posted on May, 16 2015 @ 07:15 PM
I don't believe in the paranormal, however I have had personal experiences which couldn't be explained.
When I was a teenager, my friends and I used to explore old abandoned places every other weekend.
We've even ran into other groups of explorers in these places, which resulted in everyone going "AHHHH" shining their flashlights at each other,
lol, good fun.
Anyways, there was one place we went to many times before it got demolished. It was an old 3-story school that ironically, sat in a graveyard. We
usually had about 6 people total, so we would all split up into groups of two.
During one of the explorations of this place, my friend and I were in the east wing, and everyone else was on the west. We hear them all screaming, so
we turn around and see them all run outside. We yell at them and ask them what's going on and they tell us they heard a noise. Not believing in
paranormal, my friend and I just laugh, shrug it off, and tell them we are going to continue on and explore the basement.
So once we get down into the basement, we find an amazing boiler room. It had a giant furnace, and a minecart with tracks that led into the furnace.
We walk around some more then finally head out back to our vehicles.
My friend looks down at my arm and notices that I had X's carved into my skin, fresh. They ask me if I cut myself on something, and being a super
careful person that I am, I knew I hadn't. That's when we noticed that everyone had X's on their arms. Weird right?
Moving on, there is a house, not abandoned, that my aunt lived in for a short time. There is no story to this place, other than that every family that
has lived there, doesn't stay very long.
Now on this street, every single house has a red door. A neighbor there told me they paint them red to keep spirits out. My Aunt was freaked out a few
times while living there, so she ended up painting the door on that house red too.
She even had priests come and bless the house a few times.
Here's where it gets very weird, and honestly, I don't believe it myself. Every night they would hear footsteps. Her boyfriend at the time didn't
believe her either, so she had him stay there with his friends for the night, and she grabbed the kids and stayed at my mother's house.
They show up around 4am that same night at my moms house with this crazy story. They had brought a case of beer, and started drinking around midnight.
About 4 beers in, the telephone starts ringing, yet every time they answered it, it was silent. Having cell phones and all, they simply unplugged it
from the wall as it was becoming annoying.
They too, heard footsteps and kept getting up to check it out, until it also became a hassle and was shrugged off as perhaps a squirrel or something
up in the attic.
Later on, the phone starts ringing again, unplugged! Feeling the buzz of the beer, one of them decides to not be freaked out by it and answers it. All
he hears is static. So this time to ensure it didn't ring anymore, he launches it across the room breaking it. Immediately after it hits the ground,
the basement door swings open, and the phone launches back across the floor and down the stairs into the basement.
This is when they all started to panic. They close the basement door, and start drinking again. Then the footsteps started back up again, and that's
when they see their first ghost, hovering down the hallway, around 3ft off the ground. Being the brave guys that they were, they still didn't leave,
and instead turned on the camera on their phone and walked towards it.
Before he gets close to it, the basement door swings open, and something pushes him down the stairs. All his friends run down to check on him, and
help him back up the stairs. His phone was broken so the video was lost of course...
That's when they all left and went to my mother's house to tell the story. The next day, my Aunt hires a physic to visit the house. She tells them
that they are on a different plane, that is 3ft higher up than our world. Odd as that's what her boyfriend told us about the ghost. She then tells my
Aunt that painting her door red, was keeping the spirits in the house with no way out, which is why they became agitated and aggressive. She also
tells her that the reason the phone went into the basement was some spirit trying to show them a safe place to be, since the spirits couldn't go any
lower than where they were spotted. Like being 3ft up in the air, was the bottom floor for them. Perhaps that's why that guy got shoved down the
stairs when he tried to get close to that ghost in the hallway, some other spirit trying to protect him?
Again, I don't believe any of that, as I didn't personally experience it, just food for thought.
Now on to the last creepy place, which I have actually been to. The underground railroad. There are many entrances in the city, none of which I had
access too, until, the company where my mother used to work at, decided to expand the basement. They find a room with a stove in it, and tunnels
leading out from it.
So we explored! Covering the ground are tons and tons of bones. The tunnels are narrow, but very tall. I would say they are about 8-10ft high. Tunnels
go in every which direction, some go underneath the river, some go to other businesses, but all of them connected to this big nursery home, which I
assume back then was a safe house.
I assume this is my brain playing tricks on me, but some of the tunnels I went down, I would turn around and be at a dead end. Then I would be like,
welp, can't get out that way, and I would continue back down the same tunnel, only to be at another dead end, so I turn around again, and this time,
the dead end was gone. Very weird.
Most of the tunnels go to dead ends, which were blocked up by other property owners. I tried going underneath the river, but after you go so far down,
the tunnels are flooded. However in that particular tunnel going under the river, I found an old wooden table, that had many of the slaves names
carved into it.
Years later, I decided to go back to retrieve the table. We reported it to the local historical society back then and they weren't interested (the
society doesn't exist now). Right when I showed up to the now abandoned place where my mother used to work, the 3rd story collapsed into the 2nd
floor. I decided not to go in feeling it would probably collapse some more and I didn't want to get trapped. A couple weeks later they demolished the
rest of it.
So there you have it, that's my stories and my one of my Aunts.
Perhaps one day something significant will happen to me to help me believe in the paranormal, but currently, I simply do not believe in ghosts or
anything of that sorts.