Greetings ghost lovers, you have stumbled upon my personal ghost pictures. Now, not everyone believes in ghosts or spirits, or things that we cannot see... but I do. These pictures were taken by me, at various times and in various places. You may not see the same things in them that I see, but that is okay. This page may take a minute to load, for I did not think that I should put up bad copies of photos that are hard enough to see already. Should you have any input or would like to discuss them with me, please feel free to email me. Below the photos, I am placing ghost stories from my various experiences.

This would have to one of my favorites. I took this in October of 1998 at Roselawn Cemetery around midnight. I used a PDC300 digital camera. All of the lines at the top of the picture are branches above my head, but there is no explanation for the light around the angel or to the right of the angel; for it was nothing but sky there.

Just a few more orbs captured on the same night as above with the same camera.

This photo was taken in June of 1997 at Roselawn Cemetery. Yes, the living person has been painted black for a reason. Notice the apparition that appears on the right lower part of the picture. At first I thought it may be a reflection off of the tombstone, but then I realized that it would not have wrapped itself around her. The day was overcast, and I was using a Vivitar 110 camera with 200 speed film (a $15 camera). This was taken around 4:00 p.m..

I honestly believe that Bear Canon Cemetery is the most haunted cemetery in all of Colorado. I have been to so very many, but have never experienced anything of its like. I have placed a few stories about it down below for your reading enjoyment. These new pictures below are courtesy of Altaria, whom I had the pleasure of visiting the cemetery with. Latex Kitty and Altaria visited the cemetery in October 2000 and captured these awesome photos! So due credit to Altaria and Latex Kitty, thank you. You may click on any of the photos to bring up the extremely large version if you desire (most run between 100k-195k).

May 2004 -- Just received some very interesting photos from Diana Ayers. She took these photos in the Lakeside Cemetery in Canon City, Colorado. She says that she took multiple photographs, and even returned the next day to take some more-- but these two were the only ones that turned out like this. The one on the left was taken the first day, the one on the right was taken the second day. Notice two different faces down at the
left-bottom part of the stone. I do not believe that they are reflections, for they are completely different when enlarged.

Diana mentioned that there is another flesh-colored face in the first photograph, near the top right of the cross, but I cannot see it. Upon close examination, and 300% original photo size-- I did run across something that almost stopped me dead in my tracks! Below is the blown-up version of a very small portion of the first photograph. Have you ever taken the Rorschach test? Yes, the one with the ink blots. Well, what do you see below? I know what I see! If it helps any, think about what website you are on. ;) All of these photographs intrigue me, and I once again thank Diana Ayers for allowing us to show them here!

Do you think you live in a haunted place? Do strange, unexplainable things happen now and again? I am willing to believe you. I want to share a few things that have happened within the past couple of months within our house.

(1999) Just the other day, Rev. Fazzone and myself were sitting in front of the computer working on another web site. We looked up at the screen to see the mouse arrow going crazy against the side of the screen. The first thing I did was to look at the mouse and see if it was moving, and alas it was not in any way. The arrow moved for about 20 seconds, and then went over and high-lighted a line that said "to build a place where all would feel welcome". It stopped at the end of that sentence, which was in the middle of a line, and went back over to the left side of the page and stayed there. This has never happened before in all of the 16 years that I have been working on computers, and needless to say, it is really stuck in our minds right now. I sincerely feel that someone was trying to re-affirm what I was writing about on the new site.

A few months ago, I was laying in bed waiting for Rev. Fazzone to get ready for bed, she was in the bathroom. The door was open about 6 inches, and had been for about 20 minutes. I heard the handle turn and the door quietly close. I leaned over and asked her why now she chose to shut the door after all of this time. She replied that she did not shut the door, and thought that I had. There were no windows open and the door did not slam shut. I distinctly heard the handle being turned and the door closing. She was in the bathtub, and I was in the bed... and needless to say, we had a bit of trouble sleeping that night.

