The Aristocratic Poltergeist Agent: A Hidden Story From Decades Past

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When it comes to poltergeist agents, they come in all shapes, sizes, genders and colors.   Some are tall, some short, some thin, some not-so-thin, some young, some not so young, some male and some female, although females appear to be far more common than males.   But generally speaking, it’s indeed a rare day when they come from parents who were celebrities in their respective fields of work.   Especially from parents who went to great lengths not to disclose the existence of their newborn daughter.  Parent’s whose lives would have been forever tainted and tarnished by the birth of an illegitimate child with paranormal proclivities, as they were married, but not to each other.  The scandal over this would have been horrendous for sure.  It is with this backdrop, that I describe the following case.

The case I am about to discuss, has never been made public before, not in my book, anywhere else on this site, nor in any of my lectures, as there were way too many problematic elements associated with it.  Until recently, I felt somewhat compelled not to discuss any details of this case for fear of legal repercussions against the woman who is the focus this article and myself . 

But as the woman of which I speak has now very likely passed away (more on this later), as have her biological and adoptive parents long ago, some of those concerns are less threatening than they once were.  Yet I still cannot fully divulge who her biological parents were, as they were part of the upper social strata within modern 20th century America that wouldn’t care to be linked the paranormal in any way whatsoever, where the mother was a famous actress within the industry, and the father was associated with one of the best known financial and political families on earth.  Needless to say, they discreetly put their little baby girl up for adoption more than sixty-seven years ago.

This case began in early February of 1976 when a girl named Susan called the old UCLA parapsychology lab in search of answers to the ongoing psychokinetic maelstroms in her home.   If memory serves me correct after almost four decades, it was Dr. Thelma Moss who actually took the call, as Susan called very late in the afternoon or early evening, after I had left for the day.  It wasn’t until the next morning that I found the note left for me by the phone that Susan had called, not having any idea of who Susan was in terms of my past.

At that time, Susan lived with two other girls in a quaint, little, three bedroom house in the North Hollywood region of the San Fernando Valley here in Southern California.  Upon meeting Susan, the diminutive blond looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her.  The reason she looked so familiar was that she grew up near my cousins in West Los Angeles, and they kept trying to set us up on dates, which never occurred.  Susan was way too weird and mousey, even for me.   But Susan instantly recognized me, and I was really amazed to see what she grew into.

The passing of time was very good to Susan in most ways, as the more mature woman was far more attractive than the scrawny 16 year-old I knew way back when; a stunning green-eyed blond, who was attractive even if you weren’t attracted to blonds, like myself.   During that new encounter of thirty-nine years ago, I learned that Susan had become quite the histrionic hypochondriac, having little or no emotional coping mechanism, where the smallest amount of  emotional or physical stress knocked her off her feet and into bed, where she complained of various ills that were anything but somatic.  Moreover, she used her morbid depression to manipulate others into getting her way. 

But far and away, the most relevant piece of the puzzle here was that Susan had been diagnosed to suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy, which she learned of while still a teenager, and was therefore unable to hold a California driver’s license.  Wow, like what else is new?   Back in those days of forty years past, no one in their right mind even suggested that there was a causal link between one’s neurophysiology/electro-chemistry and poltergeist activity, while today it appears to be the most common somatic correlate to RSPK.

But even given all of this, there was something really off about her, something that made me keep my distance, knowing full well that her bizarre psyche and personality might raise up its ugly head to create even greater chaos than she was already in.   What immediately follows is a small example of what I’m referring to.

Even when very young, Susan really believed that she was a cauldron stirring, broom-riding witch, who could cast spells and curses through incantations on those who did her wrong, conjure love potions for those she found to be emotionally appealing, or to summon the minions of the devil himself to help her seek revenge.   The only craft she learned over time, was the one that started with name “witch”, if you get my drift.   To me, even as a teenager, such bizarre rituals were better left to Roger Corman horror movies than in my reality.  To me, Susan was indeed “a couple fries short of a happy meal”.

So when Susan reminded me of who she was, I was not totally shocked to learn that she had already been twice married and divorced by the time she was 28 years old.  But given that I knew how unusual she was, that didn’t come as any real surprise to me.   But what I didn’t expect was how Susan transitioned from heterosexual orientation to homosexual, where only women now caught and held her eye, heart and mind.

The result of all this was the three women living in a love stew if you will, where they shunned men in favor of each other, but there was a strong sense of competition between the other women for Susan’s attention, as she stood out like a sore thumb around the taller, slightly older and darker-haired women. 

There were strong feelings of envy here, as Susan was far more attractive in every way than the other women living with her were.  They weren’t ugly in any sense of the word, but compared to Susan’s level of beauty, they were anything but eye-catching.  Making her even more appealing to them was the fact that Susan had never been medically diagnosed as having any serious psychiatric disorder (other than being a histrionic hypochondriac, or what would be labeled today as Histrionic Personality Disorder [HPD]), but she wasn’t formally diagnosed with such, it was in plain sight for everyone to see), while the other two had.  In fact, one of them was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and they both had what’s now referred to as Intermittent Explosive Disorder.  Although Susan knew that she was epileptic, we did not know if she informed her roommates of her disability, and even if she had done so, we never questioned anyone regarding such matters so long ago.

But making matters even more problematic is that the other two women living with Susan had to be regularly medicated and tranquilized, as they’d both been diagnosed as bipolar, once called manic-depression, and without such medication, they turned extremely irritable and violent.  I dared not even ask how Susan came to meet and hook up with these most unusual ladies, who had also claimed to have had long histories of paranormal encounters similar to what was currently going on around them, while Susan had precognitive and clairvoyant experiences with occasional RSPK outbreaks.  But as the other two women were far less open to questions about their past than Susan was, there isn’t much more detail to add about them here.

The reason Susan had called the lab was because of the growing number of poltergeist type events transpiring around her and her two lovers.   Everything from blood dripping from the shower head in Susan’s bathroom and the fireplace in the living room, soap being thrown at the other two girls, books repeatedly and singularly flying off shelves, shoes being thrown at them, feeling as if someone was patting on their buttocks, crotch and breasts, to Susan’s guitar being violently torn from her grasp as she played it and then gently lowered onto the floor.  Doors were opened and then violently slammed shut on their own, and various faucets in the house kept turning themselves on, along with toilets flushing themselves, disembodied footsteps and the sound of keys jangling together.  There were also numerous occasions where strange, luminous fogs that were visually observed and actually photographed (unfortunately, these photos cannot be displayed here for fear of placing the two other women in jeopardy).  Yet all of this is really quite common as far as poltergeist outbreaks were concerned.

And as it turned out, according to Susan, the last owner/tenant, also a female, had experienced similar phenomena while living there for seven years.  If there only had been the small, portable instruments that we use today, as I’d be willing to bet there was either geomagnetic or electromagnetic anomalies associated with that property that triggered such recurring psychokinetic events.  But unfortunately, they wouldn’t exist for several more decades.

For the most part, these events generally seemed to be centered around Susan, though the other girls were clearly having their own encounters as

Susan from 12/25/75
Susan from 12/25/75

well.  These events became so common that they were accepted as normal, except when they took on visual luminous anomalies that appeared in numerous photos taken within the house.  At the entrance to the hallway connecting the bedrooms a glowing mist was seen, a large, luminous “claw” in front of where Susan and one her roommates were opening Christmas presents, to a horrific photonic noose that appeared over the head of one of the others girls while she opened her Christmas present, it just kept occurring.

The photo at left is the only known remaining photo of Susan (no enhancement as been done on this image as of yet).  Take note of the luminous anomaly in front of her as she was opening her Christmas gifts.  These most interesting images were not seen, only photographed by a 35 mm. camera.

Given all the attention Susan was now getting from me and my colleagues, the other two women felt that they were ignored and left out of everything, especially when Susan and I finally became closer friends.  Predictably, this served to demonstrably change the nature of the psychokinetic events.

Susan began attending my psi development group at UCLA (see “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”, elsewhere on this site), but as she felt very uncomfortable within the sensory deprived environment of it, she only participated once or two twice.  Susan also accompanied me to several other investigations (Holly Mont case, elsewhere on this site as “The Holly Mont Haunting: As Good As It Gets”) and lectures I gave during that period.  In fact, it was Susan who arranged for me to speak before a group of professional group known as California’s Association of Licensed Investigators  (CALI) (private investigators, P.I’s., not paranormal investigators) in Beverly Hills, as she knew the founder of the organization.  The reason I was asked to speak before them was that Susan told the head of group about the work we had done for various law enforcement agencies over the years looking for missing people and attempting to assist law enforcement in solving open cases.

