First Encounter: The Basement Chill
Started simple, ya know? Just a cold spot in my basement everyone mentioned. Felt like stepping into a fridge, even mid-summer. Skeptic mode on! Grabbed my trusty little EMF meter – the basic one, nothin' fancy – and my cheap digital recorder for EVP sessions. Nothing fancy here, just wanna see. Headed down there one Tuesday night, around 11 PM. Lights off, total quiet.
Felt that icy patch near the old furnace. Boom! My EMF meter jumps into the red zone. Not just a little blip, I'm talking maxing out, lights flashing crazy. Weird. Then, outta nowhere, this intense wave of dread hits me. Like, pure fear. Got the cold sweats, heart hammering in my chest. Stupid or brave, I dunno, but I yelled out loud, "Is somebody there?" Held the recorder tight.
Nothing happened right then. Just silence and that crushing cold. Later, playing back the audio... clear as day. Heavy footsteps pacing slowly... right past the recorder. Then, this raspy whisper, "Get out... wrong house." Goosebumps? Man, I had a whole flock. You hear that recording. It’s creepy raw.
The Abandoned Mill Disaster
Okay, so after the basement, I figured why stop? Heard local stories about this old abandoned paper mill downtown. Workers died in there decades ago, bad accident. Place is boarded up tight, falling apart. Grabbed a buddy (safety first!), my full gear bag – infrared camera, extra batteries, REM pod now ‘cause my cheap EMF wasn't cutting it anymore – and we went after sunset. Security guard wasn't keen but we convinced him we were just researchers.
Inside? Darkness swallowed us whole. Dust thick enough to choke on. Air felt heavy, old. We set up the REM pod on the main factory floor. Nothing for ages. Then, BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The REM pod lights up like a Christmas tree, shrieking. My buddy’s digital watch? Froze solid at 3:17 AM. Weird.
Pointed the infrared cam towards the noise. Boom! Thermal image shows a clear, bright cold shape – like a person! – right where the REM pod was freaking out. Then it just... faded. Gone. Later, reviewing footage, we saw it. Clear thermal signature. Got muddy handprints on a dusty machine near the spot too. No way we tracked that mess in. Pictures don't lie.
That Sad Little Voice
This one still gets me. Investigating reports of a "lost child" spirit near some railroad tracks outside town. Older neighborhood. Packed light: digital recorder, basic EMF. Figured it was probably just train noise or something silly. Standing there at dusk, feeling kinda dumb calling out, "Hello? Anyone here?"
Then I heard it. Faint. A little kid crying. Like, heartbreaking sobs. Faint but definite. My EMF spiked hard at that exact second too. Radio I brought for static (white noise sometimes catches EVPs better, some say) started playing distorted nursery rhyme music. Freaky! Checked the recorder playback. Right there. The sobs. A little voice whispering, "Can't find mommy... too dark." And then the radio static cutting in with that warped tune. Felt cold for hours after. Recording captured it all. Proof in the audio. Even got a sudden, unexplained temp drop recorded on my gear.
So What's the Point?
Honestly, folks? Seven documented encounters. Basements, old buildings, fields. I went in skeptical every single time. Always tried to debunk it first. Checked wiring, drafts, animals, you name it. But sometimes... the meters jump, the temperatures dive, things move, voices speak. And my gear catches bits of it.
Evidence? Got it:
- Audio recordings: EVPs with distinct voices, footsteps, cries. Not static.
- EMF/REM Pod spikes: Physical devices reacting wild at hotspots.
- Visuals: Photos with strange shadows/mists; infrared footage of cold spots shaped like people.
- Temperature data: Sudden, localized drops captured on thermometers.
- Physical traces: Like those handprints in the mill dust.
Could some be faked? Sure. Could some be tricks of the mind? Maybe. But when multiple things happen at once – cold, voice, gear going nuts – that makes me sit up. I share this stuff not to scare ya, but to show what I found poking around. The world's got weird corners. Maybe, just maybe, things linger. I keep digging. You believe the proof or not? Up to you. But I saw it. I heard it. My gear registered it. Be careful what you look for. You might just find it looking back.
