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The Mistake at Martha Washington's School for Wayward Girls

In an impromptu and overdue investigation, 6ixer sent us a link to Martha Washington's School for Troubled Girls. First off, let me defend us by saying any place with a horrific history such as this is bound to attract the B-PIU team. But, without the building still there...well it was underwhelming.

Tele was still sick so it fell about Moody, 6ixer and I to investigate to the best of our abilities.

The history of Martha Washington's School was troubling, to say the least. Full of violent crimes, and secret pregnancies, the death toll of the school was undoubtedly in the hundreds. Built as a hideaway home for teenage girls in out-of-wedlock pregnancy, girls were often abused and neglected within its walls. When it finally closed down, it fell into disrepair and was used for satanic rituals and cult behaviors, often leading to arrests. Finally, it was torn down.

I mean...come on. How much more haunted can you get?

First off, it totally lied to us. We drove out anticipating a brief leg to at least some building ruins. So, it took us fucking forty minutes to get there and when we arrived: there was nothing but grass and maybe a vague outline of where a house might've been.

At least on the drive over we squeezed in some banging karaoke.

When the investigation commenced, we got very few concise pieces of evidence. The name "Kate" was repeated, and "leave" was heard, but besides this...it was gibberish. I LOVE SPIRIT BOXES I LOVE SPIRIT BOXES I LOVE SPIRIT BOXES.

We did our best to conduct our experiments but it was excessively cold. Moody, 6ixer and I wandered aimlessly, looking a little foolish calling out to ghosts in a cold-ass park. We called it quits pretty earlier, surveying and wielding no results with our box or ouija board.

On the drive home, however, we experienced an uncanny feeling. 6ixer described it as though we had gone through a veil and come out the other side intact but…it was stuck to us. It felt like it was clinging to each of our bodies and our heads. We all felt exhausted and drained. Drained is the perfect word, we felt as though we were sucked empty.

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Ballard-Busting #1

Moody, 6ixer and I met up in the week to debrief our first paranormal investigation/soiree. Tele was sick and was absent but there in spirit. Lol.

Here were our talking points:

6ixer and I remain dubious of the occurrences at live wire's. But we both remain resolute on the fact we have no idea where that fear came from. However, when two people believe and two people don't, there is a tendency to want to believe. We weighed whether or not there were elements of hopeful interpretation and decided most likely that there were. And yet, what the fuck happened? I - Live Wire - still stand on Skeptic's Hill.

The three of us spoke about the age-old adage "seeing is believing." Unfortunately, this isn't always the most stable of arguments when debunking literal metaphysical experiences. But I am of the firm stance that I gotta see one of these fuckers if I'm gonna waltz down my hill. 6ixer is of the same persuasion. But I trust Tele and what they say happened, and Moody mediates that you cannot hope to use science to explain away everything. Sometimes things are indescribable.

I brought up the the first law of thermodynamics. Because we all know that energy can't be created or destroyed, where the ever-loving fuck does it go when you die? Maybe, I'm just bad at science. Moody stated that this could be what constitutes as a "spirit," the energy left when someone dies. Will do more research on thermodynamics. 6ixer, ever the rationalist, argued that by this concept, we would have thousands of ant-ghosts everywhere. Ant-ghost army, get it trending.

Then the conversation turned to our Halloween rager and B-PIU debrief ended.

-live wire

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The Dubious Occurrences at Live Wire's

Investigation 1: the baseline. ( I am not proof-reading any of this btw. I am a wild card of a historian.)

After our weekly meeting, we decided unanimously: "what better way to start our hunts by beginning on Halloween?" Well...maybe, ok, maybe not the greatest idea. Exhaustion, paranoia, sleep-deprivation do not make for a great ghosting mindset. But nevertheless, we were motivated to undertake what the undertakers left us.

Due to the fact we are slightly underprepared for...most things...we chose to host our first paranormal investigation at my home. Built in 1937, I'm willingly to say my house can be fucky at times. One time in particular springs to mind. I'm with one of my exes when - I shit you not - my cupboards spring open and my doors slams shut. My windows were shut, and my cupboards take a good amount of oomph to pry open. However, I myself have chalked this down to the fact my house is arguably poorly built and literally sinking into the ground. Repair is not my middle name.