While it certainly was interesting getting to know Susan in a way I never really did when younger, our spending so much time together started irritating the two woman she lived with, as they became jealous.   In fact, there was a feeble attempt where it appeared as if Susan wanted to start a real relationship with me, but the ongoing sexual tension within her home was far too great for her to endure, as was her smoking for me.  She had been in poor health most of her young life and yet smoked about 3-4 packs of cigarettes a day to boot.  I repeatedly told her that I do not allow smoking in my car, nor would I even date a woman who smoked at all, as I didn’t want that noxious odor anywhere near me.  I also told Susan that I sensed that she had an enlarged heart, and that smoking was perhaps one of the worst things could do to her body.  Susan didn’t seem to believe me or care one way or the other.

The two women living with Susan were becoming more and more uncomfortable at the notion of Susan and I doing anything together, even talking on the phone.  As these emotions built to a critical level, the psychodynamics within the house totally changed in the most negative of ways.  The RSPK events seemed to be now focused only on Susan, but now started taking on a belligerent tone, where her guitar was not only pulled from her grip as it was before, but it now hit the wall with such force that it was shattered in many pieces, and Susan began feeling something painfully scratching her breasts, butt and crotch areas, while flying shoes were now actually striking her as opposed to just being observed from a distance.  The motives behind this change were somewhat obvious, albeit at an subconscious level, and the tensions grew within their home.

During a séance at Susan’s home around this time, some really incredible events occurred.  So strange were they, that even today, I cannot even guess as to how they occurred and what they might have represented.

The first thing was that Susan dropped off into a trance of sorts where her diminutive body starting doing things that didn’t make any sense, not in the mid-1970’s, or now.   One of her hands became so hot that it actually felt like fire when touched.  At the same time, her other hand became so cold, that it too burned, as if made of dry ice, but a burn related to extreme cold versus heat.   What the hell was this?

But wait, there’s more.

As if her body simultaneously demonstrating extremely exothermic and endothermic reactions wasn’t sufficient, came the next level of high strangeness.  Still deep in a trance, water began flowing out of Susan’s nostrils like a high pressure hose was attached to her ears and mouth.  We collected samples of this biological water and it proved to be anything but normal.  In fact, it proved to be pure water, not saline, but fresh water.

Now the problem with this occurrence is that fresh water does not exist within the human body, only saline. 

So where did the water come from?

We may never know.

Then one of the other girl’s dropped into a trance of sorts where she began screaming at the top of her lungs in a non-existent language, that no one’s ever heard before.   So was this more evidence that this other woman was also severely disturbed or was she simply attempting to distract our attention away from Susan?  As she quite stoic otherwise and refrained from responding to our questions when  she came out of it, we’ll never know.

Not long thereafter, Susan and her romantic roommates split up and went their separate ways, where their whereabouts were unknown to me.

Another ten years passed before I again heard from Susan, where she had already been married two more times, divorced once more, and heading in that direction with her new husband as well.  But most importantly for Susan, the poltergeist activity ceased once she and her roommates each went in their own directions.

More years passed and Susan get divorced again, and was then with a new man who would soon become her next husband, which I predicted, even to where they would end up living out-of-state.   After that, there was a very long silence, where Susan once again vanished in the outer realms of reality.

There is then a news blackout from her until the spring of 2008, where Susan again contacted me to inform me saying she had gotten divorced again and was now living in northern California with another friend, but a male one, not a female one, but it as all platonic.  At this point, who cares.

I also learned that my diagnosis of her long ago was very accurate, as her enlarged heart starting failing to the point to where she required a bi-ventricular pacemaker and valve replacement due to the abuse that heavy smoking took upon her small and delicate frame.

This was just after the time when Susan finally discovered who her biological parents were as her real father tracked her down and brought all the legal proof needed to demonstrated who he was and who Susan’s famous mother was, but she had died many years earlier.  She also wondered if this was why she could never stay with one man for a very long time, as her mother was exactly the same.   Who knows?

Susan was in total shock, even though she knew she was adopted, she had no idea as to who gave birth to her and why her parents went to such great lengths to cover it up.  

Susan did her own due diligence and was able to verify and confirm everything her father had told her.

Then Susan abruptly moved again, but to god knows where this time, with no forwarding address or phone number, and given how psychosomatic Susan was even before her health really turned south, the stress associated with this last move might have finished her.

Hopefully not.

Now what makes this case unique, is the rather extraordinary heritage Susan had, which if fully revealed, would send shock waves through certain aristocratic parts of our western culture, which makes one wonder if there is a genetic predisposition to any of these occurrences.  And as the other two women had prior, solitary RSPK incidents in their lives before living with Susan, we must consider the possibility that this whole matter was the result of a confluence occurring in the right place at the right time, where all three of these young ladies were responsible for what occurred some forty years ago. 

Had we only had the high-end, portable, EMF sensors we current use and armed with knowing what questions to ask regarding neurophysiological health aspects, this case might have made history in many ways.

 

The Holly Mont Haunting: As Good As It Gets

 

Excerpted from chapter one of Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown

When one of your cases finds its way into the National Enquirer or onto the front page of the View Section of the Los Angeles Times, you generally know that one or both of two things have occurred.

Either the case was unique enough to attract the attention of the press and tabloid media or, you’ve made a serious error in judgment by allowing yourself to be interviewed by them. In a case that began in the late spring of 1976, both of these reasons can be cited as true.  In view of the manner in which the case was reported in both papers, I should have exercised better judgment and more caution as neither publication came close to accurately reporting what actually transpired.

Strangely enough, the greater of the two evils here was not the National Enquirer, who, we were aware, grossly misrepresented their stories, especially about the paranormal.  In this case the venerable Los Angeles Times did a much worse job.

Contrary to what most people believe, there really is not much difference in the sensationalistic style of journalism practiced by either publication. They distort, slant, embellish, exaggerate and frequently misinform their readers about subjects they consider to be less than credible.  The resulting campy, tongue-in-cheek article was not just unprofessional, it was downright rude and disrespectful.

Over the last forty years, most cases have come to my attention via conventional means, e.g., word-of-mouth, occasional appearances on local TV talk shows, teaching, lecturing, or random calls coming to UCLA’s former parapsychology lab.  However, this all changed in May of 1976 as a young undergraduate student came storming into the lab in shock over what had transpired at a party on the previous night.

Mark was quite excited to share all of the incredible events he had witnessed just hours earlier, especially since he found the entire matter difficult, if not impossible, to believe.  Once I was able to slow down his rate of speech, he attempted to coherently discuss the barrage of paranormal events during the all-too-brief party.

As Mark’s story initially was nothing more than the ramblings of a very frenetic young adult, I tried to get him to start from the very beginning so I would have some perspective in the matter, rather than attempt to sort and collate a series of divergent events. When Mark understood what I needed to actually begin investigating his experience, he started describing the location of a large, three-story house on Hollymont Drive in the Hollywood Hills.

While at the party, Mark and several of his friends witnessed some of the most amazing things they had ever seen.  When the owner of the house, a banker named Don Jolly, first moved in, he immediately hired a houseboy to clean and do the cooking.  Shortly thereafter, the houseboy began telling Jolly of strange events that really unnerved him.

Objects were rapidly moved from one room to another, and enigmatic shadows and apparitions were seen out of the corner of his eye.  The frequency and magnitude of these events escalated to such a degree that the houseboy seriously considered quitting rather than putting up with any more of the bizarre phenomena.

According to Mark, during the party, many loose objects began flying about the house.  At one point after a young woman entered the house, a large throne chair suddenly moved under its own power across the room pinning her against the wall of the living room directly in front of other guests. This was followed an instant later by a kettle flying in from the kitchen stove which quite deliberately dumped its water over the girl’s head.  Later that evening, the houseboy was chased around the house by a cabbage with a huge butcher knife stuck in it.  It was this particular event that finally caused the houseboy to abruptly quit his job.

Needless to say, these stories were more than sufficient to arouse my interest and desire to attend yet another party to be held at the same house the next evening.  I figured that the worst-case scenario would be one where I would speak to some interesting individuals who were first-hand witnesses to the previous party’s events.   It also presented the opportunity to personally observe, if not record, some astounding phenomena.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that this possibly embellished story would turn into one of the most incredible cases in my files suggesting discarnate intelligence.

The next evening, my colleague and I went to the house to attend the party.  The area of Hollywood where the house is located was not exactly known for its beauty or safety. In fact, it was noted mostly for its high crime rate and drug trafficking.  As such, I was far more concerned about the threat from burglars, muggers and flying lead than belligerent ghosts.

While at the house, we did have the opportunity to observe some of the most astounding psychokinetic displays we had ever seen. On several occasions, numerous books would take off from their resting place, fly madly about the house and abruptly drop to the floor.  A telephone left its secure position on a stand and then flew over Don Jolly’s shoulder in my direction, as did a large glass jar.

The most humorous event occurred while several of us stood in the foyer directly at the entrance to the house.  In the middle of us was a large wrought-iron chandelier.  As we continued to speak, I commented that I was very hungry.  Within seconds, a large clump of bananas came flying across our path landing at my feet.  I bent down to pick them up and noticed that they were rather cold to the touch.

