Aurora Movie Poster Phenomenon pt. 3

30 08 2015

Twenty days later.  May 26, 2012.  A Saturday.  6:45 PM.

On a Saturday evening, if I am sitting at my “desk” (such as it was), then I am writing.  I remember that by this time I had filed the poster anomaly pictures from May 6 away under the category of “weird but whatever.”  I looked up from time to time at that lower left corner of the movie poster and didn’t see anything unusual and went on about my business.  As I said, the “desk” (actually an old dinette table) served several purposes…writer’s desk, home-school classroom for my son, place for my wife to put crap she didn’t know what else to do with.

We have to deal with the fact that the light coming through the window to my right and a little behind is obviously different than it was 20 days earlier when the first anomaly occurred.  It’s later in the day, for one thing, and of course in 20 days time the angle of the sunlight through the window had changed…shifted.

None of that mattered to me.  Then or now.  I looked up from my work and saw what you are about to see in the images that follow.  I saw it immediately.  Something entirely different than the first incident.  Something more obviously demonic.  In fact, the moment I saw it (before I leapt up to grab the camera and start snapping pictures) I immediately reclassified the first image as more benign.  This new anomalous image was clearly demonic in nature.

As with the first set of images, I am not going to give any description of what I saw.  Here is the evidence, either you see it or you don’t.  I will post an article at the end of my “Poster Anomaly” series in which I discuss openly what I see in these pictures.  Until then, I want to give anyone who cares to look a chance to form their own opinion as to the strangeness (or lack thereof) of these images.

Here are the photos from 5-26-12:

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Unlike the 5/6/2012 incident, this image persisted even when I got up from my chair and shot pictures from different angles.  In the last article of this series I will post the rest of the pictures from 5/27/2012 (the ones I began this series with) and explore a possible third manifestation.


Aurora Movie Poster Phenomenon Pt. 2

26 08 2015

As I alluded to in Part 1, we were going through some difficult times in Aurora, CO.  No need to get overly specific, just nothing was working right and there seemed to be constant unhappiness and negativity in our home.

I assumed that it was the locale.  We were strangers in a strange land during the time that we lived in Aurora, CO.  On more than one occasion my wife told me that she was experiencing strange feelings in the apartment where we lived, and she even went so far as to say that she believed it might be demonic in nature.

To my credit, I didn’t laugh.  We were about 700 miles from our real home.  All of my wife’s family was back in Oklahoma.  We didn’t know our ass from a hole in the ground in Denver , and we didn’t have enough money to go up into the mountains every weekend and ski or hike or whatever the hell it is those people do.  After five years of living in the area there were four or five main streets that we knew our way around on, and outside of that we risked getting lost.  Oklahoma City makes sense…numbered streets go east and west, named streets go north and south.  In Denver shit is named and numbered and going every which direction.  So we went nowhere, and it was not surprising (to me at least) that my superstitious wife was chalking all of our unhappiness up to some sort of demonic infestation.

So on a Sunday, a few days after she brought up the demonic angle, I was sitting in my “office” (pictured in Part 1) writing.  I looked up, as I am wont to do when I am thinking through a scene or searching for a particular turn of phrase, and happened to glance slightly to my right, at the CAT PEOPLE movie poster on the wall above my “desk.”  I immediately jumped up and grabbed my camera, convinced that what I was seeing would be gone by the time that I got back with it.  Here are those photos in the order that they were taken, from 3:26 PM to 3:30 PM, May 6, 2012:

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Now we get to the weird part.  And the difficult to write about part.  You see, I cannot tell you what I saw in these images.  To do so would be to set up a situation in which my commentary might induce or encourage a state of pattern recognition, a human tendency to perceive patterns or connections in random or meaningless information.  Many of my readers will remember the “backmasking craze of the late 70’s, early 80’s, when every musical record played backwards contained some sort of message, usually of satanic origin.  The funny thing was, you usually only heard these messages when someone playing the record backwards for you told you what to listen for.  This is the same thing.  I don’t want to tell you what to see, I need to see if you see anything at all in the images that I am posting.  I really need those comments in the comments section.  I can’t just call this what it obviously is because the minute that I do I have planted the image/notion/idea in your mind and invalidated my experience. Yes, one other person in the comments section says what it is and that does precisely the same thing…but then I come back and confirm it and then we can get past that part and begin legitimately tearing apart these images.  Please comment as to what you see (or don’t see…objective skepticism is most certainly welcome on this blog) in the comments section.

I think most of the people who look at these pictures will see what I saw.  I invite you all to comment in the comments section.  I understand from the outset that some will immediately try to explain the phenomenon as some trick of light and shadow.  That is quite alright.  Where it concerns these pictures I would like to point a few things out.

