I've been a big reader of this site for years now so I
guess it's finally time for me to relate some of my own
experiences, though neither of them were very major or
cataclysmic in their own way.
The first one was just a little creepy feeling I used to
have about this building that I worked at.
I worked for a tax agency, completing people's tax returns for the year
and they had me in a building on my own, seeing as I
worked for them for three years and was very reliable.
Anyway, I had my own key to the building and I would
relieve my manager in the daytime and close at night.
I
always hated being in there alone. It wasn't that I was
technically afraid or anything, but I always felt creeped
out as if someone were watching me.
The layout of the place is one big room with two rooms and a hallway
leading to the back offices branching off from it. The
main room can be shut off from all the other rooms by
doors and I used to always keep the hall and other
room door shut because I was always afraid I would
turn around and see someone there even though I
never did.
Occasionally I would find the door to the hall
open but that didn't really phase me as much as the
time I was in the front office and "working" on playing
solitaire because it wasn't busy in there. I got up to use
the restroom and when I came back, my game was
restarted and instead of it being with the palm tree and
sun, like I like to play it with, it was the gloomy castle
and bats. I know that is a little ironic and funny but it
sure did mess me up! I don't think I ever played solitaire
after that and from then on, I always carried my copy of
the key out of the office with me when I went out to have
a smoke. If whatever it was was mischievous enough
to change my game around, who knew if it would try to
lock me out!
Another experience I had was at a place called
Strawberry Chapel. My friends and I used to get drunk
and/or high and go driving around like hooligans
looking for haunted locations and we remembered the
chapel, which has a story behind it that a little girl was
interrupting her class in the chapel and her teacher tied
her out back to a tombstone and forgot about her.. she
died that night and they found her the next morning.
Supposedly she still haunts the grounds.. makes for a
really great ghost story.
Anyway, this particular night
was our first time out there and I was especially
messed up because I had been in a fight with my
parents and was trying to be big and bad about it. It was
me and my friends Jay, Birkett, and Laura. It wasn't
really that bad out there. It was about 2 in the morning
and completely silent out in the woods by a monastery
and whatnot. We had to climb over the chain link fence,
which was snipped with wire cutters by someone before
us. It wasn't really bad walking in at first. You can't see
any tombs from the front, all you saw was the chapel
and a large open tomb of some sort that you walk down
into but was completely empty. I was clinging on
Birkett's arm and wouldn't let him get out of like two
inches out of my reach, and the braver two, Laura and
Jay, decided to investigate in the back. I tried to walk
with them but as soon as I started walking back there, I
felt like I didn't belong and that I had to turn around right
away, so instead Birkett and I checked out the open
area in the front.
Laura and Jay came back and we were talking around the big tomb-like thing in the front
and taking pictures when I started hearing something
that I can only describe as someone flipping TV
channels really quickly. There was something being
said but I couldn't grasp any part of it and it didn't seem
like it was happening out loud at all, but more so in the
back of my mind. It creeped the crud out of me and I
booked it back to the car and left them all behind,
locking the doors behind me. As soon as I was over
that chain link fence, I felt immediately better and let me
justify this story by saying that I did end up going back,
in broad daylight, completely sober, with my best friend
Krystal and her mother. I walked the entire grounds with
them and it felt like a burden weighing on my shoulders
to walk to the back of the cemetery, as if someone was
really depressed and I felt it through me. It was only in
the back right quadrant of the grounds, because as
soon as you walked over to the left side, it wasn't nearly
as bad and you could breathe again.
Anyway, these are my stories and they're not that
brilliant but that is about the closest I ever want to get to
any paranormal experience ever!
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