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Who AM I?


Do you REALLY want to know who I am? Do you REALLY want to go there? It might be scary. It might be delving into the depths of insanity. Or it might just show a boring, normal guy. But you make the call.


The funny looking fellow in the "Got Ghosts?" t-shirt above is, well, me, Scott Fowler. I live in Beltsville, MD (hence the site name) where I grew up since I was five.


What? You want more? Okay. What else is there?


OH! I attended a private Christian elementary school in Hyattsville, MD (Concordia Lutheran) where I learned all about the crushing of an individual's spirit. After four years there, my parents moved me into public school which was a great shock because the harassment I received there was worse. It was at Martin Luther King Middle School in Beltsville, that I began to write as a defense against the daily verbal and physical attacks.


It was also as a burgeoning teenager that I began to become interested in the paranormal. I read every book in the school library and the local public library dealing with ghosts, UFOs, bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster and other strange, unexplained events in the world. At first, to avoid ridicule, I kept this "obsession" under wraps. Most children in my school would not understand and think me crazy.


In High Point High School, I continued to write and even became the editor of the literary magazine. But my paranormal interest was kept quietly to my chest while I continued to read about the underside of life that other students seemed to want to ignore.


After I graduated from high school in 1988, I went to Prince George's Community College for a few semesters but college didn't seem to work for me. (Translation: I got terrible grades and my father said, work full time.)


So, I went to work full time. During that time, my father died of a heart attack. I remember that day well. I was at a friend's house and was just about to leave when he received a phone call from my mom. My father was being rushed to the hospital. At the hospital, I can only remember seeing my father's lifeless corpse on a gurney. He was cold and blue. It took me a good week to get over the shock and to actually weep. Everyone said how composed I was at the funeral but I was by no means composed. I was in shock and just going through the motions.


That changed my perspective on life. I decided I needed to do something with myself.


So, I went back to college. I attended Frostburg State University situated in the forest hills of western Maryland. There I became the President of the Fourth Dimension, the FSU science fiction club. I fell in love with the campus and the area. I met good friends and learned alot. I came away with an English Literature BS degree with a History minor. I was proud to walk across that stage and receive my diploma but it was missing something. All my friends were there. My mother was there. My brother and several of my family were there. But my father wasn't there to share the experience. The one person that pushed me the hardest wasn't there to feel proud of me. That evening, I wept.


Though through out my life, I have read books, watched documentaries and learned as much as I could about the paranormal (even attending a series of ghost hunts documented elsewhere on this site), I had never thought much about my own experiences. They seemed lukewarm compared to those that I had read. Who would be interested in MY story? HoHum. So boring.


Well, at some point, and I'm not sure when, I came out of my shell. It must have been my college experiences when I met people with similar stories to tell but toward the end of my high school career I had made friends who were interested in the paranormal as well. So who knows for sure?


Once my college experience was over, I went back to work but this time with the degree to help me get to where I was going. I worked several jobs then, customer service representative (hated it!), proofreader for the Air Force (loved it!) and now working for the Food and Drug Administration (Likin' it!).


I have been on the internet since my Frostburg days and have seen any number of paranormal sites come and go. I found them mostly intriguing but nothing special. When I had free time, I began to go ghost hunting more often and began to gain quite a bit of experience in the field. Sometimes getting strange anomalies in my photos and tape recordings but mostly not getting much. I still struggle to obtain evidence of the beyond.


In the year 1999, I met Katherine. We met online in a chat room. She lived in Canada and I, of course, in Beltsville, MD. So, we began the procedings to legally get her into the country. After months of waiting, she finally was allow in the United States and she moved down. On October 15, 2000, we were married in a lovely ceremony in Penn Mar Park on the border with Pennsylvania. Katherine is great support and it was her that voiced that I should write a book about my experiences.


A book??!! I don't have a book in me. But the more I thought, the more there may be something there. I had only one ghostly experience in Beltsville and I thought there must be more that I have never heard of. Perhaps, just perhaps, there IS a book in Beltsville!


I started Beltsville Ghosts in 2002 as a means of collecting ghost stories in the Beltsville area. That was the only objective at that time. To collect stories for a book. But no stories came in. It was quiet and the website lay dormant and unseen. So, in January 2003, I revamped the website to its current look with a broader subject base and more of a community feel.


So, who AM I then? Well, I'm a guy struggling all his life to find the truth about the unexplained. I am a guy trying to determine if there IS an afterlife and what type of existence it may be. I am a guy who believes that we are put on this earth to learn all we can and to teach all we learn. That is the objective of this website and the objective of my life.

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