Frightening Realization

Although I have many ghost stories and paranormal experiences, one night in particular stands out. First, let me start by saying that I had been conducting paranormal investigations for about a year before this night and in total about five years now. I have witnessed full body apparitions, seen physical objects move and recorded documented evidence of Electronic voice phenomenon, and ectoplasm, I thought that I was prepared for what happened that night. Second I wanted to keep this location out of the story because, there have been recent incidents of vandalism there. That night I had been investigating with two of my friends Morgan and Herb. Morgan, was interested in my hobby, but had never been on an investigation before. He was intrigued by the whole attempt to prove these places real or unreal. My partner and investigator, Herb, was quite the skeptic, and I thought he would never change, but he played along as usual. Our plans for the night always included at least two, sometimes three, haunted locations in case there were complications. This night in April, the Georgia air was warm and inviting, and after visiting two other places with rather negative results, we decided on going home. At this point, I was feeling a little bit disappointed and tired. We were discussing the other locations when our friend Morgan mentioned hearing about a haunted cemetery not to far from where we were stationed. After a quick check of the map, we decided to hit one last stop before turning in. Now I don’t recommend this, but our plan was to go there without permission, thankfully we weren’t caught. When I read up on this cemetery later, it was described as a paranormal hotspot, and ...a must for any ghost hunter and they weren’t kidding! As soon as we pulled over into the middle of the cemetery I opened the trunk to get out our equipment, Morgan was getting anxious, and not in a nice way. He was shaking uncontrollably, and he was paler than I have ever! Seen a human being. Morgan decided it was safer to wait in the car. After trying to reason with Morgan, I started to open the trunk with Herb standing next to me. Both our heads snapped back at the same time because we heard footsteps behind us on the paved road. I remember that we were whispering to each other that cliché of Do you hear that. Yea...do you? While we were looking in that direction the footsteps continued and were getting louder and closer together, as if something was walking then starting to run at us. When we thought the footsteps were about ten feet or so in front of us it suddenly stopped. Everything became cold. I looked at Herb and he was the same milky color as Morgan was a few minutes ago, and tears were running down both of our cheeks. Morgan popped his head out of the window, scaring us in the process and asked who was running. We didn’t answer him right away. I immediately pulled out the Electromagnetic Frequency detector and took a reading, it was moving between 15.5 and 20. Some of the most haunted places I have been to, I have almost never seen the EMF meter go above ten or so. When I leaned over to show Herb the reading I said check this out. Then it really started. As if my voice activated some imaginary start button, the EMF meter shot up to 30 and at the same time, we heard the most inhuman screech. I couldn’t begin to describe it. I'm from an Irish background, and I remember the stories about the wail of the Banshee. To this day, I still have no doubt that a Banshee is what it was. I have almost never run away from a haunted place, especially during an investigation but this time I was scared out of my wits. This shrill scream sent a shock wave through us, even Al, jumped out of the car to find out what it was, and upon seeing Herb and I lunge for the door handles he got back in. when we shut the doors the windows in the car were still down and we could still hear the scream, I was fumbling for the keys and Morgan and Herb were forcing themselves to remain calm. When I put the key!  In the ignition, I started to turn the car over and stopped mid stride. I was staring ahead of us at the top of a small hill, where there was a white glowering and wispy cloud, slowly moving off to the right. I no longer had the ability to speak, I was extremely terrified, and I just pointed. It didn’t take long for Herb and Morgan to notice what I was pointing at; we just sat there mesmerized by this strange luminescent cloud. After a few minutes, the cloud disappeared, and the screeching stopped. I was too shaky to drive so Herb took the wheel and drove us home. To this day, I get chills whenever I think about what happened that night, matter of fact the hairs on the back of my neck are standing as I'm typing this. My friends Morgan and Herb came to me over the course of the next few days and asked me what that was. I told them my suspicions, and my theory. It was enough to make a believer out of Herb. If you have ever heard of a banshee, you might know that the Irish believe they appear to people who are going to die or when someone closes to! You die and I have heard of them being witnessed here in America. It was a very trying few weeks after that; I called everyone I knew just to make sure they were okay. I have told the story to tons of people, and only a few believed me. Sometimes I wish I had recorded audio that night and other times I do not ever want to hear that sound again.

