There were a LOT of people that had shown up for this event. I wasn't expecting so many. We were all split into groups. Each group would take one place at a time-Two story barn, house, one level barn, old Wells Fargo Coach Stop. We would have 45min at each place. Once we heard the whistle blow, we would all gather to report our findings.
I had with me my tape recorder and a digital camera, so I got to be an investigator. Our team lead was celebrity psychic, Belinda Bentley. First stop-the two story barn. My friend Frankie, my brother Brandon, and one other girl made a bee-line straight for the closet on the bottom. The second we opened the door, it was freeeeezing inside. And it was creepy. Everything about it from the writing on the walls to the overall feeling from being inside. I was shivering, and it wasn't from just the cold. Frankie and the other girl both said at the same time, "I feel overhwelmed with sadness. I want to cry." Later on, we found out that other people said this exact same thing. Some even reported saying this back in June during the first investigation.
|This is the front of the barn. Above is the loft. Notice that chair? It plays |
significance in this story later on. The lady in the pink is our Lead, Belinda
and see that open door behind the man in black? That's the door to
We did an EVP in that room, which is an Electronic Voice Phenomena. What you do is you take out your recorder, push record and ask a question. You wait 10-20 seconds between each question. Then you play back with the hopes of hearing something on tape that you couldn't hear with your ears.
Every time I tried to push record on mine, it wouldn't record. So I would leave that closet and try recording outside of that room. It would work fine. I tried this about eight different times, all with the same results. So we had someone else go in the room with us to do the EVP.
|The inside of The Closet room. It was pitch black, but the flash from my camera|
did really well at capturing this wall. The space was about 12x12. Creepy, eh?
We actually sneaked away from the group so it would be much quieter around us. It was just my brother, Frankie, and this other guy with the recorder. He had the recorder laying flat on his palm, pushed record and said, "Is there anyone here with us?" We were absolutely silent, frozen. He clicked his recorder off and we left the room. Outside, we huddled and listened closely to the playback. What we heard on the tape indicated we were not alone in that room...
To Be Continued.....
Come back tomorrow to read what happens!
Ghosthunt: The Two Story Barn Part 2