Since we had no other choice and could not simply break open the door to the basement, after all it was made of solid iron, we began to prepare for the night.
First, we set up camp in the best preserved part of the house. In the chapel! Then we set up cameras and measuring devices in various places throughout the building. Also in front of the basement door, where we also set up a thermometer and an EVP device. Maybe with these we would be able to record the disembodied voices.
In the evening, as we all sat together in the chapel waiting for nightfall, we talked again about the sounds and feelings we noticed when we entered the building. At this, Gary looked at the camera with a serious expression and said, "I'm sure there are many ghosts here."
And Marcella confirmed that she felt the presences of several ghosts right after entering the hospital. When asked if these spirits and friendly or hostile, she explained that it is a little of both. She said, "I think some of them want us to disappear. And the others want to tell us their story."
I admit, whenever Marcella speaks like this, I find it hard to believe her. After all, I can't see, hear or feel the same things she does. And whenever she talked to ghosts, we could never record anything. So I can be skeptical, can't I?
Once I asked Marcella how I could tell the difference between good and evil spirits and she said, "Evil spirits are demons that try to take possession of you and your body. They threaten you and can even hurt you. Some evil spirits are so strong and so full of hate that they can even kill you. Good spirits are angels who would never hurt you. They light up the room for you, protect you and give you warmth."
I don't know if what she said is true or if that's all there is to know on the subject. But I didn't feel like reading thousands of pages of the church on the Internet or studying thick books like the Bible, just to get an answer to the question, how do I distinguish good and evil spirits.
Around 10 o'clock in the evening we turned off the cameras and some of us went to sleep. I stayed awake. This house was way too scary for me and I still had this oppressive feeling in my chest. So instead of sleeping, I looked around a bit with Jake and Alex and found out that the house was built in 1799. An inscription to that date told me so. It said "Anno 1799" above the entrance door. I don't know why I hadn't noticed that before.
We were standing in front of the front door taking pictures of it when we heard the squeak of a door. We went to check on the others to see if maybe it was one of them, but they were still all spread out on the benches sleeping. Well, until another squeaking door was heard and right after that a super loud knocking somewhere below us. So there, where the basement is.
Immediately everyone was awake and we turned on the camera and filmed Gary walking slowly with a flashlight down the hall to the front door explaining what would have woken "us" up and how he was feeling. Then Gary was about to tell us that the temperature had dropped significantly when suddenly fog started to form from the registration area.
The fog continued to spread and all of our lights glowed a dark green. The measuring devices were really going crazy and the cameras were switching on and off. Then suddenly the air raid alarm sounded, bombs crashed to the ground. Everything vibrated around us. We heard men screaming in pain.
Gunshots echoed through the corridors and everything seemed to happen at once. And then, 3 minutes and 33 seconds later, it was quiet again. At least for the time being. Until Jake suddenly went down, saying someone had punched him in the stomach. Gary gasped and couldn't breathe. With both hands he tried to reach for something invisible on his neck. But there was nothing! Only a laugh sounded behind us.
And again 3 minutes and 33 seconds later it was all over. Gary could breathe again. You could see clear marks of hands on his neck. Jake had a big red spot on his belly. And then suddenly Walter turned around and went to the basement stairs and downstairs. He didn't respond to our calling and even when we tried to stop him, he just kept walking.
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Oh my Ghost [YiZhan FF]
FanfictionAfter Yibo visited an old abandoned mansion with his best friend and their group of Urban Explorers, he came home and discovered that a ghost had followed him from there. At first not very enthusiastic, Yibo quickly realizes what a positive effect t...