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This is an excellent video that our friends at West Coast Ghost Hunters found on YouTube explaining how light rods can show up in night shot pictures. I don’t agree with some of the name calling in the video, but I do think that the explanation is a really good one.

This year the intrepid traveler embarked on his early July jaunt south in the wee hours of the morning…the expressway traffic was light yet still spotted with cars and trucks as are all of the highways that skirt the Chicago periphery…despite the absence of congestion and aggravated commuters this early on, the alleviation of urban angst was every bit as tangible the farther from the metro core I drove… and the closer to the Illinois/Indiana border I motored, the greater the volume of “Krazy Kaplin’s Fireworks” roadside adverts I noticed especially so closely following the 4th of July where you always get “more bang for the buck” and “pyrotechnics for the price”…in addition to constant the roadside reminders of this fireworks emporium, there are the assorted salacious signs and lubricious billboards to also remind us that The Shangrila, Deja-Vu, Club O, Pole Katz, Showgirls and Atlantis gentlemen’s clubs were just an off ramp away and these prurient signposts continued well past Gary Indiana recurring only on the outskirts of Indy, Louisville and at times in close approximation to the larger truck plazas… the neighborhood homes along part of this economically challenged stretch of road was also the scene of a surrealistic two story house inferno that illuminated the surrounding night scape on the final leg of my journey home…

The seedier side of interstate travel advertisements was quickly annulled by the sprawling farmlands south of Merrillville, Indiana and replaced by a sense of tranquility and quietude that to some is the unequivocal panacea to the hypertensive stress of the daily grind only a drive in the country can provide…the wind generator farms that are now popping up along
the rural horizons do not detract from the heartland skylines as I feared, they actually broke the emerging, featureless monotony with a futuristic abstract surrealism as their enormous blades slowly turned in unison against the orange tinted, predawn glow of the eastern sky like the props of a giants sky ship or the propellers of a fleet of ocean liners that floating eerily above the patches of morning fog that blanketed the ground below….

The emergent mountain region that is always a such a spectacle to us Midwestern Flat-landers is probably taken for granted by those that see it every day much the way the city sky scrapers that define the Chicago skyline eventually fade from our notice but astounds Out-Of-Towners … even the iron rich, red dirt of the Appellations proved to be a renewed source of amazement to me when a freshly bulldozed plot of crimson colored, roadside property burned past my speed blurred periphery again invoking the equation of a Martian landscape …The composition of the soil in conjunction with the crystalline base of this mountain mantle has been theorized to be a catalyst for supernatural activity by many …

This trip included return visits to a couple of sites that yielded some interesting photos last time around in addition to several new locations that have raised the ire of the locals more sensitive or adept at detecting potential supernatural activity or spiritual presence…there were a couple of old houses that radiated a familiar resonance that regional or geographical diversity seldom diminishes or amplifies but at times can exude a distinct energy signature that is innate to certain areas …and this particular variable seems to be specifically engendered to distance as opposed to the history inherent to a certain site …perhaps this is related to the iron rich, crystal quarts abundant mountain base in this case …

One aspect of this excursion that deviated from my usual quixotic quests was the moral conflict I had to wrestle with in regard to chronicling the investigation of the crash site that claimed the life of a popular High School athlete as the result of apparent speeding and or reckless driving by the vehicle’s driver (whom survived the crash) and perhaps to a degree his own negligence as his failure to wear a seat contributed to his tragically premature death as the young man was ejected from the car … from the looks of the crash site, damage to the trees and Googled news photo of the car it was a horribly violent wreck… and apparently these abruptly curving and dipping mountain back roads have claimed many lives judging from the preponderance of makeshift memorials I noticed within the radius of this particular grid of notoriously dangerous cris-crossing roads …a grid that claimed 2 seniors from the same HS weeks apart and so close to graduation …

When I arrived at the site that has generated reports of strange, inexplicable activity in the wake of the accident, the first thing I noticed was the graffiti spray painted all over the street by classmates, family and friends…a permanent looking memorial was erected on the exact spot where the car came to rest complete with a cross and an accompanying inscribed stone…beyond the marker and bent or broken tree limbs was a medium sized tree trunk with a bark bare spot marked with a red X…a few feet below and away from the base, red spray paint was still visible despite the efforts of the amber colored earth sprinkled liberally over that specific spot to deliberately conceal the markings on the ground were this young man evidently perished after being thrown from the cartwheeling car…

