This unknown quest I'm on, it's a mission of stepping into a world of belief, do you agree? I hunt the paranormal as if it were a special part of me being alive. I find a purpose in seeking into the realm we can't understand. It's not just a thrill, oh no, not even close. It's a journey into history, into the future, into the unknown. This is my 3rd year being a paranormal investigator. I want to tell you a story: a true ghost story of an endeavor I spent alone at a place called St. Joseph's Episcopal Church.
It was a Thursday evening, I had got off work, the fog had settled in the valleys, the sun was setting and the air was damp and chilly. On my way home, I looked over at my camera in the seat next to me. I wanted to go take some pictures... But where? Hmm... I drove to a place I have been to many times to visit with different people. I've been to the church by myself other times alone as well. It's not a long drive to the church.
As I drove, I felt a sense of excitement inside my heart, knowing I was going to ask the spirits of the church and the church's graveyard to show themselves. I only wanted a picture, not too much to ask for, eh? *grin* I arrive at the church as the sun is setting behind the mountain to the north, I can see it through the fog just a wee bit. The air is blowing it's chilled breeze up my skirt (and to think, it's smack dab in the middle of winter and I fear the cold (for real, I do!)).
With my trusty Kodak in hand, I park my car, get out and venture to the cemetery. I'm five steps into the cemetery when BANG! ~ A metal sound inside the church happened and it scared the hell out of a deer maybe twenty feet from me, it jumped, I jumped, but I took pictures, I didn't run, I took picture after picture.
A bird flew from above, it was getting dark quick. I sensed something near. Something almost to fear... Let me tell you some history: The preacher of this church ~ he was a monk, he hung himself in this church and was buried with a cross tombstone right next to the church. Flowers (the greens of flowers) surround his grave year round, they seriously never die. Even feeling of the grass upon his grave, it's warmer, you can really feel a difference. This is only a piece of it's history... So, I go to this grave and I apologize for what some old friends of mine had done, they made a mess, broke my heart it did, so, I took the blame, told him they should have known better and I should have stopped them. Sure, this was years ago, and I had apologized to it before, but this time, I had a feeling I wasn't talking to the air.
For some reason, I sensed something had been watching that deer and it didn't run from the bang, it was now watching me... I step backwards towards my car while taking more pics, I had spoke not a word, just a gasp... While standing next to my car where it felt safe, I took more pics, felt the energies of the area, and just starred at the church. Sure is a creepy church... I had gotten photos from before, like a blue light in a window or a red light in another window or green mist coming from the front door and more... I can post 'em or send you a link to my evidence; whichever, just ask.
So, I go back into the cemetery after I feel calm and take more pictures. Seems like I heard voices travel with the wind, almost sounded like 3 men speaking a chant. I asked out loud if that was spirits that I was hearing. Then I asked to please let me take a picture, that I was here with respect only to make conversation or only to visit with a meaningful purpose, to maybe make them known, you all following me? The wind is blowing, I heard those men speaking again, some sorta wind chant (I'll call it that.) I'm ready to go, it was getting too cold and I was starting to shake from the chill of the air.
I get into my car, start it, pull around to where I can get some good pics from within my car and I 'snap, flash, snap flash, over and over... For my last couple of pictures, I decided to mix things up. I said in a demanding voice, "Let me take your picture." Well, guess this was the wrong thing to say because my camera was then slapped out of my hands and into my lap. I heard the smack, felt the smack. I rolled the window up, my heart was going to leap out but instead of being scared for too long, I rolled the window back down and took more pictures, fast pictures and said, "So that's how you show yourself? By being mean?" It wasn't those exact words but close enough. It didn't scare me, it made me smile that it gave enough of it's time to show me it was there.
As I left, I continued to take pics and got nothing that evening by the way, it was too foggy. No good pictures what-so-ever, but one heck of a ghost story, eh?! On to the next...;)