The Old Wooden Rocker

Where this paranormal quest began for me .My big sis Dawn & I had a conversation sometime ago about a memory I had that I knew was real but at the same time unsure as it happened so long ago.  It is so vivid in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I knew it had to be real and after our conversation, she reassured me that yes it happened. I was no more than four or five at the time maybe even younger. My dad took us to this house for what reason I have no idea. I remember standing outside this house thinking this is a castle .The roof of the house seemed to be touching the clouds it was so high. It was very old the wood was rotting away and the shutters that had not fallen off  were barely attached to the windows which themselves were long since broken out .As we entered the doorway I remember the sound of the door opening it was like the high pitch squeal of a train breaking quickly. The smell was horrible I swear this house was the reason I have asthma now... it was so thick with dust ,wood fibers and mold...( I’m going to have an asthma attack just thinking about it )I remember walking around this beautiful house taking in everything I seen. Once flowing lace curtains were shredded and weather beaten, an old dining table still standing even with one leg missing, broken glass, cast iron cookware that had rust spots all over them from the rain that had been for years falling through a hole in the ceiling. As we walked up the stairs to the second level most of the stairs were missing so we had to ever so  carefully jump to the next available step .It seemed like there were a million little bedrooms each filled with various household items and torn up furniture. I wondered by myself into  one room the room which I was drawn to and the one  I will never forget there were  old trunks and boxes each filled with clothes from an era long gone .In one trunk there were beautiful yet  tattered hats with wide brims , feathers and see through fabric drapping the front of the hats .An old rocking chair with one arm broken off and laying in the floor across the room the fabric on the chair was faded on the back & seat cushion .I remember being able to just make out the pattern on the fabric it had people dancing on it with ladies in long wide gowns & their hair was fixed high with long flowing curls. In that, same room there was a small wooden cradle with a horse hand painted on the outside of it. I went to the corner of the room where something caught my attention it was a doll half of her face was broken but I could see she had beautiful brown eyes with reddish cheeks. I took the doll into my arms walked over to the other side of the room and picked up the arm that had fallen off of the rocking chair walked back  to the rocking chair and tried as best as I could to get the arm back on. I tried but to no avail so I just sat slowly in the chair being careful because I was thinking the chair was going to break because it was so old. I sat with the doll & rocked back & forth for what seemed like an hour .The sun was setting but still shining in the window onto where I was sitting .As I sat there rocking the doll this beautiful women dressed in a long wide flowing dress with a wide brimmed hat came through the door she walked  over to the cradle bent over as to look into the cradle  then looked up at me  she walked over to me stood beside the rocking chair raised her hand  and began to stroke my hair she was there for a brief minute then she was gone . I looked around kind of wondering who that pretty lady was I remember that I wasn’t afraid at all .After a few more minutes I  decided it was time to go so I put the baby doll in the cradle I found what looked like a pillowcase on the floor and covered the baby doll in the cradle. I slowly walked out of the room watching where I walked because of all the holes in the old wooden floor when I reached the staircase I walked half way down and  I turned back around and there she was again the pretty lady with the long flowing dress sitting in the rocking chair rocking back and forth with the baby doll in her arms  which was covered in the pillowcase that I had placed on the baby doll as she rocked she smiled she never caught my eyes again she just looked down at the baby doll .I then went down stairs where I met up with the rest of my family .As we walked outside I looked at this big beautiful  house and a feeling of warmth came over me. As we drove off, I kept looking back until the old house was completely out of sight. Years later, I would pass that house on my way to work everyday and that same feeling of warmth would come over me, .It would make me smile knowing that for a brief moment in my life this beautiful women shared something very dear to her. I am grateful for having experienced that .I can still remember how gentle she was stroking my hair as if to relay to me you are special .I never seen her again after that day  but I will always carry her in my heart . I thank her for the peace she brought to my life so many years ago.

So that’s my story & how I began my journey into the world of the paranormal.

By Teresa M.