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Ghosthunting Ohio (Haunted Heartland Series) Paperback – September 1, 2004
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Author John B. Kachuba bravely visits more than twenty-five haunted places in Ohio to give readers first-hand frights from the safety of their armchairs. For readers curious―and courageous―enough to "hunt" on their own, maps and travel information are provided to every haunted location.
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MAIN STREET CAFÉ
It began with hot water suddenly gushing from the faucets at night, unexplainable rushes of cold wind, and exploding light bulbs, but Psychic Sonya knew beyond any doubt that the Main Street Café on the Medina town square was haunted when she received the impression of a man sitting on the stairs, watching her do a Tarot card reading. I kept seeing the letter D,” Sonya said, and eventually his name came to me: Daniel.” Sonya didn’t know why the man was there or what he wanted, until she heard that human bones had been found in the coffee shop next door during a renovation project and that the owner of the shop had discarded them. I could not understand why the owner would not have notified the police about finding the bones, but Sonya didn’t have an answer for that. All I can say is that you never desecrate human remains. It’s a bad thing to doreally bad juju,” Sonya said as we talked on the phone.
I had been to the Main Street Café only a few weeks before, but was unable to meet with Sonya at that time. The building that houses the restaurant is 120 years old. Behind the purple and blue façade and the frosted glass windows, the décor inside recreates that old-time feel with high ceilings, ceiling fans, and wood floors. A handsome old bar and cozy lounge are at the rear of the main dining room. Halfway across the room is a staircase that leads to the basement dining room. It is in the basement where most of the ghostly activity took place.
The basement was brick-walled with a low ceiling, the beams exposed. The lighting was dim, provided by only a few small lamps scattered throughout the room and a couple of spotlights. Half a dozen or so tables draped in white tablecloths awaited guests. A bar stood at one end of the room. At the opposite end was a large mural depicting a bearded old man dressed in eighteenth-century style breeches and shirt, sprawled on his back, eyes closed, an empty wineglass in his hand. Floating in the distance was a vineyard. In the foreground, floating above him, were two naked women sprawled on clouds, one facing the viewer, the other providing a delectable rear view. The mural carried a mixed message, both erotic and pathetic at the same time. I was alone in the basement. It was cooler down there than it was upstairs, but that was to be expected in a subterranean setting. No rush of wind. No exploding light bulbs. I glanced over at the stairs where Sonya had sensed the spirit of Daniel, but I’m not psychic and didn’t feel anything. I took a few pictures then went back upstairs.
One of the waitresses told me about another waitress who had set the tables downstairs, lit all the candles, then left the room. When she came back only a few minutes later, every place settingevery knife, fork, and spoonhad been turned upside down.
Now, three weeks later, Sonya was telling me that things were much worse than that. Daniel was acting up. He seemed to be attaching himself to Frank, the dishwasher, in particular,” Sonya said. Frank used to wear this old Marine compass on a chain around his neck. One day, it suddenly shattered into pieces. He had worn it for years and had never had any problem. Then light bulbs started exploding and Frank cut his hand when he went to change one of them. He was becoming so annoyed by the ghost that at one point, he said he would like to send it back to hell. No sooner had he said that than he fell down the basement stairs, injuring his neck and shoulder.”
Sonya brought in two friends to help her get rid of Daniel. One was a psychic investigator, the other, a healer. They set up a video camera and tape recorder. While they did not record any images, they did record an evp, an electronic voice phenomenon. There was nothing but silence on the tape. Then, clear as a bell, a man’s voice said, Go away.’ I knew then that Daniel would not go easily,” Sonya said.
Sonya continued her resear
About the Author
- Publisher : Clerisy Press; 1st American edition (September 1, 2004)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 256 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1578601819
- ISBN-13 : 978-1578601813
- Item Weight : 10.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.75 x 0.25 x 8.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #645,959 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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