Since I was young, as far back as I can remember anyways, I have always been interested in the paranormal. The idea of ghost hunting, searching for aliens, and working with Mulder and Sculley seemed like it would be a cool thing to do. Of course the thought of ever actually seeing a ghost scared the hell out of me. Because of this fear, as you can imagine, my future with the X-Files was unobtainable.
Moving forward in time, let's say about 25 years, we come to present day. I am now 37 years old. A few months ago, my family and I moved into a new home. Well I shouldn't say new, but new to us. After several weeks my wife began to ask me if I had seen anything strange going on in the house. She particularly wanted to know if I had seen what looked like a little girl, besides the two of our own, in the house. The answer was and still is no.
So one bored Friday night, my wife and I were having some friends over for adult social hour. We began talking about this little girl that my wife had been seeing. The suggestion of conducting an EVP session was mentioned, and well, seeing how easy the TV makes it look I thought, "Sure, I'm down." Little did I know that things were about to change for me. When we went back to review our EVP sessions, I was blown away by what I was hearing. It sounded like we had captured some voices. Regardless if they really were voices or not, the idea of the whole thing scared but excited me. I wanted to try it every weekend. I began reading everything I could get my hands on about ghost hunting. I was becoming a ghost hunting junkie with very little idea of what I was really getting myself into.
Thursday, September 29, 2011 is the night that changed everything. Over the last few weeks, I have been traveling to a particular cemetery to "ghost hunt". Its called Strawberry Chapel, located in Berkeley County, South Carolina, just outside of Moncks Corner.
On this particular night, I and another were conducting EVP sessions. Not having a lot of money or resources, our equipment is very basic and limited; old 8mm camcorder, cell phone, compass, you get the idea. Anyway, I was holding the 8mm camcorder while asking just simple questions.
All of a sudden I felt the most intense chill come across my body from my right side starting at my shoulder. I was speechless, almost frozen with fear. Never in my life have I ever felt anything like it. It felt somewhat like the chill had come from inside me, from my very being. It was in this moment that I "KNEW" this wasn't a game anymore.
As sure as I'm writing this, I know that there was someone or something that stood next to me with its hand on my shoulder. I did not capture any voice or visual from that moment. I did however capture what may be a hard quick breath but not 100% sure it wasn't my own. As minor as this event may seem to some of you, it changed my outlook on ghost hunting completely. I'm new at this, but I do not plan on stopping. Much like my favorite show says "The truth is out there"