Abandoned Indiana Farmhouse

Hello everyone.

I just got back from a Christmas trip to Indiana. I grew up there and left about 9 years ago. We did go back for a year but it wasn’t home. It’s fine to visit though.

As we made the plans for our trip a friend of mine asked if we could go to an old cemetery she likes. The week I left, back in 2010, we decided to have a picnic there. Over the years she has come across some new cemeteries to check out.

There is a large Amish population in the area, and one of the places she wanted to show me was an old Amish cemetery set behind an abandoned house. Naturally, I had to see the house.

When we walked in, we entered the kitchen, and the first thing I noticed was a creepy looking stuffed baby doll on the floor. That was off-putting.

As we went through the house it got more interesting. The floors were covered with more than 20 years of trash and old clothes. The floors were carpeted with every article of clothing the family had to own at that point.

We found a notebook when we went upstairs. It had a note dated 1993. I was 8 at that time, so that was cool. I was apprehensive to go upstairs due to the roof and windows being gone, so I was concerned about safety.

Anyway, the upstairs had what was probably 3 bedrooms. One room was filled with old mattresses. One had the typical creepy chair sitting in the middle of the room. The other was inaccessible, the floor wasn’t sturdy enough for us to get to close.

The rest of the downstairs showed typical signs of being a home. There was a trophy on a dresser and another thrown and broken on the floor. Someone had to be proud of that at some point. Now it just wastes away. That bummed me out.

The living room was hard to get through. The walls were pretty torn up and trash was everywhere. There was what appeared to be a kids room off to the right that had a small chest with pandas on it. That was neat, especially since my friend calls her son her little panda.

The rest was just trashed. I didn’t go into the basement. It wasn’t worth the risk. The bathroom was well worn out, but it had all the fixtures. I was surprised. For being empty for 25 years and having no windows, it was still solid.

This wasn’t the coolest abandoned place I ever explored, but it was good. It’s been a long time since I really had the chance to do that. I encourage you to get out and explore some areas. It’s fun, it’s interesting and it’s exercise. Just don’t get in trouble for trespassing.


I Broke My Writing

It has been about 3 months since I have really been able to do any writing. Nothing clicks, nothing is interesting and I don’t really want to. This is a major problem.

I spent six years of my life with my health spiralling down, and watching my strength and skills waste away. This is when I started getting more creative. The depression that came with my health issues gave me some creativity.

Now, I have none. I have come to a standstill with my writing. My books are just sitting there unwritten. Just a thought on a paper. I still want to write them, there’s just nothing there.

I have however been more active than I have been in years. See, just a couple years ago I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. I spent two years getting worse and weaker.

One day after I read about a magnesium deficiency, I tried a supplement out. Since then, I am off all of my Parkinson’s meds, and I have the energy I did when I was 25. All because of this supplement.

Nature Made High Potency Magnesium Softgels, 60 count https://www.amazon.com/dp/B002RS6PN4/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_Gpj-BbWC3A1S1

This is a miracle in my eyes. It’s been an awesome restart to my life. I can play with my kids, work on my cars, and perform home repairs with no issue. It’s the life I had watched fade away, but it has come with the cost of my writing.

I’m not depressed like I was. I am not afraid to go off on my own to do things. It’s been an amazing few months, but I don’t know what I need to do to start writing again.

What are some tips you have for getting back into it. I may need to start hiking again. It always inspired me, and after gaining 60 pounds, it can’t hurt.

After seeing my shakes, weakness, fatigue, irritability, and anxiety drop, I have to say, i wish I had found that article 6 years earlier. If you experience any of the symptoms above, or just can’t figure out what’s wrong, look into magnesium and calcium supplements. Of course, talk to your doctor.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got today. More of a vent session and a bit of a thing to be grateful for.

Simple ghost hunt tools

As you all know I am a bit of a spook enthusiast. I have spent years reading, watching and learning about our mysterious friends. Over the years I have seen a lot of tools used. I use two that have always done well and i have one that I am experimenting with, I won’t recommend it until I know more.

I am of the mentality, if a place is haunted, it’s always haunted. Fancy tools aren’t needed to prove it. So I keep it simple.

My personal favorite is a mini maglight like this.


This is about as simple as it gets. A good twist top to turn on and you are up and running. All you have to do is loosen the top to the point of needing slight contact to turn the light on.

When you start answering simple yes and no questions, you will get a response in the form of a light being turned on. The first time I had this work for myself, I freaked out a little. I asked the question, “If you are here with me, turn on the light.” It listened. I was not prepared for that for some reason.

