I’m truly amazed by the number of people who go out to explore haunted locations.
I have always been fascinated by haunted stuff and haunted locations. Some people are into cemeteries, hospitals, schools … roads, tunnels, bridges … I get creeped out by abandoned places, too. I like ghost towns and malls that have shut down due to lack of business — this is truly sad when a city or town can’t get enough business to support a mall.
I know, at one time how I didn’t like how “down town” turned into a “ghost town” because the malls took away all the business … Now, perhaps due to the internet and people preferring to shop “online” rather than in physical stores, this is going to be a reality in most towns and cities.
So … How many people actually like going ghost hunting and have started their own YouTube Channel?
This is obviously something they truly love. Otherwise they wouldn’t do it. Getting the wits scared out of me isn’t something I truly enjoy … but it is interesting for me to watch.
I truly am grateful for all the paranormal investigators out there who like going to various haunted locations to film whatever it is they capture on tape or audio.
Below I have a couple of video I’d like to share. The first one is because I could hear the train whistle … it was kind of cool and also a bit creepy. I do like trains and train whistles,
The second video shows clips taken from different individuals who wanted to share the paranormal activity they caught on tape.
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Ghosts Caught On Tape In Abandoned Places
I believe just about every time I watch “haunted” videos or “ghost” videos or those of abandoned properties and places, I discover more and more people have picked up this interest in “ghost hunting” or investigating the paranormal.
It truly is exciting to watch these videos in the comfort of your own home without having anything jump out at you or getting a creepy feeling as doors slam and shadows dart across windows or in hallways. It is truly creepy to hear footsteps causally walking or running … Equally unnerving is having someone or something touching you with icy cold fingers … or getting scratched.
And how about that loud ringing or noise heard in the first video?
There are a lot of strange things that happen to those investigating haunted places … Many feel they’re being watched or they get a creepy feeling with the hair on the back of their neck standing up … or breaking out in goosebumps. It is truly scary when one is pushed or hit … this happens more often than not … What makes these paranormal investigators continue … The love of sharing their videos and perhaps discovering something about life after death.
It is a scary business of going out to abandoned haunted places. I’m glad so many do … This allows me to share real ghost stories from various places.
We’ve been experiencing quite a lot of rain lately along with thunder and lightning.
This always gets me thinking about ghosts and things that go bump in the night,
Also urban legends along with folklore, superstitions … This got me thinking about the land and the various structures upon the land …
There have been haunted bridges, highways … Haunted groves and of course houses …
Some places look haunted which may not be haunted at all … while a new development or neighborhood does not look haunted … but is very haunted.
How is one to know?
One normally doesn’t know for sure, but I would definitely acknowledge how you feel or the feelings others receive.
I know, many people don’t believe in ghosts or hauntings … but I believe there is a realm where ghosts and spirits do live among us.
There are lots of haunted places around the world … even in the area where you live …
Perhaps even in your own home…
I’ve always found the spookiest of places are houses, schools, churches, shopping malls and stores …
All those places where you would go regularly … It is amazing how many innocent places are indeed haunted.
I’m sure every place has an urban legend where a bride is awaiting her groom … she could be waiting in a house, a church, a road, a bridge … She could be waiting wearing her wedding gown or sitting in a chair with a box of love letters on her lap.
Or looking out a window … on the roof — a widows walk … or even leaving a candle burning in the window …
And … some of those houses or farmland have been bought and is now a church or school or shopping mall … or a store … Yet the ghosts still believe it is their home …
My Ghost Hunting Group met at our favorite coffee house the other morning.
Many of them keep a journal of their paranormal experiences. I don’t keep one and neither does my friend Barbara. We usually remember our experiences when prompted by another member who shares something or asks a question. Maybe this blog is my paranormal journal of sorts.
My experiences seem to repeat from time to time. For example, there’s a place where I pick up “ghosts” in my car. This is the route I take to go to the bank and to the vet. This particular corner seems to be where they hitch a ride. I don’t especially like it, because they seem to suck the air out of the car. I open the windows and the moon roof to bring more air in. I’m also hoping the added air will suck them out. They don’t need to hitch a ride with me. They can get where they want to go on their own.
I did share this experience at one of our gatherings and others have experienced the same thing on this same corner and also when they leave the cemetery.
Spirits do attach themselves to you.
That’s why it’s a good idea to let spirits know they can’t hitch a ride with you, especially when you’re on your way home.
I know on my recent trip to the vet, I had a few spirits with me. For one, my little Yorkie was barking and growling at something that wanted to get in her seat. She was having no part of it. For two, before we walked into the waiting room, several dogs were barking and whining. I just hope they don’t connect the mayhem with me –I may be looking for another vet.