Their exact source could not be determined even after checking out the kitchen where they supposedly originated.  We eventually returned to the foyer to continue our conversation [that was about the only really vacant room in the house where a conversation could be heard given the party’s boisterous nature].

Suddenly, the front doorbell began ringing relentlessly, as if some madman outside was seeking entrance.  When we examined the doorbell, we were shocked to discover that it was disconnected from the house’s power as its wires were completely frayed and rotted, incapable of carrying even the minimal household voltage or current.  What then caused the doorbell to ring?  Or more precisely, what allowed it to ring?

After some background research, we discovered that the Hollymont house had a rather sordid background. Two murders and one suicide had occurred there over the last fifty years. These historical tidbits combined with the fact that both Robert Taylor and Barbara Stanwyck once lived there, contributed to its celebrity atmosphere.

After talking at length with Don Jolly, we discovered that the apparition of a young female had repeatedly been seen by both workers in the house, as well as Jolly himself.  We also learned that Jolly was a part-time minister and had a small chapel set up on the second floor. This seemed a little suspicious and made me wonder whether we might be dealing with a religious zealot.  By about 11:30 P.M., the house finally settled down and we decided to leave.

We were not able to return until about ten days later on May 14, 1976, at which time we were accompanied by a news crew headed by Connie Fox from local Los Angeles television station, KTTV [which coincidentally became part of the Fox Network (no relation to Connie].

On this particular visit, we experienced more sustained phenomena in a finite period of time than in any case before or since.  Due to the detailed nature of the recurring phenomena, it is easier to list them in an itemized manner.

• We arrived about 6:30 P.M. and at one point we all were in the dining room.  Suddenly an ice tray came flying out of the kitchen and soared across the dining room into the west wall.

• Shortly thereafter, a large sack of cloth napkins flew out of the kitchen (which was empty) and struck silverware in the dining room directly in front of Connie Fox.

• A pewter goblet flew out of the kitchen storage area and impacted the west wall of the dining room.

• A religious vestment [metal cylinder] disappeared from the upstairs chapel and appeared outside in front of the house dropping in open air.

• A large world atlas suddenly appeared flying in front of the house and literally chased a screaming and terrified Connie Fox down the front Z-shaped stairway, making three distinct ninety degree turns (changes of direction) in doing so.  All the while, the atlas was flapping its pages as though it was a bird in flight.

• When one of my friends laughingly commented on the above event, an old shoe flew around the outside of the house and struck him on the side of the head.

• While in the pantry area between the dining room and kitchen with Jolly, showers of coins, primarily pennies and dimes, fell from the ceiling, pelting us. These thousands of coins appeared to fall from the empty air.

• While several members of the crew and I stood in the foyer discussing these occurrences, a large black robe apported itself onto the massive wrought iron chandelier positioned immediately above and between all of us.  One instant the chandelier was empty, in the next the robe appeared out of thin air.  When examined, it was discovered that the robe was intricately wrapped around the workings of the light fixture requiring several minutes with a stepladder to remove.

• We learned that Jolly had invited a local Bishop over to the house to bless it.  Shortly after the Bishop entered the house, his hat disappeared off the top of his head and was later found lying on an inaccessible part of the roof.

• A large shower head from the main upstairs bathroom came flying down into the living room under its own power.  It somehow managed to miss the more than fifteen (15) individuals present in the room at the time.

• Several sharp and loud explosive sounds came from the hallway.  Investigation could not determine their source.

• When the Bishop attempted to bless the house using his Holy Water scepter, the top explosively blew off its base and flew around the room.

• Coasters from the dining room table took off and flew into the living room.

• Several keys came flying down the stairway although no one was upstairs.

• Several chairs in the dining room changed locations.

• A thick chain and padlock suddenly appeared around the front door and gate, essentially locking everyone in the house.

• A fire broke out upstairs in one of the wastepaper baskets in the bathroom.

• A telephone, several large jars, and a large book were observed to fly across various rooms.

• Electrical power in the house was turned on and off repeatedly during our visit that evening.  Checking out the fuse box provided no clue, as it had not been tampered with.  Whatever force was accomplishing this feat could selectively negate the power along specific circuits whenever the TV news crew attempted to use the AC lines in the house. The power to those lines was cut off while other lines were left unaffected.

• Even the battery-powered equipment refused to function while in the house. Also affected was the street lamp directly in front of the house that began blinking erratically.  However, the rest of the block’s street lamps were not affected.

So ended our first full night of investigating the house. All that remained was for us to return and continue our work on another day.

Due to very fortunate circumstances, we actually were able to temporarily live in this house—-a parapsychologist’s dream. What made this case even more interesting was that both my colleague and I lived less than ten minutes away, almost in our backyard.

We formally took up residence on August 2, 1976. What follows is a chronology of events that transpired over the next nine days.

August 3 11:58 P.M. Stove turned itself off and pulled away  from the wall. Library door unlocked itself.  Master bedroom door locked and unlocked itself.  After putting down a glass of iced tea on the kitchen counter, I went to the refrigerator in search of more lemon.  Returning to the counter, the glass of tea was gone and was later found in the library three rooms away behind a door that I had locked the evening before.

August 4 12:20 A.M. Library door unlocked itself again.

August 5 10:40 P.M. Bar door on dining room side locked itself from the inside by throwing dead bolt.

11:57 P.M. Something approached the master bedroom door, grabbed and jiggled the knob, then turned it to the right.  Opening door revealed nothing.  Large chair was moved 5 feet and turned around while I was out of the bedroom for not more than 3 minutes.

August 6 2:40 A.M. I was awakened in the downstairs bedroom by sounds of someone walking around the kitchen and lower portion of house.  Investigation revealed nothing.

9:45 A.M. While sitting on couch in living room, I heard the sounds and sensation of someone walking down the stairway and up behind me accompanied by a strong, sweet perfumed smell.  No one was there.

4:45 P.M. While talking on a newly installed telephone, the jack pulled itself out of the wall and threw itself over a chair, pulling the 25 foot cord along with it.

August 7 2:30 P.M. While attempting to make repairs to the upstairs bathroom shower, a large tool box that I had just brought upstairs was apported from the floor next to me back downstairs kitchen drawer where it was originally located.  My attention was taken off the tools box for not more than 15 seconds while removing old shower handles.  Upon turning around, the toolbox was gone.

The sound of someone walking around the house was heard throughout the entire day.

9:45 P.M. While talking to a friend on the kitchen telephone, I observed a dark humanoid form cross my visual path in the dining room area.  No salient features or characteristics were distinguishable, nor could gender be determined.  The dark form was observed through the open pantry storage area separating the dining room and kitchen.  Friends sitting in the living room at the time thought they heard the sounds of someone walking in the dining room but assumed it was me.

August 10 4:30 P.M. Rear French doors opened by themselves.

Thinking that the case was now in a waning mode, we were really shocked when approximately two months later, the neighbor to the immediate east, Dexter Grey, who was renovating that house for his sister, made an interesting discovery associated with the Jolly home.

He accidentally discovered that one of the built-in bookshelves pushed inward revealing a secret passageway leading beneath the basement of the house.  Apparently, several of the homes on that particular hill were connected by a subterranean passageway dating back to the prohibition era.  In all likelihood, liquor was run through it.

While Grey was exploring this tunnel with his girlfriend and a neighbor, they found the remains of an old, makeshift grave with an engraved headstone that read Regina. The inscribed date of death was 1922.  However, to the best of our knowledge, the Coroner’s Office was never contacted, nor were the remains, if any, exhumed. Interestingly, the Jolly house was built in 1924!  Perhaps someone was using that plot of land as a cemetery plot?

The last occurrence in this case was one of high strangeness indeed. Just before we abandoned the house prior to the new tenants moving in, we left a note on NPI/UCLA stationary informing the new residents that their house was haunted and if they wanted us to continue our investigation (free of charge, of course), to contact us directly by telephone.

Several weeks later, I received a peculiar phone call from a young lady who lived several miles east of the Hollymont house.  She asked if I was the author of a note she found stuck to the inside door of her bedroom closet at home.  Somehow, the note I had left on the inside of the kitchen cupboard ended up in someone else’s closet many miles away who had absolutely no relationship to the old or new owners of the house.  I’ve heard of apports, but this was ridiculous.

On several occasions throughout the 1980’s I was able to re-visit the Hollymont house, once in October of 1986 for the syndicated TV show Two On the Town.  At that time three gay men were sharing the house. Their experiences were consistent with those of Don Jolly, others and myself.  However, there was one particular aspect regarding their encounters that was unique. Apparently, the ghost in the Hollymont house may have been homophobic.  Phenomena only occurred when straight men or heterosexual couples were over, never when the three men were there which each other or their significant others.

Since 1986, after one of the men died of AIDS and the others moved, there have been many different occupants residing in the Hollymont house. Various rooms are frequently rented out to different people.  From time to time we have had sporadic contact with individuals living within the house and learned that phenomena still occurs. Unfortunately, the new tenants would not give us permission to continue our investigation.  Until now, that is.

