Bizarre Trip To Boneyfiddle District
By Timothy S. Klugh
Written: October 20, 2008
Copyright © 2008 Timothy S. Klugh.  All Rights Reserved.


Friday night on October 17, 2008, I rode down with my wife (Delora) and friend (Cindy) on a 90 mile trip to Portsmouth, Ohio to meet Dustin Pari of TAPS from the Sci-Fi channel television show titled "Ghosthunters". Cindy drove. Dustin Pari was also part of GHI on the television show "Ghosthunters International". Delora, Cindy and I are big fans of this television show. Now, the focus of this tale that I am relating in this post is not directly focused on Dustin, but I must mention here that Dustin was a down-to-earth fellow who seemed unaffected by the fame he has achieved via "Ghosthunters" and "Ghosthunters International". His portfolio photos were available for $20 each. One could buy one and receive his autograph. I, however, only had plastic on me and they were only taking cash for the photos. Seeing my dilemma, good ol' Dustin gave me an autograph photo for free. Nice guy.

Meeting Dustin was not the most paranormal-related event of the night, though. The Portsmouth family that was managing the event was a local author who had collected ghost stories about Portsmouth and wrote a book about it. This author told Delora, Cindy and I about the remains of an old jail that was just down the road from the place we were at. Delora, Cindy and I were guided by one of the author's sons to the ruins. It was exactly what they said. It was an old jail. It was a rectangular structure about 50 feet long and 20 feet wide. The walls were still up as well as most of the bars in the windows. The doors were broken in which made access to the interior easy. A large rusty iron i-beam marked where a second floor used to be but no second floor or roof existed anymore. However, thick rusty chains were wrapped around the i-beam and hung down. On the walls were thick iron loops that appeared as if they would hold shackles or chains. The floor was cluttered with pieces or rusty metal, and a couple bushes were growing inside the stucture.

Delora, Cindy and I did not waste time but immediately went looking for evidence of ghosts. Delora and Cindy flashed digital cameras around the inside and outside of the structure. I remained inside and ran nine minutes of digital recording while asking questions to the dark in hopes of recording EVPS. I would ask about the metal loops on the walls and tap the chains lightly as I asked the questions. I did not get any responses while the girls were inside the jail with me, but that changed when I was left alone in the jail.

As I continued to ask questions, suddenly a noise came. It came as quite a surprise and chilled me to the bone, because there were no noises inside at all before this one. From the other side of the room came the sound of dragging stone and metal. It lasted for about three or four seconds. The sound was quite unmistakable and I just froze in place while staring at the darkness where the sound was coming from. The digital recorder was running all that time.

I got real brave and slowly walked over to the sound asking questions such as, "Was that you who made that sound?". I always paused to allow for an answer. No other sound happened nor would happen for the rest of the recording. However, I have not yet examined the recording for EVP's yet.

From where the noise came from, there was a bush. I stood before it and continued to ask questions despite the hair raising on the back of my neck and the sinking feeling in my stomach. I stood there persistently and asked questions and allowed time for responses. Finally, I called out for my wife to come inside. She did and I asked her to take some pictures of the area I was looking at. When she flashed the camera, all I saw was a thin, twiggy bush, the floor and the wall. No animal, no person, nothing at all. The next morning though, my wife would show me that she caught something with her first picture taken. With her digital camera, she caught an orb and a streak of light that seemed to be shooting away from the bush. The orb was in front and the streak of light following behind it, the light very visible up near the orb and almost completely invisible where it started down by the bush.

I am looking forward to analyzing the recording, as you might be assuming.

The next odd find of the night was while Delora, Cindy and I were walking along 2nd Street in the Boneyfiddle District of Portsmouth (where all of these events were taking place.) All the buildings were obviously from the early 1900's or late 1800's. One building that caught our attention was hardly a building at all. From the sidewalk it looked perfectly normal, a two story brick facade with two front doors. The facade was attached to the buildings on either side of it. Even the windows looked normal. However, that was all that was normal about this building. I opened one of the front doors that seemed ajar and discovered that it was "outside" on either side of the door. You see, there was no building there, just a front. As we found out later, the building had collapsed at one point and only the front facade remained. However, at night, one could not detect this until examining it. Well, that I did. I went through the door and shut it. There I found myself on grass and dirt with the adjacent buildings' brick walls on either side of me. I went to look out what should have been the interior side of the windows when suddenly my left foot went down and unseen hole that was right by the window. I kept going down and realized even my knee was now going into this dark hole. I slammed my hand on the window stool to stop my fall and pull myself out of the hole as quickly as possible. I was wearing jeans but still I scrapped my leg in the fall, and my knee felt weird from the unatural bend it took falling down the hole. I could still walk but I was in some pain. Delora came through the door to help me, but I had gotten myself out. She took a picture of the whole (which was too dark to see) so we would know what it looked like. It was a long and deep sloped opening that ran the entire distance of the building facade (on the "interior" side) and descended below the sidewalk as it went down under the facade. Bizarre!

Not long after the autograph session, Dustin made an appearance at the bar & grill restaurant just up the road. A large crowd sat at the table he was sitting at. Delora, Cindy and I were lucky enough to be right up next to him. Actually, Cindy was next to him. Delora was next, and I was after that. Everyone talked with Dustin about some of their favorite episodes of "Ghosthunters" and "Ghosthunters International". It was a great time. There was a bald fellow next to me who I spoke to for a while. As we spoke, I discovered that he was a local paranormal investigator who lived just south of Portsmouth across the Ohio River in Kentucky. He said that he had made some videos of his group's paranormal investigations. I gave him my name and contact information so he could contact me if he ever needed music for his video productions. He looked at my name and said, "We have a friend in common." I asked, "Who?" I was surprised that he recognized my name. He answered, "Kavan." Kavan is an Elvis Tribute Artist that had recorded three albums at my studio and had performed three concerts in my basement karaoke theatre. I was amazed. This fellow next to me went on to say that he had also read some negative things I had said about Kavan on YouTube.com. I explained to him how Kavan had messed over his manager Judy Kyees who was a good friend of mine. I also told him of the time that Kavan was recording his third album at my studio. I was not charging Kavan for the studio time. Rather, Kavan and I were going to split the profits from sales of the album. Unfortunately, that would never happen because Kavan quit the project during the mixing phase. It left me with an unfinished project and many unpaid hours of studio work now lost. I explained to the fellow next to me that I felt compelled to post what I did about Kavan because I did not want anyone else to get messed-over by Kavan in the future. The fellow told me that Kavan had also done some not-so-nice things to him in the past too. Nevertheless, he would still accept working with Kavan in the future if Kavan gave him the opportunity. I still will not.

Delora, Cindy and I left Portsmouth that night with a lot of interesting experiences having happened to us. I listened to the digital recording from the player that I recorded in the jail, but the speaker on the player did not play it back with the audio quality I needed. I knew I would have to examine the recording in the studio later. About the fellow I had talked to at the bar & grill restaurant, I was amazed to meet someone 90 miles from my home who would recognize my name. I mean, what are the chances in that occurring?

Anyway, this was all cool events that I wanted to share. Oh, and by the way, my wife debunked the photo that she took. In another photo she took of that same bush in the jail she later digitally brightened up, she saw that what she had thought was a ghost was instead a spider web. However, I did hear what I heard in that jail, and I hope my digital recording captured it.

Timothy S. Klugh
(C) 2008








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