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O.P.I.S. Oklahoma Paranormal Information Syndicate We are a small group of paranormal researchers based in Stillwater, Oklahoma. http://opisstillwater.wix.com/opis O.P.I.S. was founded on April 30, 2012.

The Oklahoma Paranormal Investigation Syndicate (O.P.I.S.) is a non-profit paranormal group located in Stillwater, Oklahoma. consists of individuals from various backgrounds, religious views and beliefs. Though young as an organization, our members consist of strong independent intellectual researchers from other paranormal groups coming together as one group to provide you with information and educate you about the paranormal. We are apart of a Networking Paranormal group called the B.P.I.S. (Basic Paranormal Information Sources) The goal of the B.P.I.S. is to branch out into sources of information from around the world, building paranormal databases. paranormal investigators have one common interest, and that's to investigate claims of paranormal and supernatural occurrences. As a group, we strive to confirm or debunk supernatural occurrences to ease and help our clients through a scientific approach. As a group, O.P.I.S. is committed to our mission of helping our clients in a professional manner with our focus on discretion and respect.

11/20/2025

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11/16/2025

MOTHMAN ATTACKS!

On the night of November 15, 1966, two young married couples had a very strange encounter as they drove past an abandoned TNT plant near Point Pleasant, West Virginia. The couples spotted two large eyes that were attached to something that was "shaped like a man, but bigger, maybe six or seven feet tall. And it had big wings folded against its back."

When the creature moved toward the plant door, the couples panicked and sped away. Moments later, they saw the same creature on a hillside near the road. It spread its wings and rose into the air, following along with their car, which by now was traveling at over 100 miles per hour. "That bird kept right up with us," said one of the members of the group.

They told Deputy Sheriff Millard Halstead that it followed them down Highway 62 and right to the Point Pleasant city limits. And they would not be the only ones to report the creature that night. Another group of four witnesses claimed to see the "bird" three different times.

Another sighting had more bizarre results. At about 10:30 p.m. on that same evening, Newell Partridge, a local building contractor who lived in Salem (about 90 miles from Point Pleasant), was watching television when the screen suddenly went dark. He stated that a weird pattern filled the screen, and then he heard a loud, whining sound from outside. Partridge's dog, Bandit, began to howl out on the front porch, and Newell went out to see what was going on.

When he walked outside, he saw Bandit facing the hay barn, about 150 yards from the house. Puzzled, Partridge turned a flashlight in that direction and spotted two red circles that looked like eyes or "bicycle reflectors." Bandit, an experienced hunting dog and protective of his territory shot off across the yard in pursuit of the glowing eyes. Partridge called for him to stop, but the animal paid no attention. His owner turned and went back into the house for his gun, but then was too scared to go back outside again. He slept that night with his gun propped up next to the bed. The next morning, he realized that Bandit had disappeared. The dog had still not shown up two days later when Partridge read in the newspaper about the sightings in Point Pleasant that same night.

One statement that he read in the newspaper chilled him to the bone. Roger Scarberry, one member of the group who spotted the strange "bird" at the TNT plant, said that as they entered the city limits of Point Pleasant, they saw the body of a large dog lying on the side of the road. A few minutes later, on the way back out of town, the dog was gone. They even stopped to look for the body, knowing they had passed it just a few minutes before. Newell Partridge immediately thought of Bandit, who was never seen again.

On November 16, a press conference was held in the county courthouse, and the couples from the TNT plant sighting repeated their story. Deputy Halstead, who had known the couples all their lives, took them very seriously. "They've never been in any trouble," he told investigators and had no reason to doubt their stories. Many of the reporters who were present for the weird recounting felt the same way.

The news of the strange sightings spread around the world. The press dubbed the odd flying creature "Mothman," after a character from the popular Batman television series of the day.

The remote and abandoned TNT plant became the lair of the Mothman in the months ahead, and it could not have picked a better place to hide in. The area was made up of several hundred acres of woods and large concrete domes where high explosives were stored during World War II. A network of tunnels honeycombed the area and made it possible for the creature to apparently move about without being seen. In addition to the manmade labyrinth, the area was also comprised of the McClintic Wildlife Station, a heavily forested animal preserve filled with woods, artificial ponds, and steep ridges and hills. Much of the property was almost inaccessible, and without a doubt, Mothman could have hidden for weeks or months and remained totally unseen. The only people who ever wandered there were hunters and fishermen and the local teenagers, who used the rutted dirt roads of the preserve as "lover’s lanes.”

