PHOTOS - girls, horses, aprons, and pianos

THOUGHTS - What's Cookin'

  So... today's the last day and if I get all of November's schoolwork done this month, I can have all of December off. Is it going to happen?
  I'm currently reading a paragraph in my History, and writing a sentence on my blog. Yes, I think it'll work.
  Some things you might not know about me:
~I do not have a facebook
~I like chewing gum, even with braces
~one of my feet is larger than the other
~when I'm bored or nervous I bite my lip
~I love to cook
~I love three !!! points in a row
   So there. That's a few random things. Also, I work for a quaint little magazine company called, "The Little Encourager," and I'm the assistant first editor! (Actually, my family owns the buisness and we do it in our home, but hey, it's okay, it works. =P We have a lot of subscribers - it's cool, but a lot of work.) If you are interested, email  thelittleencourager_newsletter@yahoo.com . We do it mostly for teens and kids, but you can totally subscribe if you're older than that. We have lots of people that do. We write mostly just family stuff, quote, little stories and stuff like that. It's usually black-and-white, but sometimes we do the cover in color, or the picture page in color.
  I think I've covered quite a lot! (In History and for my blog!)
We'll see you later,
Emily

THOUGHTS - What I love about Sunday

I really love Sunday, so I'm going to give you half of one-hundred divided by four plus point five reasons why I love it!

I love Sunday because (of)...
or
I'm thankful for Sunday because (of)...

1. Fried chicken. Mm mm. If we're not going out to eat, mom gets fried chicken and we go home. I think that's my favorite Sunday meal.
2. My pastor. I really am so happy that we have one now, I could scream for joy! It's such a blessing to hear truth and know it's right.
3. Dressing up. I love to dress fancy, and even if it's just a skirt and a blouse, I love wearing frilly things! (Or lacey things.)
4. My parents. The way they stand up for truth is amazing.
5. My friends. Heather, Mandy, Aaron, Keaton, Julie, Julie (2), Sister Green, the list goes on...
6. I get to study out my bible. My bible is very special to me, it's really a priveledge to have it.
7. God's spirit is always with us.
8. The songs. I love hymns, especially if it's a slow or almost sad hymn, then again, I like 218 and 413 also!
9. Winter days. I will always remember the way the 'weather' smells/ed when it was/is -20*.
10. Cedar. Sister DinahRaye makes wonderful cedar wreaths. Mmm... the smell.
11. My daddy. Need I say more?
12. Micah. (The pastor's son.) He is so cute! (He's five years old by the way.)
and 13. I'm thankful that it's Sunday now, because I've waited forever for it to be Sunday, and I'll have to wait six whole days before the next one!

~Miss Emily

PHOTOS -

I think these are adorable pictures...
Aprons

Girls and horses

Girls and pianos

STORY - The Girl in the Camera

  I was indian-cross-legged (sitting) on the floor of my living room, feeling helpless and alone. My father stood beside and to back of me. I fought back tears. There were boxes of my wife's things all around me. All bundled up and ready to go.
Away. Anywhere from here. Just not in my sight.
I snagged a picture of me and her off the wall to my right. She was so beautiful. She was so perfect. It isn't fair. My father, holding my camera, knelt down to show me a picture.
    "Look at this one," He pointed, "she looks like an angel."
I tried to smile, but it was so incredibly impossible, I instead let out a tear. "She is." I replied. He nodded his head, "You mean now?" he prodded the next button, moving on to the next picture. "Yeah." I answered.
    Suddenly, I found myself in a world of confusion. The sun was bright, the waves were crashing, I was not in my living room any longer. I looked around. Tom. Bradey. My friends. Trish. Kelly. Their wives. They were are alive and talking.
    Again, just as expeditious, I was in another divergent world... and this time with my cousin. On one side were he and I. On the flip-side, was ... my dad. He sat, looking confused. He was in my house. I was...
                                                                    in my camera.
    I remembered the scenes now. Oh yes: Tom, Trish, Bradey and Kelly were with me and my wife at our 10th wedding anniversary on the Oregon coast. The next was me and my cousin at my dad's house.
Then I remembered. There was a picture of me and my wife about fifteen down. I yelled to my dad.
    "Dad! DAD!!! Press the right button! Press the right button!"
He heard me. I flipped through picture after picture, almost loosing my balance. Then, I saw her. My wife. She was just as I remembered her. Beautiful. I waved to my dad.
    "Hold it! STOP!" He stopped pressing the buttons. He seemed to be asking me a question, but I just couldn't seem to hear him. I remembered a Sharpie pen I had in my jeans pocket to write on the packed boxes with. I pulled it out, and wrote on my hand,

                                                                  LEAVE ME!