I have had occasional contact with Dexter Grey in the last fifteen years and, if he is to be believed, his house is almost as haunted as Jolly’s, although we never experienced any phenomena there.  According to Grey, he has had numerous guests over the years that were so terrified by strange sounds and apparitions that they fled in the middle of the night.

However, I personally question Grey’s credibility and memory because of his apparent obsession of promoting and publicizing his haunted house is a little too important to him. He’ll apparently talk to anyone within earshot about events transpiring in his house and provides copies of “ancient” tabloid stories regarding paranormal events within his house to literal strangers walking in front of his home.  Think about the fallout such random disclosure could have on your life.  Would you want to tell the whole world about such occurrences in your home?

In the late summer of 2008 we (Jack Rourke and this author) trekked up to Hollymont to show the location to a producer friend, Mark Downie, visiting from New York.  While we were all speaking in front of the property, Jack (a gifted Los Angeles psychic who had been working with us for several years) turned to this author and asked if there was a river running under the property.  My reply was that I knew nothing of the subterranean features of this area.

Shortly thereafter, we were fortunate to meet one of the 6221 house’s new tenants, who invited us in.  While walking up the steeply inclined stairway, Jack started feeling dizzy and nauseous, unaware that this author was having the exact same reaction at precisely the same moment, walking just several steps ahead of him.

The house looked pretty much the same as it did in 1976, although now badly in need of restoration.  There had been substantial remodeling of the kitchen though, which now extends into the area that was once the pantry, where pennies once fell from nothingness decades earlier.

In October of 2008, we (Barry Conrad, Paul Clemens, Todd and Annie Fariss, Laurie Jacobson, Alex Mistretta, Jack Rourke and this author) returned to 6221 Hollymont on an investigation for the first time in more than twenty-five years.

A local businessman by the name of Abdi Manavi, now owns this fascinating house and was very gracious in allowing us access to his residence given that he didn’t know any of us.  Mr. Manavi is what I call true gentleman.

Abdi (knowing a great deal of what transpired on his property three decades earlier) casually spoke of recent paranormal events such as books flying off shelves, disembodied voices, chandeliers swinging from no apparent cause, items disappearing and reappearing [apports], numerous light bulbs being removed from their sockets and left in a neatly formed triangular pile on the ground floor, and the very rare apparition of a young woman, whom Abdi believes to be Regina, whose body, allegedly, still remains buried beneath the house.

Perhaps the most intriguing information Abdi spoke of was his belief that the ghost or presence, seemed to be very reactive to skeptics, in that the more skeptical guests were regarding such phenomena, the more responsive the phenomenon was.

Abdi’s belief is very interesting, in that it might help explain why this particular house was so very volatile during this author’s initial investigation during the mid-seventies, as the Los Angeles Times’ reporter and the KTTV news camera crew with their reporter, (Connie Fox) were extremely skeptical, as was their nature.

The underground tunnel, within which Regina’s remains allegedly still resides, has long since collapsed due to the frequent earthquake activity in Southern California area since 1976.  The tunnel would have to be excavated and shored up before anyone could safely enter it again.

One major difference in this current investigational visit was that we brought our suite of instruments to measure the environment.  Back in 1976, portable, handheld instrumentation to measure the Earth’s geomagnetic field, electromagnetic (EM) fields, ion concentration and density, ULF/ELF EM spectrum analyzer, temperature and humidity, were only science-fiction pipe dreams in the minds of parapsychologists.

[And by the way, if you want the best one-stop shopping experience for purchasing your high-end, engineering-based instruments as referenced above, there is only one place to go:  The Less EMF Safety Superstore (lessemf@lessemf.com or www.lessemf.com).  However, please do your research well before ordering your instrumentation, as not all sensors are applicable.  The man in the know to speak with at Less EMF is Emil De Toffol.  One last bit of advice here, the correct instrumentation for use in paranormal field investigations does not come cheap from any source, so be prepared to spend some real hard-earned money.]

In spite of our strong expectations given the 1976 investigation, we were not prepared for what we were about to learn. By checking on the US Geological Survey (USGS) website, we discovered that several earthquake faults intersect almost directly under Abdi’s home.

Adding even more fuel to our anticipation was additional USGS data indicating that a shallow river runs beneath the homes on this side of this particular hill, precisely as Jack Rourke had sensed. What a coincidence!  I knew there was a reason I wanted to work with Jack, and I guess I was right.

Jack Rourke is the only psychic I’ve ever worked with due to his emotional grounding, intellect, healthy ego and comprehensive knowledge of clinical psychology, and the paranormal, coupled with an intense desire to learn. This man knows more about clinical psychology than this author forgot over the decades.  This psychically gifted young man is a steadfast seeker of truth and knowledge in his insatiable quest to understand and improve the quality of life.

Most, if not all, of the psychics I’ve met prior to Jack, and there has been thousands, had one disturbing trait in common (besides emotionally unstable with borderline personalities and frequently dissociative) which was very unnerving and a little frightening to this author.

That most disturbing characteristic was that everything they did (psychically, that is) was about them. Their continual reference to “I” was indicative of pretentious egomania, almost never about improving the human condition through acquired knowledge.  About the only improving these “gifted” individuals were after, was that of their wallet or purse size as it swelled with cash as obtained from ignorant, gullible and naïve individuals.

What made and makes such a person intolerable to this author is their overt sense self-righteousness combined with incredible ignorance and arrogance. A dysfunctional combination of qualities, to be sure.  Jack Rourke possesses not even a trace of these less than desirable behavioral qualities.

In true science, there is no such thing as “I”, as it is not about the people; it is about the advancement of the human race through what we learn and how we apply it.

Decades earlier, this author briefly worked with another psychic.  However, there is one caveat here, she was my girlfriend at the time although truly gifted, that is, before her emotional meltdown due to an intense trauma she suffered, possibly related to our being together as a couple. You can read about her, in detail, in Chapter 10 (Abduction Central?).

Back in Hollywood Hills, perhaps it was the aforementioned geophysical forces underlying the Hollymont property that made Jack and this author mildly disoriented while ascending the stairway on our prior visit?  Well, at least we now know where the energy comes that possibly feeds and sustains the paranormal activity in Abdi’s house over the years, don’t we?

But why did we not again feel ill during this most recent visit?  Probably because these geophysical forces are in a constant state of flux and therefore will not always exert the same physical effects every time one is present.

Given this, it was certainly unfortunate, that even in the face of such extraordinary accumulated evidence as cited above, every one of our instruments read the environment as “normal”, as there did not appear to be anything unusual or anomalous about this location at that particular moment in time.  However, we do know that such geophysical forces wax and wane over time due to numerous factors, none of which are predictable or controllable.

Laurie Jacobson, author of Hollywood Haunted, showed up about two hours after the rest of us.  Only then, did anything seemingly paranormal begin to occur.  Maybe it was the sheer presence of a particularly unique lady?  Or, maybe it was the fact of Laurie’s being a well-respected Hollywood historian who’s been very interested in this particular case for decades.  In point of fact, Laurie dedicated an entire chapter of her aforementioned book to this specific house and case.  In the end, who knows?

When we ventured upstairs with Laurie, it felt as if we were in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, where the atmospheric pressure would well above normal, that of 14.7 pounds per-square-inch.

It was actually quite painful to this author as well as to several others. This sense of overpressure is commonly associated with certain “haunted” environments and is frequently felt as pressure around the head, ears, mastoid region and neck.  It felt like being at the bottom of a very deep swimming pool or scuba diving a little too deep for comfort.

Suddenly, the chandelier in the small, front, southern bedroom began to swing on its own. While Paul Clemens was videotaping that action he captured a large luminous anomaly that was not visible to the naked eye.

There was no wind, and the anomaly looked very different from what people some commonly refer to as “orbs”, which for the most part as explainable as tiny particulates or what’s more commonly referred to as dust (which is everywhere) being illuminated by bright light sources at specific angles.  This anomaly was definitely not dust.

While Barry Conrad was shooting with one of his cameras into Abdi’s bedroom, a large, bright, red luminous anomaly was recorded that, once again was not visible to any of us.  And still, the sense of overpressure lingered.  Then, as suddenly as it began, the events ceased. Once again, things unfortunately returned to normal.

The hour was late and we decided to call it an evening, but not before thanking Abdi for his hospitality and asking him to keep a journal or log of events as best he could in the hope of discerning a pattern to the phenomena transpiring in his home.

As I was packing up our Pelican instrument case, I noticed what appeared to be an unusual marking on the bottom of it.  Upon examination, it looked as if someone, or some thing, had carved a bizarre shape into the case.

Closer scrutiny of the carving depicted a large, backwards “R” (a lazy “R”?), as in Regina!  What?  There definitely was not any such physical damage of the case when we arrived at Abdi’s, but there was when we were about to depart.  Hmm.

