My fantastic readers! I know it’s been a while since i’ve posted and I have many topics I wish to share. But first, I will share with you a guest blog.
On my twitter travels, I happened to meet someone that I found incredibly interesting. His name is “RJ“, and he is an ex Security officer that ran his own security team for Movie sets in Hollywood. He just finished writng his book, “Life After Wrap”, about his true tales of running a security team for the past 15 years.
He runs a blog called “Security Files“, which are true tales from a Security officers point of view and even though the stories may seem farfetched, they’re all true tales.
I’ve always been a sucker for true stories, and when I started reading his blog posts, I was hooked. His stories are very interesting, and I asked RJ to kindly share a related story with you all. In this case, it’s related to my post about paranormal experiences.
I can only imagine the things he has seen, and his stories give us insights into his experiences.
Have you got a story to share? Have you had an experience with a ghost?
Enjoy his story, and try not to read this one alone… it’s somewhat scary:
Ghost On Haunted Film Set
Why I agree to drive this far for the Hallmark movie I still wonder myself.
Tonight I’m far from home. I’m in between Filmore and Lake Piru off the 126 freeway.
Were filming at this ranch on this huge property. There’s 2 houses on the lot one of them belongs to a sheriff who works in the city the other is sort of run down and the officer usually rents it out to film crews.
I’m walking with the transpo captain who has me flash my light at the damage to a passenger van one of his drivers did earlier. His driver ran into a tree. (Go figure)
Apparently something spooked his driver. But the transpo Captain thinks his driver was just too exhausted.
I turn to the house where we are filming at which is pretty far from we are, and I notice there’s a light on up stairs. I do a double take and the lights were off this time.
For some reason I thought the light was on? Guess not.
ME: You know you would think this owner would have a dog or dogs to watch his property since this guy works so far away and long hours.
TRANSPO: Funny you say that. You should ask him what happened to his retired K-9 he had.
ME: Why? What happened to his dog?
TRANSPO: When you see him ask him.
The transpo Captain finally leaves after getting all the information that he needed. I’m left to watch the equipment in this dark vast area. I could see cars passing on the road down below.
I look over to base camp and I see someone standing in our trailer land. I jump out of my truck and flash my light (My 4 cell light shoots out pretty far)
I walk over there and find no one. (Okay the night shadows are playing tricks on me)
I walk back to my truck when I see headlights coming towards my truck. I start walking back when I see the person getting out of their car and looking inside my truck. I flash my light on them.
ME: Can I help you with something?
The lady turns around. I recognize her immediately. It’s the Set dresser lady.
LADY: There you are. I thought for sure you would be sleeping in your truck right about now.
(Why do people always assume that all Security guards do is sleep at night)
ME: Nope just making my rounders you know keeping the blood flowing and staying warm.
LADY: I would like to hear more about you chasing rabbits and lizards but I’m kind of in a hurry can I borrow your flashlight? I need to get some things from set.
ME: No, but I tell you what I’ll go inside with you.
LADY: Fine, whatever.
We walk inside the house. It’s my first time inside this place. The house is completely dark. The set dresser continues to walk towards what she needs in the house.
We hear this huge “THUMP” come from up stairs.
The lady walks back to me.
LADY: Was that you?
ME: No, I think it came from up stairs.
I start to flash my light up the stair case. We hear a door slam shut. I don’t know why but the Set Dresser runs up the stairs.
LADY: Who’s ever fucking up here you better not be fucking with my set, or I’m going to beat the fuck out of you!
ME: Wait! What do you think your doing? Don’t just run up there.
It was too late she was pretty much up the stairs. I run up after her. I pass one of the rooms that had an opened door.
I caught the glimpse of some kid sitting on the edge of a bed facing the wall.
I stop and look back in the room and see nothing. The lady walks towards me.
LADY: There’s nothing in those rooms. Is there anything in that room?
ME: I thought I saw something.
We both search the room and nothing anywhere, we even search the closets in all rooms. We start walking down the stairs.
LADY: You heard the noise right?
ME: I did, maybe it’s just the house settling in.
LADY: Are you fucking stupid. It was something else.
This lady was starting to get on my nerves. We reach down stairs when we see Red paint on the floor.