    I saw him crying. I saw him nod. Then I heard him say, "I've lost her. Now I'm losing him, too." Then he pressed the power button, and I was forever, eternally with my wife.
~----~----~----~----~----~----♥----~----~----~----~----~----~


    I found this story (it's actually a 3 minute youtube video) from a home school site. I thought it was pretty cool. Do you get it? See, the guy looses his wife. (She dies.) Then he's putting away her stuff and he somehow gets into her camera. Pretty neat idea, huh?
You gotta watch the little clip, though. It's pretty neat. If I ever find the URL again, I'll give it to you.

THOUGHTS - Eyes

BROWN: Your eyes have hints of mystery, sparkles of delight, and tints of chocolate with a touch of dew.
 
GREEN: Your eyes behold rich luscious emeralds, they represent a spring day with glistening trees, the branches soft, fresh and kind. 

BLUE: Blue eyes are like calm waters, slashing and dancing over grey rocks and overseeing the world.

I love green eyes... I don't know why. They always sent me flying. Once I saw this lady, with the most greenest (is that a word?) eyes EVER. Seriously. I was in Costco, and just walkin' around, and Oh my Word!!! I walked by this lady with red, curly hair, and BRIGHT grass-green eyes. (sigh...) I don't even know why, but I hope that my future husband has green eyes so I can just stare at his eyes...Anyway, I walked up to the lady and said, "I loooove your eyes! They are sooooo beautiful!" She laughed, and said, "Oh! Thankyou! That was very sweet." I even got a chance to see if they were contacts... *sigh* they were, but they were still awesome. =)

STORY - Time to Vent

Everyone needs time to vent. Read my story below, how I deal with stress:

      The little things that bother me in life can sometimes cause me to want to scream. Well, that's not exactly Christian, so, instead of screaming, I came up with a way to spew my "anger." When something disruptive happens, I say, "I'm going to go vent." And I go outside. Yesterday I took a brisk jog to our pond, and contained myself there. I discovered though, if I'm still containing myself, it really isn't helping any. So, today, at the first thing that caught my lip and started to drag it, I put on my tennishoes and went for a walk. After chatting for about fifteen minutes to (no-one in particular, mostly the birds), I returned home to a peaceful house once again. Later that day, something made me really angry, so I left the house in such a whirl, that I "accidentally on purpose" left my shoes. Meaning: I didn't want to take the time to put my shoes on. Anyway, I jogged here and there, then squished my bare toes in some muuuuud, then went to the climbing rope. (Mind you, not the rope swing, or the swings, just the original rope-hanging-out-of-a-tree, to climb... straight up, not swing on. Anyway, after climbing up and down it a few times, my arms grew weary of that, so I contemplated on visiting one of my tree-houses. One is a tree house, and the other is a tree fort. the difference is, the latter is twenty feet high, and the first is more like fifteen. My, my, dear child. I do declare that I can get side tracked quite a lot. (Never mind.) All right, so where was I? Oh yes. After noticing there was no ladder to the tree house, and the only way of access was climbing up the tree fort, to get to the rope which hung from one tree fort to the other. Anyway, you could climb monkey-bar style across from one fort to the other, if you really wanted to. Because of my slightly less love-of-heights, I decided to ditch that idea completely. Upon thinking this all through, a twig whizzed past my right ear, nicking it ever-so-slightly. I ducked, and spun around, looking for the weapon-bearer. To my surprise, a dirty faced boy with a back pack on his back stood in front of me. But, not seeing me, picked up another twig and pressed on. His brother (I assume it was his brother, for they looked very much alike, both with dark hair and eyes, and tanned skin.) Anyway, his older brother creeped up behind him, also bearing a sword, and the battle was great. I retained my hidden place, and knelt perfectly still for more than fifteen minutes while they were engaged in a horrible war. Soon enough, the sister of the two hollered, "Hey, guys, you're leaving me out!" But the heat was on. Neither heard this damsel in distress, nor tried to save her. They were to busy trying to kill the other so one might have victory. As I took all this in, another two faces came into view. One, looking quite like the first three, and the other not at all --- with red hair, and freckles. The four engaged in a more terrible battle yet! Striking each other here and there, but none of them ever dying. Finally, after about thirty minutes or so, the dear maiden gave up, and left them to each other's doom. After realizing this most-important being was absent, the four knights left, three in one direction, and one in the opposite, and leaving me to assume, that they were all fighting for the Lady. I stood, but thanks to my sleepy foot, plummeted back upon the ground.

