Antelope Valley Haunts Paranormal Research..
Weird sites explored in the high desert..
A conversation with a Carpet Cleaner
I have always been intrigued by old buildings. So I always make it a habit to take the scenic route to work I have always loved driving down Sierra Hwy looking at the old structures. Picturing in my mind how it must of have been many ages ago .To believe that I passed by Shamrock Carpet and Cleaners numerous times and never paid attention to the place Just a big old building mixed in with all the warehouses. Till one day I asked my coworker about the place and he replied; ‘man you pass by there everyday . When he explained to me the location I felt like a dunce. From that moment forward I could not stop staring at the place .Sometimes even almost running off the road. I decided to change my route to work . It seemed I was getting obsessed with this place. I mean you find this place all over the internet when ever you surf for the Antelope Valley or for Ghosts.
It was one morning on my way to work and it was cold it just had rained and that place was the last thing on my mind. I dried my car and drove off .Kids were off school and the Teen was visiting for the weekend , so I decided to take off early. I had arrived to the intersection that either led down Sierra Hwy or go straight ahead. At that moment the building came to my mind. What should I do? What do I got to loose?
I took the turn. I pulled up into the old looking airplane hanger. It looked closed. The windows were covered in dust. The winds and sun had taken affect to the building. Certain part of Sierra Hwy always reminds me of an old warehouse district. I looked for some kind of Open sign . Well what do you know there was one. It said it was “Open”! I noticed the old trucks in the front parked and the door was cracked open. As I sat in the car I still was confused? Nervous ?Why had nobody actually talked to him? What would he think of me? A nutcase?
I got the courage and went on in. I looked around and noticed the carpet samples and rolls everywhere. The showroom was small about a quarter length of the hanger. The walls still resembled a old time décor. Paneling inside of oak wood grain, a small office, and the rest a warehouse. I approached a worker behind the counter and greeted him I asked him if he was the owner or the manager. He replied he was not, just a worker. I told the worker he looked familiar. I hate when that happens . But hey it’s a small town. Compared to the larger cities nearby. It could have been in the grocery line. Who knows?
He explained to me that the owner was in the back. From a back door he emerged. He was an older fellow. Seemed to be what I expected in a place like this. I greeted him with a firm hand shake and handed him one of our business cards. He picked up the card and read it. He told me that some one of my Team members had called on numerous times a couple of years ago.
I told him there are other groups in the area. I asked him if he knew how popular was his place on the internet. It was a subject in a few forums on the net. I also let him know how much old buildings intrigued me. He opened up the conversation at this point. I let him know how his was one of my favorite,s and how I had to change my way to work. He laughed and replied how comfortable it was. He also laughed and said how he never had to advertise. His customers were old and new .I told him ‘nah the paranormal community is taking care of that. After a good laugh. I felt more comfortable. I asked him if the stories were true. He replied not all of them. He never knew how the rumor got out. At that moment I glanced over to his worker and he gave the look I am used to getting. A are you for real look. I simply smiled back and noticed the light fixture swinging back and forth . I proceeded at that moment to drift the conversation to a different level. I did not want to just start bombing him with questions. I took the conversation to his level and proceeded to comment on the quality and styles, structure of the rolls of carpet, from the manufactures to the composition of the thread. What can I say I love to read and research. After about 15 to 20 minutes of this I came at him again with the question. What was the real story?
His worker had slipped away from the office and went to the room in the back part of the office. He stuck his head out and loudly said “coffee is ready!” At that moment the ice broke between us. He looked at me over as he proceeded to walk to the back and replied over his shoulder “how about a coffee?” I kindly declined. I let him know I drink a pot in the morning so I’m wired as it is. He laughed. He noticed me looking at every crevice of the old hanger. I replied to him at how these buildings are just disappearing of the map. New structures replace the old ones. At that moment he informed me how the city had purchased the buildings North of him for street construction. He was surprised the street would curve around his building. He proceeded to let me know of future sale of the property. I informed him that it was sad. Due to the importance in the paranormal and historical society. As we continued our conversation I started to notice all of the exposed wiring the extra expired insulation. I noticed the big air conditioner hanging in the right hand corner. An old model for sure. Big blocky machine blowing air making the light fixture swing. Hmmm.
I asked him if he was first owner. He replied no but his relative was. He had put the hanger there when it was a avionic area. I asked him if anyone had perished in the location. He stated that there had never been a casualty. I proceeded in telling him, why he was going to sell it? He said his close relative ran it but when he decided to retire. He would sell it. Cant blame him. The property value in the Antelope Valley has boomed in the past few years. All those years put in to the community .You want to relax and live life. Specially in this wonderful place.