Very few homes could be found in the region, but one dwelling belonged to the Ralph Thomas family. On November 16, they spotted a “funny red light” in the sky that moved and hovered above the TNT plant. “It wasn’t an airplane,” Mrs. Marcella Bennett (a friend of the Thomas family) said, “but we couldn’t figure out what it was.” Mrs. Bennett drove to the Thomas house a few minutes later and got out of the car with her baby. Suddenly, a figure stirred near the automobile. “It seemed as though it had been lying down,” she later recalled. “It rose up slowly from the ground… a big gray thing… bigger than a man with terrible glowing eyes.”

Mrs. Bennett was so horrified that she dropped her little girl. She quickly recovered, picked up her child, and ran to the house. The family locked everyone inside, but hysteria gripped them as the creature shuffled onto the porch and peered into the windows. The police were summoned, but the Mothman had vanished by the time the authorities had arrived.

Mrs. Bennett would not recover from the incident for months and was, in fact, so distraught that she sought medical attention to deal with her anxieties. She was tormented by frightening dreams and later told investigators that she believed the creature had visited her own home too. She said that she often heard a keening sound --- like a woman screaming-- near her isolated home on the edge of Point Pleasant.

Many would come to believe that the sightings of Mothman, as well as UFO sightings and encounters with “men in black” in the area, which occurred over the course of the months that followed, were all related. For over a year, strange happenings continued in the area. Researchers, investigators, and “monster hunters” descended on the area, and it was said that at least 100 people personally witnessed the creature between November 1966 and November 1967.

According to their reports, the creature stood between five and seven feet tall, was wider than a man, and shuffled on human-like legs. Its eyes were set near the top of the shoulders and had bat-like wings that glided, rather than flapped when it flew. Strangely, though, it was able to ascend straight up “like a helicopter.” Witnesses also described its murky skin as being either gray or brown, and it emitted a humming sound when it flew. The Mothman was apparently incapable of speech and gave off a screeching sound. Mrs. Bennett stated that it sounded like a “woman screaming.”

The Mothman was probably last seen in late November 1967, but the story of weird happenings in Point Pleasant had not yet ended. At around 5:00 p.m. on December 15, 1967, the 700-foot Silver Bridge linking Point Pleasant to Ohio suddenly collapsed while filled with rush hour traffic. Dozens of vehicles plunged into the dark waters of the Ohio River, and 46 people were killed.

The collapse of the Silver Bridge made headlines all over the country. The local citizens were stunned with horror and disbelief, and for many, the tragedy is still being felt today. There were many people – perhaps most people in the area – who believed that the Mothman sightings, the bizarre events, and the reports of strange lights were somehow connected to the collapse of the bridge. Some saw the earlier events as a warning or premonition of the deadly accident to come. Others believed that the Mothman was directly responsible for the horror. A few even insist that the creature was seen near the bridge just minutes before the collapse occurred.

So, who – or what – was the Mothman, and what was behind the strange events in Point Pleasant?

Whatever the creature may have been, it seems clear that Mothman was no hoax. There were simply too many credible witnesses who saw “something.” But what he was – and why the region was and still is, plagued by strange anomalies – remains a mystery.

11/16/2025

Oh, and I want to review the movie I watched called they come knocking. I thought it was a pretty good movie with a well written story, although I really didn’t find it scary, maybe creepy. I’ve never seen the legend of the Black eyed children being explorer in a movie before, so I thought that was interesting. It’s on Hulu if you wanna watch it.

I meant to share that a few days ago for anyone who’s not aware of the story, but I forgot,  so you are
11/16/2025

I meant to share that a few days ago for anyone who’s not aware of the story, but I forgot, so you are

A dozen of stories keep circulating, all following a very similar pattern

11/13/2025

The story of black eyed children freak me out. However, what that said I feel like the story is fabricated, at least that’s my opinion. But if you do see one, just remember, they can’t come in unless you invite them like a vampires. I’m watching this movie on Hulu that made me think about it because it doesn’t look black eyed children. I don’t know if the movie is good because I haven’t finished it yet but it’s called? “They come knocking” if you wanna watch it.

11/12/2025

“Monsters of the Mississippi: The Catfish and the License Plate”

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There’s always been something about the Mississippi River that draws people in. Not fear, exactly…something deeper. A pull. A presence. Locals will tell you the water has a memory. It swallows what the world forgets and carries it slow and silent through the heart of the Quad Cities.