Oh! I thought. Why am I here?!? Looking around, I thought a while. And with no shoes!

Ah, yes. I was venting. But what made me so mad as to leave with out my shoes? And now....

What was I doing?

STORY - Unlikely Appearances

 “"Nothing is unlikely anymore.” Everyone in the court-room stopped to listen, my father, Sir King Golen DeViine-may he live forever- also listened intently to me. “nothing catches my attention, makes me laugh or makes me spit. But even so, I laugh and spit and scowl. Only when I have to, mind you, I only smiled for my father and very rarely but sometimes I smile or laugh for my mother, just to see her smile.  You cannot blame me for it though. Who likes their future husband to be an ugly ogre, four and a half decades old, with yellow teeth and a bushy mustache? Not me.”

Some of the women cocked their heads.

“I like a man who is young, sun tanned, and acts like a gentlemen; with dark hair and clean-shaven cheeks, someone who is tall–but not ginormous–and he takes care of his white teeth, and so on and so forth.  A civilized king would not have chosen this goof of a ‘prince’–if he could be called a ‘prince’ at all–no. A good king like my uncle Sir King Frederick von Delough of Larrisadeh, would've given me any man I wanted for a husband I would want.”

Guard Lindrick and Guard Shandel rested their strong hands on my shoulders. “I shall refrain from that subject though.” They let off. “It depresses me so much. I shall speak of the ball. At the mother’s “Duchess and Ladies of the Court” grand highness ball tonight at midnight, I shall conjure up a speech. Maybe mother shall listen to me since her subjects are watching. I do so hope Mistress Madlienare of Shiretown is there. She will cheer me up. But she won’t cheer mother enough to convince her that PrinceOuferling Demm of Channtila does not deserve me. Maid Grellie should have my gown ready.” I stomped away, calling after my maid. I knew father was stricken with grief. He didn't know all that. Hedidn't even know what PrinceOuferling Demm of Channtila looks like! He just knows his father. And he never ever thought that I didn't approve of him because I never spoke up like that. In fact, the last time I had spoken up like so was when I was six years old. I am thirteen now.

“Grellie show me my gown.” I ordered, trying not to slouch. “Yes ma’am.” She disappeared behind the door to my closet–another immense room.

“Here ‘tis, ma’am.” I smiled and gloated at it.

“Should it look good on me? And fit? Did you make sure the size is correct? Did they measure me correct?” I gave Grellie a worried glance. “It looks… tiny.” I slid my slippers off and glided to the dressing room–another room of its own. She brought the dress and snatched a ribbon for my hair from the shelf above my stool. She unbuttoned my dress and took off my petticoat. She then held up a stretchy thing.

“’Mind turning and holdin' this ma’am?” She asked me. I gasp. “ME?” She shook her head. I giggled. “Just goofing around. Sure.” She smiled and handed me two strings. Thicker than yarn, but thinner than ribbon. She wrapped it around my waist, hips and rear. Then, she asked for the string. I handed her it, not knowing what was coming next. Then, I almost lost my tea. She had laced the string through the stretch–material and pulled on it. Hard. She laced it through the next two holes and pulled again. This time I couldn't breath. “What,”–gasp–, “is this?” She put her hand over my mouth.