Next, I prefer a simple digital voice recorder. Preferably something that can be connected to a computer for easier review. One like this is fine


Really, on these, cheap is fine. The more you spend the finer the sound, but if you are just getting started, this is great. I have picked up spurred footsteps, wagon wheel squeaking and knocking on even the cheapest one i could find.

I am experimenting with a laser grid. So far i haven’t had much luck. But you won’t always anyway.

A lot of people use apps or their recorder on their phone. I personally don’t trust them. I don’t know why. If you know a good app to try, let me know and I will for sure check it out. I’m openminded.

If you want to check do a hunt, you really can use the simplest of tools. You will learn what you prefer. Don’t be discouraged if it isn’t high end stuff. It’ll still do the job.

It’s Friday, which means it’s exploration night. Go out and do a lite exploring too. Have some fun, but stay safe.

Stolen Scooby

I haven’t shared a good growing up story in quite some time. I was watching a video on YouTube and remembered this one. Thinking back on it almost 20 years later, and it’s still an odd story.

My cousin Brandon, sister Tonya, one of Brandon’s friends and me decided we were going to a movie in Sturgis Michigan. Not an exciting time, but fun. Brandon had his car, the Scooby mobile full of Scooby Doo stuffed animals.

My personal preference is Rocky and Bullwinkle.

We went into the theaters enjoyed the movie. I can’t remember for the life of me what we saw. When the movie was over, we got to the car to find it had been stripped clean of all his stuffed animals. I believe his CD ‘s were gone too. I can’t remember.

He reported it to the police and we moved on. On the way home, we stopped for gas at a little station in Howe, IN. It was a warm night, the windows were rolled down and we were all talking while he out gas in.

Out of nowhere a car pulled up and the driver shouted, “Hey man, are you missing something?” Then drove away laughing.

After a few minutes of confusion we realized it was the guy who stole the stuff, and the Scooby mobile was easy to spot. It was a 1986 Chevy Nova. Not a sexy car by any means.

We had to take the friend home, about 45 minutes away. Suddenly a car was flying up behind us, then turned on its high beams. It started passing us, slowed down beside us for a second the finished going around. It was weird too.

A little ways up the road a car was coming toward us, just as it got close enough, they turned on it’s high beams and drove by. At this point we were starting to freak out. We didn’t know what was going on.

By the time we reached the friends house we had been passed by what we were convinced was the same car 4 times. Twice from behind, twice from the opposite direction. Each time with the high beams done the same way.

It was one of those nights that makes no sense at all. I don’t remember if he got any of the scooby stuff back, but we did get a fun story to tell.

We were scared. We were confused. We were scoobyless. Really, it was a win for us.

The Little Dinosaur review

Hey everybody. We are back today with another awesome book review. Today we are checking out “The Little Dinosaur” by Samantha Ball.

We will get right to it. The book is awesome. It had a very similar feel to “Are You My Mother.” That was my favorite book growing up.

The story follows the little dinosaur through his day. He gets to explore his land and have some fun. He learns a few important lessons along the way. After getting lost, a friend helps him find his way home.

My kids loved it. We have read it a few times since I downloaded it. It is available on Amazon in both paperback and ebook format.

I highly recommend it. It’s a cute story, with even cuter art. You won’t be disappointed. You can check it out at the link below.

I will be getting more reviews going shortly. Keep an eye out for them. Have a great day.


Steve the Bigfoot Hunter Review

Today we finish out our reviews on the Feisty Cat books By Natasha and David Breen. The last two books have been awesome. I will say though, this was my favorite. I am a bit of a Bigfoot nerd.

There is nothing wrong at all in this book. The story is cleverly written. It sticks with the same style we have seen in their previous works, and it’s Bigfoot. It’s humorous enough for adults, but easy enough to really get a kids attention.

My son laid claim to all 3 of the books the Breens sent. That is a success in my book. I won’t go in to a lot of detail on it because I can’t pick my favorite parts of it. It’s easily my favorite from this brother/sister team.

DO yourselves a favor, go on Amazon and find their books. Any of the three I reviewed here, or any of the others. I cannot recommend them enough. They deserve to be read. The family deserves the encouragement. If nothing else, Do it for Bigfoot. He’s a good guy, just misunderstood.


Writing, writing, and avoiding issues

Hey everybody. It is another late night. We have a few more projects in the books and some more that are past due. Yay. The nature of the beast I suppose.

I am pretty well pulling the plug on Lizzie. I have lost any real reason to move forward. My partner is ignoring the very obvious issues in front of her. I have tried to explain that she needs a physical book in her hand to have a successful Kickstarter campaign.

I have told her we need to coordinate our illustrations for the layouts. She wants it all done now, and is willing to do no work to get it there. Now they want to put a video on our campaign, with still nothing to offer. So it is at a standstill. I will be closing the Kickstarter in the next couple days and refunding the contributions. I feel that’s fair.