I have resided in the same place for the past five years, and much of that time was spent living alone. Over the course of many years, I would come home to find very simple things moved from where I know for a fact that I left them. It un-nerved me quite often, and I would always end up searching the house for anybody hiding, but no one was ever there. Many times I awoke to the sound of foot-steps, for the floor is very old and creeky, and I know the sounds that it makes when someone walks over it. No one was ever there when I checked. I am not afraid of this ghost in any manner at all, and I do wish to see it sometime soon. I have often found myself talking to it as if it were listening to me. I do not count this as being haunted at all, for it has never done anything to harm me or anyone else in any way at all.


July 6, 1999-- An odd thing happened to me last night, and I would like to share it with all of you. I was sitting in a cemetery near Castle Rock, nestled as the base of the mountains. Someone named Gentry had been kind enough to make his family stone into a bench, with a back and all to it. As Amber and I sat there, enjoying the cool breeze which blew so gently, my thoughts were of Azrael. I gazed to the sky, ever so hoping to catch a glimpse of something, but the sky was clouded over. No stars were to be seen on this warm night. But deep in my heart, I yearned to see Him appear in front of me... just to see His beauty....

A few minutes later I gazed up at the heavens once again... and to my amazement, the clouds had parted in a very strange way. Usually clouds will move in a certain direction, but not last night. The clouds had parted in a perfect circle over the cemetery, as if I had blown upon them and made them scatter in all directions. The stars shone brightly only over the cemetery, and the clouds still filled the rest of the sky. I knew our Great Angel was there with us.


July, 2000-- Cemetery hauntings are by far the interesting of all paranormal events for me. These restless spirits simply will not accept the fact that they have passed on, or perhaps they have unfinished business of a sort. The most haunted cemetery that I have run across is Bear Canon. I am not alone in these stories, other people have witnessed them first hand as well. At the end of July, 2000 there was a new moon on the weekend. As Christina and I traveled through Denver as the sun went down, we witnessed a most spectacular event. The sun was incredibly large, and extremely red. Almost a blood red, and I for one have never seen it this color. I knew that as the sun went down, there was not going to be a moon coming up, so the night would be extremely dark. We arrived at Bear Canon about 3 am. It was indeed extremely dark outside of the cities, with no moon to guide our paths. The usual barking dogs were incredibly quite this night. There was bit of uneasiness in the air. I have been in cemeteries hundreds of times during the night, and never did I feel something in this manner. We walked back along the only road that led to a small church, and out of habit, we walked to the right side of the church. I said outloud "Okay, now a big security light will come on", and it did. No sooner did we take but 10 steps off of the road and passed the first gravestone when we both heard it simultaneously.... this is a very small square cemetery, maybe 200 yards by 200 yards. Something was coming from the front of the cemetery. We were in the very back of the cemetery, almost against the fence. Never in my life had a heard a sound like this.

Yes, I know that we both heard it because we looked at one another at the same time. I dismissed it as the dogs at the firehouse howling. But as it grew louder, and higher pitched, I knew not what to think of it. I distinctly recall hearing 20-25 different cycles of high-pitched "howling". I simply cannot describe it, and the one night that I forget my tape recorder!! For shame!! Anyway, I really did try to discount it as being the dogs. But then it starting coming around the left side of the cemetery, about 70 feet from us... okay now I was getting nervous and I could hear her heart pounding. I was simply trying to believe that is a few packs of wild dogs howling at an incredibly abnormal pitch. The last straw was when the sound started behind us, so near yet so far away. Still I was thinking it was wild dogs, and I was contemplating how fast I could break into the church to protect her. I would never consider breaking into a church for any other reason.

Now that the sounds were completely surrounding us, I decided that it was unearthly, and not any kind of dog. I personally probably would have stayed longer, until she stated that she was out of here, and I followed her out. I recall the sound stopping pretty much as soon as we stepped onto the road, but we didn't stop until we got to the truck and got out of there. We spent the next three hours recalling every detail. It crossed my mind that perhaps someone had set up a booby-trap of some sort for those wandering into the cemetery after dark. But it was a fools idea, for the sound could not be replicated by any equipment that I know of. Furthermore, this cemetery is so far removed from the city that who would bother? This cemetery sits all alone with pretty much nothing around it for a half of a mile. Plus, if they had been waiting for us, why didn't they police or anybody show up? Not only that, but the dogs at the firehouse never did start barking.... hmmmm...