I studied the way the hanger was put together. Noticing the small break room which consisted of your basic supplies. No stoves or anything of that sort the separation from the front to the back warehouse was a simple wall with a storage on top referred to it as the second floor, must be about 18 feet long by about 8 feet wide. Rolls everywhere, samples, scraps and tons of carpet in the back, all electrical hanging, seemed the old style. Also the supports of the second floor were made of thick wood. Being all the way in there made it even more intriguing. I asked him why he would not allow a team to come in seeming he was a kind man. At that moment he replied because his wife did not believe in this sort of stuff. At that moment I left it at that.
Our conversations ranged from life here to his work. But my mind wanted the answers we all wanted. At this moment I felt it was my only reason. But patiently I waited for them. I asked him what was the story. Finally he started to talk He proceeded to tell
me that yeah he had seen a figure half of a man with no bottom. Appearing from the back door and just standing there staring at him . No composition just a dark purple light figure half up no legs and no face staring at him. As I was standing on the spot of such apparition. I looked at my surroundings a purple man??? What would TAPS or Sebar do. AHA! The answer in front of me or could it be? All the upper hanger windows were all covered in purple paper some missing in spots .Allowing the light to come through making a light show inside. The windows were high simulating skylights at an angle. I started to think what a coincidence a purple apparition, half body. (At a later time I happen to email a professional on P.P.E. and helped me come to my conclusion). I asked the owner of any improvements done to the place since the apparition. He said as he looked around “No.” I asked him of other instances and he said their was only about 5 instances that he felt paranormal activity was present. He proceeded to walk to the doorway of the break room and explain to me that the only ones who have ever felt anything was his wife and himself. In a chain of circumstances. As soon as it appeared it disappeared. I asked myself if the conscious mind played a part on this.
He continued to point upward towards the stairs as if allowing me to go take a look. I almost did but I noticed that there was no way of maneuvering up there. It was stacked with carpet in every direction. He claimed he heard noises up there. It was easily dismissed in my mind when I noticed many items on edges. He also said the third time was a empty roll of carpet, made out of cardboard, that got tossed at him. At that moment I noticed the large air blower could have had the strength to blow enough air, if at the right angle. The empty carpet rolls are pretty light and hollow. I asked him in what direction they came from. He pointed upward on top of the break room which was what the second floor consisted of .What a coincidence this is where a the air hit’s the hardest. Just a few feet away this is where the blower sat. At that moment I noticed the 8 foot long ,old style light fixture, hanging in chains rocking back and forth. Wow had I solved another one.. Could the blower be the cause for the tossed roll? He also explained to me that once his wife and himself heard noises in the back, while they were in the front office and they went home. But I also noticed the building is made of aluminum. A flock of pigeons could be heard easily. The shape of the building can carry the acoustics through out the building . Pretty much anything that would fall in their would make an unexplained noises come from somewhere else. He asked his worker if had felt or seen anything. He proceeded to reply that he had not felt nothing . That before this conversation he was not aware of any of this.
The owner asked me if I felt any presence in the building. I explained to him I was not a psychic or medium of some sort. I explained to him I was a Investigator only and that a lot of his experiences I could find a explanation for. I used modern available technology to the public. I explained to him the importance of this study and explained to him each piece of equipment we use and for what. He asked me what would I do with the evidence .I replied “present it to you and you decide.” He said he never wanted to talk to any paranormal researcher and he never gave them the time of day. I proceeded to ask him why me ? Why did you took the time with me? He replied “because your group seems and presented yourself different. I thanked him for the compliment. I asked him if he would ever allow us to investigate the place for about 2 hours in the evening. He said he would talk about it with his wife . But, even though he did not mind and seemed eager with our presence. He stated that the only time paranormal activity occurred was those instances. Never before or after. As a husband I know! His wife has declined at this moment for us to enter or anyone else. So, we all know in the house who runs the show. We might be the heads, but, the wife is the neck. With out it the neck the head would flop back and forth.
