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The Deep South Paranormal Team – Walcott Journal Entry (09-25-1997) The Old Greybriar House

The following is an excerpt from the journal of the Deep South Paranormal Team’s founder Terry Walcott. The DSPT paranormal team investigated the Old Greybriar House in 1997.

It’s been on the list of every paranormal hack from New England to Savannah. Still, the Greybriar House has yet to reveal its deep, dark roots. The dilapidated old house, built in 1840, sits near a family burial plot in Charleston, South Carolina. Nevertheless, it has been on our list of investigating places for several years. We recorded, with our VHS camera, apparitions near the back of the plantation. Groundskeepers had reported seeing full-bodied apparitions of two men carrying what appeared to be a wooden box. This evidence stands as one of the best we have ever captured. We understand that this house was used back in the day as a rum smuggling stop by the notorious Teddy Torrio and his gang. Our team’s goal was to discover who or what is causing these disturbances the current owner Louis Dorion, is terrified of. Louis has told us of the foul stench he often encounters in the parlor room of the residence and the loud footsteps on the porch outside the windows at night.
In addition, our team kept hearing noises from the basement. Sounds of glass bottles clanging together and voices of men talking. The disturbance seems to be prevalent early evening as the sun sets over Charleston Harbor.
“What led you to call professionals to investigate the property,” I asked him. Then, with the most rugged and distressed look, Louis said, “I can handle the noises, footsteps, and smells inside. Also, seeing the two apparitions in the back didn’t scare me at all, man. Until I saw what I saw under that tree in front of the house, near the cemetery, two days ago….it was then I decided I might need some help,” he said.
“It was six-thirty in the evening, and it was dark. As I exited the car, I heard the loudest commotion coming from the wooded area to the east side of the house near the Greybriar family cemetery. He told me he moved in to understand better what had perked his interest. He yelled, “Hey! Anybody there!”. No verbal response. As he moved closer, he noticed the moonlight reflecting off what appeared to be two eyes, close together, like a human. He moved closer to the edge of the plot, and then he told me what was revealed to him as he moved in to get a better look. “Standing under that White Oak tree was a creature that resembled a human but had arms that extended far beyond the reach of an ordinary man. Louis said,” Man, as I looked up, I could see the creature looking right at me. He noticed I was watching him.”
“The creature started running straight at me,” Louis said with tears. I ran back to the Greybriar House, man. I was so scared. This thing had speed, and most of all, it looked like it wanted to hurt me,” Louis said.

This Week…

This morning I woke up and had an overall refreshed sense of being. The typical 5 hrs a night must have sufficed for the body. I was thinking about this week’s to-dos. Write about Greybriar House, pay my mortgage, book Jake Trotter for Al, Check on Student aid from Kiowa Tribe, and that’s not it. But it already seems overwhelming. Unlike the ordinary college student, my day begins with the awakening of an almost two-year-old little boy named Wyatt. He wakes us both up with screams and the occasional cry. I usually get a drink ready before entering his darkened cave. It’s easy appeasement with a 4-ounce nutritional drink, a favorite.

We change his diaper, and then it’s off to the living room to pop on the Halloween version of Hey Bear Sensory.

Mondays are crazy busy as I also have a nine-year-old who is getting ready for school. Thank goodness my wife can take her because I am usually on my way to Norman from eight-thirty to nine-fifteen for class at nine-thirty. I said this wasn’t going to be, dear diary, but this is what I felt this early. Look, it’s a milestone for me this morning. I spend most of my day on campus with Media discussion and Kiowa later in the day. It’s almost time to fix Cream of Wheat for these children. Until next time, cheers, and have a good day.

Why this blog? Blog Reflection

I have never really reflected in a document on my computer. I have written in notebooks, not with the laptop or blog, nor with a cohesive idea. I never felt what I had to say would mean much to anyone else; therefore, I never attempted to type the memories out and create a blog. I hope those who read the words I type are sensitive in their responses. I am just hoping that I am doing this right. I have never been one who needed to raise a flag and wave it around for attention. The only thing close would be the radio. Since the creation of social media, yes, I have had a myspace account. I have always said that if folks wanted to know what I thought, they could tune into my radio show. Unfortunately, I am nowhere near garnering the following of others in the industry regionally or nationally. I had a much larger audience when I was on the KATT.

  I have always wondered what it would be like to have and maintain a blog. I guess the question for me was always, am I important enough for people to want to know more about me? The intention of my blog has become a place of reflection and display. I want to utilize this blog page to talk about ideas and feelings. Also, to display some of the work I am putting in here at OU. As I expressed in a blog post earlier in the semester, I am proud to be a student here at OU. I laugh at the conversations about students who may not understand the magnitude of their time here at OU.