Ricky’s book is coming along nicely. We have a rough character sketch. We have a killer story built and about a quarter of the writing done. He is pumped. I love it.

I am submitting my 3rd script tomorrow on Tuesday for our educational videos. Keeping it down to 2 minutes has been quite that challenge with the subject matter we are trying to pack in.

Finally, I wrote a script for an individual I sold a story to a while back. He is wanting to make a Kickstarter campaign for a cool digital book setup. That script is out of the way. I can see a little light in front of me.

It’ll be nice until the next burial. But hey, that’s my job. I think until then, I am going to do more fishing. We went 3 times this weekend and I caught one. So that sucked, but it was relaxing.

Have a great week, keep an eye out for a couple more book reviews coming your way, and other nonsense as I see fit.


A Museum Haunt

I have recently decided to take each Friday and do a haunted event of some kind. One day I will turn something up. This one isn’t for anything more than to feed my fascination. I have always had fun with the unknown.

I have worked in many haunted locations. Deadwood, South Dakota brought me many opportunities. My favorite part of it was working at a trio of haunted museums. We had the Days of 76, The Adams Museum, and the Adams House. I was lucky enough to do spend time at all three.

In October the Adams House does a guided haunted tour. It is in an 1892 Queen Anne Victorian home. It is an amazing house. It is a busy house, and it is a blast.

Apart from the history there are the ghosts. There are the sounds, the sights, the smells. It’s all there. During the tours I was working the gift shop to take admissions and the supervisor asked me to take the midnight tour.

We got hands on with the ghosts. The tools used were fascinating by themselves. What got me was the stuff we didn’t need equipment to see. It did however end with a visit from the police and fire department.

It was our 10:00 pm tour and it had been a quiet night. There was the occasional E.V.P. but nothing to exciting. All of the sudden our fire alarm system started going off. We had to evacuate the house.

When the fire department showed up, they had to do a full inspection of the house. They found that an alarm had been tripped in the smoking lounge of the house. This was in a roped off room, in the 3rd floor of this house.

According to reports of the tour group a guest had asked for a sign of any presence in the house. The alarm immediately went off, along with the faint smell of cigar smoke. Unfortunately, I could not be in this group. I can just go with the reports of 15-20 people.

Throughout the night I did get the opportunity to listen to various E.V.P’s captured by the crew. They had captured intelligent responses to questions and sounds that shouldn’t have been in a silent house. It was awesome.

For me, the best part was the flashlight. If you ever want a cheap and simple tool to use for a ghost hunting session, use a flash light. The kind that the tip screws in and out to turn on and off. I will say that this is DEFINITELY effective.

We placed a flashlight on the bed with the tip unscrewed to the point it had to be pushed to make the light come on. We started asking simple questions. The goal was to talk the spirit into communicating with us by pressing the light. Again, the light would only come on when contact was made with the light.

The group members would ask questions then tell the spirit to touch the light to let us know it was there. The first time I assumed it was a fluke. After the answering of 5 questions and seeing the light come on in the middle of an empty bed, I was convinced.

I have used digital recorders and flashlights effectively in my hunts. If you want to do it, DO IT. Go out and find a good haunt. If you are ever in Deadwood, South Dakota, go to the museums I mentioned before. You won’t be disappointed.

I tried a haunted drive last week and it was a major bust. I am working on other places to check out now. I have a few good stories from the past, like the one tonight. These will fill in for my disappointing weeks.

I will for sure be sharing the new stories as they come. These will be probably on a Saturday or Sunday so keep an eye out. If you hear of a good place to check out, let me know. If I can find the funds I will travel to a few spots.

I have to replace my recorder. A “friend” stole the one I had awesome recordings on. I will be investing in another flashlight. Most importantly, I am getting back out there. Stay tuned for more fun. Until next week my fellow spook enthusiasts.



I am a bit of a nerd. I can’t deny that. I’ve always loved stargazing and keeping up with meteor showers. I always knew that if I did meet someone, she would have to be equally nerdy.

Friday, August 12, 2011 I found that girl. I was the maintenance man at an apartment complex, and Abbie was a new tenant, starting her first teaching job out of college. I was in the lobby arguing about whether or not the Perseid meteor shower was visible for my friend.

Abbie came down to wash laundry, and I decided to go in and talk to her. We went through the pleasantries and I mentioned the meteor shower. She said she loves meteor showers.

When I invited her to watch it with me, she said she wasn’t sure. There were boys at one of the doors and she was scared of them. Abbie is 5’3, tiny, and very shy. I told her I would keep her safe from the scary boys and be her guard dog, just joking around.

