Getting into the Halloween Spirit with Ghost Radar

As Halloween draws near, I wanted to share an experience that my husband and I found quite interesting. Early this year, I downloaded an app from iTunes for my iPod Touch called Ghost Radar, an EMF detector that translates energy into spoken word.  Stuff like this has always peaked my interest and, intrigued, I started the app one morning and navigated from the radar screen (which shows blips on the radar of energy detected, ranging from weak to strong signals) to the list of words that the app detected and would speak.  My husband and I sat in the quiet of our bedroom to see what it would pick up.  Several minutes later, it said “William”.  I looked at my husband with raised eyebrows, who was named William after his Dad.  Later he would tell me that during the time we waited and listened and just before it had spoken, he’d asked silently if his Dad was here with us, who had passed away in 2005.

On April 2, 2010, we set out for an early spring ride, no plans, just exploring, and ended up on US-127 just north of the Ohio state line.  We’d passed an old decrepit looking building earlier in the day, and I made a mental note of the landmarks surrounding it so that we could stop on our way back.  It appeared to be a very old truck stop, judging by the size of the parking lot and the remains of a faded sign that once read “… Oil Company”. I walked around the badly overgrown, broken glass littered parking lot, careful not to get too close to the building (are you kidding??  I’ve seen the movies..) and fired up Ghost Radar.  Bill joined me shortly after, just as I’d walked around the back of the building and peered in through where basement windows once were.  Years of snow and rain had flooded the basement, and the water level was just under the window openings.  As if to confirm, the iPod stated, “Water”.

Across the street was a very old cemetery, and after a while we made our way over, Ghost Radar still running, crossing 127 and up the grassy hill.  Walking around in silence, we noticed that the stones here were very old, and Bill made the comment that the most recent graves were those of the thirties, to which the iPod replied, “forty”.  The sun was setting, so we decided to pack it up and get moving.  As we walked to the edge of the cemetery, I thought once again of the people at rest here, their names inscribed in some of the gravestones barely visible.  Ghost Radar had one final message for me that day. 

“Everywhere”. 

For more information on this app, visit http://www.spudpickles.com/GhostRadar for a full description, FAQ, and other stories of user experiences.