Capital Area Paranormal Society

Atlanta, Indiana is a very small town just north of Indianapolis and pretty much just a general store, model train store, and two haunted sites. Several years ago, CAPS investigated the Historic Roads Hotel, and I was just made aware of another site located just down the street, The Asher Walton house.

The home was built in 1868 by Asher Walton for his wife Julia. The outside has a very foreboding look to it, yes, a very haunted appearance! The inside was absolutely gorgeous! Indeed, Asher loved his wife very much! The reports of paranormal activities include many things, particularly sightings of a lady in white, a bearded gentleman and a young boy wearing suspenders.

We arrived around 6pm and were greeted by the owner, Ed., who graciously gave us a tour. I always like to have my voice recorder on during this time as a good way to jog my memory on details and to capture any extra “voices” that may be there. Unfortunately, the batteries drained within minutes, which I have never experienced previously. One of the aspects of this place is that it’s already wired with IR lights and multiple video cameras with a nice Observation room to sit and watch at your own leisure. My Tech guy, (Jim) was very impressed, and I found it an excellent place to take our break periods. After Ed left us, Jim began setting up our own video cameras. While he was doing this, one of the cameras suddenly turned on by itself, an unusual phenomenon as normally we have the opposite effect; they are turned off.

Throughout the night I kept hearing mysterious sounds. At one time I did the knock “shave and a haircut” and we actually heard a double knock from above us while we were on the main floor. Several times, the k2 meter pinned all the way to red. One of the most disturbing times was in the upstairs bathroom when Jim held the meter up to the very creepy clown! We were planning to spend the night there, and all I could imagine was this thing going all Chucky on us! I could have sworn in the darkness “It” was moving!

One of the humorous moments was while I was sitting in the big closet on the second floor, Jim had just left. I said I’m all alone. The k2 meter suddenly went crazy. Proving me wrong, I was not by myself after all.  We have a flux meter that lights up when energy is detected near it.  The lights go to red or green in response to questions. I’ve never seen it be as responsive as it was in this location!

We ran the Ovilus with very little results getting only a few words in most of the house, except for one area. It went crazy in the parlor! I swear the thing would not shut up! When we moved into other parts of the house, it went quiet again. However, when we went back…. gabby as heck! We got names Rhonda, Mike, Walter and Robert a few times.

While taking a break in the Observation room, I heard a child and a distant conversation with male voices. Jim had gone outside a few times and heard voices and repeated coughing. We find it a bit baffling since he did not see anyone around during those times. This is a very small town, no bars…a Thursday night and rainy and no person to contribute the sounds to…. Perhaps the whole town is what’s haunted? There were several times we heard a very loud male voice and thought it came from the outside. But I can’t honestly say what we experienced.

We ended up sleeping in the front bedroom on the second floor that had the biggest bed. My feet were inside my sleeping bag, and it felt like someone was there squeezing the bag around my feet. It lasted for a while until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I decided it was better to get my feet out of there. I didn’t get scared at all because I didn’t see anything. I certainly blew my chance for a free foot massage.

Watching the video was pretty funny because I halfway expected to see that darn clown walking up to the side of the bed with a knife. Thanks Hollywood!!!!

This was a beautiful location, and my Tech guy was certainly impressed at how well all the equipment worked (sometimes by itself).  I really had a great time, and if the Roads lead us back to the quaint town of Atlanta, I would love another visit to Asher Walton House.