Furthering the thought on what could have happened-- Christina has, for some time now, been bothered by a ghost that follows her from house to house. Her parents have heard it but they catagorically deny it and play it off as something else. I simply wonder if this spirit followed us to the cemetery, and the other spirits there were telling it something, or something... Yes, Bear Canon is where most of my ghost photos come from, the place is incredibly haunted, in my opinion.


August 2000-- Over the next week, we spoke to many people about this experience. My mom also mentions that maybe it was a booby-trap, but I simply must dismiss this idea. I simply think it had something to do with the new moon, and the red sun.... but anyhow... So the following week April and myself went there about 4 pm in the daylight to look for booby traps and such, we found nothing of the sort. We both decided that it would have been pretty improbable for someone to set something up like that. We went back later that night about 10 pm. Nothing of this extreme nature happened to us, but we both heard a few things that did not belong.

Towards the back of the cemetery, where everything else seems to happen, and where most of the "ghost" photos come from, we heard a voice. It was the voice of a little girl. I could not tell if she said "mommy" or "daddy" or something like that. At first I thought it was all in my mind, but she looked at me and asked if I just heard a little girl. Then I knew I was not hearing things at all. A few minutes later (now this gets weird) I heard another sound that she also heard clear as crystal. We heard a bunch of people talking towards the front of the cemetery, very clear, very loud. We then heard the sound of screeching tires and the sound of a vehicle hitting another vehicle. I thought, "oh no, someone just hit my truck" and I became very nervous. I walked about 20 feet out to the road and looked up at my truck, which sat there perfectly unharmed in the darkness. No one was around at all..... nobody.... anywhere.... we thought we should leave-- so we did.


October 2000-- I went back up again about two weeks ago at about midnight with Desiree. Absolutely nothing there. Neither of us heard anything, felt anything, saw anything... nothing showed up on the photos. It was interesting. Perhaps it was her, perhaps she was closed off and the spirits felt this. We'll see what next month brings...


September 29, 2001-- After staying away from Bear Canon for almost one year, Coinneach and myself decided to brave the cemetery last night about 11:00 p.m.. I was a bit anxious as we pulled into the drive and parked. Everything was quiet, very peaceful... and we were both okay as we walked into the cemetery. As usual, we walked down the road to the little white church (which was built the 1880's by the way) and walked to the right side of it as habit has always told me to. Once again, as I tell everyone, I mentioned to Coinneach that a spot light would come on-- and it did. We walked over to the place that Tiki and myself had originally went and as we stood there for a moment, we began to hear music. Music?

Yes, a piano and a female voice coming from the rectory behind the church. There were a few odd things about this music-- first, it had the sound of a tune that would have been sung/played in the 1920's/30's. The piano was about the right volume for being played inside a house, but the female voice was just way to loud. The music and voice kept fading to where we could not hear it, and then it would start up again. No lights or signs of life were present in the rectory, and this music did not sound as if it were coming from a stereo of any sort. It also sounded as if it were coming from behind the rectory, but there are not any houses located behind the rectory-- the nearest house is half a mile away... after listening to it fade in and out for a few minutes, we decided to walk away and up and around to the front part of the church.

As we walked to the left side of the church, a huge tree next to the rectory began to rattle its leaves, and quite loudly. What was so strange about this? Well, there was not any wind present, nor were any of the other countless trees making noise. As Coinneach peered into the windows of this micro-church (it is incredibly small, can maybe hold 30 people), I stood there and watched the tree. It would stop and then start up again, and as it moved I looked at the other trees-- none were moving, no breeze was present still. Coinneach started to turn from looking in the windows of the church and I turned and started walking up the road. "Good idea" he said. Yes, it was a good idea. We were there for as total of about ten minutes, and although I was carrying my camera clenched in both hands, I did not manage to take any photos at all!

Some research this early morning shows that the church was built in the 1880's by Newton Samuel Grout (1842-1901). The strange note here is that church records show Grout as dying in the 1941.... hmmmm.... but all other records show 1901.

