batbeg said:
Does anyone know that site of the man who recorded his tale of spelunking with a friend, and they eventually stumbled into some mysterious monster of some sort? It was a journal thing, the website set up like it was from the late 90s or something, had pictures for "evidence" and stuff. Pretty weird, but I can't find it. Obviously fake, though.
I have the link on my computer at home.
I'll post it tonight.
Really good, creepy read. I suggest reading it at night.
My experiences were mostly centered in my grandparents' 100+ year old house in Des Moines, Iowa.
My grandfather bought the house in the 1950's from a family of morticians. It's a beautiful 3 story house (plus basement, as most houses in Iowa tend to have)- and due to the space and location, the previous family would assist the community by allowing funeral viewings and wakes to take place in the house. It was a convenient location and very close to St. Augustine Catholic Church on Ingersoll. They ran this operation for over 50 years, to my understanding.
Anyway, everyone in my extended family has had strange encounters in that house- the majority being purely visual. In fact, they were so regular even while my mom, aunt, and uncles were growing up that my cousins, siblings, and I came to accept the activity as... well... not
normal, but acceptable.
My grandfather- a dentist and WWII vet (and also the most humble, faithful Irish Catholic I've ever known)- had encounters with a woman in a red formal dress (possibly late 30's, early 40's) on the second floor of the house sporadically from the mid '50s all the way until a week before his death in 2003. There was never any conversation, just moments of visualization. My grandmother saw her various times, as did my Uncle Michael and my mother. Always on the second floor, always just doing random things (sitting and looking out a window, going in and out of a guest room that was a sewing room with the previous owners). She was seen in broad daylight, as well as the evening.
The third floor (and curving staircase from the second to third floor) contained majority of the encounters of the house. Just to give a sense of perspective- the third floor has two bedrooms, an L-shaped landing, and a bathroom. The two rooms and bathroom would be located on the bottom part of the L. The staircase would start heading down in a curve from the top of the L.
The most prominent experience would the 4 children- in the age range of 3 to 6. Everyone living in the house (and even visiting, including my wife) encountered 1 or all of these kids at some point. They would run up and down the stairs and sit on the landing playing. They had a whispy, dream-like quality to them, making them difficult to gather significant details from- but one was a little girl and the rest were boys. Interestingly enough no one has seen them in the day- only at night. Unlike the lady in red, the children are audible as well- although they seem polite enough, only whispering with the occasional laugh.
You really cant get use to that. Even after 24 years of experience with them it always gave me goosebumps when I saw or heard them. They never entered the rooms, to my knowledge. They seemed happy, though
and thats all we ever really cared about. No creepy, crying, haunted kids here.
The other prominent apparition is a very tall, broad-shouldered man that was a consistent shade of gray. Later studies of the paranormal would lead me to believe this might have been what is often referred to as a shadow person. Only my Aunt Shaun, my cousin Katie, my brother, and I experienced this one (at different times). Unlike the children or the woman on the second floor, the experiences with this apparition were not welcoming- and is eerie as shit just thinking about it now. He tended to be stationary, normally standing in a doorway of one of the bedrooms for a few moments until disappearing into the landing. It would always occur very late- in the time range of 2am to 3:30am. The first time I saw him I was 8 years old and thought it was my dad looking in on me, but even though my dad is a big man, this thing was much bigger, usually tilting his head as if to look under the top of the door frame. Also worth mentioning the stairs and the landing on the 3rd floor would creak even with the slightest pressure on them. This figure made no noise- not even as it wandered onto the landing. The second time (it was the summer of my sophomore year of college, so I was 20) I was much more lucid, having just gone to the bathroom. I saw him in the doorway of the empty second bedroom, facing away from me as if he was just examining the floor of that room. That was about 10ft away from me. After a moment it bent slightly, walked into the dark bedroom, and it was gone. I ended up reading the rest of the night since I couldnt sleep after that. :lol My aunt claims to have seen him once a night for a whole week in April of 1963- but not again until a Christmas visit in the 80s.
In the mid-90s my mother and grandmother went through various viewing records that the funeral home on Grand Ave had (that evidently coordinated with the services provided by the previous owners), but couldnt find any matches with certainty of any of the apparitions.
They never spoke to us, they never bothered us, and theres no dramatic we got to release their souls nonsense. There was no closure to anything. My grandfather passed away in Feb. of 2003 and my grandmother couldnt maintain the large house on her own. The house was sold and that was it. Amazingly there were no creepy ghost stories in the naturally creepy basement.
I miss that house.
I tend to wonder what kind of energy a place could have that would maintain those kinds of manifestations. Were they attracted to the happy energy that always seemed to revolve around that house? Was it simply some visual space-time break and all we were seeing were imprints of previous events? I dont expect to ever know the answers in this lifetime
but by god it made growing up very, very interesting.