Sunday, November 4, 2018

Haunted Asheville


     We had high hopes for some paranormal activity on a recent trip to Asheville, NC over Halloween.  We were staying in a Bed and Breakfast in an older neighborhood, we’d planned to go on a walking ghost tour downtown, and a visit to an historic cemetery near the B&B was on our itinerary.  While we had a wonderful time, paranormal activity minimal.

     I’ll start with the ghost tour.  While the guide was entertaining, we were a bit disappointed as it just didn’t seem to measure up to other tours we’d taken in other cities.  One this one, we heard a lot of intriguing stories, but they seemed to be just that, stories with very little legend or tales out there in the public forums to substantiate that which we were told.  While I didn’t experience any “odd” feelings during the tour, there was one thing of note that we couldn’t readily debunk.  While standing outside of the Thomas Wolfe house, a house that dates back to the 19th century, we were told that there was no HVAC system in the house.  This was an important fact because we observed drapes and shades in multiple rooms, both upstairs and down, move as if being blown by air from an HVAC vent.  The movement was very subtle and not rhythmic at all.  There was a slight wind blowing that evening and I suspect if the seals were bad around windows, the breeze could perhaps account for this movement, however, I would find it extremely ironic that this would affect multiple windows.  Paranormal?  I can’t say it was, but I can’t say it wasn’t either.  This one will have to remain a mystery. 

     There was one other strange occurrence surrounding the tour – multiple photos taken on a cell phone at various points of interest along the route, were inexplicably erased from the phone.  We didn’t do anything to remove photos in mass, as evidenced by previous photos that remain on the phone, yet every photo taken that night did not appear on the phone when we went to review them.  I suspect it could be user error, however, I find it strange that no other photos were deleted.  It seems to me that if photos were deleted by accident, others would have been affected as well.  Again, I cannot draw any definitive conclusions from this, but it was unusual to say the least.

     The visit to Riverside Cemetery was a bit more promising.  The grave sites are spread out over 87 rolling acres that border the French Broad River.  We made a quick visit during the afternoon of the 30th, but returned with our “equipment” just before dusk on Halloween night.  We took multiple photos which, on review, did not turn up anything of note.  We also made multiple recordings seeking EVPs but heard nothing on the recordings out of the ordinary.  We did however both hear what sounded like footsteps behind us at one point shortly after getting a spike on the EMF meter, and upon turning to look, saw no one anywhere in sight that could have been responsible for the sound.  The voice recorder was running at the time and did pick up our comments to one another about hearing footsteps, but the sound of the steps themselves was not picked up.  This was when we were around gravesites of small children and when we asked fi anyone was there to look after the children, we received several large spikes on the EMF meter, some of the largest spikes we’d ever had.  The readings were not consistent, which would indicate some type of legitimate electromagnetic emissions, but rather were sporadic and seemed to occur at times when we asked questions.  We had no other visual or auditory evidence to substantiate the spikes, (other then the hearing of footsteps), but the readings on the meter certainly indicated anomalies.

     While I was disappointed that we didn’t receive any recorded evidence during our trip, we did experience some unexplained occurrences.  Did we encounter family members of Thomas Wolfe moving the curtains in his childhood home, and did we hear the footsteps of a mother or father walking amongst the gravestones of their children?  Perhaps.  For now, it will have to remain in the realm of the unknown.

Dickens