I proceeded to look at the clock .Oh my, I had spent over an hour talking to him. I proceeded to take the time to dismiss myself. Which disappointed me. It is not common to meet a true Lancaster resident. Someone who has been in the same spot for over 40 years a family owned property for over 60 years! The stories he must hold. In the moment I spoke to him I left wiser. I felt as if sitting on the floor listening to a wise man telling me of his tales of long ago. It made me realize I was a kid compared to him. I felt as if I knew nothing next to him. His stories of times when Sierra Hwy was a actual driven Hwy . A time before the 14 freeway was even ever a thought. Before the houses, the streetlights, shopping centers traffic and people everywhere . Wow! I could of spend a whole day listening to the stories of the good old times. Stories you will never find in any history book. Stories that as a child we took for granted and as an adult we search lost relics, ghosts, and so forth for the answers to our past and future. As I left I thank him and what an honor it was to talk to him. It reminded me of what my father told me the gray hairs are the wise ones. I truly hope one day I get the pleasure of sitting with him for a long conversation of those forgotten days.
As for the place what is my conclusion? Well I myself found a logical explanation to each one of the claims. From the purple apparition to the carpet rolls. To summarize each one. The purple apparition could have been a light reflection from the same color purple on the skylights playing a light show. Once your mind starts feeling this your subconscious mind puts thoughts for you. The weary feeling of a presence this can be related , possibly, to the exposed old wiring through out the entire building . Even though we did not have an EMF detector. You did not need one to come to this conclusion . The carpet roll tossed at him? After he described the direction and location and figuring out the approximate weight of the light and the power of the blower blowing . It could actually have the strength to blow a cardboard tube across from up to down. As for the noises ? This can be related to the building constantly settling down. Ex; The old timbers. The hundred of items in there. Birds landing on the building. There was thousands of explanations. In my mind I left with one thought. How rumors get started and grow. Even when I brought up how they named him George he laughed. He was the one that seen it and he did not know what it was. There was no record of a death and to believe that at the end of the rope. This strange incident ended up with a name.” George” . I also asked him about the mysterious claims of the phone ringing he smiled and shook his head , mumbling rummors .I leave you my readers with a final word. You decide yourself what is the story. Is it haunted or not? You decide for yourself. As for me I feel this place is not Haunted or carries no paranormal activity. But hey this is my own opinion. What is yours? To all fellow Ghost Hunters please respect the wishes of the owners and respect their privacy. They do not appreciate being bothered at all . We have been given a a rare opportunity. We will probably never have again. As a investigator I understood I represented all the paranormal community. So. I tried to get all the answers and chronologically write as much of the details as I could
Article Written by:
Masone
Dec 23, 2007
I have always been intrigued by old buildings. So I always make it a habit to take the scenic route to work I have always loved driving down Sierra Hwy looking at the old structures. Picturing in my mind how it must of have been many ages ago .To believe that I passed by Shamrock Carpet and Cleaners numerous times and never paid attention to the place Just a big old building mixed in with all the warehouses. Till one day I asked my coworker about the place and he replied; ‘man you pass by there everyday . When he explained to me the location I felt like a dunce. From that moment forward I could not stop staring at the place .Sometimes even almost running off the road. I decided to change my route to work . It seemed I was getting obsessed with this place. I mean you find this place all over the internet when ever you surf for the Antelope Valley or for Ghosts.
It was one morning on my way to work and it was cold it just had rained and that place was the last thing on my mind. I dried my car and drove off .Kids were off school and the Teen was visiting for the weekend , so I decided to take off early. I had arrived to the intersection that either led down Sierra Hwy or go straight ahead. At that moment the building came to my mind. What should I do? What do I got to loose?
I took the turn. I pulled up into the old looking airplane hanger. It looked closed. The windows were covered in dust. The winds and sun had taken affect to the building. Certain part of Sierra Hwy always reminds me of an old warehouse district. I looked for some kind of Open sign . Well what do you know there was one. It said it was “Open”! I noticed the old trucks in the front parked and the door was cracked open. As I sat in the car I still was confused? Nervous ?Why had nobody actually talked to him? What would he think of me? A nutcase?
I got the courage and went on in. I looked around and noticed the carpet samples and rolls everywhere. The showroom was small about a quarter length of the hanger. The walls still resembled a old time décor. Paneling inside of oak wood grain, a small office, and the rest a warehouse. I approached a worker behind the counter and greeted him I asked him if he was the owner or the manager. He replied he was not, just a worker. I told the worker he looked familiar. I hate when that happens . But hey it’s a small town. Compared to the larger cities nearby. It could have been in the grocery line. Who knows?
He explained to me that the owner was in the back. From a back door he emerged. He was an older fellow. Seemed to be what I expected in a place like this. I greeted him with a firm hand shake and handed him one of our business cards. He picked up the card and read it. He told me that some one of my Team members had called on numerous times a couple of years ago.