The orangey pictures are a result of me trying to get close-ups using the “close-up” feature while staying in the “natural” setting; I didn’t want to use a flash.  The last four pictures are when I jumped up and tried to capture the image from different angles.  I did not, one can’t help but notice.  So the skeptic in me was at that time ready to call this a case of “pattern recognition,” or whatever it is in our brains that wants to make sense out of random stuff.  But the skeptic in me was running a distant second to the regular me who was thinking holy shit!

If it had ended there I might have just let it go.  Another one of those weird things that have happened in my life.  But it didn’t end there.  Something even more extraordinary happened, almost three weeks later.

Next: Part 3 – The Second Manifestation

Aurora Movie Poster Phenomenon Pt. 1

25 08 2015

I have put off sharing this story for over three years now, largely because I doubted my abilities to relate it in an objective manner.  I needed time and distance from the incident to shape my perspective.  As well, I was reluctant at that time (and still am, truth be told) to expose myself to the kind of criticism and possible ridicule that these types of stories often generate, primarily that I am attempting to perpetrate some sort of hoax.  Perhaps I seek to draw attention to myself, or to advance an agenda.

Where it concerns the paranormal, or the supernatural, I have no agenda whatsoever.  I admit to a life-long interest in these subjects due to the influence of my mother, and as a science fiction and fantasy writer I am quite naturally drawn toward and open to “what if” scenarios and mysterious things.  That said, I have always considered myself an “open-minded skeptic.”  I have always felt that the majority of things deemed as supernatural or paranormal have perfectly natural and normal explanations.  On occasion things happen that seem to defy explanation, in which case I am very comfortable with the idea that such happenings might be caused by natural forces that we do not yet understand–odd, perhaps, but still well within the realm of normal (if rare) occurrence.  Finally, there are the outright hoaxers, people who purposefully muddy the waters of genuine paranormal research and investigation.  Supernatural hoaxes are an unfortunate phenomenon because the more bizarre, unexplainable, or even well-documented a supernatural incident might be, the more likely it is to be dismissed as a hoax by all skeptics, open-minded or otherwise.

For the record, I do not own a copy of Photoshop, that ubiquitous tool of the hoaxer’s trade.  I do own a copy of Photoshop Elements, which is, I think, a cheaper, watered down version of Photoshop.  However, I have been unable to use Photoshop Elements since the mid to late 2000’s.  The computer that I ran it on died, and when I went to install it again on another computer later I discovered that while I still had the program disk, I had lost or thrown away the plastic case that it came in.  Bad move since the registration code that I need to activate the software was printed on the back of the case.


The incident that I am about to describe took place on May 6, then again on May 26, 2012.  And I have pictures.

We were living in an apartment in Aurora, Colorado, near Denver, and had been there for about a year.  The neighborhood wasn’t the greatest, but it was a vast improvement over the hell-hole that we–for financial reasons–were forced to live in following our relocation from Oklahoma to Colorado a couple of years earlier.

It was an odd place right from the very beginning.  There was no central management or ownership of the complex.  Instead, all of the various apartment units were owned separately by leasing companies and private individuals.  What was an “apartment complex” to us had once been condominiums (albeit very small ones, in my opinion) and as the aged condo owners passed away or moved into retirement centers the “condos” were being bought up by leasing agents and rented out piecemeal. About one-third of the original condo owners remained, all in one small, very well-kept section of the complex, and around them lower middle-class renters like ourselves did our level best to reduce their property values.

But there were other oddities as well, more specific to the actual apartment unit that we were renting.  My son, then eleven years old, home-schooled, studious, and not one much for flights of fancy, began seeing UFO’s.  I remember the morning that he told me about it, listening in stunned fascination not because of what he claimed to have seen but because he related the incident in such a matter-of-fact way.

He woke up (he said) and felt like he needed to look out of his bedroom window.  When he did he saw an object that at first appeared to him like a “castle,” around two or three feet tall, moving very slowly down the lane between the row of cars parked in front of our building and the building across the lane.  He said that it was about three or four feet off of the ground and moving very slowly, so slow that he could not believe anyone else hadn’t seen it.  While he watched, the object suddenly (and in his words) “went berserk with colors, then turned into a diamond shape,” at which point it flew off over the neighborhood and out of his sight.

I have no idea what he saw, or if he saw anything at all.  It seems most likely that he dreamed the entire incident.  I only mention it because it was one of the odd things that were occurring in this apartment prior to incident that I experienced.  My son had never “seen things” before we moved to that apartment, and he hasn’t “seen” anything since.  Being a normal kid, and given the inordinate amount of attention we paid to him and his story at the time, you might think that he would have had many more such “sightings.”  But while he did stay up late and stare out of his bedroom window for the next week or so, he never reported any other strange encounters.

