Umm. Hi. Hello. Untgahrd. Pazshultze. Hoy. Welcome! Wilkommen. And that's it. Hah. Sorry folks...but now that I am shortly but assuredly catching a preeminent apprehension of how this thing works, apropos for me to cut to the chase and introduce myself, no? Hi, I'm Criss Aragon. Yup, I'm the guy with the Mohawk. Sonic the Hedgehog. Punk Ass. Chia Pet. Keep the names coming, I welcome them. Ehhh I am not completely sure as to how to not make this thing sound like I'm a nervous virgin worrying about the masochistic idea of the eventual, yet embarrassing introduction. Hi. I'm Criss Aragon. I like walks on the beach, rising up in the morning to see the sun rise, and short, casual talks over coffee...haha just kidding...but if you were wondering...yes, I'm into paranormal stuff, including, but not limited to, paranormal investigations. I come to the entity known to all as the South Bay Ghost Hunters as its lone skeptic when it comes to ghosts, spirits, or the like. No, I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, or demons...well, my skepticism can only carry me so far, which is why I'm here. The aforementioned has always fascinated me, so much that I have somewhat made a career out of it. If Tanya, Albert, Chris, Arely, Caitlyn, or Nicole hasn't told anything about me yet, yeah, I could be the most outspoken one out of the group. The most obnoxious at the same time. I don't know, i like aggravating the spirit world in order to make something happen. That's just my style. I have been hunting for ghosts ever since 2006. All throughout my life, I've been pestered with ghost stories from different members of my own family, from my cousins, to my sister, to my own mother, everyone had one to share except for me. Well, I had a couple of unknown, unexplained discrepancies in a certain disposition, but I never had a clear, cut-throat story that had some compelling evidence to back it up at the same time. So in 2006, my cousins, my sister, and some of my friends ventured around town looking for ghosts. I've discovered that I've lived a couple blocks from an actual haunted house, a house where a family was brutally murdered. Even my apartment was haunted, leading me to believe that the very footprint of my room used to be the foundation of an old house that was eventually torn down and built over; a house that someone probably died in or whatnot. I did investigations as far as Palm Springs and Riverside with my friends, cousins, and sister, until I had to go on a hiatus in 2008 due to work and school. I didn't ghosthunt again until October of 2010 where my old friend Albert mentioned about starting a paranormal investigation group. Though work and school preempted my paranormal hobby, I still found the time to understand the paranormal. They are wise and silent, and I thought to myself, "what would it be like if I was like them?". People that passed on as ghosts that has some inclination to our world (the living world), more than likely has some unfinished business to do, with a certain message to carry along. And sometimes, that message isn't a nice thing, nor does it have to be a happy message. They have an enduring diligence until their voices are heard, which is why there are such thing as "ghosts"; also, they will do almost anything to capture our attention, which is why there are those entities that would throw a chair at you or secede in your peripheral point of view as an apparition. Understand that there are some of those that can feel its presence and others that can't. It just depends on the kind of energy you put out. Just like a virgin guy looking for some action in a nightclub, ghosts might be restless, but they choose their targets carefully, as to whom they can put their faith in feeling their pain/message/story or whatever. Like a virgin guy choosing not to play around with a girl that is totally out of his league, ghosts chooses not to waste their time and energy on the wrong person. Well, friends and neighbors, that's why I'm here, that's how I come to you all as a service. While there are a small few like me and my fellow crew members devoted to interpreting a certain paranormal being's intricate enigma, there are a million more out there who are completely oblivious to them and laughs at the whole thing. Just like you would typically feel if I were to laugh at your past and judge you, the paranormal couldn't tolerate that, given the circumstance. That's what The South Bay Ghost Hunters are here for, well, at least for me. Who here has seen Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghost? I seriously think that's how it is in real life, especially if someone dies in such a tragic, traumatic way. If you haven't seen the movie yet, that's homework for you Ghostheads. In the meanwhile, there's plenty more where blogs like this came from; I, Criss Aragon, will always make it a point to come by here and speak my mind, regardless of the topic. And don't be bashful! Feel free to drop some feedback. If you have to, death threats are welcome. Well, maybe not, Princess Poonsauce might crap her pants, but hope you get my drift. Until then...see ya ; )
Taking a waterless shower,
crissXaragon
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