I Have an Obsession With the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures)- An Old Ghost Story V

“Kevin, Joe, wait up! Wait!” I panted as I ran as fast as I could from the little girl in the church.

I could hear them both running up ahead, brushing past the trees and brush in total darkness. I had my flashlight on and only that did so much in this impenetrable blackness. I couldn’t see three feet in front of me without the faint light of the flashlight. The sounds of running stopped and all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears.

“Guys, where are you? GUYS!?”

I kept running forward into the brush. I could hear whispering in the distance, very faint. I couldn’t tell if it was Kevin or Joe or something truly spectral.

“Kevin? J-joe? Please be there.”

I started to shake uncontrollably as I felt this presence with me. It was all around me, suffocating me. The air around me was heavy and dank with the smell of rotting meat and sulfur. My heart started pounding harder and faster as the smell grew thicker by the second. Out of the blackness I could hear laughter, and that laughter was literally right next to my left ear. It was the laugh of an older woman, it sounded almost demonic. I bolted out of there as soon as the laughter fell upon my ears.

“Jacob! We’re over here!” Joe, or what I thought was Joe yelled from what sounded like twenty yards away. I ran into the direction of the voice, but there was nothing there. Something was playing with me, playing with my mind. Now it was impersonating my friend. I turn around to flash my light upon the girl again, only this time she was covered in flies.

“Am I pretty?” She said in a borderline demonic voice. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran as far away from the creature as I could.

Suddenly I made it to the trail again and I was back in front of the church. I looked at the church to see that it was filled with people, but they were already dead. They stood at the stairs of the church, dressed in Victorian era clothing. Men, women, and a large amount of children. All of their eyes were a deep fire engine red, glowing menacingly at me. All of them opened their mouths to speak, or perhaps to sing and ear shattering moans fell upon my ears. It was almost deafening. Flies began to cover the people at the church’s steps.

I turned around and bolted down the path. At this point I was crying, I was beyond frightened. Then out of the blackness I see Joe and Kevin! They were alright, thank god, but something was off. Their eyes were bloodshot and dilated and their skin was shiny and glowing a ghostly white.

“Kevin, Joe! Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere!” I panted and cried as I talked.

“What? Where have you been? We were looking everywhere for you.” Kevin said in a monotone voice. Joe stood there silently like a stiff board, unmoving and unchanging.

“You guys have got to snap out of it! Please snap out of it!” I desperately tried to get both of their attention.

“You took the pictures. You weren’t supposed to do that.” Joe said and grinned widely.

“Oh my god, stop this nightmare!” I screamed. They both began to laugh and I ran off up the tedious path in the woods.

“You can’t run forever!” They both yelled to me in altered voices. It couldn’t have been them, it was playing with me again.

I sprinted up the path and I didn’t hear or see a single thing after what happened back there with the so called Joe and Kevin. I was only 6 and I had never experienced anything like this before, not even in my worst nightmare. I made it back to both of the house! I made it back to the house! The dead silence changed back to the sound of insects and critters moving around in the woods. Everything was back to normal. I go to the back porch and I see Kevin and Joe! They looked normal! They were both sitting there, waiting for me.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Joe asked in a concerned tone.

“We almost woke up mom and dad to have them call the police so we could find you.” Kevin said.

“I saw some serious shit tonight. I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again after what happened. When you guys disappeared, I saw, heard, and felt things that I can’t explain.” I didn’t realize I was still crying after everything that I experienced that night.

“What happened back there?” Joe asked.

I told them everything that happened to me. With every detail I told them, they grew more and more pale and shaky. I started to feel better as I told my best friends about the spectral beings that terrified me in the woods.

“I saw something too.” Kevin said.

“S-so did I.” Joe struggled to get the words out.

“Really? What did you guys see?”

To be continued…

I Have an Obsession with the Paranormal (Especially Post Mortem Pictures) An Old Ghost Story Part III

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(Continuation from previous post)

The following events that I’m about to describe might be frightening or unsettling to others. This is a warning for readers who scare easily: reader discretion is advised. I will put it out there that no one was seriously injured during this expedition. It has been many years since we went on that hike in the dead of night, searching for lonesome ghosts. There were some things that happened between Joe, Kevin, and myself. I do not personally have any grudges or anything like that with them. I do not condone what they have done… at least I am 99% sure that what happened was their doing. Anyway, back to the story.

Joe, Kevin, and I stood upon the entrance of an old hiking trail. The moment that the light of the flashlights illuminated the trail, a plethora of dancing dust particles appeared. Every step we took on that path felt like it lasted a century. The lights from the flashlights being rotated from side to side made shadows contort into unnatural forms. I swear to god that forest was unnaturally quiet that night. Not a single cricket, frog, or breeze could be heard. It was just so dead out there…. I swear that I could see figures and random pairs of glowing eyes appear out of the corners of my eyes every few moments. All of us were just as quiet as the forest for the first 20 minutes of our hike. Thankfully there wasn’t too much overgrowth that we had to weave and wobble through.

“How much further away is this haunted cemetery-church thing?” I whispered.

“Well according to the map, we are only about 5-10 minutes away from the church and cemetery.” Joe pulled out his map and pointed at a red dot which marked the spot of the dreaded place of interest. “So, we’re right here! Not too much farther boys! Are you excited??”

Kevin was absolutely ecstatic. I have never seen him this excited before about anything. Me however… I could feel my stomach drop to the ground and my whole body began to seize.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Kevin said as he ran ahead on the trail.

