02.01.17



The mild June eve was filled with anticipation and excitement as we piled into the van and headed east to New Diggins, WI. We were going to check out Dee's old "haunts". She used to live and work in the small town. In its heyday the mining town was known as "Little Chicago". Today it is a quiet close-knit community with not many residents and two saloons. Both are rustic and well know to tourist and bikers a like.





Arriving at about eight in the evening, we parked near the historic church that is over a hundred years old. Deciding to walk around the town to check the location, we traveled one square block and took in the whole village. The homes that were occupied were very well-kept, the abandoned ones were over-grown, and to be quite honest many of these buildings you wouldn't even have known they were there, the weeds, trees, and vines were taking back the land.
Dee told us about her life in New Diggins and pointed out the home we were to planning to check out tonight. To get to it we walked through knee-high thick grass that would grab at ones feet and over logs. It was only after we were done and heading back to the van did we realize that maybe we should have been watching out for snakes. Oops!

Upon reaching the house once shared by a little girl named Opal and her crippled mother, one could tell the home had at one time been well cared for. A deep stone lined water-well laid right outside the kitchen door for the frail woman.

Missy had the digital camera with the flash set, Dee had the voice recorder, I held the EMF device. The only window that looked at us from the main room of the small house was what we focused on. You could feel the woman sat watching her little girl play among the trees.

The whole night the EMF never went off at all. The flash of the camera was repeated and repeated as Missy took pictures of the window and the slightly open kitchen door.

We did decide not to venture inside since the flooring may not have been sound and the fact that we didn't care to come across creatures with teeth that would have felt cornered and would have been very unfriendly to the three of us. Little woodland beasts don't have that great of a sense of humor.

Checking out the pictures on the screen, Dee and Missy spotted what appeared to be a face in the window. Dark eyes and a firm chin seemed to stare sternly out to the three of us.





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