For years, stories have drifted through dockside conversations and bait shop whispers. Stories of catfish bigger than boats. Of divers who descended near the locks and came back pale, quiet, and unwilling to say what they saw. Of strange shadows moving beneath the surface near the Arsenal, where the current tugs hard and the depth falls away quick. These aren’t wild stories told for attention…they’re spoken carefully, often with long pauses, like a kind of inherited truth.

One such story has resurfaced lately, passed from friend to friend and now floating through town like the scent of river mud after a storm. A man…quiet, older, known for keeping to himself…claims he caught a catfish not far from Sylvan Slough. Not the biggest he’s seen, he says, but heavy, strange, and scarred like it had lived a long, hard life. It wasn’t until he brought it home to clean that he noticed something sharp tucked deep in its belly. At first, he thought it was a broken bottle or a bit of metal from the river floor. But when he pulled it free, there it was: an Illinois license plate. Bent, rusted, but legible. 1974.

He won’t say much more. The plate sits in his garage now, and he’s not interested in showing it off. He only told the story once, almost like it slipped out. But now people are talking…wondering if it was dropped from a car that went into the water, if it belonged to someone long gone, or if the river simply decided to give something back.

Whatever the truth is, the Mississippi remains what it’s always been. Not just a river, but a keeper of things. Of stories. Of memories. Of secrets too old to speak but too stubborn to stay buried forever. And every now and then, if you’re lucky…or unlucky…it might hand you one.

This time, it was a license plate. Next time, who knows?

Just keep your eyes on the water.

11/08/2025

“THIS IS FUNNY…”
THE LAST DAYS OF JOHN “DOC” HOLLIDAY

On November 8, 1887, John Henry “Doc” Holliday, the gambler, gunfighter, dentist and good friend of Wyatt Earp died at the Hotel Glenwood in Colorado, where he had gone to treat the tuberculosis that he had suffered from for many years. Doc was already the stuff of legend in the American West, but the stories, books, films, and myths that followed his death made him immortal.

Holliday grew up in Georgia and at age 20, earned a degree from the Pennsylvania College of Dental Surgery. He started a practice in Atlanta, but was soon diagnosed with tuberculosis, the same disease that had killed his mother when he was 15. Hoping the dry climate of the Southwest would ease his symptoms, he traveled to Arizona and discovered his proclivity for gambling. He soon earned a reputation as a top-notch gambler and after several violent confrontations, as a deadly gunfighter. Holliday walked a thin line, just on the other side of the law, as many men did in those days, but a chance encounter in Texas would change his legend forever.

In October 1877, Holliday met Wyatt Earp, who was in pursuit of an outlaw that Holliday had played cards with. The outlaw, Dave Rudabaugh, had robbed a Santa Fe Railroad construction camp and Earp was given a temporary commission as a Deputy U.S. Marshal to pursue him over 400 miles from Dodge City to Fort Griffin, a town on the Clear Fork of the Brazos River. Earp went to the Bee Hive Saloon in town, which was owned by an old friend of Earp’s. The owner said that Rudabaugh had passed through town earlier in the week but he didn’t know where he was headed. He suggested that Earp ask Doc Holliday, who had played cards with him. Holliday told Earp that Rudabaugh was headed back to Kansas.

Earp returned to Dodge City and during the summer of 1878, Holliday followed. He found a room at a local boardinghouse and set up a dentistry practice. By now, Holliday and Earp had become friends, which turned out to be lucky for Wyatt. Earlier in the year, Earp had run a couple of cowboys -- Tobe Driscall and Ed Morrison -- out of town and they returned that summer with about two dozen men. They shot up Dodge City, vandalized the Long Branch Saloon, and harassed the customers. During the commotion, Earp burst through the doors, but before he could draw his weapon, a large number of cowboys were pointing guns at him. Unknown to Wyatt, Holliday was in the back room playing cards and when he heard what was happening, he quietly came out and put his pistol to Morrison’s head, forcing him and his men to disarm. Earp credited Holliday with saving his life that day and the incident cemented their friendship.

