On Christmas day of this year I returned to the roadside memorial of a victim that died a decade ago when they were hit by a car in the early evening hours.   Eight years ago I had first stopped here and collected amazing EVP.  I remember feeling as if I was not suppose to be here and I didn't stay long.  One morning drving to work 8 years ago I passed this site in the early morning hours.  When I arrived at work I was a bit early so I decided to rest for a bit in my car.  I reclined back and was resting when I saw a figure walk by my car right next to me.  It was as if she had been riding in the back seat and stepped out of my car and she walked strait to the front with a very determined stride.  Iwill never forget it.  She was a young woman. Maybe in her thirties.  Long hair down to her shoulders and a long sleeve blouse on with dress slacks. She looked at me and raised her hands up in the air and brought them down on the hood of the car and seemed to be either saying something or screaming something at me.  But there was no sound. Oh yah, she was all white! Like a mass of energy it seemed.  Her energy.  Her spirit.  Then she was gone.  I will never forget this as long as I live.

​Just recently, on Christmas day 2016 I visited the little crucifix memorial by the side of the road where the victim died.  I was there for only a couple minutes but took some pictures with my thermal camera and recorded audio with my digital recorder.

​After all these years the energy is still there.  Her spirit, others spirits there.  Why I do not know.  The thermal captured the most amazing photo of the most perfect face of what appears to be a young woman. And there is corresponding audio captured at that time was well and the voice or voices sound female.

I took this phototgraph randomly. This was at the time I captured the audio as well.   Look to the left and you will see the most perfect face.  It is unmistakeable. Hairline, forehead, eyes, cheekbones, jawline. A beautiful face. As you can see the crucifix is bright and the orange / yellow glow means it is hotter than it's surroundings.  The face is cold and dark blue and or purple.  If this face were of a living person it would be bright like the crucifix as it would have heat.   The area surrounding the crucifix is just mud by the side of the road.  Nothing else here except the crucifix.

Here is the same picture.  I have circled the face for you.

  Wear your head phones and turn up the volume.   Keep in mind this is an isolated canyone road and does have some traffic passing by.  You will hear the cars passing.  When you hear the female voices notice they are  consistent and uninterrupted.  If they were from passing traffic you would not hear them like this.  Nobody else was standing near this memorial when this was recorded.  The voice is saying "God bless him along the road side"  This is repeated 3 times.

There is a canyon road that has known many tragedies.  In fact there is a couple of them which intersect each other.  I drive through both Canyons, to and from work, five days a week.  The little crosses and shrines and photos honoring those who have died on these roads are everywhere. 

One is for a fallen motorcycle rider and it had his photo and some other items all paying homage to his memory.  Then not far down the road are three or four crosses with names of others who have died on the road.    There is a tree with a hockey stick nailed to back of its trunk on the side away from the road and it use to have a toy teddy bear that laid next to it for a very long time after the accident which took this teenage boy's  life. 

More recently on the road down from the bluff on the eastside of the one canyon, near the spot the creek crosses the road there was a balloon and a photo of another child who had died.  Up on the west end the other canyon road near the onramp to a toll way is a all white girls bicycle which has been hung up on  a chain link fence.

Near another Canyon road they found the body of a young woman who had served in the military and was attending College here locally and was set to graduate soon.  Possibly the victim of someone she knew who dumped her body there only to be found by a bicyclist who was riding by in the afternoon and could smell the remains spoiling in the sun. 

Is it any wonder that spirits and/or spirit energy can be found on these lonely roads?

One young woman, an educator by trade and avid cyclist and mountain biker was hit by a car on the side of one of these canyon roads one fall evening.  This must have been seven or eight years ago.  She had a family who now has missed her for all this while, since she has passed on.  I've seen different things at the spot she passed which have been left there by those who knew and loved her.  What is so strange was that there always seemed to be somebody's car parked near her little roadside memorial.  It was just eerie.  I'd look at the parked cars and never saw anyone in them. 

The reason I will personally never forget this woman is I believe I saw her spirit.  One  Sunday I stopped by the little roadside memorial to her with my digital recorder.  I wanted to see if I could communicate with her.   What I found as I stepped out of my car and walked across the road to the spot was a sense of energy about this little area that was not to be believed.  A strong sense of emotions suddenly came over me.  I tried to do some EVP but did not last there for more than a couple of minutes before I had to leave.   I went home and I felt very uncomfortable about what I had just experienced.  I down loaded the audio and began to review.  I was shocked by what I heard.    Not only did I hear a woman's voice but there was at least two, maybe three other individuals on this recording with her.   I heard her say "The light on the box is on!"   Then a man's voice says  in very slow tenor, "ghost......hunting" as if to mock me.  As I continued asking questions, I recorded what sounds like a plea for me to contact somebody.  It sounded like I was given a name but could not quite make out what that name was. 

I had enough, thanked them for their time and turned to leave.  The recorder was still running and I heard the voice of what sounded like a teenage boy say "He's fucking leaving".  He said with a hint of disheartened disgust in his voice.  I thought about what I had heard and considered that maybe I was being observed by people hidden nearby on that road.  I went back to the spot and looked around.  There was just no way I could have been observed and able to pick up the voices of those hiding nearby with my recorder.   They just could not have been that close. 

During the week I would pass this spot on the way to and from work.  I was going into work early and would pass by this place in the darkness of early morning.   4:00 to 4:30 am sometimes.  Sometimes I would stop and take a couple of photos.   I ran my recorder hoping to capture some small tidbit of audio. 

One morning I arrived at work early.  I was in the parking lot and had just parked the car and turned off the engine.  I decided to relax a little while as I had some time yet before I needed to go to my desk. 

As  I leaned back in the drivers chair, reclining , a figure walks right past my car on the driver's side.  It was a  woman!  She was wearing dress slacks and had on a long sleeved blouse and her hair was down and full.  She looked to be in her thirties and she wasn't bad looking either.  But, she was all white!   

The woman paced to the front of my car and then to the middle of the front of my car.  She wheeled around and faced me and raised her arms over her head and the next action was her appearing to slam both her hands on the hood of my car!  But, there was no sound.   I could see her face and I could tell she was upset and she was screaming.  At least, she had the appearance of screaming.  There was no sound?  I could not hear her.   And then?   And then she was gone!  Gone?  Where did she go? 

I knew.   I knew who she was.  I recognized her as I had seen her photo.   Did my tired mind fall into rem sleep and I dreamed all that?  Could my mind present her to me in perfect 3 dimension as I most clearly saw her?  I don't know and i could not prove it to you.  But, I'll tell you this.  I know in my heart of hearts and my very soul, that she was there.  This was not imagined and I will argue that until I pass onto the other side as well.   I went back one more time to the spot.  Maybe a year later on a Sunday morning.  Ran my recorder and what I heard  seemed like a voice asking me to leave.   And I have never stopped there since.  But, I know she is there.