The personal conflict I was experiencing over including photos and commentary was immediately replaced with a moment of clarity and the decision to include these photos in hopes of instilling a cautionary reminder of the consequences of reckless driving, drag racing, DUI or neglecting the simple snap of a seat belt that spared the driver albeit his flagrant carelessness and perhaps a momentary lapse in judgment that will haunt him and others for life…there is no mention of the specific circumstances that precipitated this tragedy only that a seat-belt may have saved the life of teen with so much promise. And as I decided to include the still shots of the crash site, I also decided not to analyze those photos for anomalous features….

There was always an attraction felt for a certain old house along one of the main stretches of road the last few times I made my way through this part of the mountains as it was perched so precariously atop a hill, irresistibly curious in all of it’s run down ruminations…across the street it’s yellow colored vacant counterpart must have finally succumbed to seeming uninhabitability as one of the back window was broken out and the previous occupant’s possessions were stacked haphazardly on the front porch and strewn about the front lawn as the probable result of rummaging looters… my passing observation of the two odd homesteads from the past year’s visit to this area included the presence of assorted vehicles parked in front and this to me was the initial deterrent from pulling off of the main thoroughfare for a closer look last time around and now none were to be found…

The gray, fading pallor of the old single story house may have instilled a sort of nostalgic charm if the stained imprint of generational oppression had not so inexorably permeated the very grain this of the structure itself and the hilltop for which it at one time was so majestically perched…a number of old rusty paint cans lined the railing of a front porch
that creaked with each step closer I took to the unhinging wooded screen door …the tinny twang of an old spring affixed to the inside of the door seemed to herald my final crossing of the threshold to the interior… the musty, dank air was to be expected as the ambiance of the dim light filtering through the dirt and dust opaqued windows confirmed the long absence of occupation…the creaking recrimination of the aging floorboards threatened to introduce me to the crawlspace below with each increasingly cautious footfall as if it was voicing in opposition for my non verbal expression of disdain for the state of disrepair the house looked to have been in prior to abandonment…

A lone Christmas wreath sat on an old folded up throw rug draped across a number of window screens leaning against the wall next to a window …the growing discomfort I was feeling intensified as the nascent nausea I experienced upon entry overwhelmed me with the added component of equilibrium instability and I knew I needed to get out of there as this was either a portal to hell or a bio hazardous, former meth lab (or both) but persevered the instinctual need to flee in favor of a few more photos …as I made my way to the partially opened window facing north and glanced outside through the frame of another screen door placed crookedly over it, I noticed a gleaming white Ford F250 “dualie” rolling down the gravel driveway from an impeccably neat ranch style homestead atop an even higher vantage point overlooking the two ramshackle shacks (and me) …fearing an unpleasant confrontation with a shotgun wielding
southern gentleman charged with the deed of overseeing the now vacant 2 homes that were already the objects of indiscriminate looting, I bolted for the front door and sprinted to my faithful Chevrolet steed, lighting up the tires in a hasty, cliche’d departure as the shining chrome grill of the white truck glinted in my rear view mirror rounding the turn from the steep driveway less than a half a block behind …the fortuitous lull in traffic at the intersection provided an ample window for me to jump on the main road and slam the accelerator to the floor forcing the powerful V-8 to lunge forward in a surge of unbridled exaltation…several darting mirror checks could not locate the pursuing pickup and I even mad a few fast head checks to be sure but there was no sign of Pale Horse to be found …in retrospection I couldn’t resist citing the symbolic equation of  my metaphoric Guardian Angel descending from above in a giant white pick-up to chase me out of that house on the hill…