“Hold on. Hush and I’ll tell you. Breath shorter.” I concentrated on breathing ‘shorter’. “It’s a corset. I thought you knew! It makes your stomach smaller.” I took it as an insult.

“Uh! Are you saying my belly is fat?” 

She smirked. “Am I?” 

I gawked. “Uh!” I pulled away. I tried to slouch while she fixed my hair but the ‘corset’ made me sit perfectly strait. I hated it. After she was finished, I walked into my room and gloated at myself in the mirror. I loved it! And my hair–was gorgeous!

“Thank you, Grellie.” I had one more thing to do. I slipped on my tiara and stroll out into the garden for some ‘rehearsing’ before the ball. The green leaves were amazing! I held my gown out and admired the lace. After an hour or so, I heard the bell from the Lafayette Tour and ran to the ball-room so to not make myself late.

No-one was there. It was empty. I creased my brows and asked into nowhere, “Is anyone here?” Then I heard the band, and an arm grabbed my wrist. I shook my head around, and gasp. It was a gentleman! A handsome gentleman! With dark brown hair and clean, white teeth. And he was definitely not and ogre. I blushed. “May I have the advantage of seeking your name?” Half of his face smiled. The other half was unsure. “I’m … my name isOuferling Demm of Channtila, the son of King Dillion. Please call meDemm.” I gasped. “PrinceDemm! How long have you been…here… at the castle?” He smiled a mischievous grin and stated, “Long enough. So, dear Maiden. Princess of  Enatturimoe, may I ask a quizzical question?” I turned my head and looked at the other ladies, dancing and laughing, and here I was with my future husband, whom I’d called an ogre… and he certainly was not. “I assume so.” I answered.

            “Since I am your future husband, and you do not like ogres,” I blushed, “Do I look like an ugly ogre, four and a half decades old, with yellow teeth and a bushy mustache?” Now, I was not only blushing, but so hot, I thought I might faint! In fact, that’s just what I

did. I fainted! Right there!"

The moral of this story, is to always assume the best in people. Even if you hate the idea, never assume something horrid about someone else. It only gets you into trouble. God doesn't want us to think the worst of people, or talk foolishly about anyone. Proverbs 5:1 - My son, attend unto my wisdom, and bow thine ear to my understanding.

Think if you were on the receiving end. Pretend you were Prince Demm. You would feel like saying, ‘My own well-known friend, who I trusted, turned against me!’ (PR 41:9) The bible says a friend loves at all times. Not just when he/she feels like it. And you never know... your prince charming could be watching you! But... don't assume that. Someone is always watching you... God.

NEWS - Sandpoint Football!

Yay! The Bulldogs are going to state! I'm very happy for them, they're a great team!

They are a great, powerful team! Fisher and Hecker are great players.

SANDPOINT — Balanced offense, run-stuffing defense and some exceptional playmaking helped Sandpoint take down Raymond, the No. 1 ranked high school team in Alberta, 34-14 Friday night during Homecoming football action at Barlow Stadium.

The play of the game for Sandpoint (5-2), and perhaps the play of the season to this point, came on the final snap of the first half. Linebacker Luther Morgan sniffed out a double-pass and broke on the cross-field throw, intercepting the pass and sprinting 37 yards to paydirt to give the Bulldogs a commanding 27-7 lead heading into halftime.

“Not only did he blitz, but he saw what was happening and read it perfectly,” said Bulldogs defensive coordinator Casey McLaughlin, whose stingy unit continues to impress and improve. “He’s such a great athlete and he just had a great game.”

The Bulldogs defense absolutely shut down the Comets (5-1) rushing attack, holding them to just six yards rushing on the night, an almost unheard of number.


For the second straight game, Ben Fisher did yeoman work rushing the football, finishing with 164 yards on 25 carries, helping a balanced Bulldog offense churn out 20 first downs to dominate time of possession. Cody Hecker finished with 85 yards on 10 carries, as the Bulldogs ground out 309 yards, eclipsing the 300 yard mark for the second consecutive game.

