Homestead.
Inset Left: Detached kitchen.
Inset Right: Path to Georges room.

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The Curse of “Litte Bastard”

On September 30th, 1955, James Dean was driving his Porsche Spyder when it crashed (head on) with another car. Dean was pinned inside, neck broken. His friend in the passenger seat was thrown from the car and survived. So did the man Dean crashed into.

This is where the urban legend of this curse begins. George Barris (a car designer) bought the Porsche to use it for parts. When it was delivered to his yard, it rolled of the truck and broke a mechanic’s legs.

Next, a doctor named, Troy McHenry bought the engine of the Porsche to replace his own. He died in a car crash the first time he took it out for a drive.

The fatalities and injuries continue. Another doctor bought some parts and was seriously injured in a car wreck. Someone bought two of the tires and got into a wreck when both of them blew out at the same time. The shell of the Dean car was being transported to a road safety exhibition in Salinas when the truck skidded and crashed. The driver was killed. This urban legend, whether true or not, is an interesting one.

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naomisarts asked: My fathers side has kicked me out because i'm a sin for certain things i can do. Anyways i was telling her how to protect her self since her bf is getting aggressive. She lives all the way in utah but i could feel something bad showing up in my room. That night she felt pressure on her chest. I want to know your thoughts and if you know anything about this "tower".

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naomisarts asked: My cousin's bf is getting into trouble with demons and is changing. She tolled me they went camping in a desert in Utah twice with him. In the first one their friend went crazy and tryed to slit his wrist and her bf said a "witch" was trying to take him or his skin. Which reminds me of skinwalkers. The other time she heard a crying baby but her daughter was asleep. (sorry need to make another one!)

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naomisarts asked: i had a dream last night after i had woken up at 4am feeling sick with this fear that i wouldn't wake up if i fell alseep again. At the end of my dream i suddenly started reading from something. I saw a black, white, and red sketch of an old church bell tower. On the tower was a shadow of a goatman. I think i called it "devils tower" ofr "tower of the devil". I think some of it had to do with my cousin. (second part coming sry)

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Anonymous asked: I know one thing about the dreams, there is a girl at my school, (yes, I am under 18, over 1) who may have the same problem, her name is Lauryn, does this mean it is normal? Or that we must share something to have the exact same phenomena? I often think about it, what do you guys think? (Sorry I keep asking about it, I just really need to know how and why it happens)