The other house that I tracked down acting on a tip was even more dilapidated and in a state of perpetual collapse…rumor has it that shadowy figures milling around outside on front stoop, faint laughter and odd lights were spotted shining from the interior in the middle of the night and the vigilant neighbors would never be able to catch anyone inside or nearby…and based on it’s current state of structural instability that I observed, the thick overgrowth, boarded rear windows, and general inaccessibility, I find it highly unlikely the lights were in realty; mischievous neighborhood kids exploring the old spooky house …a litany of complaints and concern over a certain group of incorrigible local hooligans placed them at the top of the neighboring resident’s list as the culprits for the disturbances reported there considering that one of these hardened young delinquents had in the past committed the unconscionable act of riding his bicycle through his back yard (gasp )…A carefully plotted climb over everything (including a kitchen sink) from a bathtub, wooden cabinets, old tires, pallets and other miscellaneous debris permitted me a glimpse through the darkened front window and aside from a haphazard stack of old mattresses, boxed junk and assorted end tables, what I did notice was that the dust on the inside was extremely thick and undisturbed thus lessening the likelihood of the anomalous lights being the surreptitious shenanigans perpetrated by flashlight wielding whelps as theorized by the 2 sets of adjacent neighbors I interviewed …the rear of the house is completely overgrown and borders a vacant lot that incidentally ends at the rear of a small cemetery and church…pushing my way through a small opening in the thorned thicket to try a photo of a small window that looked to be nailed shut, covered from within and undisturbed proved to only further confirm my doubts that the anomalous night lights spotted by several witnesses were resultant of young explorers on yet another nocturnal adventure…as I backed out of the thatch heavy patch and admired the new scratches running up the length of both forearms while I surgically extracted the burrs now embedded in my shoelaces, I suddenly heard dogs barking off in the distance and many dogs at that …I imagined some old codger running behind a leashed team of bloodhounds searching for some lost hikers or worse; a suspicious, unadvised neighbor “releasing the hounds to chase away them trespassers”…the barking became louder and more frenzied as I rounded the front of the house and once again darted for the car …I expected my protégée to be semi panicked and already in the car waving at me to get in but seemed startled by my harried demeanor as I reached the front yard were she was nonchalantly admiring a twisted old oak tree …I realized then that I no longer heard the dogs and she claimed to have heard nothing ( we left anyway ) …

Another location that I considered a prospect for exploration was again related by word of mouth and involved an old building that was a combination antiques mall and storage facility…
reports of a full blown apparition milling about the store after hours has been reported by several witnesses (leaving a nearby drinking establishment) but the store owners themselves have complained of certain objects constantly falling from shelves or tables regardless of the concerted efforts made to keep them stationary or even locate them to different tables, shelves or display cases … I have not examined all of those photos yet either but again found myself enamored by the efforts made to preserved this area’s small town charm while the economically unaffected continuing growth of this region threatens this main street economy with obsolescence in the face of progress….

There was an new (old) Baptist Church/Cemetery added to the itinerary this time around and was well worth the added travel as I did in fact capture some very “interesting” night photos there …there has been mention on the net of supernatural activity associated with this location but I have elected to not name the site keeping with policy when I venture out of my own realm to visit less known or unknown locations nationally …the progressive additions and remodeling projects over the years did not seem to detract from quaintness of the church and grounds … the old original church stands in it’s revered pristine state and even looked to be the recent recipient of a fresh coat of white paint …the cemetery is very old and many of the monuments closest to the buildings either collapsed or are partially disintegrated …one of the more recent new additions looked almost like a residence or perhaps retreat housing and is literally mere feet from the closest tombstone in the rear of the structure …the cool, jeweled full moon peeking over the pine line where the property ends provided an added combined element of preternatural glow to the already strange jaded emerald colored streetlight that stood at the cemeteries edge…as I made my way over the small incline to the bordering shrubbery that separates the church from what looked to be the large backyard of a private residence, I was stopped in my tracks by a horrible moaning ”ooooooooooooooooooohhhhh”…then a second time “oooooooooooooooohhhhhhh”
it didn’t take long for me to realize that I was being “punked” by a valiant effort made by some kids in the yard next door that must have noticed the occasional intermittent shots I was taking with a flash and decided to try and spook us…I have to compliment the youngster making the moaning sounds as he exhibited almost operatic vibrato skills in the effort …