I told him there are other groups in the area. I asked him if he knew how popular was his place on the internet. It was a subject in a few forums on the net. I also let him know how much old buildings intrigued me. He opened up the conversation at this point. I let him know how his was one of my favorite,s and how I had to change my way to work. He laughed and replied how comfortable it was. He also laughed and said how he never had to advertise. His customers were old and new .I told him ‘nah the paranormal community is taking care of that. After a good laugh. I felt more comfortable. I asked him if the stories were true. He replied not all of them. He never knew how the rumor got out. At that moment I glanced over to his worker and he gave the look I am used to getting. A are you for real look. I simply smiled back and noticed the light fixture swinging back and forth . I proceeded at that moment to drift the conversation to a different level. I did not want to just start bombing him with questions. I took the conversation to his level and proceeded to comment on the quality and styles, structure of the rolls of carpet, from the manufactures to the composition of the thread. What can I say I love to read and research. After about 15 to 20 minutes of this I came at him again with the question. What was the real story?
His worker had slipped away from the office and went to the room in the back part of the office. He stuck his head out and loudly said “coffee is ready!” At that moment the ice broke between us. He looked at me over as he proceeded to walk to the back and replied over his shoulder “how about a coffee?” I kindly declined. I let him know I drink a pot in the morning so I’m wired as it is. He laughed. He noticed me looking at every crevice of the old hanger. I replied to him at how these buildings are just disappearing of the map. New structures replace the old ones. At that moment he informed me how the city had purchased the buildings North of him for street construction. He was surprised the street would curve around his building. He proceeded to let me know of future sale of the property. I informed him that it was sad. Due to the importance in the paranormal and historical society. As we continued our conversation I started to notice all of the exposed wiring the extra expired insulation. I noticed the big air conditioner hanging in the right hand corner. An old model for sure. Big blocky machine blowing air making the light fixture swing. Hmmm.
I asked him if he was first owner. He replied no but his relative was. He had put the hanger there when it was a avionic area. I asked him if anyone had perished in the location. He stated that there had never been a casualty. I proceeded in telling him, why he was going to sell it? He said his close relative ran it but when he decided to retire. He would sell it. Cant blame him. The property value in the Antelope Valley has boomed in the past few years. All those years put in to the community .You want to relax and live life. Specially in this wonderful place.
I studied the way the hanger was put together. Noticing the small break room which consisted of your basic supplies. No stoves or anything of that sort the separation from the front to the back warehouse was a simple wall with a storage on top referred to it as the second floor, must be about 18 feet long by about 8 feet wide. Rolls everywhere, samples, scraps and tons of carpet in the back, all electrical hanging, seemed the old style. Also the supports of the second floor were made of thick wood. Being all the way in there made it even more intriguing. I asked him why he would not allow a team to come in seeming he was a kind man. At that moment he replied because his wife did not believe in this sort of stuff. At that moment I left it at that.
Our conversations ranged from life here to his work. But my mind wanted the answers we all wanted. At this moment I felt it was my only reason. But patiently I waited for them. I asked him what was the story. Finally he started to talk He proceeded to tell
me that yeah he had seen a figure half of a man with no bottom. Appearing from the back door and just standing there staring at him . No composition just a dark purple light figure half up no legs and no face staring at him. As I was standing on the spot of such apparition. I looked at my surroundings a purple man??? What would TAPS or Sebar do. AHA! The answer in front of me or could it be? All the upper hanger windows were all covered in purple paper some missing in spots .Allowing the light to come through making a light show inside. The windows were high simulating skylights at an angle. I started to think what a coincidence a purple apparition, half body. (At a later time I happen to email a professional on P.P.E. and helped me come to my conclusion). I asked the owner of any improvements done to the place since the apparition. He said as he looked around “No.” I asked him of other instances and he said their was only about 5 instances that he felt paranormal activity was present. He proceeded to walk to the doorway of the break room and explain to me that the only ones who have ever felt anything was his wife and himself. In a chain of circumstances. As soon as it appeared it disappeared. I asked myself if the conscious mind played a part on this.
