This happened to me and my brother about six years ago. My brother is one of those people who likes to go looking for paranormal activity, but he isn't a professional. One night, he asked me if I would like to join him, and I agreed. I had no idea what was in store for us...
I'm not sure anymore what the name of the town was, but it's in southern Indiana. To the best of my knowledge there have never been any news reports calling the place, 'The Silent Room', but there must have been news about the murders that took place there. It was a long time ago, probably in the 40's, but I wouldn't know... I never did any research on the place. I didn't want anything to do with it after that night.
We rode out to country road that led to the farm where the Silent Room stood. The 'room' itself was a Quonset hut converted by its original owner to be soundproof. There, he supposedly committed 26 murders; all young, beautiful women in their 20's. He silenced the room so he would be the sole witness to their suffering. When he was accused of the murders, the police searched the house and the room, but there was no evidence. He was thorough in cleaning up after himself. The bodies were never recovered. Back then, modern techniques of forensic science hadn't been used yet, so there was nothing to be done. The accused, however, must have been guilty, because within a week of the search, he was found hanging from a beam inside the hut. A stool had been kicked aside at his feet. Whether the suicide had been out of guilt or fear of greater punishment, or if it was a suicide at all, is unknown.
When my brother and I arrived at the property, he got his camera and began recording. We approached the Quonset cautiously, because it was left open and abandoned, and for all we knew, raccoons or possums might have been inside. Passing the threshold, we noticed the signs of neglect - graffiti had been sprayed all over the walls, part of the roof was missing, and there was dust everywhere. There was a back entrance missing its door that led to a dark meadow, and beyond that, just inside the woods, a small, private graveyard of about six stones. As I approached the back door, my brother gave a quiet warning to stay away from it. I didn't, of course. I'm not exactly a fearless person, but I'm not scared off easily. But when I stood in the doorway, I had a very strong feeling of being watched... Then, out toward the treeline, I noticed movement. A deer? A coyote? No.
The movement I saw was humanoid.
A dark shadow had crept out of the woods as I watched. I quickly moved back into the hut and warned my brother to get back in the truck.
When we were back behind the wheel, he decided to explore the graveyard. I told him he was insane, but he insisted. It was his truck, after all. So I begrudgingly went along. Within a few minutes, we circled the property and found a small gravel road that led to the graveyard. Driving up, I got a foreboding feeling that again, we were being observed...
We got out of the truck to look at the stones. Not two minutes later, we began to hear shuffling in the woods, and the snapping of numerous twigs. By then my brother decided we'd seen enough, and we got back into the truck. After he started the engine, but before he could shift into drive, we began to hear rocks hitting the truck from behind, as if he'd already begun to peal out on the gravel. He threw it in drive and indeed pealed out, but about a third of the way down the drive, the headlights blinked out, leaving us moving in almost total darkness until we reached the road.
We narrowly escaped whoever or whatever had been watching us since the Quonset hut.
We never went back, and to this day, it is one of the freakiest things that has ever happened to me.