A running game is a quarterback’s best friend, and Daniel Charvoz used it to his advantage, throwing three touchdown passes to three different receivers in the balanced offensive attack.

A 17 yard strike to Hecker gave the Bulldogs an early 7-0 lead, before Raymond answered with a touchdown pass from quarterback Brady Baker to even the score at 7-7 in the first quarter.

John Dye hauled in a seven yard touchdown catch, followed by a two yard run from Ben Fisher, before Morgan’s interception capped an explosive 20 point second quarter, breaking the spirit of a very good Canadian team, which played under U.S. rules.

“I was happy to see them play 11 man instead of 12,” said Bulldogs coach Mike Mitchell, whose team lost 42-20 last year while having to adjust to the Canadian rules.

Mike Hubbard hauled in his sixth touchdown catch of the year to make it 34-7, before Baker threw his second touchdown for the lone score in the fourth quarter.

Sandpoint has a bye week, before heading to Moscow for what figures to be the game of the season against a very dangerous Bears team.

Raymond   7    0    0    7 — 14

Sandpoint  7   20   7    0 — 34

SHS — Cody Hecker 17 catch from Daniel Charvoz (Daniel Anderson kick)

RHS — Dillon Prince 6 catch from Jimmy Ralph (Jordan Oler kick)

SHS — John Dye 7 catch from Charvoz (Adam Crossingham kick)

SHS — Ben Fisher 1 run (kick blocked)

SHS — Luther Morgan 37 interception return (Crossingham kick)

SHS — Mike Hubbard 16 catch from Charvoz (Crossingham kick)

RHS — Jimmy Ralph 15 yard pass from Brady Baker (Jordon Oler kick)

Team Stats    SHS    RHS

First Downs      20    8

Rushes-yds       309    6

Receiving yds   139    252

Passing            10-15-0    21-35-1

Punts-Ave         1-30    3-25.33

Fumbles-Lost     2-2    1-0

Penalties-yds     4-40    5-25

Individual Stats

Rushing: SHS Ben Fisher 25-164, Cody Hecker 10-85, Daniel Charvoz 1-1, Luther Morgan 4-24, Mike Hubbard 3-20, Anthony Gold 4-15: RHS Rushing: Dillon Prince 6-17, Jimmy Ralph 5-(-17), Connor Ralph 3-6, Brady Baker 4-0

Receiving: SHS Cody Hecker 1-17, Mike Hubbard 3-45, Ben Fisher 3-42, AJ Smith 2-26, John Dye 1-7. RHS Connor Ralph 2-22, Jordon Oler 3-21, Brady Baker 1-5, Keith Pickering 1-9, Jimmy Ralph 10-153, Dillon Prince 4-42

Punt Returns: Ben Fisher 1-15

KO Returns: Anthony Gold 2-13.  Jimmy Ralph 3-90

QB: Daniel Carvoz 10-13-0, 139 yds: Brandon Hawkins 0-2-0,0.

NEWS - Ghost!

Of course, it was Friday the 13th, so the newspaper in our region just had to post a ghost story!!!
Here it is...
(Read on for an explanation of 'ghost'.)
I do not claim to own anything; I have written this story out from the Coeur d'Alene Press, by David Gunter, Feature Correspondent. I did not change anything or rewrite anything in quotation marks.

