Who You Gonna Call?

(Something's strange in the neighborhood, when there's something weird, and it don't look good.)

Ever since we put up fabric panels to partition our new studio space from the rest of the basement, we have noticed a few unusual occurrences while we have been working in there.

Shadows have been seen and doors have been slammed. A cranky presence has invaded our space.

Although you may not believe, or even be aware, there is a theory of why there are so many energies that often make their presence known near the coast. Ever hear of a salt water powered battery? With all the iron present in the rocks combined with salt water in the area, it's no wonder how common place it is around here to have a few personal experiences that leave you questioning your sanity.

Thank goodness for our friend Danny, who through experience has his own method for dealing with the crankiness this energy can bestow.

Today, he made a little visit to our studio space to help remind this energy that cranky just doesn't cut it around here.

I think everything is back to normal around here again. Because I'm quite sure the *dust particles* (also known as orbs in the paranormal world) you see in the picture I took of him right as he was leaving, were apparently going home with him tonight. Sleep tight Dan. And thank you very much!