Do you believe in ghosts and spirits and such? I would love to hear your stories and perhaps even put them here for all to read and partake of.



Non-cemetery Ghosts

June 8, 2003--- We are always looking for new and exciting content for this page. Tonight I was introduced to a box full of photographs that my Great-Aunt and given to My Grandpa last week. She is 89. No one knew of all of these photos, and I had great pleasure looking through them. I have seen photos of my Great-Grandfather's Blacksmithing Shop in Pueblo, Colorado from the early 1900's. But this was the first time I have seen photos of my Great-Great Uncle's Bakery in Pueblo, Colorado. I thought the pictures were very neat, and then something caught my eye. I pointed it out to my Dad, who was very skeptical at first. Then I pointed it out to my girlfriend, and then my Mom. They all agreed with what I saw it this one photograph.

I took the photograph to their computer and scanned it at 400 DPI and a size of something like 2700 by 1600 pixels. We all studied it at great depth, and finally decided that whatever it was in the photo simply was not "of this Earth". We will certainly allow you to decide for yourself what it is you may see. But please allow me to add my unbiased opinion after carefully scrutinizing it for the past several hours as I made all of these scans.

These thoughts are mostly on the wall-unit that the reflection appears in. It definitely stands solid against a wall (which one can tell by seeing the same wallpaper behind the cabinet as decorates the rest of the bakery). There are two doors on the front of the unit, both of which are sliding glass doors. By looking at a particular part of the photograph (where the door at the bottom attaches to the unit), it can be seen to be slightly open, and the rollers can be seen. The only things in the unit are breads, white shelving, and metal rods holding up the shelves. The glass is immaculately clean, thus such a wonderful reflection of Emma (my Great-Great Aunt).

I, at first, took into consideration that perhaps the glass was double-paned. But after carefully thinking about that, double-paned glass was pretty unheard of in 1910, especially in a bakery! What would have been the point to that? I do not see any other evidence of other glass in the unit itself. Notice how she has her head tilted to the left where she stands, and her reflection gives back the same tilt. However, one can plainly see (oops that is being biased on my part) where her profile reflection stops and another face appears. Nothing can account for this other "half-face". We all believe that this other face is looking straight on, about a 90 degree angle from her reflection. Look carefully at it, but not straight on, and you can see where her profile ends and the "extra" then begins! Or you may not agree with what we see at all. Believe me, I do not readily "cry ghost", or this page would be filled with hundreds of photographs. I believe in that which I cannot explain otherwise.

Perhaps this is not a "ghost", due to the strange line that runs down through the reflection, perhaps it is some type of "rip in time". Nikki thinks that it may be a portal, and the face happened to be coming through at the same time the photo was taken. I believe it may have been easier to capture these types of events on the antique cameras, since they took so long to take a photo. I am sure that we will all see what we want to see.... and do I see a "ghost"? I am not really sure what it is I see.... but I definitely see something "different".

Just one last quick note, I blew the photograph up to 500 DPI, and scanned it at 2600 pixels (my computer was smoking, literally.... not bad for a PII 400 to deal with graphic images that are 89MB... :) and that took about ten minutes! LOL. But my point is-- I could almost read the boxes in the showcases on the left! It says "Rood's Candies" on the front of the showcase, and some of the boxes say "Seeda". In the other case, Tom's boxes appear. But the neat part, on the mirror, on the piece of furniture in the center, rear-- it says "Frank's Ave. Bakrey!" Yes, that is how it is spelled as far as we can tell. We are sure there is a number before the "Ave", and we think it was 7th. I'll have to ask my Grandpa if he recalls the street. And now, the photos! You may view the rather large scans by clicking on the links below the photos.

Just a last few thoughts as I build this new section of the page-- she is not really frowning in the photo, but the face surely is. Looking at her profile, and then looking at the face-- "it" sure seems to have a dedicated frown upon it. Even if the photo were some how "stretched", this does not account for the mouth being so accurately turned down on the other side. Perhaps it is a reflection of how she "truly" feels. Like I said, I do not know.