My wife swore that there was someone…or something…else in the apartment.  This was a lot easier to dismiss because my wife has a superstitious streak about a mile wide, and she has made similar claims in just about every place we have ever lived.  She hated Denver from the moment that we arrived there and went out of her way to accentuate the negative in any place or situation that we found ourselves in while we were there.  I remember being quite angry at her for it.  I had busted my ass to get us out of the crappy apartment complex we had been living in into a better, safer place.  But instead of getting better, things seemed to be getting worse.  There was this aura of negativity and anger that seemed to permeate the whole apartment, but there didn’t seem to be any reason for it.  By any measure or definition you wanted to choose, things were getting better for us.  But my wife and I were arguing and fighting more than at any other time in our marriage.  I began to drown myself in video games and alcohol, nearly abandoning the fiction and poetry writing that I had so thoroughly enjoyed before.


From age 18, when I moved out of my mother’s house, one room of whatever house or apartment that I have ever lived in has been reserved for my “office.”  Up to now the only really useful thing that I have ever accomplished in my “office” is to conduct my son’s home schooling there.  Now-a-days you would call it a “man cave.”  When I am not teaching I piddle around there on a few writing projects, drink beer and play video games.  The following pictures give you a good idea of the office setup that I had in our apartment in Aurora.

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Finally, a few “overview” type pictures focusing primarily on an old movie poster above my “desk” that became the focal point for the odd manifestation that I have decided to share.  The lamp in the foreground was only used at night, while I worked on my writing projects.  It was never turned on during the day and was not on in any of the pictures that follow.  The only reason that it is there at all is because, at least in my experience, apartments in the Denver/Aurora area do not have overhead ceiling lamps…you know, the kind that come on when you flip the switch by the door.  Not supernatural but just as weird, if you ask me.

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You will notice by the dates and times that these pictures were taken at the end of the incident that I am about to describe.  The reason is that it did not occur to me until after the second incident,” on 5-26-12, that something truly remarkable had occurred, and that I had (accidentally, almost) managed to capture it on my digital camera.  A day later the latent freelance writer in me realized that I was probably going to write a story about what had happened, and I would probably need some “establishing” shots of the room and poster in question.

next, Pt. 2 … Strange images appear

Back in the VAC

25 07 2015

I am resurrecting my old blog, Vacuum Genesis.  While I gather new material and information for your reading pleasure, feel free to check out some of the old stuff from this blogs earlier incarnation. I am working on updating the archives.  It may take me a few to figure out how to make this all work, I’m a bit rusty.  But it should be worth it.  Coming soon: my own personal story of a demonic infestation, with pictures!  Stay tuned!

The bad thing about…

11 07 2015

…posting on your blog once every, oh, 5 or 6 years, is that you have to relearn the process every g.d. time.  What’s with all the upgrade crap?  I want to write words and add pictures every now and again.  That’s like two or three buttons.  It was working fine before.  Anyway, if they have a button for it then I suppose I will be back with some more fascinating stuff.

7-20-12, Aurora

21 07 2012

I’ve been examining my feelings about the Aurora massacre all day long.  The tragedy happened about 2.5 miles northwest of me, almost precisely half as far away as I was from the Alfred P. Murrah building when Timothy McVeigh blew it up.  I’m not comparing the two.  I was a responder at the OKC event, and I know from personal experience that it was of a different order of magnitude compared to the event at the movie theater here in Aurora, CO.

But I feel almost exactly the same.  There is this horrible sadness.  Even though I didn’t lose any loved ones at that theater, I feel this sense of loss.  I know what the family members of people who were killed have lost.  I know what the people who were injured have lost.  What have I lost?  Why do I feel this way?

I remember about five months after the OKC bombing I was at the State Fair.  In a particular building they were displaying these panels which had come from all over the country, and upon which people had written messages to express their love and concern for us in Oklahoma after the event.  I remember that I started crying.  Just out of nowhere tears were coming down my cheeks, because I had totally blocked the bombing from my mind over those scant few months.

I was born in Oklahoma…raised in Colorado…spent most of my adult life in Oklahoma…moved back to Colorado.  I’ve had my heart broken in both states.

And I love them both dearly.  I sincerely pray for God’s “peace that surpasses all understanding” for the people and the families devastated by this tragedy in this–my current home town–Aurora, Colorado.  I can tell you from experience, those who have suffered in this tragedy…

There is an end to every nightmare.

Is there anyone other than me who…

17 04 2012

…is starting to wish that we would have gotten flying cars instead of the Internet?