“Aw shit.” I muttered to myself.

“Hey hey! Kevin stop! Wait for us!”

Joe and I both ran after Kevin. He was getting so far ahead of us, we couldn’t keep up. The overgrowth was starting to get thicker and the trail was starting to get rougher as we ran.

Suddenly we stumbled through a mass of fallen trees and fell onto the ground. Joe and I both looked up and saw a decrepid gateway to a fence that looked ancient. The church and area surrounding the church was very small. The front of the church had a very small, worn down cemetery. Patches of weeds and crabgrass stuck out from dry earth with about 10 weathered down gravestones sticking out of the ground on both sides. The path leading to the door was made of gravel, dirt, and more weeds. Joe shined the light upwards towards the church steps and a small childlike figure made the heavy wood door swing open and shut within an instant.

“KEVIN! KEVIN GODDAMMIT! COME BACK!” Joe yelled at the top of his lungs. I felt a jolt of realization shoot through my spine. My already racing heart was starting to increase into mach 2 speed. I took the polaroid camera out of the bag, and started taking dozens of pictures. “What are you doing Jacob??? Come on!”

“I’m taking pictures of everything!” I exclaimed.

“Chill out on taking pictures for right now and lets go find Kevin before he get’s himself hurt.”

“Okay.” I immediately put the strap attached to the camera on my shoulder and followed Joe into the church. Like the cemetery, the church was just as small. The walls were made of gray stone and some weird plaster stuff that was peeling off the seams of the bricks. There was a bell tower on the top of the church that held a relatively small brass bell. Joe and I walked up the weathered, sand covered steps. Joe tried to pull on the rusty metal handle of the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It was like as if the door was glued in place.

“Dammit! It won’t open.” I tried to pull the handle with Joe as well. With that, the handle ripped out and broke into several pieces. “Shit shit shit shit shit!!! Kevin! Open the door! This isn’t funny!” I tried to bang on the door as hard as I could, yelling for my idiot brother to open it.

“I don’t get it Joe. My brother doesn’t normally do this.” He looked at me and shrugged.

Suddenly there was a loud whisper from a male’s voice saying, “What are you doing?” 

Joe and I both jumped out of the seat of our pants and shrieked. There was nothing there… “Christ almighty…” he sighed.

We both turned back around and saw the door wide open with Kevin standing in the doorway, white as a ghost. The handle was intact on the door… the same handle that shattered in our hands.

“What the hell man? Kevin? Why did you run off like that?” I went up the stairs and looked at him straight in the eyes. He didn’t move, blink, or say anything. “Kevin?” Joe poked at him and he didn’t budge.

“BOO!” Joe and I both jumped and found ourselves inside the church with Kevin on the front steps, laughing hysterically. “I got you good!”

“What the fuck man? Why did you run off like that?” Joe looked at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about man? I didn’t run off.” His heavy laughter started to settle.

“Dude, Kevin you yelled ‘let’s go’ after we looked at the map, then you ran off.” I said impatiently.

“I didn’t run off guys! I ducked behind a bush when you guys tripped over the trees that led to the front of the gate, then I snuck up behind you and scared you.”

Joe and I looked at each other then looked back and Kevin.

“You’re joking, right?” Joe said and crossed his arms.

“No? Why do you think I would run off like that? Our parents would beat us into lunch meat if we all went missing.”

All three of us were jolted by a large thump. We turned around, facing the front of the church and saw a large box hit the ground with papers flying all over the place. The box was sitting on top of a book case which was next to the back door.

We walked up to the box that fell on the ground, picked it up, and started to look through the contents of the box. As Joe and Kevin sifted through the papers, I walked around the church and started to take pictures again. The church had several holes in the walls in the front where stained glass would’ve been. The pews were completely caked in dust and the rug we were standing on was covered in holes. The crucixifion statue was a rusty gold color and that too was completely caked in dust.

“Hey Jacob! Come look at these!” Kevin said. “I found some really cool stuff!”

I walked over to the duo and Kevin handed me a large stack of old polaroid photos… or at least I thought they were polaroid. I started gazing at one picture after the other. There were pictures of weddings, family portraits, and other church events like Christmas, Baptisims, and Easter festivities. Each of them had a date written down on the right-hand corner of them. January 17th 1877, January 19th 1877, Februrary 16th 1877, March 1st 1877, and on and on.

“Damn these pictures are old!” I said. “You’re right Kevin. These are really really cool!”

That feeling began to change as I started to look through moreof the photos. There were even photos of funerals and wakes. Heartbroken families dressed in black staring down at a 6 foot hole which held the deceased. Pictures of the ones who once lived were prominant. Men, women, and an oddly high amount of children. Then I noticed something else. There were pictures of family portraits, but one person in every single picture seemed ‘off’. Some of the people who seemed to be ‘off’ were either lying down or proped up on a chair or standing like a manequin.

“Hey… what are these?” Joe walked over to me as Kevin dug through the piles of papers.

“Oh! I know what those are…. they’re um…” Joe began to scratch his chin and look upwards. “I don’t remember…”

I thought it was really odd of Joe to do, but at the time I really didn’t think much of it. I continued to look through the pictures and then helped go through more of the papers with Joe and Kevin.

I wish I could say that this is where the night ended… but it didn’t. The madness continued to reek havok upon us until dawn; but that’s a post for another day.

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