In 1880, Holliday joined the Wyatt and his brothers – Virgil, Morgan, and James -- in Prescott, Arizona, and then in Tombstone. On October 26, 1881, Doc took part in what became known as the “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral,” siding with the Earps against the outlaw faction that had been dubbed the “Cowboys.” The whole thing lasted only about 30 seconds and was fought between the outlaw Cowboys Billy Claiborne, Ike and Billy Clanton, and Tom and Frank McLaury, and the Earps and Doc Holliday. Ike Clanton and Billy Claiborne ran from the fight, but Billy Clanton and the McLaury brothers were both killed. Virgil and Morgan Earp were both wounded, but Wyatt and Doc came through unscathed.

The deaths did not go unavenged. On December 28, 1881, Virgil Earp was maimed in an assassination attempt by the Cowboys and on March 18, 1882, Morgan was shot to death. The suspects furnished solid alibis, and newly appointed Deputy U.S. Marshal Wyatt Earp took matters into his own hands during what became known as "Wyatt Earp's Vendetta Ride." He and Doc, along with several companions, rode down and murdered scores of the Cowboys, revenging the death of his brother.

After the posse parted ways, Holliday drifted to Colorado. But on May 15, 1882, he was arrested on a warrant filed by a local sheriff in Tucson for the murder of Frank Stilwell, one of the Cowboys that had been hunted down. When Wyatt Earp learned of the charges, he feared Holliday would not receive a fair trial in Arizona. Earp asked his friend Bat Masterson, Chief of Police of Trinidad, Colorado, to help get Holliday released. Masterson drew up bunco charges against Holliday and then got help from Colorado Governor Frederick Walker Pitkin to keep Holliday in the state. Masterson kept him under arrest for two weeks and then Holliday was released. Doc and Wyatt saw each other for the last time in the winter of 1886, when they met at the Windsor Hotel in Pueblo. Wyatt’s wife later described Doc as looking “skeletal” with a continuous cough and unsteady legs.

In 1887, deathly ill and his prematurely gray, Holliday made his way to the Hotel Glenwood, near the hot springs of Glenwood Springs, Colorado. He hoped to take advantage of the reputed curative power of the local waters, but it was likely too late for him by then. As he lay dying at the age of only 36, Holliday is reported to have asked the nurse attending him at the Hotel Glenwood for a shot of whiskey. When she told him no, he looked at his bootless feet, amused. The nurses said that his last words were, "This is funny."

He always assumed that he would die with his boots on.

11/08/2025

Spies, stage and despair in one stretch of sidewalk. The edges of the Ozarks end in tendrils within St. Louis, Missouri. Some ask us why St. Louis is even included, and the answer is straight-forward but not necessarily easy. Yes, geography takes us into the metropolitan area literally, but border areas are much more than a line on a map, but not nearly as defined. Sometimes a place ties disparate stories and people together, and yes, ties knots with the land beyond an arbitrary line. We often overlook this fact, especially when the walls have been knocked down and replaced, with some finality; when living memory no longer encompasses the façade, and footsteps on the floors are but disembodied echoes in another place, replacing that which was before.

Olive, Locust and Fourth Streets are all stretches I have walked, cement beneath the soles of my shoes, and I have turned my eyes upward to take in the vista of the architecture that reminds us that we have vanquished the darkness of the past. As you walk Fourth between Olive and Locust, you will pass one such place. The former Everett House, which from the 1840s to the turn of the 20th Century served as a way-station for people, and witnessed a few noir tales.

In the early days of the Civil War, the Everett House was host to Anna Ella Carroll, who was from a prominent Maryland family, and who wrote and delivered to the Lincoln administration, the plan that ultimately resulted in the Western theater campaigns in Kentucky, Tennessee and Mississippi. Her time at the Everett House involved espionage and while watching troops from Iowa marching below her window to Benton Barracks, sparked literary inspiration. Her time in St. Louis resulted in pamphlets used by the War Department to illustrate the importance of the war effort. Then, in 1865, the Everett House was witness to the telling of an up close observation of the impact of a large meteor which had been observed throughout the northern Ozarks. James Lumley, a veteran mountain man watched the meteor streak across the sky at Cadotte Pass and hit the side of a mountain. Lumley described the meteor as the astronomical event it was known to scientists, except for one detail: that one of the large pieces of rock had hieroglyphs carved onto it. A mere two years later, The Everett House was consumed by fire. The fine hotel was remodeled and lived on. Also that year, an unexplained episode occurred, leaving one guest and hotel employees at a loss to explain, but witnesses vouched for the truthfulness of the claim. A bride reported a watch and filigree chain missing from beneath her pillow. The management was in the course of investigating, when the bride and groom returned to the hotel after touring the city. After relaxing, the couple decided to leave their room, and the bride went to put her boots back on, only to discover the watch and chain in the same boot she had been wearing while walking the sidewalks which I have walked.