I was fortunate enough to make it to one return site with an encroaching thunderstorm rolling in from the west and could almost taste the ionic static charge in the air…the base photos alone from that afternoon are quite amazing really and I plan to afford all of the data collected from this trip extensive examination as some of my recent evidential analysis has been either hastened or distracted, but I have recently pledged to shift my focus back to the research and study of the sites from this trip or the ones I will be exploring in the future and the data acquired …I will no longer permit myself deviation from my objectives regardless of the morbid fascination I occasionally entertain with the devolution of  certain elements of the paranormal community ….b

Here are the unedited (compressed to 1 MB) photos from Road Trip 2010 (389 total)….b
http://s890.photobucket.com/albums/ac105/HalfhandParanormalChicago/Road%20Trip%202010/

Be sure to visit the PUG forum for photo analysis updates of this topic -click here

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Seasonal highlights from world famous haunted location Resurrection Cemetery, the home of Chicago’s premiere spook: Resurrection Mary spanning 4 years of coverage…Part three includes inside shots of the famous Willow Brook Ballroom that harbors it’s own non corporeal residents. Courtesy of renowned paranormal pundit and supernatural journalist extraordinaire; Barek Halfhand

Resurrection Mary Cemetery-Willow Brook Ballroom Part One

Resurrection Mary Cemetery-Willow Brook Ballroom Part Two

Resurrection Mary Cemetery-Willow Brook Ballroom Part Three

Here’s my latest You-Tube video featuring highlight photos from 2007 though 2010 ….b

Bachelor\’s Grove Seasonal Highlights

An Old VA Hospital

My recent expedition to the old Manteno State Hospital complex has piqued an interest I have had in facilities like this that began with the encounter working in the basement of a Joliet Illinois penitentiary annex building of few years back that housed sex offenders and culminated in my coverage of a west suburban retirement home demolition (Plymouth Pace) in early 08…I have heard rumors over the years and have even been privy to first hand accounts related to me by sources of impeccable credulity and even former employees of a now closed Veterans Hospital in my zone being the site of numerous inexplicable occurrences and even full blown apparitions sightings before and after the doors were padlocked and basement windows boarded…

Reports from a current employee of ongoing ”paranormal” activity in the operational parts of the hospital and rapidly multiplying satellite specially treatment centers concentric to this University Medical Center are also abundant, but I have elected to forgo pursuing this sort of ongoing covert investigation as the reality of doing so respectfully seem to be severally limiting and unconscionably inappropriate…it’s amazing how many out there in the paranormal community espouse this unwavering “respect for the dead” but reverence for the living or ailing be it in an institutionalized environment or private residence seems to fall by the wayside…

I would prefer not name this location as it may jeopardize future investigations and the full access I am negotiating, but it probably wont be hard to deduce by description and appearance to those indigenous to or familiar with he Chicagoland area …A day earlier the new VA Hospital was visited by the President so I suspect my exploration of the old building would have been greatly impeded by the stepped up security measures … As usual my air of confident officiousness and a largely innocuous agenda in conjunction with the added advantage of my usual solo sojourning methodology presented me with unchallenged admittance…

World War One Veterans are really the first to exhibit the PTSD related syndrome
known as Shell Shock …that and a myriad of other obvious complications compounded by exposure to viruses, poison gas, exhaustion from “heavy packing” and hastened redeployment to the front lines following combat related injuries, illness, battle fatigue and psychoneurotic afflictions denied many soldiers the benefit of proper rehabilitation which often ultimately left them bereft of full long term recovery…

Korea and Viet Nam presented many of the same syndromes and a plethora of new maladies related to Agent Orange and diseases specific to that geography of the Asian Theater …

The long term effects of Persian Gulf Veterans is inconclusive but dessert Storm Vets have had inordinately high incidents of children with birth defects aside from the typical stress related disorders and the garden variety of somatic ailments inherent to all wars since these case studies began following The Civil War…

And while I would prefer delve into another broad sweeping indictment of the treatment many post war Vets received, be it by populist public opposition to foreign policy or the governmentally institutionalized post war care many were provided that was often less than commensurate to the sacrifices they made…many were left to vacillate in the abnegated dignity of neglect, poor funding, mis management, public apathy, and even abuse suffered by those rendered disabled as a result of combat related injuries or left indigent by the debilitation of the
associated PTSDs and the efficacy of treatment they received…

