Is Ghost Radar Real, Or Am I A Half-Bubble Off Plumb?

by Shelly Kneupper Tucker on October 29, 2009

I told y’all that I was going to have some fun with that Ghost Radar application on my iPhone, didn’t I? Yes, I surely did. Anybody who reads here regularly already knows that I’m about half-bubble off of plumb, so I’m gonna tell you this story about my Ghost Radar.

This week I have been telling ghost stories to middle school kids in the NorthEast ISD in San Antonio … and I’ve been pulling out my iPhone to improve my “cool factor.” I had decided that perhaps it was bogus. A librarian had downloaded it to her iPhone and we set our phones side by side. We did NOT get the same readings. “Oh, it doesn’t really matter,” I thought. “I don’t have to tell the kids that.”

Then I went to Eisenhower Middle School. When I walked into the library folks were buzzing about a recent ghostly incident that had happened in the cafeteria. It seems that it’s a well known fact in these parts that there is a “ghost boy” in the cafeteria. The kids who related the story to me said that the school was built on the site of an old ranch, and they think the boy was from that time period.

I have told stories at Eisenhower many different times, and no one had ever shared that information with me. I started jumping up and down, whining, “I wanna go seeee!”

I was escorted to the cafeteria, and I reached inside my purse for my iPhone. When I pulled it out of my purse, the doggone Ghost Radar was already on the screen! Mind you, my phone was “at rest” in my purse — it wasn’t “off,” but I had turned off the screen. Now, to turn that application on I have to first press the button on the bottom of my phone, then drag the slider across, and finally press the button for the application! There is no way in Thunder that the phone could have done that by itself in the bottom of my purse!!!

ooooEEEEooooo

As I stood there in the cafeteria with that Ghost Radar running, red dots began to form on the screen (that is a sign that there were very strong energies around me). Words began to form on the screen, and my Ghost Radar said:

“Cannot.” “Leave.” “Mama.”

EEEEK!

No, don’t ask me what it meant! I haven’t got a clue! But, during the day the kids in each class discussed it with me. Some suggested that maybe that ghost boy meant he could not leave the cafeteria, and that he thought I was his Momma. Others thought that the ghost boy wanted ME to leave and that he missed his Momma.

All of us, however, decided that the cafeteria is definitely haunted, and that the little boy tried to talk to us through the Ghost Radar application. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Maybe I’m more than a half-bubble off plumb … but I have fun.