I do tell my hitchhiking ghosts to get out and not to follow me, but they do what they want. Some follow others out the door and hitch a ride home with someone leaving the vet’s office. Or they go to the various examination rooms snooping around and causing havoc.
I’m wondering if these spirits just want to have fun or if they are looking for a place where they can be comfortable. I always make it a point to drive by mortuaries so they have a chance to find their way to the light and go where they belong, but who am I to say where they belong.
Carla has been plagued by a ghost.
“It started when I was a little girl,” she began. “We were on a camping trip with my aunt and uncle and cousins. We had separate tents — one for each family, but I wanted to be with my cousin, so I was allowed to set up my sleeping bag next to hers.”
After dinner, sitting around the campfire, Carla’s aunt told of a ghost of a little girl that has been with her her whole life. She sees her reflection in the mirror or in a window. It’s odd when she doesn’t see her from time to time.
Carla’s mother remembers that little girl and when she first attached herself to her sister.
“I remember when you were having trouble at school,” Carol said.
“Yes,” Candy said with a faraway look in her eyes — remembering. “I remember when these boys used to follow me around and tease me. Sometimes they would push me. I don’t know why they targeted me to pick on, but it was horrible.”
This little ghost girl was able to knock them down and kick sand in their faces. Instead of this helping Carla, it made me more angry and escalated the situation.
“Come to think of it,” Candy said, “This little girl was not helping me at all.”
But as the story goes, this little girl had been taunted years earlier by another group of boys who were responsible for her death. It was claimed to be an accident, but many believed it was murder.
Ruth Ann, the ghost girl, was a good student and a pretty girl. She lived on the poor side of town, but with the busing, she was assigned to that school along with a whole bus load of other kids. They may have been picked on, too, but Ruth Ann was the main target for this group of bullies.
Ruth Ann missed the bus one afternoon, because she was locked in the bathroom. By the time the janitor heard her pounding on the door and screaming, the bus had already gone without her.
She had no choice, but to walk home.
Rocks were thrown at her — it seemed from all directions. Ruth Ann took off running, but one hit her in the head. When she fell to the ground, the boys circled around her and continued throwing rocks. Some were grabbing at her clothes.
It’s a tragic story and days before DNA testing, but since those accused were from a “good family” and Ruth Ann was from the wrong side of town, nothing much was done about it.
Ruth Ann attached herself to Candy, Carla’s aunt to protect her from the bullies.
Why did she attach herself to Carla during that camping trip?
Carla was having a bullying problem at school. She was a good student and the girls and some boys were calling her a geek and other unflattering names.
It seemed over the years with Aunt Candy, Ruth Ann acquired more skills of protecting the human and seeking revenge upon the bullies. In the lunch room she became quite adept at exploding the catsup and mustard packets to soil the users shirt or blouse or to dump their food on the floor. She thought it great run to have tatter tots scattered in the path of the bullies and watch them slip on them while they were carrying a tray of food.
Eventually, the bullies stopped tormenting Carla, but Ruth Ann continued bothering them.
Carla and her aunt do see Ruth Ann from time to time, but she may have moved on to other children who are experiencing bullying. It may be Ruth Ann’s calling in her afterlife to help others and encourage bullies to change their ways.
There’s a legendary haunted estate not far from my home.
Many of my ghost hunting friends have visited this place several times over the years, bringing in psychics and other paranormal investigators who have all experienced the same creepy feeling … some even refusing to walk inside.
That’s basically the my feeling when I was invited to visit the place. I could feel my heart racing before we even arrived on the property. I could also sense that we were not welcome — even though we received permission from the home owner.
I’ll admit I’m not all that brave when it come to exploring haunted places. I do have a fascination about the whole paranormal realm, but I won’t put myself in harm. I don’t like being pushed or knocked down — which has happened.
I’m not immediately prone to anger, but with whatever was in the basement of this house wanted to provoke anger and feed off of it.
I mentioned this to my friends before entering the house.
I’m not sure if they heard me or just ignored me because I’m usually the first one to leave an investigation.
We heard very clearly “Get Out!” and much profanity … but we continued investigating the house. I loved the antiques and was surprised by how neat and tidy the house appeared since no one was physically living there.
It was interesting that the farther away from the basement I moved, the calmer I felt … until I opened the door to one of the bedrooms and immediately jumped back.
I later learned of family members who occupied that bedroom were into the dark arts. It is believed they invited some evil entity into the house and it decided to occupy the basement … But there was definitely something going on inside that bedroom.