How prevalent any of this was (if at all) at this particular facility is not widely known
or reported as it was one of the original of the post WWII medical centers for veterans
originally funded by private grants and the philanthropic generosity of a local lumber magnate (another hint) before incorporation by the VA and relocation to a nearby new construct that was also an adjunct to a prestigious medical school…Being one of the original VA prototypes and being subjected to the auspicious eye of the conjoined Medical School, the staff there was probably held to a much higher standard as this was considered a high visibly model (like the new one) so perhaps the inequities inherent to these institutions were not as severe as some of the others of the day but the visage of the forgotten, wheelchair bound Vet that I encountered that afternoon erased the preconceived timestamp from the plight of the post war disabled Veteran as exclusively a social problem from the past…

My first impression as of this site as I made way west from the inconspicuously innocent anonymity of visitors parking was that by all outward appearances it seemed unobtrusive even in it’s starkly contrasting obsolescence as the physicians rolled by in their new cars to the gated parking that awaited them ahead …the over growth obscured the majority of the mid level windows but a few of the top story ones remained visible and the brooding that radiated from those seemed concentrated as a result of the others being bordered or blocked by trees, shrubbery and vines….

The North Gate looked locked (wasn’t)so I opted for a trek along the gate south that runs adjacent to what I’m assuming is a still occupied VA assisted living or convalescent center …A backhoe was parked on the front lawn of the hospital along a flatbed truck that likely delivered it, but the dismay I felt from the threat of pending demolition was quickly abated by a long trench with dirt steeped on both sides at the rear of the occupied quarters …

The old hospital building sits quietly within a fenced off, but unlocked western perimeter
of hospital campus…the derelict institute’s east side is cordoned off from the bustling,
modern, medical metro-plex monstrosity by a rusted, unlocked fence that separates the still occupied residential quarters opposite the old abandoned VA hospital…somewhere within this card accessed gate that looks to have stopped working long ago and is propped open during the day then padlocked at night, is or was a mental health center, but like the main VA hospital building; it too has been shuffled around in favor of a new or remodeled facility…

Rounding the front of the probably convalescent residency, with my cell phone affixed to my ear as it often is, I walked up on a lone elderly, wheelchair confined gentleman languishing sedately at the side of the building seemingly oblivious to my approach…as I ambled by he gazed up at me with an apoplectic expression that I met with a smile and a nod, then he jerked erect in the chair and reacted violently as if in a phobic aversion my very presence until he screamed “ Get that cell phone away from me, it’s bad for me! ” I promptly obliged him with a stunned “sorry” and terminated my call by folding the phone closed and stuffing it my front pocket as I simultaneously made a wide bypassing arc around him…he continued to notify my of his disapproval even as I rounded corner out of his range of sight …I reminded myself that this man may have fearlessly put his life on the line to ensure my freedom to use that phone at my discretion and to ultimately post the photos I was about to take on the internet…of course the appointment of an internet regulating czar may restrict this in some capacity for all of us soon, thus making the uncompromising bravery and selfless sacrifices like the wheelchair bound man I just encountered to upheld the ideals of liberty an effort fought in vain…

The trench entrenched construction workers paid little attention to me and seemed more focused on cajoling one of crew to intimate details of the preceding evening’s date that was apparently the culmination of weeks of nervous anticipation for this ordinarily hapless and unconfident co worker…aside from a few ephemeral inquisitive glances as I passed within their immediate range of vision, I was left to my photographic endeavors unhindered…

The broken concrete slabs symmetrically stacked and backhoe-at-the-ready parked nearby reinvigorated my recent assertions and ruminations that construction work and the accompanying incursions of the vibrational changes that powers tools and heavy equipment will often interject into active yet docile (haunted) location…the front walk was partially obstructed by the flatbed trailer but the front steps were still traversable save for the irrepressible weeds that wield the supernatural seeming force to split and crack even the most fortified of concrete surfaces…the front double doors were chained and padlocked through the dual handles as the manually released striker was probably in the past triggered from a security guard within to grant entry and departure and was stripped and salvaged for parts to be used elsewhere …