While we ghost-capped the night, we settled into opening our brand-new Spirit Box. Can attest: incredibly annoying. Our spirit box has a temp reader built in, too.

For the first attempt, we heard nothing. Tele suggested we employ the Estes Method. For those who are not aware, the Estes Method - otherwise known as SB7 Spirit Box Experiment - is when a listener puts on the spirit box in headphones, noise-cancels outside interference, tries to enter a trance-like state, and instantly speaks whatever words they think the box might be saying.

The first one to go was Tele, with the rest of us asking questions. We got jackshit, but it was kinda funny. After this, we sent the shit, I mean spirit, box to me. I repeated everything I heard, which included some semi-definite phrases. I recall repeating "listen" and "stay" a few times, along with Moody's real name: [redacted]. I also said the phrase "go down there" after Tele pointed to my basement. (ghost oooh noise.) After this, Moody took a turn. They also repeated their own name a few times, and also said mine. Shit scared me. The box also said things mildly homophobic, like "fruits" and "gay boo" and other various republican sentiments. Asshole.

6ixer took a turn. This is when I cleverly decided to start recorded. Tele: "do you have anything you'd like to say?"

6ixer: "be quiet."

Tele: "you can tell us anything."

6ixer: "give up."

Tele: "I'm [redacted]-"

6ixer: "stop talking."

After this, we got a lot of interesting statements like an age after we asked, (12) and a gender (boy.)

We asked some death details, and gathered "water," "silence" and "cold." Then, the box went back to fucking with us. "Whistle, please." So we did this. We got some more weirder stuff after this. But before I get to that, I'd like to mention that it said "bet bro" which fucking cracked me up. As I'm listening, we also got "eat soup." So enjoy these.

A lot of the statements from the box aligned up to a missing person's case at a location near Ballard. We tried to pry more, but this ended up dwindling out pretty fast.

When the box powered down, we went after the house with our Ouija board. The funny thing with these is that it does move, but everyone always swears they weren't touching it. Bro, I wasn't touching it, though. On my fucking life.

Anyway. The temp reader started to fucking plummet, which was not great for the energy of the room. Then the EMF reader went a little fucky on us, and starting spiking.

Tele said they felt a little girl's presence in the room and maybe it was like the night but I felt something touch my cheek, for reals. Where I was sat, the temperature continued to fluctuate. When Tele stated they believed the ghost to be near me, I was overwhelmingly flooded with fear. This also happened to 6ixer. Both of us felt so much intense fear, and I am unashamed to say I cried a little. Still a skeptic, but I don't know how the fuck I felt extremely frightened so sudden.

Did I mention that literally while all of this is happening, the temp is dropping by 2 degrees at a time? Oh, and the candles blew out. And one of our cat/ghost balls went missing despite the fact all of us blood-hound searched the room.

That draws our 1st semi-investigation to a close. Would love some inputs and some chitchat on these occurrences. After this, I'll post our debrief.

-live wire

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Welcome to B-PIU

Hey Tumblr!

What is B-PIU? Great question. We are a group of 4 who investigate paranormal activity of any kind in the greater Seattle area. We are self-funded, and not affiliated with anything. Our goal is to investigate, summarize our findings, and ultimately maybe catch evidence...(if possible.)

I'm the Live Wire. Yes, we have nicknames for shits and giggles. It's my job to document B-PIU's experiences, databases, practically to document everything that occurs. (And to run our blog!)

I am the resident Historian.

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In the group are these individuals:

Live Wire - historian/skeptic

6ixer - researcher/skeptic

Mood Ring (Moody for short) - guardian/believer

Tele - technician/believer.

With us, we have the usual ghost-hunting supplies and a shit ton of willpower. With the skeptically-minded and the ghosters, I'd say this team is a recipe not necessarily for success but most certainly for amusement.

We cannot wait to show you our findings. We cannot wait to watch the community grow, and get to know you all.

Please recommend us places you think could be worth visiting.

-Live Wire.