While suic¡des are not uncommon in hotels, at the Everett House, there was a pattern of interrupted su¡cides. In 1881, a young bride from Little Rock, Arkansas discovered her husband was a bigamist while staying at the hotel. A strong odor of laudanum was observed near her door, and employees forced the door and were able to administer treatment and saved the unconscious woman. Another young woman, a successful actress was staying at the Everett House while performing at the nearby Theater Comique. During a performance, she suffered severe burns from theatrical explosives. During her recovery, it became obvious that her face would be permanently disfigured. Hopelessness drove her to taking a large dose of morphine, said to be enough to take two men. Once again, employees intervened and the woman survived, but her fate afterward is unknown.

By 1904, the building was sold off on the courthouse steps due to disagreements between the owners. If you happen to walk the sidewalk there, look up at the skyscrapers and pay heed to the liminal space that is cement touching Olive, Locust, Fourth, and to that which is no longer seen here, but felt in certain moments. The Everett House may be gone, but its echoes have reverberated far beyond the block on Fourth between Olive and Locust.

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Missouri History Museum http://images.mohistory.org/image/4E880DB2-7F71-0026-2A01-E26A72899FF5/original.jpg; http://collections.mohistory.org/resource/146686

https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=moa&cc=moa&view=text&rgn=main&idno=ADG8880.0001.001

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11/07/2025

LINCOLN'S PORTENT OF DOOM
Election Day 1860

On November 6, 1860, former Illinois congressman Abraham Lincoln defeated three other candidates for the American presidency: John Breckenridge, John Bell, and Stephen Douglas and became the most beloved -- and most hated -- president in American history. And later that night, experienced an eerie vision that he believed was a premonition of the future.

In November 1860, Lincoln was home in Springfield, Illinois. The city had a carnival-like atmosphere and Election Day dawned with rousing cannon blasts, with music and contagious excitement. Lincoln spent the day and evening with friends at the telegraph office. By midnight, it was clear that he had been elected President of the United States. A late night dinner was held in his honor and then he returned to the office for more news. Guns fired in celebration throughout the night.

Lincoln finally managed to return home in the early morning hours although news of victory and telegrams of congratulations were still being wired to his office. He went into his bedroom for some much needed rest and collapsed onto a settee. Near the couch was a large bureau with a mirror on it and Lincoln stared for a moment at his reflection in the glass. His face appeared angular, thin and tired. Several of his friends suggested that he grow a beard, which would hide the narrowness of his face and give him a more “presidential” appearance. Lincoln pondered this for a moment and then experienced what many would term a “vision” --- an odd vision that Lincoln would later believe had prophetic meaning.

He saw in the mirror, that his face appeared to have two separate, yet distinct, images. The tip of one nose was about three inches away from the tip of the other one. The vision vanished but appeared again a few moments later. It was clearer this time and Lincoln realized that one of the faces was actually much paler than the other, almost with the coloring of death. The vision disappeared again and Lincoln dismissed the whole thing to the excitement of the hour and his lack of sleep.

The next morning, he told Mary of the strange vision and attempted to conjure it up again in the days that followed. The faces always returned to him and while Mary never saw them, she believed her husband when he said that he did. She also believed she knew the significance of the vision. The healthy face was her husband’s “real” face and indicated that he would serve his first term as president. The pale, ghostly image of the second face however was a sign that he would be elected to a second term --- but would not live to see its conclusion.

Lincoln dismissed the whole thing as a hallucination, or an imperfection in the glass, or so he said publicly. Later, that strange vision would come back to haunt him during the turbulent days of the war. It was not Lincoln’s only brush with prophecy either. One day, shortly before the election, he spoke to some friends as they were discussing the possibilities of Civil War. “Gentlemen,” he said to them, “you may be surprised and think it strange, but when the doctor here was describing a war, I distinctly saw myself, in second sight, bearing an important part in that strife.”

Want more about Lincoln and the supernatural? See Troy Taylor's book, ONE NIGHT IN WASHINGTON! Signed copies available at https://www.americanhauntingsink.com/lincoln

10/30/2025

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