Even with the trenching activities and the traffic flow on the other side of the fence facing the rear of the main hospital complex, there seemed to be this static bubble of antiquity within the immediate cynosure of the building’s red bricked walls…the ivy vines, trees and thicket of thatch that buffered the east side along the fence was not as fecund on the west side but a wall that backed an L shaped tunneled walkway and led from the rear of the building to a satellite structure that no longer exists or perhaps the old parking lot, created a cordoned off quadrant
of quietude from the chaos of activity that buzzed like hornets from all directions …

The insular respite that the ivied west wall and the brick backed and partially overgrown roof of the in-ground passageway provided was especially poignant and almost peaceful…that is until I found a few open basement windows where the plywood was removed and the stale, cold, damp air wafted from below in that all to familiar assault on the senses that never fails to compromise my composure before the tell tale tingle from my solar plexus even has a chance to disconcert me legitimately…

Before I waded too deeply into the facade of isolation that this concave of concealment provided, I was jolted back to the here-and-now by the rotary reverberation of helicopter blades descending to the landing pad on the other side of the fence that I captured shots of landing…the “Life Star” logo on the side became visible through the zoom lens and as soon as the runners hit the floor of the landing pad, the side doors were already opening to meet the ambulance that was pulling up to shuttle the patient the short distance to the ER across the parking lot…I did fact manage to capture a closeup video from the landing pad of the chopper taking off on the way back to the car and the You Tube link is below …

The invasion of reality into my fantastical mind set was short lived as I returned to the west end
and proceeded to cup my hands over several of the basement windows that were not covered or missing and noticed many in the northeast portion of the basement were retrofitted with interior chain link style security bars …most of the east facing windows were covered by plastic sheeting that looked like a concerted effort was made to block visibility from the hospital parking lot or perhaps discourage the voyeuristic viewing of the living from within…it seems as though painstaking efforts were made to opaque or obscure the windows that were not boarded or overgrown and as the boarded windows presented a considerable eye sore as opposed to the visibility of empty rooms from the perspective of the hospital or VA residence, I am of the opinion that simple aesthetics or added fortification against trespassers was not the only motive for this based on the illogic of the scheme …this summation was further solidified by the confided reports of apparitions glaring from the second and third story windows at overnight hospital employees showing up for third shift duty sending them fleeing in terror LOL (sorry) …

I decided to hop over the wall and roof of the in-round corridor in order to circumnavigate the backtracking required to reach the north (rear) of the building where the loading dock and service elevator is located…the crumbling walls of the recessed, narrow driveway created a horse blinder effect limiting my vision to the ivy strangled north face wall as I descended towards the open gate of the service elevator …a stagnant pool of mud-rust tinted black of interminable depth reflected the cloud cover above in it’s darkened stillness but after a couple of obligatory photos a splash rippled the 10 X 10 square box of rainwater from an object that must have dropped from above …considering that the bottom of the lift platform was visible as stopped at the ground floor and just a few feet over my head at loading dock level, the source of this object left me baffled especially since I made no physical contact with the frame or base of the gate for the 2-3
photos I took…as I turned to commence with my ascent up the ramp, I glimpsed a figure in the second story window that seemed to retreat beyond the periphery of my sight as soon as I reacted to spotting it …I rounded back at ground level to see if I could detect any activity within but could see none …

The tunnel was partially accessible and I bristled when I was able to peer into the barred basement windows and noticed the darting shadows the plastic covered windows created when the traffic along the fence diffused the light filtering in danced over the still present stainless steel examination tables visible within…at the far end of the tunnel; the shrill shriek of noncompliant, rusted metal hinges and the accompanying scrape of a heavy metallic door on loose rubble echoed through the pervasive narrow darkness that was only dotted by the intermittent small, square, eye level windows along the sides …a shriek that almost matched the bizarre noise my cell phone made in my front pocket as I backed toward the door and hastened yet another stiff legged retreat through the rusted gate …

Life Star Liftoff:
click here for video

Here are the unedited (compressed) photos my 6/2010 visit (90 total)….b
The Old VA Hospital Photo Bucket Album-click here

Be sure to visit the PUG forum thread on this topic for photo analysis updates:
An Old VA Hospital forum thread-click here

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Here’s the latest “Best Of” video ….
Best Of Barek 7

Episode details:

Episode 522: The Children’s Parade
Broadcast Date: May 21st, 2010

As Melinda investigates a poltergeist in the hospital, the mystery touches
on a much bigger source of danger, and a final showdown looms with the
forces from the dark side of the spirit world threatening Melinda and her
family.

