EPISODE 0.057: THE INDY PARACON
Posted by The Frequency Of Fear at 6/7/2009 8:37 PM 
Categories: Beyond Midnight, Hall Of Fantasy, Fear On Four
Categories: Beyond Midnight, Hall Of Fantasy, Fear On Four
Episode 0.057: The Indy Paracon
(47.9 MB; 1:44:46 MIN)
I took a trip to the first annual Indy Paracon, a paranormal convention in Danville, Indiana, and spoke with four different ghost hunters - Chris Dedman, Paul Browning (Clarksville Ghost Hunters), Michael D. McDonald (Kindred Moon Paranormal Society) and Sarah Neher (In Nomine Paranormal Research). I also offer up three ghost tales from the Hall Of Fantasy, Beyond Midnight and Fear On Four.
Chris Dedman
Clarksville Ghost Hunters
Kindred Moon Paranormal Society
In Nomine Paranormal Research
Eerie Radio
Indy Paracon
(47.9 MB; 1:44:46 MIN)
I took a trip to the first annual Indy Paracon, a paranormal convention in Danville, Indiana, and spoke with four different ghost hunters - Chris Dedman, Paul Browning (Clarksville Ghost Hunters), Michael D. McDonald (Kindred Moon Paranormal Society) and Sarah Neher (In Nomine Paranormal Research). I also offer up three ghost tales from the Hall Of Fantasy, Beyond Midnight and Fear On Four.
Chris Dedman
Clarksville Ghost Hunters
Kindred Moon Paranormal Society
In Nomine Paranormal Research
Eerie Radio
Indy Paracon
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I'm sure these people are lovely (in their way...), but they have nothing - NOTHING! - on P.O.O.P.S.!
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I agree, I'll bet you none of them have ever parked a Winnebago in anyone's living room before, not even once.
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I'm going to take that in the spirit in which I believe it was intended, Carl. You have no IDEA what parking was like on that street. Of course, if Von Martinez had been driving, my Winnebago would have been in the tree in whatsisname's front yard!
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The old lady appeared only once. It was the stroke of midnight. She said nothing, merely stood at my right side. I was covered with plaster dust. Now, years later, I suspect she merely wondered who was tearing down the walls of her house, looked at me, and decided to boogie. But there WAS one room, the small bedroom under the stairs on the second floor, gutted and rehabbed, that nevertheless made one feel surrounded by a cold, eerie presence that seemed to want to get under one's skin. I will never return. I wonder how the new owners are doing, moo hoo hoo ha ha ha....
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Well, with any luck we can convince them to allow P.O.O.P.S. to accompany them on a ghost hunt...
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"Allow P.O.O.P.S."?!? I should think they would pay handsomely to accompany US! If we agree to have them along at all! Of course, they couldn't be any more annoying than Von Martinez, or Bonemarrow, or that Zomb - oooh, there goes my pie timer...
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