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GRAVEYARD, the podcast
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July 13, 2021
Intro: sound of wolf howling and the wind.
Hello and welcome to Graveyard. I, Richie Hanson, will be your host tonight and I am about the tell you an incident which I had sworn to never share, because I don't think I have enough time left.
You must be wondering, why you should listen to this, right? The thing is you don't have to.
I'm doing this because it's popular belief that the paranormal doesn't exist. Maybe this story would be able to change that.
Today we're going to dive into rusty memories—dating back to 2001, when I was a teenager studying in Nightmute High School, Anchorage, Alaska.
It was the night of July 13, 2001. My friends thought it would be a great idea to stay after school and dig some dirt. Afterall a few of us were writers for our school magazine (including me) and we could do anything for a good story.
As soon as the Sun went down though, the school started looking different. Like the entire building was draped with shadows and fog. The temperature started to drop with the sun rays, but that was expected.
We were 7 people strong. Just a group of hot blooded teenage boys looking for adventure. The sun had set, and we all pushed the doors open to enter the school for the second time.
Unlike morning though, it was eerily quiet and every sound was amplified. The sound of our footsteps echoed around us and the wind whispered.
I used to be a big fan of horror back then. So I focused way more on every sound, than my friends did. Our collective footsteps sounded like some mismatched orchestra, like a distorted melody. The wind and the silence added to it a haunting quality.
Click clack thump whoosh.
I was so lost marvelling the hypnotic cacophony, that when the footsteps stopped it felt like I was sucked back to reality. One of my friend had stopped, in front of a room. Room 106.
He said, "Let's start. We gotta put our plan into place." It was Brad speaking, he was the ringleader of our gang.
"Alright." Said Alec. But no one moved.
Room 106 was out of bounds for everyone in the school. Rumours were that, it was the way to hell. Some speculated that it was home to dangerous hounds kept by the headmistress. A few claimed to have heard moans and muffled screams from in there. But no one knew what actually was in there.
That's where we came into play. We were there to find out the truth behind room 106. Even if we didn't find anything inside it, it would still be a big story. Henry, my best friend, had even brought a camera along with him.
By then, the entire school was shrouded in darkness. The only light was moonlight, which streamed through the windows. It was, thankfully, a cloudless day.
We all looked at each other, then Brad put his hand on the bolt and pulled the hook open.
The rest was done by nature.
It felt like we had set a thunder loose. The cloudless sky got covered with grey clouds, as the wind turned into a howling gale— so powerful it almost knocked us down and slammed the door open.
The unoiled hinges of the door croaked in protest, giving birth to a soul grating sound. Goosebumps were starting to decorate my entire body, as a shiver went down my spine. I had a bad feeling about this.