THE CHILDREN’S PARADE was written and directed by Creator/Consultant John
Gray. He dedicates this episode in memory of his mother, Betty Gray
(1924-2010), whom he loss during the filming of this episode.

This episode guest stars: Billy Unger as Pete (Terminator: The Sarah Connor
Chronicles, Desperate Housewives); Joey King as Cassidy (CSI, The Suite Life
of Zack and Cody); Tammy Townsend as Jacqueline (Sherri, Lincoln Heights);
George Wendt as George the Plumber (Family Guy, Saturday Night Live); Asante
Jones as Stuart (Strong Medicine, Dexter); Peter Holden as Darren (Scrubs,
24); and Rebecca McFarland as Joan (Saving Grace, Two and a Half Men).

Musically, this episode features “There For You” by The Undeserving and
original score by Mark Snow who’s been nominated for 8 Emmys, two of them for
GHOST WHISPERER.

Episode details:

Episode 521: Dead Ringer
Broadcast Date: May 14th, 2010

A routine haunting turns very strange when a man whose ghost Melinda is trying to help suddenly turns up alive. Melinda finds herself caught in a bizarre and dangerous revenge plot, battling enemies she didn’t know she had. Meanwhile, Melinda and Jim’s romance deepens in an unexpected way.

Dead Ringer features special guest star Michael Graziadei (Young & The Restless).

DEAD RINGER was written by Co-Executive Producer Mark B. Perry and Consulting Producer Stephanie SenGupta; it was directed by Executive Producer Ian Sander.

This episode guest stars: Michael Graziadei as Kyle (Young and the Restless, 90210); Stephanie Lemlin as Gale (Kung Fu Panda, CSI); Will Shadley as Boy Seth (Chowder, Dirty Sexy Money); Timon Kyle Durrett as Sheriff (Samantha Who?, The Young and the Restless); and Randolph Montooth as Allen (One Life to Live, As the World Turns).

Musically, this episode features “It’s Me” by Helen Austin; “I Just Realized” by Matt Wertz (Handwritten Records); “In Front Of Me” by Greg Laswell (Vanguard Records); and original score by Mark Snow who’s been nominated for 8 Emmys — two of them for GHOST WHISPERER. For The Ghost Whisperer DEAD RINGER MUSIC PLAY LIST this week, please visit http://www.myspace.com/ghostwhisperer.

May 7th Episode 520 Details:

When three young college kids stumble onto a stash of buried cash, they unearth more than a windfall. Turns out they’ve literally stirred the bones of a long dead kidnapping victim — and angered not only a vengeful ghost, but a dangerous criminal who still wants the money.

BLOOD MONEY was written by Executive Producers P.K. Simonds and Laurie McCarthy; it was directed by Eric Laneuville.

This episode guest stars: Sean Marquette as Henry (CSI, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends); Wes Robinson as Greg (Arrested Development, American
Dreams); Trevor Morgan as Danny (Law & Order, CSI Miami); Mary Gordon Murray as Marion Allston (Nip/Tuck, CSI); Justin Shilton as Det. Jeff Colson (Melrose Place, Buffy the Vampire Slayer); David Clennon as Carl (Grey’s Anatomy, Saved); and Arjay Smith as Scott (Navy NCIS, 24).

Musically, this episode features Michigan by Derby (Green Submarine); Spitting Fire by The Boxer Rebellion; and original score by Mark Snow who’s been nominated for 8 Emmys (two of them for GHOST WHISPERER).

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Melinda’s Brain Flash Game:

Here’s NWPIA’s video of their 100 year anniversary investigation of Wellington. Needless to say, it was quite an adventure.

Enjoy this video? Karen Frazier’s new book about Wellington, Avalanche of Spirits: The Ghosts of Wellington> is now available. Click here to buy.