I recently had the opportunity to visit one of the oldest homes in Spartanburg. I was invited to investigate the Bishop House. The Spartanburg Historical Society sought after P.S.I. to investigate this fine home for paranormal activivty. P.S.I. stands for Paranormal Scene Investigators. P.S.I. a nonprofit organization that scientifically observes a dwelling for any paranormal activity.  Joe and his crew set up in the house. there was  a camera in every room.  There was a lot of recording equipment that could pick up the slightest movement or sound. Before going into the house, I was shown pictures of a shadow like figure that apears to people from the upstairs bedroom. Also, I was told that many people have reported a small boy that would apear and climb on the fence in front of the house. Both of these images have been seen from different people passing by the house at different hours. With this knowledge, I was hoping to see the boy or the man figure in the house. The first time I went into the house I got to look around. I notice the woodwork and the high ceilings. The house is a historical jewel. In almost every room stood a magnificent fireplace.   It is truely amazing how this house has withstood time and the elements. The house was a Queen Anne style home.  It was  probably an amazing work of architecture in the late 1800s. The only thing that was frightening was the fact that we did not have any air conditioning. The place really looked like a movie set. We were not sure what we would find lurking in the shadows. The cameras were powered by a source outside. The gates were locked and we in for the night. The teams were formed and ready to begin the investigation. The first team went into the house. They took the downstairs. The group went room to room, moving slowly while asking questions outloud. The temperature was recorded and so was the sound. One person had a video recorder. Members or the teams carried digital sound recorders and other ivestigative equipment. This group stayed 15 minutes inside, while everything was monitored by the other people working the monitors on the front porch of the house. It was then my groups turn. We took the upstairs. We slowly walked up the stair case past the broken once brilliant stained glass windows. We slowly ascended into the upper part of the house. I noticed that the wallpaper was the original victorian paper. In one of the bedrooms and the nursery. The nursery was the middle room. The huge window was broken and the torn wall paper had wagon wheels on it. The house was dusty.  It was obvious that no one had lived here for quite some time.  Our time was up. The last group went into the house. As this group made their way through the house we heard loud crashes from inside. Honestly, I was glad I was on the porch.

We took a break and took a midnight stroll through the adjoining cemetery. It is the one oldest graveyards in Spartanburg County. The head stones dated back to the Civil War. I felt a lot sadness about this place. Especially, when you see a gravesite that has been vandalized. Broken head stones always give you an eerie feeling. You Can’t blame the departed for being a little upset.

It was time to go back into the house. Each person picked a room. I picked the nursery, hoping to contact the little boy. I wanted to go back to the upstairs.  I sat on the wooden floor.  The room was dark and quiet.  No furniture….the only light beamed in from the broken window.  I sat and asked questions into a recorder. The door moved. I asked, was that you. The door sqeaked again!  There was no breeze. I thought that maybe the old dusty house was settling. I went through the door and into the next bedroom. I felt kind of sick at my stomach. It didn’t see anyone. Shortly after, my time was up and I had to go back downstairs.

  The final group went back into the house to verbally taunt the sprirts.  I can’t wait for the results of this investigation.  I would really love to do it again.

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Thanks,

Paige

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