Story Number Two - Nacogdoches, Texas Haunting - Aliens - http://maxpages.com/ufo1paranormal/Story_Number

Many leads as to sighting and paranormal activities came from well known officials and public figures. However, this paranormal activity was found out, accidentally, during a shoot of another phenomena. The owner of a bed and breakfast house in Nacogdoches Texas seen my add requesting information about such activities had contacted me about the haunting of this house, and that it has become a real attraction because of this.

The crew and I arrived early in the morning and was invited for breakfast with their guests. The conversation was light and was concerned with several activities that went on the night before. It seems that the house was haunted by two sisters. They both loved the same man, and they were haunting the house that he lived in. Pictures would be turned, footsteps heard, doors opening and closing, moaning and crying were the statistic we were getting until one of the guest mentioned that she and her husband had heard a baby crying and the snapping of celery all night long. They had slept in the far west room of the mansion that overlooked the gardens.

From what the local gossip and story tellers told us, it was that the owner of the house had these two sisters as helpers in the house. His wife was the daughter of a powerful minister that also acted as the mayor, judge and jury of the slow growing city. Her marriage to him was not of love, but rather that of money and more control for her father.

Well the lack of love and the availability of young women, who were eager to please their boss, and fulfill their love wishes, he was making love to both of them. His wife overheard their argument as to whom he really loved and the number of times he loved them. A few days later the sisters arrived at the house to find out that they were fired and that the master had gone away. For many years the sisters would travel by the house and look for him, but to no avail. He never returned.

Twenty years later the wife died of pneumonia and the sisters entered the house. They searched it from top to bottom, and when they reached the cellar they found the old root cellar had been bricked off. Suspecting fowl play they asked the sheriff to break into the room. There on the floor were the bones of their lover, wrapped in a gunny sack. However, No one knew how he died or was killed.

Well I instructed the crew that I wanted to get shots inside first, starting with the cellar and then her room and the outside of the house. We also decided to set up remote, movement activated cameras in areas where most activities takes place at. The last area to shoot would be the outside of the house, and then we would edit when we got back to the studio.

We started shooting at 10 a.m. and found little difficulties with the equipment operations. However, we covered the inside of the house and the story of the house by 3 p.m.. We took an hour break for lunch at a local restaurant that was also haunted, then returned to do the outside shots.

The owner of the house walked with me as we discussed the unique features of the house and he put in his little plug, and as we entered into the garden I had two cameras, on steady cams, one in front and one in back at angles follow us. The garden was beautiful and as we neared this large Oak tree I commented that the largest branch on the tree had no foliage, yet it was not dead. The owner commented that, since he owned the property there was only one day a year when leaves appeared on it.

As we got nearer I felt a tap on my left shoulder. Thinking that it was one of the crew I stopped and turned, but there was no one there. We started back at the point of coming near the tree and again I get this tapping on my shoulder. I stopped and asked “What?”
The entire crew looked dumbfounded. Again we started at the same spot and each time I would feel the tap on the shoulder. On the fourth try I kept walking ignoring the tapping. As we got directly under the tree I was suddenly pushed forward. At this point I was upset. We took a five minuet break.

I walked back and forth in front of the tree and around it and nothing happened. My video camera crew was reviewing the shots when they called me to come over and look at the last two takes. The camera person behind us had a recording of a white like object that floating directly behind me, and it seemed that at times it would place its hand on me and I would turn. On the last shot it showed it pushing me. That was a wrap, and we were going to get ready for the evening.

I reviewed the tape over and over, and each time everyone seen the image. We placed the tape into our locked cases and stored them away. I was bothered about one thing, who or what was that thing that wanted to get my attention. I was given the West wing room for the evening and as I looked out the window, onto the garden, a slight haze was around the old Oak tree and seemed to be concentrated near the base of it. As any good director or Murphy’s Law would tell you, if you expect something to happen it wont happen. That night was the quietest one they ever had. At breakfast we reviewed the tapes and found that the owners cat was triggering off the cameras, and in some cases moving pictures with its tail. However, we agreed to stay another night.

After breakfast I ventured out into the garden followed by a crew member. I went to the spot that had the most light shinning on it. I took out my buck knife and started to dig around the root if the tree. I looked up and noticed that I was directly under the big branch. I removed about two inches of dirt, and my crew member asked what I was doing, “ I told her that I was playing a hunch.” Within a few moment two buttons and a ring appeared. I recovered the hole and took them into the house. My curiosity was running wild.

I carefully cleaned them then went into the only room that had drawings and pictures of the people that owned the house, and memories that have been collected, including the coat worn by the master the day he disappeared. After careful examination of the oil painting of the master we found that the ring had belonged to him, and one of the buttons had come off his coat. We knew then that he had been hanged. The date the leaves appear, on the branch, is the day before he disappeared, the night of his hanging. However, where did the second button come from?

The second night we had some sound recordings but no Visual. We decided that we have enough for the show., and we needed to get to the haunted restaurant. We would stay one more night at the house, then leave.

These two sites had more in common then we first realized. The Bar and restaurant was built on the site where the preachers church stood. It had burned to the ground one month after the disappearance of his son in law and the minister was trapped inside.

Some of the legend says that you could hear him cursing the fires of damnation and hell as the fire engulfed his church and halls of justice. We had completed the story on how , at the bar, drinks would be thrown off if you did not hold on to them. Stools and chairs would be flipped over at night, and the owner had to put glass doors on his liquor cabinets to keep the bottles in place. The large mirror in the main dining room was replaced twice before they decided to leave it as it was. It looked as if a high amount of concentrated heat was exposed to it. It was buckled and twisted out of shape. I was told that on Sundays you could see the preachers image looking out of the mirror..

It was upon our wrap that I seen an oil painting of the preacher locked in the storage room in the cellar. It was done three days after the disappearance of his son in law and one of his buttons was missing off his right sleeve. The buttons on his jacket matched that of the one I found. Now we know who hanged him.

When we returned back t the studio, we found that the entire outside eisode was no longer viewable, and the only audio was that of a deep scratchy male voice saying. Thank You!

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