  Some may not have grown up with the inundation as some Oklahomans did. I mean, the first song taught to me by my mother was Boomer Sooner. School pride is sky-high. I am proud of the opportunity to attend the school, and I hope that some of the things I write about in the blog entertain or intrigue me. I hope this blog becomes a place of creative output for my current work and all that follows working through my time at the University of Oklahoma. The theme of the website is me. The challenge I have encountered in writing in the blog is how much I share. I don’t want this place to become a dear diary-type thing. I want to post just different ideas or situations I encountered. Sometimes, I may know the person I am writing about will never read this blog, so that I might go into more detail. I don’t know. Again, I have never had a blog. I probably should have created one years ago, which would have made this process a little more routine.

Free Speech Week (Day 5)

It’s always been something I have realized that free speech is free until it infringes upon someone else’s freedoms. That’s when you know it’s time to make adjustments or stop what I’m doing altogether. I don’t want to write as if I am a small child pushing the patience of the adults in the room but instead just noticing the behavior that comes along with the week’s topic. Free speech isn’t all that it sounds like it is. Specific aspects need to be recognized before their limits can be tested. It’s similar to being media literate, reading between the lines, and realizing specifics before action is taken. On the radio, I can’t name an instance in that I may have pushed the boundaries of free speech. I likely was talking about a native topic on The Sports Animal with Jim and Al. Maybe? I can’t remember. There was a time when the guys had Governor Stitt on the show. It was right after he contracted COVID, and the state had just purchased an enormous amount of Hydroxychloroquine. Of course, now we know that the therapy doesn’t work, and early in the pandemic, it was shrouded in controversy over efficacy. During the interview, I wanted to ask him whether he took any of the controversial medicine and what was happening with the COVID number reporting. I almost let the question rip, but I chose not to because it wasn’t my interview, and I didn’t want to cause a rift for Jim. He and Stitt are big buddies. That’s free speech. If asked, he would have either stopped the interview or answered with no impunity. I don’t know, but I feel he might appear again before the election. A bit rambling here; I would love to get Joy Hofmeister on the show sometime.

I wouldn’t consider any part of any broadcasts (live or recorded-where I’ve appeared) that could be equated to boundary-pushing. I feel, “why rock the boat”? There is no reason to challenge the obvious. You will end up outside, pushing the boundaries that have already been tested. We operate under a different set of guidelines than our predecessors. They will fire your ass if anything, but following the company handbook is followed. Or maybe it’s, “I need the job, so shut up and read this.”

All I have remarked on this week seems obvious; however, the word is now written for others to peer into my world and realize how I perceive it.

Free Speech Week (Day 4)

As we sit and advocate for free speech this week, countries like Turkey and Saudi Arabia are limiting free speech. This week Turkish President Erdogan proposed a bill that would jail people for up to three years for spreading “disinformation.” The limitations in Russia to speaking freely are also a struggle. Suppose you speak out against the Putin regime or the military action; you can be jailed for who knows how long. The idea of free speech should be top of mind for everyone daily. Think about Jamal Khashoggi. This poor soul is assassinated because of his dissent and disagreement with MBS and the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. Americans should embrace free speech as tightly as we guard our bank accounts and remember someone had to pay the ultimate price.

Free Speech Week (Day 3)

The use of profanity in TV broadcasts has loosened since childhood. What is aired now on TV would have never aired when I was younger. The subject matter has changed too. Maybe this is the networks catching up with modern times? I felt during the Pandemic, as most rules changed in most places, it could have been a good time for networks like ESPN and FOX to air uncensored versions of game broadcasts. Almost like a late-night version, where the hosts could talk freely in a matter that best resembles the loose conversation styles of Americans. It would be interesting to take away the formality of the traditional broadcast. Just a thought; it reminds me of a situation I had last week.
I ate dinner with my parents Sunday night at a local sports bar. We were seated in the bar area with the TVs; this side of the restaurant didn’t allow smoking or the jukebox to bleed over. We were sitting at a table just adjacent to the bar, and two guys were sitting at the bar. These two guys were enjoying beers and conversing with each other. It wasn’t hard to overhear their conversation as maybe the alcohol was starting to take effect. The Chiefs and Bills NFL game was wrapping up, and their conversation started on the name of the Chiefs and Native Americans taking offense to the title. My father and I are Kiowa. We couldn’t care less what these two had to say about it. One of the guys had a boisterous take; it sounded as if he objected to anyone, including Native Americans, objecting to the use of the name.
I recall this story, not because of the subject of their conversation but the F-bombs thrown around. As my mother sat and ate her meal, every other word from their mouths was a four-letter word. This doesn’t bother me. My mother’s distaste each time they dropped the expletive was tough to watch. Did these guys have the right in a bar to talk as loudly as they were in the bar? Possibly, many years back, I was the guy at the bar I was the guy displaying my lack of vocabulary. So, it didn’t bother me as it did my Mom. Were they exercising their free speech right? According to my mother, maybe they weren’t. But, by definition, they were. They were lacking in style and vocabulary.