If the carving didn’t appear as a backwards “R”, that in itself would still be very interesting, especially as these Pelican cases are very strong and durable, not prone to being easily damaged.

The only other time this case was damaged was in 2005 when something very sharp tore into the middle and backward underside of the case while on another investigation.  Those marks were very distinctive and looked as if a wild animal had torn into the case’s belly, which was all the while resting upon a soft sofa top where that type of damage could not have occurred.

Maybe what the Hollymont location requires to bring it back up to the frequency and magnitude of phenomena it displayed in 1976, is a collection of much younger people (with their concomitant high-energy nervous systems, glandular systems and emotions) attending such an investigation.

When the 6221 Hollymont house was under investigation in 1976, other than Don Jolly, the property’s owner, who was thirty-three (33) at the time, I was perhaps the oldest person present, all of twenty-seven.  This time around, this author was only …well let’s just say a lot older.  You do the math this time, for when I think about the passage of years, it’s somewhat depressing.  I guess time really does fly when having fun?

The real question now is, did Regina’s spirit cause the damage to our instrument which just happens to be in the shape of a backwards “R”?  Many questions, but as yet, no real answers.  Hopefully, we will return again to this fascinating Hollymont home when feasible.

The sad news is that this house is once again up for sale as it’s condition has so deteriorated so severely over the decades from water damage, earthquakes, a sinking foundation, mysterious fires, etc., that it might not be worth restoring at any price.

This brings up the thought that if said property is demolished, will the vacant lot or any new house experience the same types of paranormal events as the current one?

Only time and patience will tell.

ADDENDUM:

The following is a letter emailed to me as I was actually writing this article (but before publishing it) by Kenneth D. Fulwiler concerning this most incredible house.  Talk about synchronicities?

A couple of weeks ago I decided to do a web search for the Hollymont House where I had spent a couple of evenings in the summer after I graduated from High School. My search revealed that the house was up for sale and I happened to notice your comments regarding the house. An involvement with the Hollymont House caused me to attend some of the evening UCLA’s Parapsychology Extension classes in Moore Hall (circa. 1974-1977), which I see you were involved with as well.

My involvement with the Hollymont House started by way of the drummer in our garage band from High School. He had a brother that worked for Don Jolly at the Home Savings in North Hollywood. One day back in the summer of 1974, our drummer mentioned to us that his brother worked for a guy who owned a ‘real’ haunted house in Hollywood. My ears immediately perked up, as I had always been interested in Parapsychology ever since I was very young.

A couple of days later, my friend said we were invited to go out to the house at 6221 Hollymont Drive. I recall it being a Thursday night that my friend, his brother and I were invited to the Hollymont Drive house.

Don Jolly greeted us in the foyer just as the hanging lamp began to swing back and forth. Don said: ‘Oh, that’s the ghost welcoming new-comers’. He told us about the evening he was having a party in which the refrigerator door flew open, a head of cabbage flew out as a chef’s knife came off the wall and came together in front of his house-boy in the kitchen.  Needless to say, he said, the houseboy quit on the spot.  Don showed us the stairway down to the basement and said that all the problems seemed to emanate from ‘down there’. None of us were willing to go down there.

Don Jolly was a very gracious host and invited us to dinner at the Japanese restaurant Yamashiro in the Hollywood hills.  After the wonderful dinner we sat together in the living room and Don told stories of his experiences living in the house.

My friend’s brother recalled that one night he had stayed over in the bedroom upstairs in the west end of the house and as he looked up into the enjoining bathroom and saw a disembodied face staring at him horizontally from around the corner in the bathroom.

I recall while we were sitting around talking we could hear noises of someone moving around elsewhere in the house. Lights would turn on and off on their own. The doorbell would ring with no one there. Telephone would ring with no one was on the line.

At one point we heard noises at the front door, at which time Don opened the front door to find that all the outdoor furniture from the back patio had been piled up at the front door, the wrought-iron gate had been closed and tied shut with a length of rope.

Sometime during that Thursday evening, I believe I stated that my then girl friend would have been interested in what was going on.  Don Jolly then invited us, including my girl friend, back again on that Saturday night.  Upon our arrival that Saturday night, the hanging lamp in the entry again began to move back and forth across the foyer, this time moving back and forth with such force as to almost touch the walls on either side of the foyer. Saturday evening progressed much as it did on that Thursday night. I believe we went to Yamashiro again for dinner.

When we returned from dinner, we could tell that atmosphere in the house was in a highly agitated state. There was much more activity in the second night than in the first.

At one point Don became so concerned with the activity that he went down to his study and called his Bishop for advice, who even come out and blessed the house with Holy Water.

When he was on the phone in his office with the Bishop, I was standing at the end of the hall close to the dining room looking down the hallway that separated the kitchen from the foyer looking down to the opposite end where Don’s study was.

Don was sitting at his desk just to the right of the doorway in his study, talking to the Bishop, when the built-in bookshelf to the left of the doorway launched all its contents of books across the doorway at Don.

A few minutes later after we recovered from that episode,  I was following my girlfriend from the dining room, through the pantry toward the kitchen when suddenly it sounded and felt like all hell broke loose in the house. There was no one upstairs but the stereo at the top of stairs came on full blast and a box of poker chips was thrown from a cupboard upstairs on to the tile floor of the foyer with a horrendous crash. It sounded and felt like the house was coming down around us.

I bent over my girl friend in the pantry to try and protect her from whatever was happening as I could feel this pressure coming down on top of us. It must have lasted for ten seconds or so.  Don was getting so nervous at that point that he suggested we all leave the house and let it settle down.  I did not disagree with that thought, as I was happy to leave the Hollymont house at that moment.

My girlfriend has stated that she felt her presence was the cause of the agitation that night, because she was a Catholic that had studied witchcraft at one time.  I never felt like I was a target or had anything directed toward me. I cannot say I  really felt frightened at any point, but I do remember the uneasy feeling of not knowing which way to look; that feeling of not knowing what was going on behind you, even though you know no one is there.

I respect you for your bravery in the amount of time you have spent in the Holly Mont House.

I was contacted and interviewed in the late 70’s by National Enquirer, but they did not use any of my commentary in their resulting article. Around that time period I heard that Don Jolly was selling the house, a female real estate agent who was down in the basement was leaning against a wall, which caved in to reveal a tunnel leading to the opposing house to the east.  In the tunnel I heard that they found a tombstone. Do you know anything about that? Also, is Don Jolly still around? I remember him as being a very nice, generous, humorous and gregarious man.

Kenneth D. Fulwiler, August 27, 2013

Cielo Drive Convergence: The Ultimate Field Laboratory?

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By now, everyone’s probably heard of the alleged haunting on Cielo Drive at Benedict Canyon within Beverly Hills.  This case was inspired by, and may be the natural fallout from, the heinous Sharon Tate murders back in August of 1969.  There are real scientific reasons that this location is plagued by such recurring paranormal events, and it’s far more complicated than Charles Manson’s cult slaughtering five people at this location on a hot August night night more than four decades ago.  These recurring events are the result of a confluence of several key factors and variables acting in concert to generate such extraordinary and durable paranormal activity.

If you watched the awful Haunted History season opener (from the hacks at Pilgrim Studios, who produce the fraudulent paranormal reality series Ghost Hunters)  on July 12, 2013,  you saw little more than redundant, ghoulish, bloodbath reenactments of the 1969 slayings, while the real substance of this incredible case was diminished by totally unqualified people talking about worthless K2 meters, which are about as relevant to scientific paranormal research as your running shoes, key chain or watch are.

After more than 4,500 investigations over the course of more than four decades, few cases require the numerous visits that this one did.

There are times in all of our lives when everything appears to come together in just the right place, at just the right time, for just the right reason(s).  One might refer to such a situation as a synchronicity or a convergence, where everything directly leads one down a certain path for an, as yet, undetermined purpose.

Such extraordinary experiences often involve love, work, or an incredible happenstance of good and unfortunately, occasionally bad fortune. In most situations, it is difficult, if not impossible, to unravel the true nature behind the various elements coalescing in just the right way to produce the extraordinary outcome.

In scientific parapsychological research, such events are so incredibly rare that there isn’t even nomenclature to describe such an occurrence, possibly because such an event has never, to the best of anyone’s knowledge, occurred, or at least been published.  Until now, that is.

In July of 2005, I believe that just such a convergence took place in my very own backyard, so to speak.  It appeared that fate had brought me into an investigation that ranks as the benchmark or high water mark of my four-decade career. dwarfing The Entity, Holly Mont and even San Pedro cases.  Seemingly, everything is present in the same place, minutes from where I live, at the same time.  However, I was about to discover that not all things that come in a beribboned box are as benign as they first appear.

This particular investigation is the reason why some of us have chosen to dedicate their entire adult lives to studying various aspects of the paranormal, hoping that just the right collection of variables come together when one is present and able to document them.