"Sandpoint --- There is a nightly show at the Panida Theater, one that is acted out long after everyone else goes home and the place is locked up for the night. When stage lights dim and the marquee blinks its last, ghosts that lurk in dark corners and at the top of narrow flights of stars are free at last to roam around in the inky blackness of the old theater. At least, that's the official finding of a paranormal research team who spend the night in the Panida on Sept. 9. Four investigators devoted the early evening hours to wiring the Panida with ghost-hunting technology. Once the equipment was in place, they were locked in to spend the next eight hours combing every corner of the building in hope of an otherworldly encounter."
(And by the way, it's not suppose to say, 'another worldly', it's suppose to say what it says!)
"...It was sometime around midnight when the first spectral visitor appeared, according to Jenn Deer, who operates Inland Northwest Paranormal Research with her husband, Mike. 'There was an apparition in the audience - a guy,' she said. 'He was standing in the far corner of the auditorium. He was a larger gentleman with a  round face. It was almost like he had a beard of a mustache. He just stood there and watched, like he was taking an interest in what we were doing.' With digital recorders in hand, the researchers attempted to make verbal contact with the mysterious man in the corner, but to no avail. When anyone came to close, they said, he simply faded to black. Another recorder, however, did pick up audio that was later analyzed and transcribed by the team. Stationed in the upstairs office, this digital device captured a conversation that, apparently, has been going on for a very long time. ... For years, theater management and staff have spoken of hearing voices as they climbed the steps to the theater office. At first, these individuals would open the door, expecting to find someone on the phone or in the middle of a meeting. The rattle of the doorknob and the creak of a hinge, they soon learned, always stopped the conversation short. 'So we put a digital recorder in the office as part of the investigation and we caught the conversation,' Mike Deer said. 'We got audio where the first voice says, 'Get out of here' and a second voice says, 'Fine - just let her have it then.' It's two women's voices in what sounds like a heated discussion,' he added. the agitated words might have been hissed back and forth at the top of these stairs for much of the theater's 80-plus-year history. Given that this is a disembodied disagreement, the exchange could well go on forever. 'It's what we call a 'residual,'' Mike explained. 'It's something that happened in the past that just plays itself over and over again. ... 'There are both 'intelligent and residual hauntings at the Panida,' Jenn said. 'An intelligent haunting interacts with the visitor. A residual prepeats itself like a tape loop.' She had her own brush with the intelligent aspect of the other side while attempting to make contact during a sweep through the theater's second-floor meeting room. 'I had dropped my pen in the dark and said, 'Where'd my pen go?'' the paranormal investigator said. 'I didn't hear anything at the time, but when we reviewed our recording, there was a lady's voice - fairly loud - the replied, 'On the floor.' 'We actually saw a couple of apparitions,' she went on. 'Along with the one in the audience, there as one in the dressing room.' ... If Mike Deer had been alone, it would have been understandable if descending into the theater basement in the wee hours of the morning played tricks on his mind. But he was accompanied by another team member who, sitting with him in the windowless dressing room, shared a 'What was that?' moment in the dark. 'We both thought we saw movement,' Mike said, 'It would be there and then it was gone, in regular intervals.' The night visitor appeared to be stepping in and out of the doorway that separated the dressing room from an adjoining restroom. When Mike crept over to have a loser look, he got an eyeful. 'There was a woman with dark hair standing there dressed in something like bloomers.' he said. 'She looked at me for a couple of seconds and then dissapeared. I asked, 'Where are you? Where did you go?' After that, I felt something push on my flashlight from behind. 'I turned around and nothing was there.' ... The team from Inland Northwest Paranormal Research came loaded for, well, ghosts, when in showed up to investigate the Panida Theater. A total of six cameras - four of them infrared - were set up in hot spots around the building. 'We paced them anywhere people had told us they might have felt something or experienced something in the past,' said Mike. 'The infrared camera system is kind of like a home security system that sees in the dark.' Along with several digital audio recorders, the researchers swept the theater with a hand held electromagnetic field detector, looking for spikes in electromagnetic activity. A digital ambient thermometer monitored the main auditorium to determine whether there were any sudden changes in the room temperature. Two years earlier, a psych's was asked to visit the theater and share any images and impressions that arose. That individual same equipped with only the natural instincts and heightened awareness that helped her on the job. 'We're not alone,' she said after several minutes of stand silently in the dark. 'There is an entity here that associated so much of what they did with who they are that even death could not break that.' She sensed the presence of a younger woman, the psychics revealed, but there was a much bolder spirit in attendance. 'There is a very definite male energy here,' she said. 'Very strong. My sense is that in life, he was a good sized man. Hardy. He loved to play act and he became the character he played.' A big guy who loves to play act. A larger gentleman who looked like he might have3 had a beard. Old-timers around Sandpoint would tell you those descriptions sound an awful lot like the former Panida manger, and , eventually, theater owner Floyd Gray, who played to packed houses when he climbed into overalls and glued on a fake beard to entertain them as variety show host Farmer Gray. Jenn Deer was only vaguely familiar with the Farmer Gray years and hadn't heard that someone else preciously had registered the psyches reverberations of both male and female spirits in the classic downtown movie house. 'But if that's what she experienced, she was pretty much right on,' the researcher said. ... Paranormal researchers and psyches investigators alike agree that the Panida is populated with genial ghosts. The big guy in the corner of the theater seems to have a special fondness for visitors. 'He co7uld fell like a threatening presence, but truth is, never hurt a soul,' the psyches report in 2007.' He has fun with people who come here now.'            ' It was very welcoming - they seemed to enjoy having us there,' said Jenn Deer. 'It felt like they were friendly,' her husband added. 'They were still hanging around the theater, just like they did in life.' Inland Northwest Paranormal Research finally left the theater a little before dawn on Sept. 10th, carrying out a load of equipment and taking home hours of audio and video material to review. This past week, the team closed the book on this ghostly sojourn and made its findings public. 'My report states that the Panida Theater does have paranormal activity,' Mike said. 'that was our final conclusion,' Jenn agreed. 'We wrote: 'This place is definitely haunted.''"