Free Speech Week (Day 2)

It has been an exciting day 2 of free speech week. I feel like an active participant in the free speech movement this week. It could be a synchronistic event to coincidence that I have seen more stories since Monday about ‘free speech. Kanye, sorry, Ye, will buy the Conservative social media platform, Parler. Elon Musk and Trump are back in the news about their Twitter escapades. Alex Jones recently fell on the sword for words he said that he claims are free speech, but the words are incredibly hurtful and insensitive. While he may have exercised his right to free speech, there are lines that humanity shouldn’t cross. I hate to devalue the idea of free speech to style, but it is similar in how to style. You have to have class when using free speech or risk turning people off. Then what’s the use of speech at all?

Free Speech Week (Day 1)

Free Speech, is it free? When referring to our general freedom as country citizens, we are often asked that. Free speech, is it free speech? I think we get tangled up in the four-lettered word that begins with an ‘F.’ Free. Is that the kind of free, like the free piece of cake I get with the meal I sometimes order at Pruitt’s? Note: Be careful of the 7-Up cake. Yikes. I don’t think it’s an added-value term in this case. To have a conversation requires two communicators passing along ideas and exchanging thoughts. It is the conduit between the messenger and the receiver. If that is limited, you get what we see in Totalitarian and Communists states. The limitations are set forth by the all-watching government eye of the state. Without diving deep into any ideas being pushed or what’s on the national agenda during this week of free speech, I felt like writing about what I think the terminology ‘free’ speech means.

Writing

So, the first two academic papers I’ve written in nearly twenty years have been turned in for assessment. The pause in these blogs allowed me to wrap things up there for a few days, but guess what? Here I am. Incredible to think that after all that time, adhering to the APA format and all the mess I juggled, they were turned in on time. I know these are two small battles on the enormous battlefield, but it’s my war, and its tactics are all my own. I am proud of myself. It wasn’t easy. It was challenging, but a lady at the Writing Center told me, “You can do the hard stuff.” It was good for me to hear that because, damn it. Yes, I can! It’s time management, and I’m trying my best to make it happen. I laugh when people say, “you gotta take some ‘me’ time.” I understand it’s necessary, and Lord knows I need to take some, but when? When?

The two papers were for Introduction to Media and Humanities of the Modern World. The paper for introduction in Media focused on The Joe Rogan Experience #1361 with David Fravor and Jeremy Corbell and the five steps of Media Literacy. Commander David Fravor (retired) reports on chasing a UFO in a Navy Super Hornet in 2004 with extraordinary details. The US Navy corroborates his story; you would think this would be enough for the pundits to take notice and at least ask more questions about the phenomenon. I probably write about the paranormal a lot, but the topics within the more fantastic genre are fascinating. Joe Rogan once asked in his podcast, I think it may have been contained within the podcast above, but he said the two things that mystify humans: What happens when we die? & Are we alone? They are two questions that no human can answer, at least yet.

The paper for Humanities focused on H.G. Wells and The War of the Worlds and the influences of Wells’s early scientific teachings on T.H. Huxley and Darwin. Here is a fact I left out of the paper that I didn’t know about the author, H.G. Wells married his cousin. Yep.

Happy Indigenous People Day 2022.

Today at OU was fantastic. The college recognizes its native student body. In most of the buildings, there is native art displayed regularly. The course catalog is filled with native languages. The amount of goodwill that goes into welcoming native students is apparent at OU. Today the native clubs had an opportunity to come together in the South oval for a small gathering. Beginning Kiowa class today was held near the William Bennett Bizzell statue. I listened to them sing, and they burned some sage and were fanned off. It felt good to pray for a bit. I had hoped they put up the Teepee, but the rain had other plans today. To see a Teepee up at a place like the University of Oklahoma shows respect from the University. Inside a Teepee are where prayers happen. Seeing them put up in places you wouldn’t typically is heartwarming.

I hope all had a good day remembering those ancestors that gave it their all for us; they had prayed for this current generation long ago. We must keep the traditions and ways close but teach those willing to learn.

Kiowa Gourd Clan 2022

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