Due to technical problems, our Halloween post did not go live on Halloween, so I'd like to wish all a belated Halloween. To do that, I'm bringing you this awesome guest post from ghost hunter/author Micheal Rivers!!
It was not an actual choice to become involved with the paranormal. My house and all the world around me was consumed with the spirits from the other side. It all became as natural as sitting down to dinner with friends. I was taught it was normal, and they must be respected just as everything should be in the world we live in. I grew into a man respecting the spirits of those passed who most either cannot, or refuse to see. I believe it could be the fear of facing the unknown and something that cannot be controlled.
The urge to know more about the spirits was undeniable and I was intrigued as to why a spirit would stay here on Earth when I was also taught God had a home for all souls. I had so many unanswered questions and I was determined to find the answers.
Following my instincts I traveled to many places and never had a fear of what I may find. This particular investigation took me far beyond what my senses failed to warn me about. For most of my years I investigated hauntings alone and never bothered to discuss my findings except with a select few people who had the same interest as I did.
Gathering my 35 mm Yashika camera and a new recorder I had just received; I headed for South Carolina. I had been told of a plantation house built in 1814 that was having more paranormal activity than the community was pleased with. They avoided the house like a plague. Usually children or teenagers would find a way to smash windows or use the abandoned house for other purposes. This house was completely untouched!
My Marine Corps buddy introduced me to the owner and he gave me permission to investigate all I wanted to with a condition. “If anything happens to you son, I ain’t gonna be responsible for it. There is something in there that don’t want to be bothered by man or beast.” I agreed and told him that was not a problem.
During the hours of daylight I shot several rolls of film and made sure I knew every inch of the house. The house was situated well away from the road so I knew I would have very little if any interference from noises coming from the highway. This priceless old mansion had never had electricity covering the entire house, and water was heated from a boiler unit in the basement. I went inside of the house and made myself comfortable in an overstuffed chair that had never been removed from the parlor. All through the house there was still furniture and other things left from the former tenants. Through the light of the lantern I kept seeing shadows darting here and there but never long enough to identify the shapes. I had never had silence to make me feel uncomfortable. Here, the silence of the darkness in the other rooms was disquieting. I was not afraid and still it brought back feelings; questioning what is there? It was a feeling of being watched. I was being watched by something that wasn’t very friendly.
I took more photographs and began to go into the rooms where I felt something was there. I could see a door leading into the old dining room from the parlor. A shuffling noise directly behind me caused me to turn quickly, in the same breath the dining room door slammed with all its might literally shaking the floorboards beneath my feet.
Heavy footsteps sounded running up the stairs. I wasted no time in following behind them. Before I could reach the landing the footsteps were already going down the hallway and I saw one of the doors slam shut. I knew I had caught someone in the house with me. I walked easily to the door and tried to open it. It refused to open as if it was locked. Not worried about damaging anything I turned toward anger at someone trying to frighten me. I busted the door with one good kick. The inside of the room was small. It was no more than a closet and completely empty!
No-one had come out of this room and I had forced my way in. The questions in my mind were growing bigger all the time. I heard voices all around me during the night. There were sounds of dishes being broken with none on the property. Doors moved on their own as well as windows. Some made noticeable sounds where others moved on silent rusted hinges. Chasing the shadows became almost an urgency to discover what was there.
Standing inside you could hear someone pacing the floors upstairs. Stepping outside of the old mansion I looked up at the second floor that I knew for a fact was empty. There were candle lights moving across the windows from room to room and twice I witnessed the shadow of a small man. Rushing back inside and up the stairs I found all of the rooms to be as silent and dark as a tomb. I had taken pictures the entire time this was happening.
Many times something would brush past me bumping into me at its leisure. In the short stairway leading to the old study I was pushed against the wall not unlike something trying to force me out of its way. I never saw anything that could have pushed me. The strangest thing I remember most was the lack of cob webs or droppings from rats or mice on the floors. There was a lot of dust and no sign of anything ever having been in the house. There had been no-one living in the house since 1930.
The next day I dropped off my film at the drugstore to be sent off for developing. Rushing to my motel I stripped for a hot shower and found fresh bruises and scratches on my chest, arms and face. I did not remember ever hitting anything that would cause this. Two days later I received my pictures. There was nothing on any of them you would consider evidence! One picture stood out sharply in my mind. One door was nailed shut leading to the basement. In my pictures the door was open and a faint mist filled the doorway. As for my recorder, it never worked another day after spending the night there. The old mansion was burned to the ground by the owner two weeks later.
*note: In the video below, please turn your speakers all the way up to hear the soft sounds of the child's voice.
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