This is my story. Weather you choose to believe it is up to you.
My name is Ashleigh and I live in South Africa. I guess I should start off by telling you the background of the scenario since some places in the world have a very different outlook on normal day to day lives than others, as well as different names for different objects.
A few years back a bunch of my friends and I used to go down to the sports field which is like literally 5 blocks from my dad's place. We were young, about 16 at the time. Now when you see the sports field it is along side the main road and as soon as you enter the gates, the ground slopes downhill onto the main soccer field and then right at the back it slopes downward again (quite a steep slope) to a smaller field. The smaller field was always open to the public as they always did dog training there.
Anyway, just behind and below the smaller field are some bushes and trees covering an entry to what is a main gutter for the rain water. It is big enough for lots of people to fit into at the same time, and always had a small stream of water seeping from the sloping concrete entrance. What is even more freaky is that the whole small town is surrounded by deserted mine dumps and this gutter was about 500m from the biggest mine dump in the city. The mines there are abandoned.
Anyway, we (at the time it was the 5 of us) decided we needed somewhere to "chill" and have fun. And me being the only girl decided I was not going to be scared and go into the gutter tunnel to check it out. We had taken torches with (or in American they call it flashlights. I know you guys aren't dumb, but some people may not know this) us to see in the tunnel. I was the first one in there and the boys waited for my signal to come on in. I switched the torch on, and had a look at the walls of the tunnel. I was kind of freaked out! On the walls there were symbols of satanic pentagrams which looked like they had been done in blood.
I called the boys and they reckoned it was ok to be our chill area even though there was freaky writing on the wall. The tunnel (according to many local residents) was more than 1.8km long underground, and had no lights in it. So it was dark and deep.
We went there for a good few months with nothing odd happening, but I always had this uneasy feeling because of the markings on the walls. Eventually times changed and two of us were at school, while the other two went to the tunnel (and the last one had to move overseas.)
To make a really long story short, my best friend Solly (he's a year older than me) came with me one day to sit in the tunnel. The two of us went there alone. We sat there for a few hours talking about all the good times we had had in our friendship. It didn't last long because we kept hearing funny noises which sounded like a lady moaning from the back of the tunnel. We knew we were the only ones in the tunnel (or at least we hoped so) so we took a walk into the tunnel and flashed the torches to see if we could see anyone. Sadly we never did, but we did return with the other two friends after exams were over the next day. When we went there, the same thing happened. So we decided to investigate after a few days time with backup resources incase anything happened.
(I had lent a Wicca book to one of my friends which I had gotten from a pagan lady (very freaky lady I might add) of some of the common evil spirits that were supposedly around, stuff like the jackal etc, you know all that 13 ghosts stuff? My friend had called me to come and take it because she had an uneasy feeling and she kept seeing figures outside her bedroom door at night since she got the book from me. So I went to the tunnel with my friends, and burnt the book there in the tunnel).
We eventually went back there and heard the noises again (now this only started happening a few days after I had burnt the book there) and all of us went in as planned to investigate. There were six of us then, as we had invited other people to bring a camera with to record what was going to happen if anything did happen. We went in with Anton recording behind us all the time, and with 1000 candle light torches x 2. So we could see fairly well into the tunnel.
We had walked in the tunnel for 15 minutes, and every meter or so the drawings and symbols became more and more weird and scary! Right in the middle of the floor there was what people believe to be a devils trap supposedly to trap evil spirits and demons and banish them. And then the symbols stopped. We heard the moaning again of the women just in front of us and we shone the torch there. What I saw was a women standing against the left side of the wall. Her skin was grey and she was definitely not well.
She looked almost dull and she was covered in wounds as well as nude. It was as if someone had stabbed her. She was shaking and moaning and all of us could see her. I slowly backed away, and the others followed me. As we turned to walk back to the entrance in a fast pace, we turned back to see her following us then disappearing, and re appearing closer and closer. We started running, but one of the guys named "Angelo" screamed and said she had attacked him.
Eventually we all made it out the entrance panting and trying to get ourselves together. Angelo said that the women had attacked him, and when he lifted his shirt, there was a hand mark of what looked like he had been slapped really hard on the back. Anton had lost the camera in the run away and everything had been filmed!
From that day on, we all vowed never to go there again, not even to set foot on the grounds. So I guess the rumours of the haunting are true according to the local residents (which we only found out after everything had happened).
Angelo however (a few years later) had managed to get his "hand mark on his back" into the local city newspaper. People that stay next to the field say that they hear a women moaning and crying at random times.
And from that day on, we never went there again.
Any comments or suggestions are welcome. Ideas too. My opinion is that this woman was murdered there. And I would not be surprised if it was a bunch of people involved in a cult of some sort.