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Prelude to a Haunt
 Did you ever wonder what it would be like to camp out in a real haunted house? Now may be
 your chance to experience a real life haunt without leaving the comfort -- or security -- of your own
 home.

 The Local Paper  is sending a staff writer to a hotel believed to be
 haunted. As they have for the last 10 years, a story detailing their experiences will run in the next
 day's newspaper.

 The event will take place Saturday, October 19 and will start around midnight or when the last
 patrons pass thru the haunted house.
 A brief history:
 For this years haunt ,the local paper has chosen the Wright Place in Cleburne, Texas. Research
 shows that the building was originally constructed in 1874 as the Hamilton House, a twenty-five
 room hotel. The South half of the building was destroyed by fire in 1916, after which the building
 was purchased by A. J. Wright and converted into a drygoods store.

 Today, the building is being used as a Halloween haunted house called "The Death Express". The
 following excerpts are recounts from Donna Davidson, the present owner of The Wright Place:

     Late July, 1995 - Meeting with members of Vorta (the group that puts together the
     Halloween haunted house) regarding the possibilities of building a haunted house, I was
     asked if we were haunted. My reply was "no". The following day I asked Karen Cowen
     (a co-worker) if they had ever noticed anything "strange" like a ghost. Her reply was,
     "I've never seen anything, but the kids who work here swear we have a ghost".

     A few days later - I told a customer I wouldn't have time to do a custom ring job,
     because we were going to be working on this Halloween project and on top of that we
     thought we really were haunted. Her reply was a surprise. "Don't let anyone go up there
     until I get a chance to, because I can talk to them."

     A few days later she returned with a lady friend. We three went upstairs and as we
     walked I took a definite chill. Thinking it was just me I was surprised when she said "Did
     you feel that?" to her friend. My question was, "What did you feel?" She replied, "That
     chill!" Her friend replied "yes" and I said that I had felt it too. She said that was one of
     the spirits. As we proceeded around the upper floor she identified several different
     spirits. George, the young man who liked to dance and spent the happiest days of his life
     here dancing. An elderly German man who smoked a cigar and was a cobbler. A lady
     we think was named Katherine, two small children, and a young girl in her 20's who
     "worked upstairs". She also mentioned white flowers and a lady who sews and a small
     dog.

     Early September, 1995 - Renee Spahr, the lady responsible for our meeting with
     Vorta and a gifted psychic in her own right, brought a visiting psychic friend from New
     Mexico to experience our haunting. She identified the "working girl" as follows:
     reddish-brown hair, blue dress, flowers in her hair, fell from window, broke neck, 27 or
     28 years old, carried a broom, didn't like dirty floors, played zither well, could read and
     write, read letters to cowboys and train men, she was proud of this, 1882, came in on
     first train, from South or East of here. The first train did in fact come in February of 1882
     and it came from Galveston.

     August 13, 1995 - Renee brings another friend to visit our haunting. Her name was
     Diana and she was from Arizona. They went upstairs and as I joined them [later. Diana
     ]was telling Renee, "They must be having a party. This is the most active haunting I have
     ever seen." Diana felt a scandal, a political figure, a respected man. He was pompous,
     carried something in his hand. He was responsible for the girl's death.

     August 19, 1995 - Diana and Renee return once again before Diana returns home. The
     following is a quote from the note Diana left for me.

     "Fall was accidental. Getting her away from me I slapped her too hard - she fell. I'm a
     respected man - she was a whore. I only took the pleasures of the company she gave -
     things should have been different. I hate this place - this window is my hell." As Diana
     left she turned around and said "Oh, by the way, the girl's name is Joy."

     During the year that has passed, many contacts have been made. Several people have
     experienced actual "touching". Odors have been detected by persons knowing nothing
     about them before their visit. The energy is evident almost every day, sometimes
     definitely stronger than others.
 
 
 
 

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Ghost Chasing, '96

                        By Johnny Johnson

 Recently I attended a ghost chase with Star-Telegram writers Jeff Guinn and Andy Grieser. This is
 something they have done for the last 10 years, and I was looking forward to being a part of a real
 haunt.

 The event took place at the Wright Place in Cleburne, Texas on a Saturday night. I arrived at 10
 p.m. with gear in hand. I had brought along a laptop and digital camera and planned to post live
 reports on the World Wide Web throughout the evening, as well as photos that I would be taking
 with the digital camera. Unfortunately I was unable to post the reports into an actual Web page,
 but was able to post to an InterAct forum that had been setup for the event, as well.

 After setting up the equipment I took a brief tour of the place before we got started. The Wright
 Place is a two-story building with small store fronts on the lower level. Upstairs is a Halloween
 haunted house operated by VORTA, a Dallas entertainment group that puts the event together.
 We were going to be staying upstairs once the haunted house had closed down for the evening.
 Rather ironic that a haunted house is setup in a building that is actually haunted, don't you think?

 After we toured the upstairs, we met back downstairs to determine our game plan. Andy decided
 to split everyone up into groups. I was going to be staying with Kathy Harris and Patti Ennis. Once
 we finally figured out where we were supposed to be staying, we setup our sleeping bags and
 prepared for what we hoped would be an eventful evening.

 As soon as everyone settled in the lights were turned off and the adrenaline began to flow. Feeling
 more anticipation than fear, I really wanted to see something, anything. I wanted something to
 convince me that there was life after death. Then about 2 a.m. it happened. Our first sighting.
 Really more of a feeling than a sighting. Jennifer Packer felt a cold rush. And let me tell you, it was
 unusually hot upstairs so when she reported feeling cold there had to be something to it.

 A little bit later Kristen Sullivan felt a poke on her foot as she was laying down. Perhaps she just
 felt the end of her sleeping bag. Perhaps it was one of our ghosts making his presence felt (pardon
 the pun). Then Ron Ennis reported feeling a draft as he walked down the hallway. When several of
 us went to the spot he felt the chill, no one could feel anything. And we checked for drafts coming
 from the ceiling. There were none to be found.

 A few minutes later another draft was reported right outside the room I was staying in. Now I'm
 getting excited. When we walked out to the hallway to investigate, Jeff stuck his hand out and said
 there was a definite chill. I didn't feel anything, but the person next to me did. Perhaps the ghosts
 were wanting to play now.

 Unfortunately this turned out to be our last interaction with the ghosts. We waited and waited but
 neither felt nor saw anything else. Finally, around 4 a.m., Andy said that unless something happens
 in the next 30 minutes we were going to call it an evening. Having not slept all night I had to agree.
 And, as expected, nothing more was reported. We packed up our gear and headed for home.

 One interesting note: We had to leave through the alleyway because the building had a self locking
 door. As I walked outside and around the corner a Cleburne police officer was driving by. So here
 I am with my sleeping bag and gear in hand when he pulls up. "What's your story?" he asked. After
 I told him why I was coming around an alley with a sleeping bag he looked at me kinda strange but
 figured I couldn't have made that story up so he was on his way.

 



 
 

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