The Kea Milling Plant in Murrieta, California

It was a late Sunday night, a full supermoon began to emerge from the distant hills of Murrieta, California. The cool summer breeze was present with a hint of wheat aroma. Urban graffiti was sprawled across every corner of this eerie building. A hot burst of air made it self present that night, though nobody was concerned. Eyes wandered more into a picture of what this mill used to represent. Strange noises began to manifest as you can hear the past sawing and milling that use to happen.

The Kea Milling Plant was family owned and the myth that surrounds the mill is, A family consisting of five ran a small shopkeep next to the mill and managed the mill itself. The father overlooked most of the operations, though he became distant in the following years, eventually disconnecting himself from reality. No sickness was ever diagnosed with the father, it just seemed as if he had become possessed or driven by a supernatural divinity. The children and mother looked after their beloved father.

Picture of The Kea Milling Plant
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One night on a night like this supermoon present, the father grabbed his shotgun he used for protection. Grabbed multiple shells and began to randomly shoot his family one by one. And when everyone was killed a unexplained fire manifested itself as if it was from hell, burning down the shopkeep and part of the mill. Killing instantly the father as he tried to make an exit after.

Though you can possibly hear the wailing and crying of each family member in the summer breeze, their spirits wander the mill, in hopes of redemption of someone possibly crossing them into the light. It is said to been reported a small girl child manifesting itself at the second floor window from the mill stairs. And if you catch the glimpse of this child, sadness overcomes you and you get extremely sad.

The Kea Milling Plant was boarded up with cement doors to prevent any entry. Many still visit the plant and squander around in hopes of any manifestations of ghosts. Though the spirits linger, we wish those spirits to be left undisturbed and helped crossed into the light for peace.

Haunted Mission San Juan Capistrano Cemetery

The soft groans and cry from a distance sent chills down my spine, I didn't know what to expect exploring into the late hours of the night. The Haunted Mission San Juan Capistrano Cemetery summoned me to venture into exploring the paranormal in this spooky place. Many of San Juan Capistrano’s oldest residents are buried here, along with Native Americans and Civil War veterans. The most famous ghost said to haunt the cemetery, however, is none other than a Spanish folklore "The Crying Lady." Many know this story of a young lady who was torn apart by her partner's deceiving actions, she subconsciously murdered her children by a nearby mountain creek, drowning them in hopes her partner will return to help. Her restless soul wanders those dried up river creeks, seeking her children, crying and wailing far-distances.

Rustling of the leaves nearby caused paranoia, as fear began sinking in. Something manifested into a brilliant light aura from a nearby namestone, than rapidly turned into a brilliant orb dashing across fields playfully. These types of manifestations are mistakenly labeled as car lights in the distances or fireflies. This wasn't the case, spirits or intelligent orb manifestations have been recorded by old cemetery keepers in old historic archives. For the dead it is said the day is the hour of sleep, for the night it was hour of activity. Were old hindered spirits coming out to express restlessness or joyfulness.

Manifestations occurred but rest assure, any cemetery be treated with respect if you ever visit. As for the dead rest, and the living live in wickedness. These researches are conducted on behalf of entertainment and knowledge bases. San Juan Capistrano's old past still have paralleled worlds colliding with our living realm spiritually. Eerily hearing the cries of help from the old past.

Picture of the old cemetery by day, spooky by night.
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