Hello all!
Recently a post came up at Jezebel and the comments section has just evolved into everyone sharing their ghostly and unexplainable personal experiences. The post is located here, if you'd like to read some to get in the "spirit" of things
My main experiences have been less "concrete" and more about a general "feeling", if that makes sense. My mother has a few and I'm planning on sharing hers after I speak with her this afternoon. I guess I would say my most intense experiences have been as follows:
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A few years ago, my husband (then boyfriend) and I took a road trip across country from the midwest to the pacific northwest. On our way back, we decided to visit the site of Custer's battle, since it was fairly on our way. We picked up a brochure as the entrance, and on the drive our to the battle site, I read the brochure and realized it was within just few days of the event however many years prior. It was hot. Sweltering. Hideously oppressive. I could hardly bear to exit the vehicle. I just sensed this strong, STRONG presence of anger, menacing, threatening. It was extremely awful. I got back in the car and we got out of there without much more ado.
Later that day, as we drove by Mt. Rushmore, a strong storm built. Mountain goats and deer crossed our path on the mountain as they were trying to take shelter for the building storm. As we came down the mountain, a large bull buffalo stood in our path. We stopped the car. It looked at us. We looked at it. it slowly moved out of the center of the road to our lane, and we slowly went around it. It was on my side of the car and our eyes locked as we passed. All of the campsites were full, so we kept driving. It was evening and the storm finally came. It was pretty intense, driving through that storm, we came upon a town, Pine Ridge, and noticed the water was flooding over the road. My husband forged through it (bad idea, I know) and we tried to keep going, but it was so dark and stormy we couldn't see where we were going. I was freaking out. We drove up to this intersection and I realized we had driven into road construction, but it was so floody that the cones were floating and had been blown everywhere. I made my husband turn around, RIGHT THEN! Pull over to the side of the road and that was it for the night, I couldn't take any more.
The next morning we woke to clear weather. We realized we were on an indian reservation and we'd parked in a parking lot. We went back to the intersection and realized we had been close to driving right into a huge hole from the construction. We headed on our way and realized we were only a few miles from the Wounded Knee site, so we stopped there. it was dawn, and slightly foggy. There was one other traveller there, who had coincidentally came from the same part, the same small highway, that we had came from in the Pacific Northwest. The traveller went off toward the creek bed and my husband and I went to pay our respects to the gravesite. The sense there was much different. A sense of quiet sadness. Like a child you don't want to leave. Not anger or threatening sensations like before. Anyway, we paid our respects and were eventually on our way.
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The most recent one is shorter, and it happened just a few months ago. My husband, toddler and I went to visit a town nearby. We walked all over the downtown area and kept being urged to visit the newly renovated historic courthouse. Apparently the jail had been a working jail until sometime in the seventies or eighties. Eventually we made our way to the courthouse. It was very tall with a big winding staircase. We climbed the staircase, exploring each level and, finally, found the jail. There's not much to the story, just that it was quite a foreboding place. I was very hesitant about entering. The energy was strong. I did enter the mail area, where the tables were, but I did NOT got back to the cells... *shudder*. The entire room was covered in graffiti, dates, names... Some pictures and more information is available here if you are interested.
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Does anyone care to share their own supernatural, ghostly experiences? Tis the season!
(crossposted in TAO)
Recently a post came up at Jezebel and the comments section has just evolved into everyone sharing their ghostly and unexplainable personal experiences. The post is located here, if you'd like to read some to get in the "spirit" of things
My main experiences have been less "concrete" and more about a general "feeling", if that makes sense. My mother has a few and I'm planning on sharing hers after I speak with her this afternoon. I guess I would say my most intense experiences have been as follows:
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A few years ago, my husband (then boyfriend) and I took a road trip across country from the midwest to the pacific northwest. On our way back, we decided to visit the site of Custer's battle, since it was fairly on our way. We picked up a brochure as the entrance, and on the drive our to the battle site, I read the brochure and realized it was within just few days of the event however many years prior. It was hot. Sweltering. Hideously oppressive. I could hardly bear to exit the vehicle. I just sensed this strong, STRONG presence of anger, menacing, threatening. It was extremely awful. I got back in the car and we got out of there without much more ado.
Later that day, as we drove by Mt. Rushmore, a strong storm built. Mountain goats and deer crossed our path on the mountain as they were trying to take shelter for the building storm. As we came down the mountain, a large bull buffalo stood in our path. We stopped the car. It looked at us. We looked at it. it slowly moved out of the center of the road to our lane, and we slowly went around it. It was on my side of the car and our eyes locked as we passed. All of the campsites were full, so we kept driving. It was evening and the storm finally came. It was pretty intense, driving through that storm, we came upon a town, Pine Ridge, and noticed the water was flooding over the road. My husband forged through it (bad idea, I know) and we tried to keep going, but it was so dark and stormy we couldn't see where we were going. I was freaking out. We drove up to this intersection and I realized we had driven into road construction, but it was so floody that the cones were floating and had been blown everywhere. I made my husband turn around, RIGHT THEN! Pull over to the side of the road and that was it for the night, I couldn't take any more.
The next morning we woke to clear weather. We realized we were on an indian reservation and we'd parked in a parking lot. We went back to the intersection and realized we had been close to driving right into a huge hole from the construction. We headed on our way and realized we were only a few miles from the Wounded Knee site, so we stopped there. it was dawn, and slightly foggy. There was one other traveller there, who had coincidentally came from the same part, the same small highway, that we had came from in the Pacific Northwest. The traveller went off toward the creek bed and my husband and I went to pay our respects to the gravesite. The sense there was much different. A sense of quiet sadness. Like a child you don't want to leave. Not anger or threatening sensations like before. Anyway, we paid our respects and were eventually on our way.
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The most recent one is shorter, and it happened just a few months ago. My husband, toddler and I went to visit a town nearby. We walked all over the downtown area and kept being urged to visit the newly renovated historic courthouse. Apparently the jail had been a working jail until sometime in the seventies or eighties. Eventually we made our way to the courthouse. It was very tall with a big winding staircase. We climbed the staircase, exploring each level and, finally, found the jail. There's not much to the story, just that it was quite a foreboding place. I was very hesitant about entering. The energy was strong. I did enter the mail area, where the tables were, but I did NOT got back to the cells... *shudder*. The entire room was covered in graffiti, dates, names... Some pictures and more information is available here if you are interested.
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Does anyone care to share their own supernatural, ghostly experiences? Tis the season!
(crossposted in TAO)
s They sat in a group of folding chairs in the cellar, for more war horror stories. This, of course, was where the corpses from the attic ended up prior to burial - which often didn't happen right away. After a brief consultation with them regarding the hijinks in the attic, the guide advised CBF's wife to stand near the stairs so that she could easily make a hasty exit if she felt the need to do so.
, the desk manager chuckled and said, "Let me guess - you just did the Farnsworth tour?" Apparently, they keep a bank of rooms free just for the people who do the tour and then decide that they can't stay there, after all. 
He knew that she was WAY too freaked out to hear it, then. In fact, she couldn't even be in the same room whenever he told this story, for a long time.