And of course, the end result is hopefully a major step forward in knowledge, perhaps even a breakthrough, that provides answers to some very old questions plaguing the human condition like, where do we come from and what happens to us after we die?

However, this story really begins when I received a call from an old friend named Steve Rubin, a producer and publicist I met during the production of The Entity (Fox, 1983) motion picture in 1981.

As it turns out, Steve and I casually met when we were kids during Saturday matinees at a local theater (The Stadium, at Pico and Livonia) where we regularly saw two sci-fi and/or horror movies for twenty-five cents and where a big bag of popcorn and a coke were just a dime each.  I know, depressing isn’t it?

Over the ensuing decades, Steve and I kept bumping into each other at screenings, parties and through other projects and acquaintances within the entertainment industry.

The second-to-last time I saw Steve was at a screening of Roswell at the DGA (Director’s Guild of America) theater in 1994, and again, when a friend, Laurie Jacobson, writer of the now classic book Hollywood Haunted, married a relative of Steve’s, Jon Provost, the child star (Timmy) of the 1950’s Lassie TV series.

The reason Steve called me in the early summer of 2005 was to solicit my interest and involvement to investigate the real story behind the ultra- low budget feature film he had just been hired to promote

House At The End Of The Drive was a supernatural thriller that was wrapping production. It was inspired by the alleged, ongoing paranormal experiences of producer and co-creator David Oman (pronounced omen, no pun intended), who recently moved into a new home his father, a real estate developer and builder, constructed.

The recently built house just happens to be a stone’s throw from the site of the infamous Sharon Tate murders of August 1969.  David moved into the house in August of 2002.

According to Steve, encounters at the allegedly haunted hillside residence ranged from hearing disembodied voices and footsteps, observing large orbs of colored lights, to witnessing the apparitions of several of the August 1969 murder victims.

After having read the script for House At The End of The Drive to insure myself that the movie was not simply another slasher film, I agreed to visit

House At The End Of The Drive lobby card
House At The End Of The Drive lobby card

Oman’s home on Cielo Drive in Benedict Canyon, which is in the northern edge of Beverly Hills.

On my way up to the house on July 19th to meet my colleague Barry Conrad, memories of August 1969 flooded my mind, remembering the fear and panic that gripped Los Angeles following those heinous killings on that steamy summer night.

After the world was stunned by the incredible savagery, brutality and ritualistic nature of the Tate murders, I often wondered as to whether or not the subsequent tenants of the original house on Cielo Drive (which was torn down in 1994), had experienced any type of paranormal fallout resulting from the vicious slaughter of five innocent souls.  There had been rumors and scuttlebutt over the years, but nothing amounting to anything more than idle chatter, probably the result of too much drugs and alcohol.

As I wound my way up through Benedict Canyon from Sunset Blvd., in the back of my mind I recalled reading years earlier that this particular canyon was plagued by an an acute abundance of alleged hauntings.

In fact, in one particular book, a map of this canyon depicts clusters of hauntings throughout the canyon’s entire length as well as on many of its side streets winding further up into its brush-laden hills.

It was in this region where TV’s first Superman, George Reeves, died from a gunshot wound to his head on June 16th 1959, and whose ghost, occasionally appearing in full Superman costume, may continue to walk the floors of his old Benedict Canyon residence.

Interestingly, Reeves death was never really solved from a forensic standpoint.

The police, medical examiner’s office and media initially labeled it a suicide, but virtually all of the subsequent investigation by my long-time friend Jan Alan Henderson into Reeves’ untimely death, suggests something far more sinister occurred and was thoroughly covered up by the authorities (Speeding Bullet: The Life and Bizarre Death of George Reeves, 2007).

Strangely, Reeve’s fingerprints were not even found on the gun. Nor was there any gunshot residue or powder burns discovered on his body because it was sent directly to the funeral home rather than the coroner’s office, which, even in those days, was against policy on suicides.

Even more intriguing, is the fact that several fresh bullet holes were found in the bedroom floor next to Reeves’ lifeless body on the bed.  I guess he missed his head with the first several rounds!  Yeah, right?

Before turning west, up on to Cielo Drive, I also remembered that there’s an earthquake fault running directly beneath Benedict Canyon, one which has not moved in the recent geologic past.  All of this seemingly irrelevant and abstract information would become very meaningful as the case evolved.

As I approached David’s house, I half expected to meet a 42 year-old man way over the edge of reason and sanity that was simply looking for a tawdry, although effective, way to promote his horror movie.  If that were the case, my presence at this location would have been very short-lived.

Living on the extreme southern edge of Beverly Hills myself, I arrived at the Oman house well before my colleague, Barry Conrad, who lived in Glendale. The upper portion of Cielo Drive where Oman lives is a private street that is severely eroded with numerous potholes, which my sports car’s stiff suspension did not appreciate.

As there is no real parking to speak of on this narrow road, one must pull up tight against the opposing hillside well into the dirt and paint-scratching brush to avoid blocking what limited passing space exists.  To say I was paranoid about leaving my car there was an understatement.

Before exiting the car, my thoughts went in their usual direction before entering a potentially new haunting case at this stage of my career: “Thirty-seven years, four thousand plus cases and far too many sleepless nights to remember.  I really believed that I’d seen, heard and felt it all.  Jaded into complacency, I was sure that nothing could ever impress or astonish me again”.  To put it simply, I was about to be proved wrong, dead wrong.

I had no way of knowing just how utterly unique this Beverly Hills location was and that I was about to embark upon the strangest and most bizarre case of my multi-decade career, a case that might lend much needed definition and clarity to this particular area of parapsychological research.

I pulled my instrument case from the car’s trunk and rang David’s doorbell.  David, very much resembled a combination of a young, thin version of David Nelson (Ricky Nelson’s older brother) and one of the Beach Boys from the mid ‘60’s.

It was July 19th of 2005 Barry and Lisa McIntosh (Conrad’s girlfriend at the time), who was in remission from Multiple Myeloma, a deadly form of bone cancer, accompanied me to this fascinating location, in the hope of experiencing, documenting and collecting some hard, objective data.

The late Sharon Tate
The late Sharon Tate

A stone’s throw away from the infamous house where the Sharon Tate murders occurred, maybe slightly more that one hundred feet north, a new house was built in 2002 and was occupied by the son of the builder, David Oman.  Not surprisingly, the construction crew, David and several of his friends, had experienced a wide range of paranormal phenomena including apparitions, psychokinetic displays as well as disembodied voices in this awesome building up against the hillside.

However, we had absolutely no way of knowing upon our arrival just how utterly unique this specific property would turn out to be in the most unexpected ways.

My instruments (Geomagnetometer, Natural Tri-Field Meter, Air Ion Counter, etc.) indicated bizarre and totally unprecedented magnetic field amplitudes and polarities throughout the entire house combined with an ambient electromagnetic background anywhere from 20-100 times normal.  This house was a compass needle’s worst nightmare.

In fact, there were several locations in David’s home where compass needles would spin wildly as if near a quadrapole, which does not occur in nature.  And on other occasions almost everything in the house seemed to be emitting a very strong magnetic field, including glass, wood, plastic and leather.  None of which are ferromagnetic or paramagnetic.

After this first visit, Barry, Lisa and I came away from this house feeling physically ill.  In fact, while in the Oman house at the bottom of the stairwell, I turned beet red and passed out exactly where the localized geomagnetic field (GMF) measured out at 1,700 milligauss [mG], when 300-500 mG is normal.  Fortunately, Steve Rubin saw what was happening and caught me before I hit the floor.  Fortunately, Steve’s much bigger than I, so there wasn’t a problem.  All I remember from the incident was feeling very warm. nauseous and dizzy like I had a fever with the flu, and then nothing other than waking up on the floor surrounded by various people.

At one point when Lisa came came upstairs to get more batteries, she observed that the top flap of the large ballistic nylon bag for Conrad’s video camera was literally flapping in the air as if being propelled by a strong wind, of which there was none.  She let out a moderate yell and we all came running upstairs.  But by the time we arrived, the case’s top flap has ceased its movement.

Later that evening, I came up to get a fresh 9-volt battery as one of my instruments required it.  When removing the spent battery I carved a large “X” into it to prevent it’s accidental use at another time and I immediately discarded the battery in a trash bin in front of the house.   When I later came back upstairs for another item and opened my locked Pelican case to discover the carved battery carefully balanced and rocking on one of the cases compartmental partition edges.  If no one actually pulled a joke on me here, this was an instance of  apport, which is not that common.  Now my interest was really peaked.

After spending a considerable time in this house, Conrad and Lisa’s response was quite severe.  In fact, there’s a distinct possibility that her spending some 6-8 hours in the Cielo house pushed her back into a series of intense relapses from which she never recovered.  In point of fact, Lisa passed away in July of 2006 from her cancer. 