He continued to point upward towards the stairs as if allowing me to go take a look. I almost did but I noticed that there was no way of maneuvering up there. It was stacked with carpet in every direction. He claimed he heard noises up there. It was easily dismissed in my mind when I noticed many items on edges. He also said the third time was a empty roll of carpet, made out of cardboard, that got tossed at him. At that moment I noticed the large air blower could have had the strength to blow enough air, if at the right angle. The empty carpet rolls are pretty light and hollow. I asked him in what direction they came from. He pointed upward on top of the break room which was what the second floor consisted of .What a coincidence this is where a the air hit’s the hardest. Just a few feet away this is where the blower sat. At that moment I noticed the 8 foot long ,old style light fixture, hanging in chains rocking back and forth. Wow had I solved another one.. Could the blower be the cause for the tossed roll? He also explained to me that once his wife and himself heard noises in the back, while they were in the front office and they went home. But I also noticed the building is made of aluminum. A flock of pigeons could be heard easily. The shape of the building can carry the acoustics through out the building . Pretty much anything that would fall in their would make an unexplained noises come from somewhere else. He asked his worker if had felt or seen anything. He proceeded to reply that he had not felt nothing . That before this conversation he was not aware of any of this.
The owner asked me if I felt any presence in the building. I explained to him I was not a psychic or medium of some sort. I explained to him I was a Investigator only and that a lot of his experiences I could find a explanation for. I used modern available technology to the public. I explained to him the importance of this study and explained to him each piece of equipment we use and for what. He asked me what would I do with the evidence .I replied “present it to you and you decide.” He said he never wanted to talk to any paranormal researcher and he never gave them the time of day. I proceeded to ask him why me ? Why did you took the time with me? He replied “because your group seems and presented yourself different. I thanked him for the compliment. I asked him if he would ever allow us to investigate the place for about 2 hours in the evening. He said he would talk about it with his wife . But, even though he did not mind and seemed eager with our presence. He stated that the only time paranormal activity occurred was those instances. Never before or after. As a husband I know! His wife has declined at this moment for us to enter or anyone else. So, we all know in the house who runs the show. We might be the heads, but, the wife is the neck. With out it the neck the head would flop back and forth.
I proceeded to look at the clock .Oh my, I had spent over an hour talking to him. I proceeded to take the time to dismiss myself. Which disappointed me. It is not common to meet a true Lancaster resident. Someone who has been in the same spot for over 40 years a family owned property for over 60 years! The stories he must hold. In the moment I spoke to him I left wiser. I felt as if sitting on the floor listening to a wise man telling me of his tales of long ago. It made me realize I was a kid compared to him. I felt as if I knew nothing next to him. His stories of times when Sierra Hwy was a actual driven Hwy . A time before the 14 freeway was even ever a thought. Before the houses, the streetlights, shopping centers traffic and people everywhere . Wow! I could of spend a whole day listening to the stories of the good old times. Stories you will never find in any history book. Stories that as a child we took for granted and as an adult we search lost relics, ghosts, and so forth for the answers to our past and future. As I left I thank him and what an honor it was to talk to him. It reminded me of what my father told me the gray hairs are the wise ones. I truly hope one day I get the pleasure of sitting with him for a long conversation of those forgotten days.
As for the place what is my conclusion? Well I myself found a logical explanation to each one of the claims. From the purple apparition to the carpet rolls. To summarize each one. The purple apparition could have been a light reflection from the same color purple on the skylights playing a light show. Once your mind starts feeling this your subconscious mind puts thoughts for you. The weary feeling of a presence this can be related , possibly, to the exposed old wiring through out the entire building . Even though we did not have an EMF detector. You did not need one to come to this conclusion . The carpet roll tossed at him? After he described the direction and location and figuring out the approximate weight of the light and the power of the blower blowing . It could actually have the strength to blow a cardboard tube across from up to down. As for the noises ? This can be related to the building constantly settling down. Ex; The old timbers. The hundred of items in there. Birds landing on the building. There was thousands of explanations. In my mind I left with one thought. How rumors get started and grow. Even when I brought up how they named him George he laughed. He was the one that seen it and he did not know what it was. There was no record of a death and to believe that at the end of the rope. This strange incident ended up with a name.” George” . I also asked him about the mysterious claims of the phone ringing he smiled and shook his head , mumbling rummors .I leave you my readers with a final word. You decide yourself what is the story. Is it haunted or not? You decide for yourself. As for me I feel this place is not Haunted or carries no paranormal activity. But hey this is my own opinion. What is yours? To all fellow Ghost Hunters please respect the wishes of the owners and respect their privacy. They do not appreciate being bothered at all . We have been given a a rare opportunity. We will probably never have again. As a investigator I understood I represented all the paranormal community. So. I tried to get all the answers and chronologically write as much of the details as I could
Article Written by:
Masone
Dec 23, 2007
