I don't really know how to begin this. Perhaps I should
start with the oldest of the experiences I had over the
past few years. Hopefully someone can explain these to me.
The first experience took place in Toccoa Georgia, in a
park known as Henderson Falls Park. I say this so others
may visit the area and perhaps investigate further.
In this park, there is a long hiking trail that heads into
the woods and then doubles back on itself before
terminating about 20 ft from where it starts. Total
distance it covers is around 1 mile, give or take. At the
highest point in the trail, there is a Y that leads off
down the hill and to what looks to have been a sand pit.
It's this pit where I first noticed something wrong.
Walking through the stunted pine trees, I would often feel
like I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck
standing on end and sometimes I'd even see something ghost
(pardon the pun) past me just out of the corner of my eye.
In that old sand pit, it wasn't hard to feel claustrophobic
in the area, and the walls often returned y our voice in a
strange echo. At times though, I (and later other friends)
would hear talking. Not anything you could make out though,
just mumbling like someone behind you was talking softly.
All the time though, it felt as though someone was there,
watching and angry at you. Needless to say, I didn't ever
go there alone again.
I didn't have any real experiences for a couple years after
that. Though, there was once incident of someone banging on
my basement door from the outside. The problem is, looking
through the glass as this went on, I couldn't see anyone
and was terribly afraid. In fact, that whole basement gave
me the willies, even though I lived in it. I get cold
chills thinking about it.
After we moved to south Georgia, I didn't have any
experiences for a long time. Then, strange things began to
occur at my workplace.
It all started innocently enough, with me working late at
the store I was Jr. Assistant Manager for. Late one night,
as I went about my rounds of picking up tills and closing
registers, I noticed that one of our dressing room doors
was closed.
I need to pause here to give a visual description of the
store. basically if a person was standing in the exact
center of the store, you could see every single dressing
room door by just looking left and right.
Well, I went to the offending door and proceeded to unlock
it and push it open. At first it didn't unlock and I
instantly thought a customer was still in the store...or
worse, a robber. Thinking quick I said. "Listen, if you're
here to rob me, I'll give you all the cash in the safe and
not call the cops for ten minutes. Just don't hurt me."
Turning the key again, the door swung open to reveal no one
inside. Relieved I turned and started to walk off only to
have the door swing slowly shut again.
Thinking this was the natural action of the door, I propped
it open with a chair and left to finish my work.
About thirty minutes later, with all the lights off, the
deposit locked in the safe and my keys in hand, I started
to walk out of the store. I made it about halfway, when I
noticed that not only was the door I had propped open
closed, every single door in the store was shut, Including
the office door I had just exited. I left post haste and
never turned the lights off again until I was ready to
leave for the night.
The problems didn't stop there though. In fact, they got
stranger.
Sometimes, when we (myself or the other assistant) were
sitting in the office at night doing paperwork; we'd see a
young child shape (I think a girl, he said his was a boy)
run past the office door like they were hiding from
someone. Upon inspection, you'd not find anyone. Other
times I had incidents where I'd hear a little girl laughing
in the children's section, but no one there as I looked
that way.
The last incident I had there occured one night as I
closed. I can't explain it but the sound in the store was
like someone throwing dozens of shoe boxes around the
store. The problem is, there was no damage done so we never
figured that one out. My father heard what was going on
over the phone though, since I called him as soon as it
started. The sounds lasted for about 15 to 20 min.
The last story I have isn't exactly credible, because of
the place it occured in. I worked in a correctional
institution for young boys. A couple times, the boys would
report seeing a person in a white shirt walk down the
hall. Sometimes, this person was witnessed (always a white
shirt but no other details) walking outside the building or
standing in the door way watching the boys. Now, we don't
know where the spirit came from, but it always seemed
benevolent to the boys. The staff however, it tended to do
strange things to. Like one man saw an orb head out of a
door and float down and out the back door a couple times.
Other staff had stuff moved, and one got attacked. Myself,
I kept seeing the guy in white walking down the hall and
through the closed door.
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
It's taken me a bit of time to consider just how to post
this. For some time I've wondered if maybe some of the
memories I had as a child were ghost stories, or just
delusions of an over active imagination. And yet, sometimes
I wonder.
One memory that sticks out most in my mind occured when I
was possibly 6 or 7. I forget exactly HOW old.
My father and Grandfather had decided to go quote "riding".
This meant we'd pile into his old car and drive around the
back streets and dirt roads and just see what we came up
with. One such trip, found us driving down this long
deserted road with an abandoned train track beside us.
Again, my memory slips here, but I think we drove down that
road for quite some time before coming upon this old
building on the left. It was strange, it only took us a
minute to pass it, but that building has been driven into
my memory. Even now, I can close my eyes and see it.
It wasn't threatening per se. Just really really strange.
(Even I, young as I was, could tell something was up with
it.)
Basically, the building was a very run down old freight
house, (a kind of station) and dock. The whole thing
looked ancient, at least 40 years old or more. Plus, it
didn't look like it'd seen any kind of care for more years
than I can count.
Situated in front of the station was a box car. Maybe
that's what made it stand out, but this car was wooden, and
looked like it hadn't seen service since the civil war.
Both things, most would agree, would be something worth
finding for a museum.
Well, some years since, I decided to find that again. This
time though, I'd use terraserver (tm) to find the old line
and station.
To date, I've not found anything. In fact, I've not found
any sign that there ever was a freight station there.
There's more though, I have found some records that the
city of Cawhaba (I think that's how it is spelled) had such
a station, but it was abandoned about the time the city
faded away (some time just after the civil war) and no
remnants remain.
I have to wonder then. What did I see? perhaps the old
building long forgotten? Or, something else? My father and
grandfather never saw it. I vaguely remember their humoring
me, but looking in the wrong direction when I said look at
the building. I remember their looks and whispers when I
later drew it and the way they reacted to my "story".
Is it possible, that what I saw was the ghost of a
building? A city's remembering something lost?
Contact me here: duo@cybersouth.com
Submitted From: Chad Peters, Georgia, USA
