|
Post by Mairi on Jul 29, 2005 11:08:59 GMT -5
What haunted sites have you investigated? Will you share an experience or two with us about those sites?
Mairi
|
|
|
Post by Elix on Jul 29, 2005 16:52:04 GMT -5
Ok, so I went to this haunted barn that I read about on Shadowlands Illinois, it was across the street from the "murder house" in Barrington Illinois. Supposedly there was this guy who went crazy and killed his entire family then hung them in the barn. Now there's a development on the same road, so we had to be sneaky about rearing off the road, down this over grown path to park in the back of the barn without getting caught. So we do. I pulled the van into a heavily over grown area behind the barn, away from the main road. Just approaching the the place gave you the willies. So James, James Jr., and my buddy Sam hopped out of the van with the camera, and I stayed behind in the van in case something, who knows what happened. LOL, yeah we watch A LOT of TV. Ok so I see Sam head off with James jr. in one direction and James, hubby, head off in another. So I'm sitting there when all of a sudden, no shit, the van starts rocking!! At first I heard a thud noise, then a little move, then the thing starts moving up and down, like someone is bouncing on it. So I'm looking around and I see nothing!! There's no one behind the van, no one in front, I saw no one on the side. I thought the guys were messing with me, but there was Sam off in the distance, and I didn't see James, but I figured he was already in the barn. So now I'm freaking out! I'm about to jump out of the van, when stupid James, hubby, stands up from a blind side on the back driver's side of the van. As he left to check out the house, he noticed our back tire was low, so he kicked the tire, the initial thud, then leaned down to check the shocks and all the mechanical stuff. I didn't see him because he was on the ground looking under, sitting on the back bumper, or bent over in the blind side of my rear view. I got out of the van cursing like a sailor!! Ok, so maybe it wasn't a haunted experience, but it was funny as hell. So check your tires before you go to any haunted places. Oh the barn?? We didn't see anything and no ghosts came out in the pictures. They were probably there though, laughing at me! Elix
|
|
|
Post by AlloriaDark on Jul 29, 2005 17:32:18 GMT -5
I'm constantly collecting data for the home I live in. The property has a very interesting history and we have had loads of activity over the years. Before this area was settled by Europeans it was home to the Lanape(sp) Indians. Most of the Lanape were wiped out either by disease or due to the French and Indian war. After the land was clear of the natives white settlers moved in and a plantation owned by the Tompkins family eventually occupied this area. Tompkins lived in the "Big House" in what is now Cedar Grove, and he gave his son his own home and lands neighboring his own where Glasgow is today. That's where I live. While the early Tompkins ran their farms with use of slaves the latter Tompkins became abolitionists and assisted the escape of slaves from the south. The mansion in Cedar Grove was a part of the underground railroad and the men of the family built a tunnel that ran east to an old church and south to the river where they would smuggle the escaping slaves onto boats heading north. By this time the smaller house and farms to the East which became Glasgow had been sold off. I haven't been able to find out the new owners name but they didn't hold with abolitionists and continued to use slave labor until they were forced to flee after the war. That house and it's slave quarters remained empty and fell into disrepair after the war and eventually burned in the early 1950's. Shortly after the civil war this land drew other settlers and eventually became a small town. Somewhere between 1875 and 1880 a glass factory opened and the town got it's name. A railroad was installed at roughly the same time, however I haven't been able to find out which actually came first. I am inclined to believe it was the railroad and the factory owner chose to build here to take advantage of the new mode of transportation. In the early 1890's a hotel was built where my home now stands. In fact the hotel was large enough that it sat on this plot of land and the one on the left of it. On the space to the right a carriage house was built. This is where I have to leave the realm of fact and enter into the land of rumors. There was supposedly a lot of violence and several shootings in the hotel during it's years of operation and I've also heard tell that a young black stable boy was hanged in the carriage house/barn. I haven't yet been able to track down records from this time period so I can't verify that. The hotel burned mysteriously around 1918 and the grounds stood vacant until around 1930 when this house was built on part of the hotel's remaining foundation. I've also been told by my grandmother who lived one street over as a child that some of the timber from the