The Creature of the Dump
By Stephen Wagner
Have you ever seen a creature you could not explain? For one junkyard treasure hunter, her encounter with a strange animal is one she’ll never forget.
Sometimes it’s difficult to believe your own eyes. When people encounter a thing they cannot explain - something completely alien to their experience - they tend to doubt their own senses at first. The mind tries to relate what is seen to previous experiences, but when that thing is so totally bizarre, many people second-guess their experience. “I couldn’t have seen that,” they tell themselves. “It doesn’t make sense.”
In a poll of readers a few years ago, I asked if they had ever seen a living creature they could not explain. Of more than 650 respondents, 47 percent said that they had. That’s a lot of unexplained sightings.
Paula M. had one such sighting. But it wasn’t of a Bigfoot, a sea serpent, or even a chupacabras. In many ways it was much stranger. And try as she might and after diligent research, she has yet to come up with an explanation for what she saw.
HUNTING FOR GLASS
The encounter took place on a warm, otherwise ordinary day in the summer of 1999 just outside a small town in Oregon.
One of Paula’s hobbies was prowling through old junk yards and dump sites for old vintage bottles and glass. On this particular day, she headed to an old off-road dump site that she had heard about but had never been to before. Paula parked her car on the side of the road and hiked a short distance to the dump.
The dump was typical of several she had been to: Piles of discarded household items and furniture, scattered mounds of rusting old appliances and metal. This recess was quiet and secluded. It was surrounded by trees and had patches of tall skimpy grass and weeds amid the trash. A small stream rested at very bottom of the recess with slow moving water one to two inches deep.
HOLES IN THE GROUND
Then Paula noticed something peculiar - something she had never seen at any other dump site.
"As I was staking out the area," she said. "I happened across some tunnel-like holes in the ground. The holes were of a peculiar size, which made me wonder what kind of animal possibly could have dug them."
Paula noticed six or seven of the holes, each about two inches in diameter and partially camouflaged by the sparse growth of the recess. The holes could have been made by any number of burrowing creatures, Paula reasoned. She didn’t worry about it.
Experienced in this hunt for junkyard treasures, Paula sifted around here and there for about 30 minutes until she found a spot that looked inviting on the slant of a hill, about three-fourths of the way down to the stream. Dropping to her knees, she took her hand trowel and began to dig. Paula especially valued the old bottles with embossed lettering, but such finds rarely made their appearance quickly or easily. She dug in the dirt for nearly an hour - so long that in this kneeling position her legs were beginning to go to “fall sleep.”
SOMETHING MOVED
Paula decided to take a break from her excavation and stretch her legs. She stood and walked around a bit. “While I was moving about at the bottom of the recess, I thought I saw, from the corner of my eye, a clump of dirt move. It was about the size of my fist.”
She turned to look squarely in the direction of the movement, trying to detect it again. But nothing moved. “Nah,” she thought, “it was nothing.”
Paula was about to return to her dig when she saw it again. About 10 feet away from her, the clump of dirt moved, like it was pushed out of the ground from beneath, and rolled down the hill. Paula began to get a little nervous. Whatever had made those tunnel-like holes was apparently making another one. And she wasn’t particularly keen on watching a rat, a snake, or some other potentially dangerous animal come slithering out.
Then she saw it. Something living began to poke itself out of the ground!
THE CREATURE APPEARS
Paula’s first reaction to seeing this “thing” was saying, “Oh, my God! What are you?”
Paula was familiar with the outdoors and was reasonably sure of what animals she might encounter in a junkyard. But this thing she could not identify. She stepped cautiously closer to it, thinking that the vibration of her digging maight have driven it from its burrow.
She stopped about four to five feet away from the creature. What she could see of it was poking out of the ground about five inches. “At this point, I wasn’t sure what end of the animal I was looking at,” Paula said. “It was about two inches in diameter, and the end of it was perfectly smooth and round - like a cue ball. It was light-brown in color, very much like the surrounding earth. It had a worm-like shape, but didn’t taper down at the end as worms do, and was firmer around looking. It had no distinguishing or familiar features to indicate to me what it was.”
Its size made it obvious that this was not a worm - at least not any kind of worm Paula had ever heard of. And she could not see its entire body, only what was poking out of the ground, so who knows what the rest of this thing really looked like.
STRANGE EYES
Paula looked at the creature closely, trying in vain to find anything familiar about it. She could not detect any eyes, mouth, nose or ears. It had no fur, scales or worm-like ripples on its skin. What it did have was patches of peach-like fuzz - very fine and spaced apart like the hair on a young human’s arm - covering what looked like soft, dusty skin about the texture of a person’s. It was not wet, slimy or tough looking.
By now, Paula was completely perplexed. This was like nothing she had ever seen in person, at a zoo, or on any nature program on television. And if this creature wasn’t strange enough, it then gave Paula a remarkable surprise.
"All of a sudden," she said, "while I was examining it, two big beautiful crystal blue eyes popped open! Now I knew what end of the animal I was looking at."
All thoughts of this being some kind of giant worm were immediately dismissed. Worms don’t have eyes - not like that! More curious than frightened of this remarkable animal, Paula began to wonder how big the body was and what its arms, legs, and tail looked like - or if it even had any such parts. “The white of the eye surrounding its blue iris was the whitest I’d ever seen - a pure virgin white. The size of the eyes were quite big in proportion to its body size. I wondered if it were a juvenile.”
Paula was totally astounded when the eyes opened because while first looking at it she could not tell that it had eyes at all; there were no visible eyelids, eye lashes, bulges, indentations, holes or slits of any kind. The curiosity seemed to be mutual. “My presence didn’t seem to bother it because it studied me for only a short period of time. Then it ignored me. It appeared content and relaxed while it exposed itself to the sun. Its slow motion movement and blinking reminded me of a turtle.”
A CLOSER LOOK
Paula felt that the creature was harmless and stepped even closer to it for a better look. She looked for its mouth, nose, and ears, but couldn’t find them. She wondered if they were camouflaged in the same way that its eyes had been. She also tried to determine where its head ended and neck began because it had no chin or indentations of any kind to separate the two. The body, neck, and head appeared as one - like a living, flexible tube with eyes.
Paula was startled when the creature began to move, and she instinctively stepped back. The animal slowly began to sway the top of its body back and forth as it stretched itself upward toward the sky, all the while slowly blinking.
"I tried to get it to look at me again by clapping my hands and yelling, but it continued to ignore me." Since it had no discernable ears, Paula wondered if perhaps it couldn’t hear sound. So she tried waving her arms and hands about to draw its attention to her. But all it did was stare at the sky, continuing to sway its head back and forth, stretching upward while blinking slowly. It was as if it were hypnotized by the light of the sun.
BACK UNDERGROUND
After about five minutes, the creature decided to retreat into its lair. “I watched it until it finally pulled itself slowly back into its burrow. I looked into the hole after it, but it was so dark that I couldn’t see anything.”
Paula isn’t quite sure what to make of this peculiar encounter, but it haunts her. “I haven’t been able to erase it from my mind, and it’s driving me crazy! I’ve asked many people about it and have spent countless hours searching the Internet for answers to any known or unknown animal fitting the description of the animal.”
Paula returned to the dump site the following Spring in hopes of getting another glimpse of the mysterious creature. No such luck. Some of the hole openings were there, however. “I am convinced that this animal still exists and lives there. It’s possible that it hibernates, so I will go back again in early to mid-summer and try and get another glimpse of it - and possibly capture it on film.”
Hopefully, Paula will succeed in capturing the animal on film or video. It could be something well known to science, if unusual. For now, however, the creature of the dump remains unknown.

