The “other side”- A ghost of a chance
There are “ghosts” in Lorain – you see them all the time- you pass by them, sometimes you mutter words of disbelief as they come into you line of vision.
They are the remains of what was once a full and rich life- they are the homes and monuments of those that called this place – Lorain- home. They have had their lives taken from them by a deadly plague- the plague of neglect/progress – they that still stand are used and abused – prostituted for greed, or totally destroyed. Very few survive the plague of progress.
However , one house the Moore House, built in 1906 stands as a testament to the lives of those that walked these streets and built these streets- lived in these homes – thanks to the efforts and tenacity of the Black River Historical Society.
October 30th, found the house hosting a party of one which was probably not in any of its previous inhabitants social calendar
Nikki, my daughter, and I decided to avail ourselves of the opportunity to walk the hallway and rooms with the folk from O.R.B.S. We were on the 9:30 pm group hunt.
We arrived to find Kelly Boyer Sagert with hot cider and delicious donuts welcoming our intrepid “hunters of the spirits”. There were 12 of us for the 9:30 hunt. Nikki and I were pretty much the novices, the others in the party had their special cameras , laser thingamajigs, and digital recorders etc. They certainly had more knowledge than we did as to how these hunts/tours work and had been on numerous other ” hunts”.
Nikki and I decided to split, she went with the one group and I with the other . Things were quiet in the basement – my group spent about 30 minutes in each area of the house from basement to attic. One piece of the O.R.B.S equipment amplified a woman’s voice answering
to the question
“Do you want us to leave?”
– there was no response to a few other questions but once again a definite
came through the static when asked again –
“Do you want us to leave?”
Nikki’s group had also had some activity . One of the participants, more sensitive than most upon hearing and feeling something used her camera-and captured an orb and a shadowy something on the film where a cold spot was felt.
Kelly, was waiting for the midnight hunt and a chance to get warm. Kelly had her own cold spot ( 5 hours worth) taking tickets and handing out refreshments to the participants as she sat patiently in the garage of the Moore House.
Meanwhile Nikki and I, after availing ourselves of another donut and hot cider, joined up with our groups at the Charleston Pioneer Cemetery as Diane Medina told the stories of this city’s founding fathers and “mothers” and continued the tour.
However by 12:30 the “cold spot” got the better of us and we headed home to bed.
One benefit of the hunt I noticed was the participants became fascinated by the museums artifacts and decor but since we were in the “dark” more than one decided to come back during “daylight” for a closer look at “The Moore House”
All in all a very enjoyable and facinating evening and just maybe those goosebumps weren’t all down to the weather!