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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Welcome to the ghost Story, the podcast that on earths
the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode,
we bring you first hand accounts of ghostly encounters as
told by those who've experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself
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for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena.
Whether you're a sceptic or a believer, prepared to be
captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine.
Speaker 2 (01:09):
Welcome to ghost Story Podcast. I'm your host, author Eve s. Evans.
I invite you to explore the realm of the supernatural
with me, from haunted houses to ghostly apparitions. We're going
to uncover the secrets behind the unexplained. Join us as
we listen attentively to individuals who have faced the spectral unknown,
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sharing their spine chilling experiences and the lingering questions that
still haunt them. Get ready to confront the paranormal and
discover the truth behind each bone chilling tale. And with that,
let's begin.
Speaker 1 (01:46):
Now.
Speaker 3 (01:46):
My friends and I have gone on a number of
haunting expeditions throughout the country. Even I wouldn't call us
anything more than amateur ghost hunters. Even when one is
an amateur, you can still find some pretty compelling evidence
when it comes to the existence of an afterlife. As
they say, it is always better to be lucky than good.
I guess you could say. One of the luckiest if
one would consider coming in contact with an entity, was
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when we explored an old sanitarium back in the southern
part of the United States. Most of these places where
places of extreme sadness and neglect. In many cases, people
were thrown away and left for a number of reasons
that today would have been considered unthinkable. But if one's
family couldn't afford to send you to one of the
cushy locations, the person would find themselves locked away in
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a staborn facility, unsure if you'd ever find yourself free again.
Some of the most haunted locations in America are places
like the one we went to. Most experts in this
field would tell you that such concentrated amounts of abuse, torture,
and death are the ingredients one needs to see a
building with untold spirits of people who find themselves unable
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to move on from this world. Even though we should
have been more aware of the situation, we were walking into.
The five of us were confident that we were capable
of handling whatever the sanitarium had to throw at us.
Though we experienced a number of terrifying things in the building,
the worst was probably down in the morgue. The plan
was for me and my girlfriend Eric at the time,
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to go down there and do a call and response session,
along with setting up devices that were supposed to be
able to detect when a magnetic field passed nearby. Both
Eric and I thought we would have a pretty good
chance of getting something on the recorder while we were
down there. It was just after one a m. When
we finally decided to head down to the morgue. Even
after all the places we'd explored to that point, I
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still have to admit I was a bit nervous about
what we were walking into. If rumors were true, over
a thousand people had died inside these walls, and every
one of them, at one point in time, had been
taken to the very place the two of us were going.
The first thing that I felt when I walked into
the morgue was the heaviness in the room. It was
both a physical and mental feeling. The ceiling in the
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room was low, even for a place in a basement,
which made you stoop as if you couldn't stand up
straight in the room, even though there was almost a
foot of space between it and the top of my head.
As bad as the ceiling was, it was the feeling
in there that was the worst. The place just felt wrong.
I'd been in places where I'd felt like I was
being watched before, but in there it was almost like
I was being hunted, and whatever was there was closing in.
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I was constantly looking over my shoulder the entire time,
truly expecting someone or something to be there. We set
up the equipment and went about asking questions like what
is your name? And do you have anything you want
to tell us? Though the room was quiet, we continued
to record the digital voice recorders we both had in
hopes of picking up something below the normal range of
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human ears. The devices that detected magnetic fields went off
a number of times, which had me and Erica jumping
out of our skin. By the time the forty five
minutes we had allotted was up, I think both of
us are ready to get out of there. All five
of us took a turn down there, but it was
my friend Tony that got the worst of it. Given
there was no a number of us, he was the
one who volunteered to go down there by himself. It
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had been bad enough being there with Erica, to be
alone would have been terrifying. Still, all of us had
been alone in places before, though were haunted, and our
confidence in our skills probably left us blind to the dangers,
especially those of an angry spirit. We didn't want him
completely cut off to the four of us, so Tony
and I both had a radio in case he needed
to call for help. All of us waited upstairs while
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he did his own call and respond session, expecting to
hear a similar account to our um. This couldn't have
been further from the truth. The first thing that should
included a scent was when Tony started talking about hearing
something moving behind him, almost like someone was shuffling their feet.
He'd keep his channel broadcasting to us, but the noise
was quiet enough we weren't able to hear it over
the radio. Again and again, he asked, is someone there,
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but didn't get any response that he heard. Things only
got worse from there. He claimed to hear scratches coming
from all around him, and what sounded like rocks being
through him. Then all help broke loose in the morgue.
The last coherent thing that came over the radio was
Tony saying six words, I think something just touched me.
Then he started screaming over the radio, and all we
could do was run and hoped that we got there
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in time. It took us over a minute to get
to where Tony was. At the entire last thirty seconds,
all of us could hear our friends screaming in the distance.
It was the most terrified I'd ever been on one
of these things. By the time we made it to
the morgue, Tony had gone silent, and I was just
hoping he was okay. The small lantern that he'd brought
with him was tipped over, but still working. I scanned
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the edges of the room, my flashlight, cutting through the darkness,
until the circle of light came upon something huddling in
one corner of the room. If I hadn't been able
to recognize the clothes he was wearing, there would have
been no way for me to have known it was Tony.
His entire body was shaking, as if he were cold
and shivering. His knees had been pulled up to his chest,
and he'd wrapped his arms around them with his head
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tucked between his knees. I slowly walked over to my friend,
trying not to frighten him. Hey, Tony, it's me you
okay man. He didn't respond to my words, so I
put my hand on his shoulder. With speed I hadn't
seen in him, Tony leaped from the corner as if
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I'd attacked him. I could see the fear in his
eyes for a moment, a wildness that I had never
seen before, a wildness that hadn't been there before. It
disappeared quickly and really flooded his features. I walked over
and put my arms around him, and he began to
sob silently, I'm sure concerned lined my features as my
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eyes asked a silent question to the others. We had
all seen and experienced some strange things in our time
doing this, but nothing that would elicit such a reaction
like this. He continued to cry for another minute before
he was able to pull himself together enough to walk
out on his own. None of us were really interested
in staying in the building anymore. After seeing how Tony
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had reacted. Still, we had enough of our stuff there
that we couldn't just give up and leave in the
middle of the night. We decided that we'd just have
to stay the night in our vehicles and pack up
in the morning. It wasn't until we got outside that
I was finally able to check Tony out and see
if he was physically okay. To my horror, I could
see scratches lining his arms, almost like someone had raked
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their nails along his skin. There was also dark bruising
around both of his wrists, and this was just the
things that I could see. I'd heard of spirits being
able to physically manifest wounds on a person's body, but
this was the first time I'd ever been able to
witness at firsthand. Seeing his injuries also had me curious
about the audio that we'd all picked up on the
recorders while we were down there. I quickly loaded it
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up on my laptop and began listening to any unexplained voices.
I wasn't surprised by the number of things I found
as I listened to the data. Many different voices came
through saying help me get out, run, as well as
other things like crying and moaning. The worst thing I
heard was a voice from Tony's recorder that said, he's here.
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I have to wonder if the he they spoke of
is the one who is responsible for the scratches and
bruising he suffered. That was the last time Tony ever
went on an investigation with us. Truthfully, I can't blame
the guy. If I'd been through what he had, I
probably would have quit too. All of the places we
go now are a lot tamer than the sanitarium. I
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don't think any of us want to experience anything to
the level we did that night. I have toyed around
with the idea of going back, but every time I do,
I have nightmares of that place, and I quickly changed
my mind. In our case, over confidence was our downfall.