I'm sorry to report this, but the only reason Jenn and Mike felt comfortable with those spirits is because Jenn and Mike are those spirits. No, they aren't the same spirits, but they have the same spirits inside of them. If a christian, who has Jesus Christ inside their heart and is living sin-free, went into that theater on the same night as Jenn and Mike did, their spirits would be miserable. Well, just the fact that they were in a theater would make them miserable, but you get the gist. The Panida Theater is swimming with witchcraft. Most likely, the owner was in the occult. The book, The Haunting will well describe witchcraft for you. Google books says,
"The occult is a very real influence for today's youth--and the world is only too eager to exploit their curiosity about the supernatural. Tyndale and Bill Myers, cocreator of McGee and Me!, counteract the deceptions presented by immensely popular titles with an innovative approach to juvenile fiction--the Forbidden Doors series. Insightful and straightforward, each volume tackles spiritual warfare by presenting biblical truths through realistic situations and characters.
#4 The Haunting--Scott and Rebecca's greatest enemy, the Ascension Lady, has come to Becka for help! She wants to hold a seance to free the spirit of a little girl that has been haunting an old mansion in town. Then a series of eerie experiences lead Becka and Scott to wonder if what is haunting the old mansion in town is a ghost--or demons.
Soon they are caught up in their most dangerous encounter yet--and it will take a miracle to bring them through safely." I encourage you to read the Christian book.
What I'm saying is, ghost's aren't real. At all. Ghost: the soul of a dead person, a disembodied spirit imagined, usually as a vague, shadowy or evanescent form, as wandering among or haunting living persons. Demon: an evil spirit, devil, or fiend. You have to understand that people's ghost's don't wander around haunting other people. Spirits take the form of ghosts, and deceive you into thinking they are ghosts, and play act. Just like in theater.

There's my belief.

SONG - I Can Trust Jesus

Listen here!

Vs 1   God picked up a sparrow that could no longer fly

He-brushed off its wounds and-then watched it soar into the-sky…

If-He’s mindful of creation on-this I can de-pend…

I am His child

And-I can place all my trust in Him

Cho   I can trust Jesus

I can trust Jesus

He never once…

Has        failed to meet my needs

He is my strong tower

The strength in my weakest hour

I can trust Jesus

He takes care of me

Vs 2   I have prayed some prayers

          And-felt they never were-heard

          But-I held to God’s hand

          And kept right on trusting in     His-word…

          My wants and God’s desires

          Don’t always agree

          But I lean on His will

For-He always knows what’s best for me

2nd Cho      I can trust Jesus

I can trust Jesus

He never once …has… failed to-meet my needs

He is my strong tower

The strength in my weakest hour

I can trust Jesus

He takes care of me

                                      

1^st Chorus Again   He is my strong tower

The strength in my weakest hour

I can trust Jesus

He takes care of me   BOLD:R2x