The Creature of the Dump

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Have you ever seen a creature you could not explain? For one junkyard treasure hunter, her encounter with a strange animal is one she’ll never forget.

Sometimes it’s difficult to believe your own eyes. When people encounter a thing they cannot explain - something completely alien to their experience - they tend to doubt their own senses at first. The mind tries to relate what is seen to previous experiences, but when that thing is so totally bizarre, many people second-guess their experience. “I couldn’t have seen that,” they tell themselves. “It doesn’t make sense.”

In a poll of readers a few years ago, I asked if they had ever seen a living creature they could not explain. Of more than 650 respondents, 47 percent said that they had. That’s a lot of unexplained sightings.

Paula M. had one such sighting. But it wasn’t of a Bigfoot, a sea serpent, or even a chupacabras. In many ways it was much stranger. And try as she might and after diligent research, she has yet to come up with an explanation for what she saw.

HUNTING FOR GLASS

The encounter took place on a warm, otherwise ordinary day in the summer of 1999 just outside a small town in Oregon.

One of Paula’s hobbies was prowling through old junk yards and dump sites for old vintage bottles and glass. On this particular day, she headed to an old off-road dump site that she had heard about but had never been to before. Paula parked her car on the side of the road and hiked a short distance to the dump.

The dump was typical of several she had been to: Piles of discarded household items and furniture, scattered mounds of rusting old appliances and metal. This recess was quiet and secluded. It was surrounded by trees and had patches of tall skimpy grass and weeds amid the trash. A small stream rested at very bottom of the recess with slow moving water one to two inches deep.

HOLES IN THE GROUND

Then Paula noticed something peculiar - something she had never seen at any other dump site.

"As I was staking out the area," she said. "I happened across some tunnel-like holes in the ground. The holes were of a peculiar size, which made me wonder what kind of animal possibly could have dug them."

Paula noticed six or seven of the holes, each about two inches in diameter and partially camouflaged by the sparse growth of the recess. The holes could have been made by any number of burrowing creatures, Paula reasoned. She didn’t worry about it.

Experienced in this hunt for junkyard treasures, Paula sifted around here and there for about 30 minutes until she found a spot that looked inviting on the slant of a hill, about three-fourths of the way down to the stream. Dropping to her knees, she took her hand trowel and began to dig. Paula especially valued the old bottles with embossed lettering, but such finds rarely made their appearance quickly or easily. She dug in the dirt for nearly an hour - so long that in this kneeling position her legs were beginning to go to “fall sleep.”

SOMETHING MOVED

Paula decided to take a break from her excavation and stretch her legs. She stood and walked around a bit. “While I was moving about at the bottom of the recess, I thought I saw, from the corner of my eye, a clump of dirt move. It was about the size of my fist.”

She turned to look squarely in the direction of the movement, trying to detect it again. But nothing moved. “Nah,” she thought, “it was nothing.”

Paula was about to return to her dig when she saw it again. About 10 feet away from her, the clump of dirt moved, like it was pushed out of the ground from beneath, and rolled down the hill. Paula began to get a little nervous. Whatever had made those tunnel-like holes was apparently making another one. And she wasn’t particularly keen on watching a rat, a snake, or some other potentially dangerous animal come slithering out.

Then she saw it. Something living began to poke itself out of the ground!

THE CREATURE APPEARS

Paula’s first reaction to seeing this “thing” was saying, “Oh, my God! What are you?”

Paula was familiar with the outdoors and was reasonably sure of what animals she might encounter in a junkyard. But this thing she could not identify. She stepped cautiously closer to it, thinking that the vibration of her digging maight have driven it from its burrow.

She stopped about four to five feet away from the creature. What she could see of it was poking out of the ground about five inches. “At this point, I wasn’t sure what end of the animal I was looking at,” Paula said. “It was about two inches in diameter, and the end of it was perfectly smooth and round - like a cue ball. It was light-brown in color, very much like the surrounding earth. It had a worm-like shape, but didn’t taper down at the end as worms do, and was firmer around looking. It had no distinguishing or familiar features to indicate to me what it was.”

Its size made it obvious that this was not a worm - at least not any kind of worm Paula had ever heard of. And she could not see its entire body, only what was poking out of the ground, so who knows what the rest of this thing really looked like.