carriage house which was scorched by the fire but never burned was used this home's construction. I have been able to verify that by the fact that just recently my father began remodeling the bathroom and when he tore out the old plaster walls underneath there were several scorched beams in the walls, floor, and ceiling. This house today is host to a myriad variety of phenomena. Cold spots, shadowy figures, footsteps, and rappings are the most common. I have photographed some orbs and vortices specifically in the front downstairs bedroom. My nephew refuses to enter that room because it is always very cold and he says he feels like someone is watching him. The television in that room has a tendency to turn on and off when no one is in the room, and sometimes at night the doorknob will rattle as if someone is trying to get the door opened from the inside. Occasionally the door will open on its own. Everyone in the family frequently sees my last cat who died almost a year ago. Usually running from the living room into the dining room. We've also spotted my great uncle who died when I was about thirteen and my grandfather who died about five years ago. The most disturbing specter I've seen is of a very tall black man peering in the backdoor's window late at night. His hair is very wild and bushy and his face looks gaunt and his eyes sunken. It also looks as if he'd had his nose broken more than once. I can't see how he's dressed because of the positioning of the window. It is quite high so all I can see is the man's head and neck. Once I thought I saw his bare shoulder, so I believe he may not be wearing a shirt. My mother told me once she saw a white man with gray hair and mutton chop side burns and a large unkempt mustache dressed in a white long sleeved collarless shirt, brown pants, and suspenders standing in the living room one night when she was a child. She also maintains that to this day that during the winter months she sometimes hears a baby crying in the wee hours. I think I may have heard this once or twice but can't be sure as to whether or not I actually heard it or was dreaming. This house and property has a long and interesting history and I rather enjoy the manifestations that occur here. I suppose growing up here has sort of desensitized me so that I don't fear anything that occurs. This isn't so in other locations. The apartment I rented while going to school in PA is a prime example. However, that's another long story which I shall relate at another time. This house I find fascinating and rather than being scared when something otherworldly happens I become excited and run for my camera. Next I plan on trying to get some EVP recordings in the front bedroom and cellar. I'm thinking the results should be amazing down around the old stone hotel foundation. Wish me luck! I promise to return and relate my results and tell the story of my apartment in PA sometime in the near future.
|
|
backlash
Shadow Dweller
Valor throughSacrifice
Posts: 86
|
Post by backlash on Aug 9, 2005 2:32:00 GMT -5
I've been part of 10 organized investigationsthat were done by established groups my role in these were pretty much as a field investigator.Most of the ones I do though tend to be by myself or with no more than a total of five people including myself.One of the organized ones was of the old Tennessee State Prison in Nashville.The whole damn place has a castle look to it and screams haunted!On the night in question Myself and two other investigators were in the old "E"Block or what the records refered to as murderers row and in several of the cells I would just become overwhelmed with the feeling of dispair.
We recorded several EVP's that night as well as documented several triggers that had been moved.It was one of the EVP's though that got my skin to crawling.Upon leaving one of the cells we encountered a 15-20 degree drop in temperature.Needless to say digital cameras were going off left and right lol.I asked in a plain voice if this was the spirit of the person who inhabited the cell at one time?The next day when we were listening to all the recordings You could me ask the question but immeadiately after you could hear a chuckle of sorts followed by the words I strangled her Idid !That is probably the spookiest place I've been in.Now the coolest one was the upstairs of a snuff factory I worked at in Clarksville,Tn. You could see where the brick mason had carved their names into the brick and dated it 1902 well we used bobcat loaders to scoop up the shreaded tobacco and drop it down a chute to a truck.These bobcat loaders made a high pitch buzzing sound when you turn the key over.Well in between trucks I got off and turned the bobcat off and stepped out the door(only way in or out except for the elevator which I would have heard) when all of a sudden the buzzer on the bobcat went off.I jumped back inside and walk up to it and saw that the key ring was still moving like someone had turned it then let go.
Those are the two main ones that stick out in my mind.
PEACE OUT
|
|