A veterinarian who lives in Vacaville, CA, contacted Gold Rush Ghosts International Paranormal Investigations on Fr...
The Dorothea Puente Murder House in Sacramento, California at this moment is a powder keg waiting to explode. Espe...
It’s a quiet walk down Main Street in Placerville, California for you now. The town is situated in the heart of ...
The frantic call came into the office. AGAIN! It’s about Lake Tahoe in Northern California, clean and beautiful....
Gold Rush Ghosts International Paranormal Investigations was invited to have another exciting adventure in Mokelumn...
Since the era of 1800’s turbulence, the Cary House Hotel has emerged with an undeniable arrogance that can only b...
Sometimes a building is not haunted itself; the artifacts it holds are. This is the fantastic case of the Discover...
With a 50,000-acre land grant from the Mexican government, Captain John Sutter, in 1839, settled at the adjoining b...
Disembodied voices in an empty room. Glasses clinking when no one is there. A few years ago, David Mintz, then owne...
My office in northern California has been dubbed the “Enchanted Cottage.” Although it is in a small tow...
There is only one statue in all of New York City that does not need to be polished in spite of weather, bird droppi...
As I have said many times before, rarely to never will you find a spirit in a cemetery among the rotting remains of...
My childhood at Lake Owassa was rather eventful in a strange and uneventful way. Living in the woods can be boring ...
In the 1960s high school kids drove through the forest looking for her. You were considered a sissy if you did not ...
I was invited once again a few months ago to investigate the Historic Ione Hotel in Northern California, this time ...
The historic Weber Creek Bridge at Big Cut in Diamond Springs, California, has over the years been considered a str...
A dirty manikin in old clothes hung by the neck from the second story of the building, a grim reminder of a trouble...
The little girl followed Elizabeth Harrison down the stairs, basketball in her hand. Once on the landing she dribbl...
The spirit sprinted in front of me, seemingly without a care in the world. She looked back at me several times, smi...
The ocean was strange that day, beginning about 12 miles out to sea, unaccountable ripples with no consistency and ...