Found this bizarre, yet funny paranormal-themed ad this morning. It seems that ghosts in Thailand have more in common with crypto creatures than they do with anything ethereal. My favorite ghost in this piece would have to be the winged “Kra-Hung,” who apparently flies around straddling a gigantic, petrified cotton swab. 
Source: YT user, SirKhairul
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Here’s the strange experience I had while visiting the Kelly ghost town this past Monday: Forty minutes had passed. I assumed I was on borrowed time when it came to being completely isolated at the mine’s headframe structure and gaping mouth. With the morning growing late, inevitably, some other tourist/hiker would arrive, destroying the serenity and interrupting the flow of my ongoing EVP and photo sessions. While Kelly is at least three or four miles from the nearest house, and is neatly tucked into the mountainside, it does draw an occasional visitor or two over the course of a few hours.
However, thanks to the elevation and utter silence around the entire location, whether at the mine, cemetery or in “town,” you’re always alerted when someone has arrived. Up to that point, I hadn’t heard a single vehicle driving around or voices of any kind that would indicate I had company down below. But feeling a combination of luck and greed to have had the mine all to myself for so long, I decided to start back towards the old abandoned foundations in town.
Gathering up my gear, I reversed direction, carrying my water bottle, camera, tripod, KII meter, and digital recorders down the incline that led up to the mine. Carefully navigating the rock strewn road, in order to prevent twisting an ankle and dropping equipment, I kept glancing ahead to strategically plot my next step.
As I came within a few yards of the church (pictured above), I noticed a completely real looking young boy between six and eight-years-old riding a squatty bicycle. He rode out from behind some brush, came into clear view, did a buttonhook in the road, and went back behind the same spot where he first appeared.
In terms of perspective, the boy didn’t actually ride out of the brush, but rather, he rode out from the dirt parking area in front of the church and then rode back in. However, from where I was standing, there were a few bushes and trees between my position and his point of origin.
Though I hadn’t heard a vehicle drive up while I was at the mine, I assumed someone had slipped in and brought their kid(s) to have a picnic under the covered area near the church. A little dismayed at the idea of having an entire family to deal with while trying to shoot video and conduct my EVP sessions, I walked a few short feet off the main road to get a better look at the parking area and to see what I was dealing with—it was completely empty; no cars; no trucks; no people; and no little boy riding a bicycle. This was impossible because I had just seen the boy seconds earlier.
This revelation caused me to kick it into high gear. I got back onto the main road and quickly made my way to the church. Assuming I’d find the child and his family on the backside of the building, I knew I’d look like a complete jackass if I came face to face with someone while racing around the church, but I was willing to take that chance in order to prove to myself the boy was real.
As I rounded the corner, my mouth dropped—absolutely no one was there. I continued around the front of the building, checking all the gates and doors—gates were closed and doors were locked (from the outside with padlocks). I then began scouring the surrounding area and found no sign of anyone. The parking area only showed a few automobile tracks that appeared to be from the previous day (or older) but no bike tracks were present.
I know one thing for sure; I would have absolutely heard a car or truck start up and leave, especially considering my close proximity to the church, if in fact the boy had ridden up with someone. I also would have seen the vehicle leave, since the road I was walking down is the only accessible road in and out of the ghost town. Not to mention, several family members went with me during this trip and all were high up the mountainside with an excellent view of the entire location—not one of them saw a vehicle coming or going during the time I was looking for the boy.
So, the only other possibility I can think of outside of the paranormal was he rode up by himself. However, the washboard-like road in and out of Kelly has a significant incline to it and it’s covered in places with jagged rocks. I can’t imagine a six, seven or even eight-year-old child riding a small bike (not a mountain bike with gears) up that road for over three miles. And again, I would have seen him leaving as I was making my way to the church.
As for a description of the bike, it all happened so quickly that I didn’t get a lot of details, however, it didn’t appear to be current, yet it also didn’t appear to be something out of the nineteenth century. The best way to describe it would be somewhat contemporary, and considering Kelly was around until the 1940s; it’s feasible a boy was riding such a bike in the area during the Mid 1900s. The child had dark hair and appeared to be wearing some sort of a short-sleeved shirt and long pants.
Whether the boy was a conscious spirit or an imprint (a.k.a. a residual haunt to use the terminology of television ghost hunters), I cannot say. But I don’t believe he was a flesh and blood child in the moment when I saw him.
A little info on the church’s history: Built in 1948, it was constructed using the wood from a dismantled saloon and Kelly’s dancehall (according to New Mexico Mineralogical Record, volume 20, number 1, January-February 1989).
I’m thinking of taking out an ad in the Magdalena or Socorro newspaper (the towns closest to Kelly) asking people to e-mail or call me if they’ve had any paranormal encounters at the old ghost town. I’d love to hear what’s gone on there and if in fact anyone else has seen the little boy. If I do it, then I’ll be sure to blog about the results. The image in this paragraph is of a sign that stands guard outside the mine’s entrance. I took a shot of it because I particularly liked number nine (click on the image for a close-up view).
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