LADY: (shouts) What the fuck happened here! What the fuck! Where were you?
ME: Dude, shut the fuck up already. Who’s stupid now? I was just upstairs with you.
I flash my light on the ground looking for more red paint. Drops seem to lead to a door.
LADY: There in the basement.
ME: What?
LADY: That door leads to the basement, shit they got past us and ran down there.
I don’t remember hearing anything or seeing anyone. We both walk towards the door. I open the door flashing my light inside.
Something child like painted red and wrapped in plastic leaps at us.
I jump back swinging my flashlight in the direction of whatever it was. I swing so hard that I lose grip of my flashlight and it flies down into the basement as I fall on my ass.
In just a matter of seconds whatever it was that leaped out at us wasn’t there anymore.
The Set dresser screams her head off and runs out the door screaming. I stand up right away. Ever since Linda Vista hospital (more in book), I always keep another mini flashlight attached to my belt.
I take out my light and look around the house very quickly. I look down the stairs in the basement I see my flashlight is still on, then it shuts off.
ME: Keep the fucking flashlight!
I shut the basement doors, and run out of the house.
I don’t even shut the front doors. By the time I make it near my truck the Set Dresser is already on the 126 freeway.
(Yeah thanks for making sure I made it out of the house okay. Bitch!)
I get inside my truck and drive and post myself near the road. I look at the house and I see lights going on and off through out the night.
I wanted to leave that spot so badly.
The caterer shows up a few hours later, but I still stay posted near the road. I wait til most of the crew arrives. The Line Producer gets mad that I wasn’t near my post when he arrived in the morning.
(Fuck that!)
Now that the sun is shinning more this morning and majority of the crew have arrived and getting breakfast. I talk to the sheriff who owns this property. I don’t say anything about what happened that night but I do ask him why he doesn’t have any dogs guarding this lot.
SHERIFF: I used to have a dog that watched my lot while I was away at work.
ME: Died from old age? I heard he was an retired K-9.
The officer stops eating his breakfast and looks at me.
SHERIFF: You really want to know what happened to my dog?
ME: Yes.
SHERIFF: One night on my off day, the dog started barking and kept on barking. I opened the door and the dog ran off towards the other house. I knew someone had to be breaking in the house if my dog was so worked up. I grabbed my shotgun and ran over to the house. My dog growled and barked at the front door. I shouted “I have a gun, If you don’t want to get shot or chewed up by my dog you better get the fuck out here now. I’m sending in my dog if your not coming out”.
No one came out so I opened the door and told my dog to “KILL!” The dog took off upstairs. I heard growling and shuffling, but before I decided to walk inside the house I heard my dog whimper then fall from the second floor outside.
ME: Wait someone threw the dog out the window?
SHERIFF: I don’t know. I ran upstairs to blast the Mother Fucker but never found anyone. One thing about me is I don’t believe in ghost or anything of that spirit shit. But I’ve seen stuff here at that house and property that I can’t explain. Now I don’t enter that house after dark and only if I have too.
I stay quiet.
SHERIFF: You seen something didn’t you?
ME: What makes you say that?
SHERIFF: By the way you look this morning. (He starts to laugh)
ME: You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.
SHERIFF: Well your not the only crew person who’s been freaked out from there. I try to warn people not to go inside after dark alone, but no one seems to listen.
ME: So, then, you do believe in something’s wrong with that house?
SHERIFF: I told you. I don’t believe in ghost. But there’s something not right with that house.
I leave for home and hear the story of why the Driver crashed the shuttle van that night. He supposedly saw someone with red eyes sitting in the back seat after dropping off the last crew member to crew parking.
Why people don’t tell you their property is haunted before you work on their site still amazes me to this day.
They should pass out pamphlets letting you know the warnings of “Ghost may be roaming this area” I mean come on people, even though I had my experience with ghost, I still get scared just like everyone else.
So, please warn your Security officers of the dangers when they work at your Film site. I didn’t go back to that job site.
Instead I sent someone else, but no one seems to last. I end up sending different guards every other night each one with the same story of lights going on and off and seeing someone walking around the trailers. As long as it wasn’t me anymore I didn’t really care. I had my fun of ghost to last me a lifetime.
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