Over the last 15 years one of the fire halls I performed maintenance on had garnered a reputation as being haunted. There were strange swirling globes of light, odd sounds, smells of cooking, and even an ethereal figure of a woman, from the waist up only, that faded away after turning and looking at the observer.
About two years ago this fire hall was decommissioned and abandoned. I assisted in boarding it up. There were items of value yet to be removed for use in other buildings and I set about retrieving them. I was working in the garage part of the hall on a ladder when I heard a rumbling followed by a thud. Then again a rumbling, for about three seconds then a thud. This occurred several more times. This noise was coming through the wall, from the living quarters. I was the only person that was supposed to be in the building. My best guess was that a street person had broken in and was making the noise (why? I don't know). Being alone I did not investigate.
A fellow employee showed up twenty minutes later. I told him of the noise and together we scoured the living quarters but we found no living soul there. About to give up looking for the source of the sound, we came upon the sliding closet door in the dorm on a wall adjacent to the garage. I rolled it on its track and it made the same rumbling sound and when it came to a stop at the end, the same thud. I went to the garage and had my work mate slide the door to its end stop; it made the exact same rumble and thud as I had heard earlier when I was "alone" in the fire hall.
A few days later I told a friend of mine, "Bill" who was one of the fire fighters who had worked in that fire hall, what had happened. When he worked there he had experienced some of the weird happenings at this site. He had also heard unexplained noises in the same closet that I referred to earlier in this account. Bill is a self-described ghost magnet who claims to be able to see and communicate with ghosts. His many stories of ghostly occurrences have been corroborated by his wife and son.
Bill also told me of table tipping. I was not familiar with this up to that time. For the benefit of some who don't know what it is either, here is my explanation in a nut shell. I am sure there are variations on this topic but this is my sole experience with it.
A light table is sat around by four people. Finger tips are lightly placed on the table top. After the proper invocation, spirits are supposed to move, vibrate, knock, or tip the table in response to questions asked of the spirits by the people sitting around it. "Yes" answers, start more table moving, tipping or knocking action and "no" answers cause lessening of the table action.
Bill very much wanted to try a table tipping session at his old "haunt".
I had the keys.
One May evening, (with permission from my supervisor I might add) five of us went to the ex-fire hall in the early evening. Bill brought his table and invited two other people to the fire hall; I brought a friend of mine who was curious. Out of our group only Bill had ever done table tipping before.
We set up Bill's card table and four folding chairs in the dorm room that housed the closet with the self-moving door. There was no electricity at the hall so it was quite dark inside. After a very short time Bill announced that he felt the spirits were ready to speak. Four of us sat around the table while my friend, having brought his camera, was the official photographer.
We placed our finger tips lightly on the table. After only a few inviting words from Bill, the table started moving, vibrating, and gyrating within seconds. I laughed and scoffed, accusing Bill of moving the table. It was too dark to see if he was moving it but I did not really think it would start this way or this soon. No drawn out invocation, no waiting, no foul smells or cold spots, nothing like that. He insisted that it was the spirits and started asking questions of them.
The table moving increased and it even started rising and falling in little bumps. I scoffed all the more. Bill announced that there was too much negative energy from one quarter of the group. He turned on a flashlight and I was summarily dismissed from the table.
My friend was asked to sit in on the session instead of me and I was to become the photographer. The flashlight was turned off and once again the table started its auto-gyrations.
It was dark so I could see almost nothing but I had no trouble maneuvering in the mostly empty room. Yes and no questions were asked of the spirits and I could hear the satisfied responses of the group of four. I could also hear chairs scraping and the sound of banging table legs. All the while I was taking pictures. I even took some from floor level to show under the table, to make sure there was no trickery or other dishonest hank panky. The flash of the camera was intense but too brief, of course, for me to make out what was happening. I took exactly 100 photos.
During this time I felt nothing odd or creepy, the only thing that made this like a Hollywood depiction was a ferocious thunderstorm that rolled in and then out again before we were through.
After the session, with flashlights back on, we cleaned up the table and chairs as the four discussed the tremendous amount of activity from the table. We went to a coffee shop nearby and they told me that the table was even standing on one leg at times. I couldn't wait to see the pictures!
At home, I uploaded the pictures to my computer and was amazed by what I saw. Try as I might I could not find a way in which Bill might have orchestrated this in an underhanded way. At all times fingers remained on top of the table; no knees or anything else could be seen lifting the table from underneath. I was there during the brief set up. There were no strings or even places to hang them from. My friend, who accompanied me, said that he even pushed down on the risen table some and said that there was an odd spongey sort of resistance.
I am at a loss to explain the encounter in any other way but genuine. In most cases of spirit activity there is little evidence after the fact. In this case I have 100 photos. I will link to some of them for your perusal and enjoyment. They will be completely unretouched except that I must blot out the faces of the participants as they do not want public recognition.
I know that the nature of orbs is hotly debated; some consider them dust while others believe they are spirit beings. While orbs do not really figure into this account, there are orbs-a-plenty in many of the photographs (whatever they may be). Again, enjoy.