We went out and watched the shower for a while. To this day we still keep track of who sees the most shooting stars each month. Like I said, we’re nerdy people. Anyway, we wound up back in the lobby talking until almost 2 am.

When I walked her back to her apartment that night, I knew I was in trouble. We agreed to watch it again the next night too. The next night I was nervous as can be trying to get up the nerve to knock on her door.

I’m glad I did. It has been 7 years since that night. Every year on August 11, we watch the Perseid meteor shower together at midnight. We have our own celebration of the day we became us. Most would celebrate on the evening of the 12th.

I met my dad just a week or so after that night. He asked, “you’re going to marry her aren’t you?” I told him “I probably will.”

Abbie was the first girl I dated in 3 years. After the last relationship I had been in, I knew God was going to have to break out the big guns to make me date again. I joke around and tell Abbie that He needed the whole universe to make me realize it.

It’s been a great 7 years. We have been blessed with 3 awesome kids. Our son Ricky, 5, starts kindergarten this year. Morgan, 4, was the inspiration for Morgan Goes Fishing. Bella, 2, is just amazing in too many ways.

A meteor shower means very little to most people. I look forward to Perseid every year. It marks the start of the best part of my life. Now, it’s about time to go bring in the 12th. Have a great night.


Alabama Fishing

I haven’t done much for sharing any of the stupid stories lately. I have been thinking a lot about one that may be my favorite memory from childhood. We have a bad situation, so naturally, Scott was there. We had a lot of fun.

I was no more than 10 at the time. The only indicator of age is I remember eating pizza when we got home in Clarksville, TN. It was a good end to what was one of the best worst trips we could have asked for. It’s the bad ones? that stick with you after all.

My dad, 2 uncles, Scott and me all went to Alabama for a fishing trip. Another uncle let us borrow his boat. My uncle Denny had his 8 foot aluminum Jon Boat that he carried in the bed of his truck. It was 5 of us on this trip, so it wasn’t anything major. Just a fun day.

The first several hours of the day were great. We fished, we caught fish, we stopped for lunch. Denny played a joke on my dad and Uncle Bill that the waitress at the counter had asked him to come back when she got off work. We ate lunch and left.

I know, at this point its a pretty boring story. Stay with me.

We decided it was time to find a new place to fish. My dad remembered the fishing being good down by the old gas station he knew from growing up. We loaded up the boats and took off. Off in the distance we saw some clouds rolling in, but we knew we still had a while before the storm came. When we got to the boat launch by the gas station we unloaded and went back to fishing.

We explored the area a little bit. My dad showed us some places he remembered from growing up. After about an hour we saw the clouds were closer and figured we should go up closer to the boat launch. We got up close to the bank and fished along.

The water was starting to get rough as the wind picked up. That’s when the first flash of lightning hit. It hit the water maybe 200 feet from us. Then it hit the trees on the shore. The wind had picked up more and the storm was really getting good.

My dad decided it was time to go back to the shore and let the storm pass. The boat wouldn’t start. The motor had gotten jammed up. With all the bravery of an 10 year old, I started crying when i could hear trees falling on the shore. My dad responded lovingly with a, “oh knock it off. It’s only rain. Quit your crying.” I have said the exact same thing to my son.

After messing with the motor for a few minutes the boat was running and we made a mad dash back to the boat launch. Scott and Denny had made it back already and were finishing up unloading the rods and reels from Denny’s boat. Denny ran and pulled the truck and trailer down to get the boat loaded. His was just pulled up on the bank.

When he got the trailer in the water, my dad and Bill started loading the boat up. Bill was just out of the water getting the winch hooked up. Dad was at the back of the boat in the water, trying to get the boat lined up. In the rush it wasn’t the best loading job.

Just then, lightning hit the water. My dad was in the water. I can say that 2 people have walked on water. My dad is 6’2″ tall. When the lightning hit the water he cleared the 16 foot boat in about 3 seconds and never touched bottom. All we saw was legs flailing around as he ran out of the water.

All he had to say was, “Damn, that hurt.”

We got in the truck and rode out the rest of the storm. Scott and I were in the bed of the truck under the camper shell. It did little good at keeping us dry. A few weeks earlier Denny came to a hard stop and one of his dogs had hit the front window and broke it. So we had rain running in the broken window.

Powdered donuts and DR. Pepper were close by. We joked about the storm while the adults smoked in the cab. When the stormed passed we got out to finish loading up.

Denny’s boat had started to sink from the rain it caught. His trolling motor and battery were completely submerged. But it still worked. We loaded everything up and got out of there before the day got any worse.

This is seriously my favorite memory from childhood. I have no idea why. It was an awesome day. I completely understand where i get my parenting style. I look forward to the day Ricky gets to have a stupid story with me to share.