I want to share with everyone about the experience that changed my life. I had been a ghost hunter for 7 months and was getting a team together. My team was called G.A.P.S. This stands for Ghostly Appalachian Paranormal Society. I've studied the paranormal for a couple years and thought I could handle anything out there in the "other world". Well, I was wrong.
I learned a lesson that if you play with fire, yeah, you will get burned. There is a place called Buttermilk. I had been to this place four times already, each time with different people. This time I was with one guy and 3 other girls. The 'story' of this place is that a man died from freezing to death while hunting. He had no coat and story goes that your coat will get tugged on if you are there. This place is one road that leads 2 ways. It is a thick, wooded area that is used mainly for hunting bear.
One family lives at the end of the right side of the road. This is how we got permission to ghost hunt here. Okay, so it's almost dark. Our team had been walking around the road, taking pictures, listening for anything, and we decided to provoke. I had the most terrible feeling inside me. I told my main partner about my feeling. She shrugged it off. We start walking one by one through the area where the spirit is said to remain. Nothing happens with the 3 girls. The guy walks through and says his coat just got tugged in the back. So, it's my turn now. I was wearing my husband's coat ~ lucky me... I walked through and my coat got tugged right below my right shoulder blade. I tell everyone.
My main partner gets her dossing rods and starts asking questions. I do not take much part in this. I didn't provoke with the group because the feeling inside me almost made me get sick. I was just scouring the woods for wild animals. I'm scared to death of wild animals, but, I tried to keep this fear inside. A cold spot comes out of nowhere near our group in the middle of the dirt road. We all feel it. It grows in size and becomes colder. I felt my coat get tugged on again in the same spot. I told everyone. The guy of the group got his coat tugged on again too. The temperature felt as if it had dropped to around 20 degrees or below and it was fall and the actual temperature was near 60 degrees. Of course it was nightfall, but, the temperature never dropped below 40 degrees the entire month.
We followed this cold spot for around 10 minutes or so while she used her rods. I felt someone grab my right arm, right above my elbow. I looked to see and there was no one there to my right. I immediately let everyone know that I just got grabbed and told them where. When my coat was touched in the spot where I felt something grab me, it felt very hot. I kept touching my coat in this spot because it was so hot feeling and so strange. I told one of the girls to touch it and she said it felt hot to her too. I was telling everyone that I was freezing and ready to go. Nobody wanted to leave except me. I became numb. I had never been so cold in my life. I beg to leave and finally they agree. No one was cold like me for some reason.
So, I get home after a car ride that seemed like forever. I told my husband how cold I was and I was feeling very run down. It was late, close to midnight and I could not sleep. I felt like something was inside me taking my life. It was horrible. I felt very sad, very isolated and angry at the same time. I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was very sick. I couldn't hardly talk. I was out of my head even. I was so cold and numb. I curled up over the heater and could not even feel the heat. I asked God to help me rid myself of this demon. I tried to cast it out by yelling at it to leave and never come back. I finally called a priest and after going to church, I felt much better.
Still, to this very day, I cannot get hot. I stay cold, especially my fingertips and toes. I know this is long and I don't want to use too much space, so, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to ask/share and I will reply. Thanks for reading!