As both Barry and I had relatively strong adverse reactions to the very high amplitude geomagnetic fields at this location, as did about 68.9% of those visiting. such might have been the influence that dealt a lethal blow to Lisa.  In fact, over the course of  2005-2006, I investigated this site twenty-one times, where I interviewed sixty-one (61) individuals who had entered the house, and kept a detailed logs of their psychophysiological reactions in this most extraordinary magnetic environment.  Amazingly, this medical log clearly indicated that slightly less than 70% of the people visiting this location became very ill after spending several hours there, while not one of them suffered from any preexisting conditions that might have caused such reactions.

One of David’s friends has recently posted some rather troubling comments regarding how many times I was actually at the house and how many people I actually interviewed, suggesting that I’ve basically lied about this.   In the person’s effort to discredit my research at this house, he even claimed that I was possibly stalking of David, and never really visited the home only once or twice.  It might be good for this clown to check what David himself has said and written about before he makes a further fool of himself, as Oman even contradicts what is said here.  He also wondered why I bothered to collect any medical data while at the house.

Hello?  That’s part of the reason I was at this house to begin with, it’s called a thorough investigation that is not bound by apriori assumptions and beliefs.  This person also claimed that I said that what people were experiencing at this house was hallucinatory, and how could hallucinations affect cameras and microphones.  If this uneducated individual understood what I’ve written here and spoke of on Zak Bagan’s Ghost Adventures Aftershocks show, he’d have grasped the fact that I never even suggested such was the case.

What I said on that show and what I’m writing about here makes it perfectly clear that the events at David’s house are definitely paranormal in nature, but that disembodied consciousness is not the cause of such, while RSPK of living people is.  And last but not least, this man who was attempting to discredit me on this matter in order to keep David’s tourist derived income flowing, asked me why I have not disclosed the names of all the individuals who I allegedly kept such medical logs on.   Once again, if this individual knew anything about how real science works, he’d understand that I’d have to obtain written releases from each and every person before disclosing such personal information.  However, I did provide the detailed medical log I kept on the case to Zak Bagans who certainly read it, and clearly understood the moral and ethical aspects regarding such disclosure.

Getting back to the deleterious effects of David’s house has on some people, Lisa’s response was far more volatile than almost anyone, in that she became physically and emotionally ill later that night and the next day, where she had the worst nightmares of her life, which I also experienced in my own home.  I almost never have nightmares.  In fact, I cannot even remember the last time I had one prior to or after this event.

Within a matter of days to weeks after leaving this house, Lisa’s Multiple Myeloma recurred with even greater ferocity, and within less than a year she passed away.  It should be stated that there is no cure known for Multiple Myeloma, once contracted, you’re guaranteed to die from it.  The only question is precisely when.

The late Lisa McIntosh and Barry Conrad
The late Lisa McIntosh and very much alive, Barry Conrad.

However, I am not saying, or even implying here. that the energy in this house was responsible for her untimely demise, but it possibly hastened its arrival.  It then was not surprising to later learn that the U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) lists this specific location as a geomagnetic anomaly site and that local ancient Native American tribes called it a sacred place, in that some of them sensed it’s very powerful magnetic fields.   Yet, science does not know why this area is so magnetic.

A fallen meteorite from millions of year ago?  Sitting on top of an ancient volcano?  Large deposits of magnetite or iron?  The USGS states the these hills are far too geologically young to have either large deposits of iron and magnetite.  The USGS doesn’t know anymore than we do.  When various companies were initially building various homes on this hill, including Davids, their instruments essentially rendered useless due to the strong magnetism.  The workers had to drill blind and discovered large, empty magma chambers beneath the hill, indicating the very long ago there might have been volcanic activity in the area.

Had we known that this property emitted such strong, positively polarized magnetic fields, we never would have allowed Lisa to even step foot on the property, let alone within it.  Over the course of almost four decades, nothing even close to these levels of energy has been experienced around here during the course of any investigation.

It’s very intriguing to know that there is substantial body of clinical evidence indicating that exposure to negatively polarized magnetic fields substantially inhibit the growth of many types of cancers, while positively polarized magnetic fields appear to rapidly accelerate their growth and proliferation.  Medical science does not know why this is, it just is.  However, as the FDA will not formally recognize or approve any curative mechanism that is not based on pharmaceuticals, making this discussion pretty much academic.

It goes without saying that neither Barry or Lisa ever returned to the Cielo Drive house. I, on the other hand visited this location more than twenty (20) times over the course of a year and have gotten sick on virtually every occasion. However, it should be made clear that I was suffering from IBS at the time, which was surely irritated by the high amplitude geomagnetic field at this location.

On subsequent investigational visits with other associates such as Jan Alan Henderson, Bob Bastanchury, Brent Wolfberg, Todd Farris, Paul Clemens and Jeff Mandel, some of us continued having intense interactions with this most interesting abode.

Bob witnessed a lamp in mid-flight when we all came up from the lower floors.  Jeff Mandel had an unnerving experience in the bathroom when some crumpled up paper flew out of the waste basket and hit him.   A local news crew from KCOP began feeling ill shortly after entering the house and their remote live-feed truck electronically crashed while in front of the Oman home.  The network sent a second remote truck out that stayed at the bottom of the hill and it avoided the problems the first one had encountered.

While standing in the entrance way with some media person one night, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed both the journalist and myself, which just happened to temporally correlate with the Natural Tri-Field Meter making a full scale magnetic deflection and then going back to normal.  We were both amazed. 

What made this particular event particularly interesting was that this reporter had just asked me if I ever felt sick while in this house.  Before I could even answer, the nausea and instrument reaction occurred.  I guess that event answered his question?  On another visit, I grabbed the iron railing at the rear stairwell of the house that was emitting 1.78 gauss, and my right hand began to tingle and went numb.  The numbing effect moved all the way up my arm into my shoulder, neck into the base of my skull, where the effect was so intense that I started feeling dizzy and light-headed.  I finally let go of the railing and the strange numbing effect eventually ceased. 

This was a very disturbing indicator, as such high intensity magnetic fields have the potential to make one very sick and permanently disable them, which I was about to learn the hard way over and over again.

My numerous visits to this house resulted in my going to Cedars Sinai Medical Center’s Emergency Room after almost every visit, as the effects grew more and more pronounced.  In fact, the ER nurses and physicians became very use to my appearance at their facility.  So much so, that they began saying “So you were at that crazy house again, huh?”  And they were right on every occasion.  Prior to visiting this incredibly bio-toxic location, I never saw the inside of any ER, except following the dislocation of my right elbow while on the rings during gymnastics training in high school.

And contrary to what the home’s owner is now saying, not one of the forty-two visitors who became very ill upon visiting this location, had any preexisting medical conditions that might explain such.  Rewriting history is a little more difficult than simply changing your words a decade after the events and hoping that no one remembers what really transpired.

Over the course of the one year I investigated this case, there were many very interesting individuals visiting David’s extraordinary home.  Some really normal, some so weird that they almost made me look normal.

One woman who claimed to be a medium (more like half-baked or rare to me) made a blatant declaration that the house was evil.  When I asked her why the house was evil, she replied that the numerous demonic entities present in the house were making her ill.   She was totally unaware of the extremely potent geomagnetic field at this location that makes some people feel really sick.  When I tried explaining this to her, she couldn’t or wouldn’t even try to understand what I was saying.  What I should have told her was that if the house had given her an orgasm instead of making her sick, she’d probably think it was healing her.  I wonder if she would have understood that?

On numerous occasions, photographs taken by different people at different times clearly showed luminous anomalies while none were visible to the naked eye.  In fact, on the first night we were there and walking up the private road toward where the original Tate house once stood I felt like someone’s hand was touching my left shoulder.  At the same moment, Brent had taken a photo of me as I walked in front of him.  The photo depicted several multi-colored balls of light around me right when I felt the disembodied hand on my shoulder.  What a coincidence.

On another occasion during the late fall of 2005, there was an approaching thunderstorm.  As the storm reached the hill and house, the electrical field in most of the house jumped to around two kilovolts (2,000) per meter, and my skin started feeling like it was burning.   I immediately packed my equipment and left the house.

One other evening, there were very strong Santa Ana winds blowing with their concomitant positive ions that can severely irritate some people’s bodies and moods.  While measuring these ionic winds at a very high level, something really astounding occurred.  The instant these positively charged winds entered David’s home, their polarity reversed to where they became negatively charged.  This strongly suggests that David’s house imparted a rather hefty electromagnetic charge to the incoming air.  The incoming air had electrons added to it, thereby becoming negatively charged while the outside air remained positively charged.  Absolutely amazing.  The source was the localized geophysical battery up upon the hill that David’s house sits.

On yet another visit, a plastic glass filled with water was thrown at me from the kitchen even though no one was even near that room other than myself.  On another occasion, we were on the third floor, the lowest one, and in the unfinished, dirt wall room.  Paul Clemens and I were taking measurements when something that clearly felt like a human hand, touched my left shoulder.  I immediately turned to my left expecting to see Paul there, only to discover that he was at the other end of the room, maybe ten feet away from me.  While all this was transpiring, I obtained readings of well over 1,000 milligauss in that most unusual room and constantly changing polarity and compass needles were spinning like a top.