STRANGE EYES

Paula looked at the creature closely, trying in vain to find anything familiar about it. She could not detect any eyes, mouth, nose or ears. It had no fur, scales or worm-like ripples on its skin. What it did have was patches of peach-like fuzz - very fine and spaced apart like the hair on a young human’s arm - covering what looked like soft, dusty skin about the texture of a person’s. It was not wet, slimy or tough looking.

By now, Paula was completely perplexed. This was like nothing she had ever seen in person, at a zoo, or on any nature program on television. And if this creature wasn’t strange enough, it then gave Paula a remarkable surprise.

"All of a sudden," she said, "while I was examining it, two big beautiful crystal blue eyes popped open! Now I knew what end of the animal I was looking at."

All thoughts of this being some kind of giant worm were immediately dismissed. Worms don’t have eyes - not like that! More curious than frightened of this remarkable animal, Paula began to wonder how big the body was and what its arms, legs, and tail looked like - or if it even had any such parts. “The white of the eye surrounding its blue iris was the whitest I’d ever seen - a pure virgin white. The size of the eyes were quite big in proportion to its body size. I wondered if it were a juvenile.”

Paula was totally astounded when the eyes opened because while first looking at it she could not tell that it had eyes at all; there were no visible eyelids, eye lashes, bulges, indentations, holes or slits of any kind. The curiosity seemed to be mutual. “My presence didn’t seem to bother it because it studied me for only a short period of time. Then it ignored me. It appeared content and relaxed while it exposed itself to the sun. Its slow motion movement and blinking reminded me of a turtle.”

A CLOSER LOOK

Paula felt that the creature was harmless and stepped even closer to it for a better look. She looked for its mouth, nose, and ears, but couldn’t find them. She wondered if they were camouflaged in the same way that its eyes had been. She also tried to determine where its head ended and neck began because it had no chin or indentations of any kind to separate the two. The body, neck, and head appeared as one - like a living, flexible tube with eyes.

Paula was startled when the creature began to move, and she instinctively stepped back. The animal slowly began to sway the top of its body back and forth as it stretched itself upward toward the sky, all the while slowly blinking.

"I tried to get it to look at me again by clapping my hands and yelling, but it continued to ignore me." Since it had no discernable ears, Paula wondered if perhaps it couldn’t hear sound. So she tried waving her arms and hands about to draw its attention to her. But all it did was stare at the sky, continuing to sway its head back and forth, stretching upward while blinking slowly. It was as if it were hypnotized by the light of the sun.

BACK UNDERGROUND

After about five minutes, the creature decided to retreat into its lair. “I watched it until it finally pulled itself slowly back into its burrow. I looked into the hole after it, but it was so dark that I couldn’t see anything.”

Paula isn’t quite sure what to make of this peculiar encounter, but it haunts her. “I haven’t been able to erase it from my mind, and it’s driving me crazy! I’ve asked many people about it and have spent countless hours searching the Internet for answers to any known or unknown animal fitting the description of the animal.”

Paula returned to the dump site the following Spring in hopes of getting another glimpse of the mysterious creature. No such luck. Some of the hole openings were there, however. “I am convinced that this animal still exists and lives there. It’s possible that it hibernates, so I will go back again in early to mid-summer and try and get another glimpse of it - and possibly capture it on film.”

Hopefully, Paula will succeed in capturing the animal on film or video. It could be something well known to science, if unusual. For now, however, the creature of the dump remains unknown.

The Mysterious Case of Elisa Lam

There are mysteries that are so eerie and strange that they boggle the mind for days on end. The case of Elisa Lam is one of them. In February 2013, this 21-year-old student from Vancouver, Canada, was found dead inside the Cecil Hotel’s rooftop water tank in Los Angeles. The L.A. County Department of Coroner ruled the death “accidental due to drowning” and said no traces of drugs or alcohol were found during the autopsy. However, there is much more to the story than what is implied by police reports. The first piece of evidence that needs to be considered is an elevator surveillance tape that recorded Elisa’s behavior only a few moments before she lost her life.

The four-minute video posted on YouTube shows Elisa pressing all of the elevator buttons and waiting for it to move. Seeing that the elevator doors are not closing, starts behaving extremely bizarrely. Here’s the video.

At first, Elisa enters the elevator and apparently presses all of its buttons. She then waits for something to happen but, for some reason, the elevator door doesn’t shut. She starts to look around, as if she is expecting (or hiding from) someone. At 1:57, her arms and hands start moving in a very strange matter (almost not human) as she appears to be talking to someone, something … or nothing at all. She then walks away. The elevator door then shuts and appears to start working again.

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Anonymous asked: I was wondering if you've ever seen any Oklahoma stories? Specifically northeastern? :o