I heard growling and saw dark shapes moving around. There were knocking sounds coming from a clocked closet door. I heard voices of crying out for help, but I wasn’t stepping foot in that room.
I did call out to them to move into the light, but informed there was no light only darkness and it was blazing hot inside.
I explored some of the other upstair bedrooms.
I could feel a lot of sadness throughout the house.
There had been suicides in the house as well as deaths of natural causes. So, this estate was haunted by a number of entities.
I was curious about those people who had lived and died there and their feelings about the place. I did hear one woman say it was a great place to raise their family, but when some cousins came to stay they got into the dark arts and left the chaos from their rituals behind them when they moved out.
I heard arguing downstairs and decided to see what was happening among my friends and suggest we leave … or at least step outside.
We didn’t need to feed the anger and rage that fed the “beast” in the basement.
It was interesting to see how everyone was on edge after exploring the basement. I suggested they go upstairs and explore there or explore the grounds … but they wanted to stay and argue.
I took the arm of my friend, Barbara, and forced her to come with me outside.
It was almost as though she was in a trance once we got outside on the porch. We sat down on some chairs and after a few minutes Barbara was back to her ol’ jolly self telling me how scared she was in the basement.
“There was something growling at us and swearing … I wanted to leave, but Hank insisted we all stay together and explore every inch of the basement.”
Barbara did return inside the house to get everyone else outside.
It was interesting to watch how at first they continued arguing … but then suddenly stopped … They didn’t seem to know where they were or what was going on.
After a few minutes in the fresh air, everyone was calm and back to “normal”.
I think in some ways that scared me more than what I heard and saw inside the house.
I thought it funny how at one point the “house” wanted us to leave and when we decided to leave the “house” wanted us to stay and explore some more. The front door even opened for us.
Fortunately, we’ve all had enough and were soon on our way back home to have another Real Ghost Story to share.
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I’m always curious how the weather affects ghosts and spirits.
I am reminded that ghosts and spirits were once living beings and for some reason are stuck here or chose to visit here to look out for others. It may be where their friends are and they enjoy being with them or they may have unfinished business or have business of another sort.
As I said, ghosts and spirits were once living beings and should be treated as such. So, cloudy weather may affect them as it did in life. I like cloudy weather. I love the rain, thunder and lightning. I know others who don’t. So, I would imagine going out on such a day to look for ghosts would uncover nothing or a cranky ghost.
I’ve been investigating an old haunted theater for a few months now with some ghost hunting friends. They are quite serious about their ghost hunting. I’m a bit more laid back.
On this particular cloudy, fall day, I went to the old haunted theater with a card table, a jigsaw puzzle and a couple of chairs.
I set it up in the lobby where the light was best, since the place had been abandoned for a number of years with no utilities turned on, I wanted to have natural light.
Just as a note, we do get permission from the owner each time we visit.
My friends thought I wasn’t into today’s ghost hunting adventure, but it was just the opposite. I wanted to see if there was a spirit who was into jigsaw puzzles and wanted to spend some time with me. I’ve noticed whenever a jigsaw puzzle is set up, no one can resist stopping for a few minutes, checking it out and putting a piece in place. Sometimes they get “hooked” and sit down. This was the behavior I was counting on for my ghost hunting adventure.
Along with the card table, puzzle and chairs, I had my camera, tape recorder and EMF meter.
As I was setting out the puzzle pieces, I spoke aloud to the ghosts. I explained how on cloudy days I had a bet with myself. The bet was to see if I could complete the puzzle before the first drop of rain fell. Now this was no idle bet. I have puzzles with 1000 pieces or more. I was serious. I chose a jigsaw puzzle of candy wrappers — theater . . . candy . . . This theater was originally built for live performances and later converted to show movies and later abandoned when a multi-plex came to town.
I rambled on a bit longer about the puzzle and the various candies and settled down to business.
I started with the frame and noticed the chair opposite me move to one side. I didn’t think a spirit was sitting down, but just moved the chair a bit to let me know someone was there. My EMF meter lit up.
I said, “I don’t know why I brought this puzzle, it always makes me hungry.”
I heard very clearly, “Sugar Babies.”
“Oh, are those your favorite? They certainly are chewy, but stick to my teeth.”
I was hoping the EVP was being recorded.
Not knowing the age of this “ghostly spirit,” I didn’t want to ask too many questions, but to share information. I do talk when I’m nervous.
I noticed the “Sugar Babies” coming together to one side of the puzzle pieces I set out. Was the spirit telling me what pieces he/she was putting together?
I decided to test this out and did the same with “Junior Mints.”
“Mary Jane” was spoken next and the pieces came together.