While on the stairwell, disembodied voices could be heard, but not always recordable.  At times, it sounded like someone loudly snoring or with severe asthma.  At other times, it was like very muffled conversations were occurring.  If I stood on the stairway too long, I became dizzy and nauseous.

On June 10, 2006, my second to last visit to this incredible location, I apparently once again passed out while approaching the third-floor, earthen wall room.  Paul Clemens who was right behind me and watched as I started stumbling and then collapsed onto the wall before entering that odd room.  I suddenly awoke on the floor and had no idea as to what just happened to me.

When Laurie Jacobson first visited this home, she became briefly light-headed for a while, but it passed fairly soon.  When her husband Jon Provost came to visit, his reaction was quite severe, where he described the sensation like “being hit in the head and stomach with a baseball bat”.  He immediately left.  Several people with a production company had to suddenly leave the house when they started feeling ill.  Once outside, their discomfort subsided.

You may now be asking why would I continue to visit this location if every time I was there I became ill, right?  So before you assume that I am a masochist with a death wish, let me assure you that it is simply a matter of my intense scientific curiosity overwhelming my logic on occasion.  Hey it even happens to Mr. Spock in Star Trek.

In my professional scientific opinion, the Cielo Drive case offers more potentially rewarding information towards unraveling this aspect of the paranormal than any other location I’ve visited during the course of my career.  I may return to this location if I am paid to do so on a shoot or able to bring more sophisticated instrumentation into that environment to better study it.  However, the more I think about it, the more remote such another visit appears.

However, there is one specific requirement that must be met before I ever return to this location again.  It is that I fashion a head-to-foot suit out of Giron or Mu-metal to shield my body from the high intensity magnetic fields. I may look like a chunky alien, but at least I will no longer get physically ill from being in this house.

What I’m basically describing here is an astronauts outfit made out of a substance that would prevent the intense magnetic energy from affecting my body.  Such a suit would require its own air supply, ventilation and cooling, just as any astronaut normally has.  Creating such a suit would cost a small fortune, which I do not possess, so I guess that I will NOT be returning to this site any time soon.

What I’ve described here is but the most minute fraction of what’s been experienced by David Oman, guests, media and many other investigators over the years.

Is David Oman’s Cielo Drive house haunted, UNQUESTIONABLY, but not as one might expect, and only in the most generic sense of the term.

Does this prove that the ghosts of Sharon Tate, Jay Sebring and the others who died back in 1969 at the location are indeed haunting David’s house? ABSOLUTELY NOT.Does this even suggest that Sharon or the other victims from August 1969 are hanging around this location having literal conversations with anyone?  ABSOLUTELY NOT.  Nor can I say that such a discarnate presence is not there.  To sum my up my attitude it’s best to fall back onto a great line of dialog uttered by David Duchovny as Fox Mulder in one of the X-Files episodes: “You can talk to god all day and they call that prayer, but when god or the dead talk back, you’re schizophrenic”.  Enough said, I think I’ve made my point here.

What can be said without reservation at this time is that the very strong geomagnetic fields which are in constant flux at this location provides a conducive environment which enables such paranormal events to occur on a regular basis.  If there really are such things as ghosts, spirits, entities, etc., this might be the near perfect environment for such things to function in.   A place where the inductive coupling between living human beings and the localized environment helps reconstruct and animate the information stored there.  Sort of like the way the laser in your DVD or CD player allows you to see and hear the information stored in that medium.

However, as time has shown, some people’s bodies do not at all like these wild and crazy geomagnetic locations as such severely irritates them, both physically and mentally.

Unfortunately, I may be one of these individuals, but do not know why as I’ve never been diagnosed as seizure prone or epileptic.  However my brainwaves as measured by EEG centered around 10 Hz. and at times over 1,000 microvolts as measured back at UCLA in 1969, where way too high, and the researchers asked if I ever had any seizures, which I have not.

There appears to be several primary conditions that must be met before these types of events will occur.  One is the location.  That has been met here by the USGS geomagnetic anomaly site.  The second condition might be very specific individuals who are either seizure prone or suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy and have very poor coping mechanisms for dealing with stress.  There lots of people that qualify for this.  And last, but not least, there must be an inductive coupling established between the localized environment and those uniquely wired individuals.   Given this unique location, I’d say that such is very likely to occur given sufficient time and exposure.   Once these conditions are met, all bets are off in terms of what might occur, as much of this is still UNKNOWN.

The bottom line here is that this location appears to be the most haunted localized area I’ve ever investigated over the course of the last 44 years, and now we may finally understand why.

ADDENDUM I:

Original photo sent to me by Syd Schultz II
Original photo taken by Tara Viosca Mead of Scottie Megelin, was sent to me by Syd Schultz II

Attached here are four photos.  The first, at the left here, is the original photo taken by Tara Viosca Mead of Scottie Megelin in early August of 2014 at this house, and depicts some type of luminous anomaly that was not visible to the naked eye, but appeared in the photo.  Also notice on camera left, to the lady’s left and camera right, there’s a reflection of this anomaly in the glass covered on something hanging on the wall.

 

 

 

 

 

Enhanced via hyperspectral imaging
Enhanced via hyperspectral image enhancement

The second, third and fourth photos are ones that I subjected to hyperspectral image enhancement to get more detail out of them.  Please understand that the term hyperspectral has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the paranormal, it’s simply the nomenclature used to describe a specific type of image enhancement.

 

In the second photo you see here at the left was the first hyperspectral image enhancement pass to reduce background noise clutter and to brighten the anomaly over the woman’s face. Once again, please take note of the reflected image middle of camera left.

 

 

 

2014-08-09_13.48.34The next photo seen here at the left is another hyperspectral enhancement pass to further sharpen and clarify the anomaly.  There appears to be small degree of clarity in terms of the relative heat signature assigned to the pass, as the closer the anomaly was to the Scottie’s head, the hotter it appeared to be in the enhancement.  Please also note the extraordinary configuration at the extreme upper left of the anomaly, like an upside down goblet with a broken crooked stem. 

Even more startling are the seeming, quasi-horizontal bands of energy circling around this Scottie’s head.  These appear to depict a cyclonic rotation that’s possibly depicting the intense coupling between the localized, high amplitude geomagnetic field and this Scottie’s head.  What we might be seeing here is an optical analog of the interaction of the paramagnetic environment and the lady in the photo.  This photo might be one of the most relevant photos ever captured in this field.

Final hyperspectral enhancement of Syd Schultz II photo
Final hyperspectral enhancement of Tara Mead’s photo

The final photo is the most enhanced and displays what appears to be very distinctive boundaries associated with the relative heat index linked to the enhancement, when all the background clutter is removed.  If I had to make a guess as to what’s being depicted here, it’s that Scottie was experiencing some form of mild convulsion or very petite seizure due to her brain’s reaction to the high-amplitude geomagnetic field present in this most unusual house. 

Also, note the same, odd little “fixture” a the extreme upper left of the anomaly that looks like upside-down goblet attached to a crooked stem, which in reality doesn’t exist.  With each level of enhancement, the image becomes stranger and stranger. 

The real question here is, “Why wasn’t this luminous anomaly visible to the naked eye when it was reflecting off glass a few feet away?”  Perhaps because it occurred for such a short amount of time, say about 1,000th of-a-second.  Our eye and brain are not designed to detect such rapid bursts of energy, and Tara took her photo in that very split second when this incredible appeared. This photo could be one of the most significant pictures ever taken in the history of parapsychology.

ADDENDUM II:  PLEASE READ, URGENT.

Recently, there was a very disturbing production of misinformational hype related to this case that comes from that great bastion of lies, ignorance and stupidity;  Paranormal Witness on the Psi Lie Network, oh, excuse me, the SyFy Network.

When their episode on the Cielo Drive case aired this April, it was one of the greatest fabrications, misrepresentations, distortions and exaggerated concoction of lies I’ve ever seen. 

To start with, David Oman allegedly observed the apparition of whom he later believed to be that of Jay Sebring shortly after he moved into the Cielo Drive in August of 2002, not years later in 2005-6 as depicted in the show which is when I was investigating this case.

I was the one who brought my new friends Jeff and Kashmir to the house during the late summer of 2005, not at the start of the case in 2002, when I did not even know of its existence.  It appears that the producers of Paranormal Witness told everyone what to say and how to say it (that is, scripted), as much of their testimony does not ring true to what really transpired according to the detailed files on this case.  Most of the people who were being interviewed on this show were doing nothing more than reading their lines of dialog provided to them by the producers (in fact, several of them were, or are, actors in real life).  But given the fact that Paranormal Witness and the Psi Lie Network are totally incapable of telling the truth when it comes to the paranormal, what else is new, and why should we expect anything different from them at this point?