Remember you never know who or what is standing Right beside you.
PARANORMAL NOISE
The birth of this book came from the death of my mom, along with an event that shortly followed. I began to search for the truth, is death just black and white, heaven and hell? Realizing I was able to capture the real-time conversation with and between spirits, I was hooked, and they knew it. They spoke, and I recorded, listening to everything. Some harmless, some belligerent. A young man died out of carelessness, I knew who he was, and I asked for him to speak, but instead I recorded his death as quickly as it unfolded in my ears when played back. Then the silence, then one word. His wife's name which I knew, confirmed his identity opening the door to the Other Side for me, knowing then there was no turning back.
Possesed clown, Panpipes 2010 photo by Scott Ault
Darklands Paranormal's Milestones
Darklands Paranormal is a team of two ghost hunters. Our group was already featured on "My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera," "Storage Wars," and "Ghost Adventures." We also shot a pilot for SYFY, worked on production ideas for DreamWorks and other freelance producers, and co-hosted a live radio show.
- I began searching for answers about life after death. Now, I want more ghost enthusiasts to learn about my mysterious encounters with unseen entities through my book, which is available worldwide. You can buy Paranormal Noise: Listen Beyond the Silence, as well as Tattered Edges, online through Amazon or Authorreputationpress.com (Paranormal Noise)
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As early as six, I began to emulate the essance of a boy trying to mimick my brother standing to pee; failing miserably. At twelve, an older neighborhood boy tried to rape me; all I knew, at this point, was no man would ever control me. Continuing in my tom-boy ways, my mother was appalled. The year that followed, puberty struck, remaining to be the most tragic day of my life. However, my athletic ability was revealed that summer during a softball game when I heard, "You should be playing on the other field with the boys!" My naked reflection in the mirror became problematic. My male alter-ego emerged. I bound my chest, changed my name, and headed to Southern California. I didn't hate life or who I was, only what I was. This was just the begining, so hold on tight.