This went on for some time and the puzzle was taking shape.
“You’re good at this,” I said. “We’ll get this finished before the first drops of rain.”
I then heard quite distinctly, “No rain today.”
I answered with, “You’re probably right, but it’s a good day for a jigsaw puzzle.”
My answer was “Cards.”
This spirit evidently enjoyed playing cards. I waited to see if he/she was going to say more.
I wasn’t sure if this spirit had moved on to see what the others were doing or not. My EMF meter was still on, but I may have been visited by another.
I declared my experiment a success and made a mental note to bring cards the next time, but I didn’t know what game this particular ghost preferred and I didn’t know many, just the basics. Maybe the others would like to participate next time.
I got the feeling from this brief encounter that this ghost may have been an actor and was used to passing the time playing cards. Or it may have been the one running the films and played cards between changing reels.
I did some research and discovered that the original owner of the building did set up a weekly poker game. He made his business legitimate with the playhouse. His son started running the movie house to bring in more customers, but his father still ran his poker games. He did expand it to nightly when it became a movie theater and the games were set up behind the stage in the old dressing rooms.
I learned of other businesses in town that ran “after hour” events as well.
It’s interesting what you can learn about a town by asking questions of the living who are willing to share. It’s just a ghostly nudge that gets the mind thinking about the random words that were spoken.
My local coffee shop is a great place to meet my fellow ghost hunters and friends who have an interest in the paranormal. It’s also a good place to meet new people who have had experiences they can’t explain.
We don’t usually have an agenda when we meet. Sometimes we just talk about the ordinary things of home, family and friends.
There’s an old abandoned haunted hospital that we’ve all visited from time to time. It seems an investigation is never completed, it has only reached another point in our personal experiences.
This old hospital is not a place I want to visit at night. There is no electricity running in the place and it has been abandoned for years. I’ve received permission to visit it from time to time as have my friends. It’s always a good idea not to visit abandoned properties haunted or not alone. No one knows what one will find or the dangers that are afoot with rotted flooring and ceilings that could cave in or critters that have crawled in or worse.
This particular hospital is very haunted, built in the early 1800’s and used as a sanitarium for those with tuberculosis, incurable diseases, mental or physical disorders and various nervous conditions. Just standing in front of the old building makes me feel uncomfortable. I’ve heard odd sounds, both mechanical in nature, screams and maniacal laughter that chills me to the bone.
Of course such places get a reputation with unkind labels, but from what we’ve investigated, the rumors may be more fact than fiction. The place was closed down 20 to 30 years ago and there are people still living who had worked there or had family members who had worked there and told of their strange experiences.
I do get visions of it being a Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory. There is definitely something odd about the 5th floor. At night people have reported lights in the hospital, electrical lights lighting up the whole place. They know it is impossible, but they know what they saw.
The one thing that was singled out for our discussion centered around the elevator. I had been there when I heard it moving on old metal grating metal gears. I’ve seen the doors open and close. I’ve watched the old half clock hand move up to the 5th floor and stop.
Graham was brave enough to go into the elevator and ride it up to the 5th floor and step out.
“I carefully walked around, holding my EMF meter up. I followed it where it led me.”
He stood in one particular spot, closed his eyes to concentrate on the room generally and the one spot where he was standing.
He spoke aloud, “Tell me about this place. I’ve heard rumors, but I need verification.”
Graham waited and heard shuffling first to his right, then left and he felt surrounded by energy. He heard one voice in particular say, “True.”
This brought chills to everyone listening.
The elevator made a grunting noise, according to Graham and he decided to take it down to the lobby. The stairway was not safe to maneuver.
While in the elevator, he had a conversation with an entity that seemed to know what had happened on that particular floor. The words, “Failure.” “Complete failure.” rang through the elevator.
What Graham gathered was that there were experimental operations that failed. From the screams and shuffling of feet there were many failed experiments that resulted in the patients being worse off than before.
The elevator didn’t stop at the lobby, but took him down to the basement. This, he knew, was the morgue.
Although everything had been removed from the basement, there was a built-in freezer that was used to stack the bodies. The words, “35 high” echoed in the basement. The word “murdered” was also heard.
Our imaginations went wild with this news. It did seem logical and with the rumors that many patients who were no longer able to pay, instead of being released to family, “volunteered” to have operations in the hopes of being cured.
Graham was also shown a place where bodies were buried behind the hospital. This was a field that had been sold by the city and now has warehouses on it.
Graham’s investigation is taking him to contact some of the warehouse owners and talk to them about any paranormal activity.
It’s times like this that makes one wonder if digging for the truth would do more harm than good, both for the living and the dead.
