Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

You might want to read my first story (Cursed By A Ghost Witch) before reading this but I’ll give you the short version just to jog the memories of the people who have already read it. Me and some friends had been hearing some stories about a cabin in the woods, in the middle of a triangle of cemeteries, that was supposedly haunted by a witch. After getting some directions from some friends that had been there previously we eventually visited it. We found a strange bowl and had strange experiences which culminated in seeing an entity come out of the wall. We were attacked by an owl that chased us back to the car and I realized I still had the bowl in my hand. Instantly after bringing the bowl home I was struck with a string of bad luck like losing my job, property disappearing, getting sick, running over my friends cat, getting into a fight with people we didn’t even know and finally my car dying. Everyone blamed it all on the bowl like it was bad luck or something so I went back to the cabin alone and returned the bowl seemingly ending the bad luck. After reading this it does seem kind of cheesy but it is true.

After this happened I went back to my normal life and after the financial difficulty of losing my job and buying a new car I had to move back in with my parents (I have since moved back out) and went looking for a job which took a while. After putting the experience behind me I still had an interest in the supernatural but I was thinking of other things until I came across this site.

After putting my story on here and reading the comments, that cabin started to creep into my mind again and I guess I might have gotten a little bit obsessed because I never really knew anything about it except from the stories that passed around the town but you can’t rely on those so I went to the town library and did some digging. There wasn’t too much info on the property but I did find a name. I’ve decided not to tell you their last name but the people who lived there were named Theophilus and Elizabeth Mary (that’s just her first name). They had no kids and in the early to mid 1800′s Theophilus died. That’s all I could find. I never found the date or cause of death of Elizabeth Mary. Apparently the library lost a large chunk of documents and of course most of the papers about these people were some of them. A couple days from there, with it still on my mind I decided to go back to the cabin.

I really don’t know why I came to this decision. I still don’t know exactly what I was looking for. You might say it was some kind of closure but it wasn’t really a traumatizing event for me. It was trying and confusing but I think I got over it. Maybe it’s because I’m a big movie fan and that’s what a movie character would do. They wouldn’t leave anything open like that. I also have an affinity for sequels and maybe that’s what I wanted, a sequel to one of the strangest events in my life. Something bigger and better than the first. In fact maybe I should have given this a cheesy subtitle like “the Awakening” or “the Witch Strikes Back”. I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys all this, maybe I’m just talking out loud (or in this case typing).

This time I decided to go at night because I hear it’s the time that the supernatural is the strongest. I wanted to walk away from there with undeniable proof, at least for me. I didn’t want any distractions so I told my parents I was staying over a friends house, I told my friend I was going with my girlfriend to her parents cabin and told my girlfriend I was just going to stay home that night. I wanted to go there alone because I wasn’t sure if it would hold back or something. I didn’t bring anything to catch the phenomenon, like cameras etc, because I didn’t want to be carrying all this stuff and like I said, this was just for me. All I brought with me was to help me see as in a flash light and electric lantern. When the first experience happened everyone told me it was the bowl and I just took their word for it and returned it soon after but I still wasn’t completely certain at the time.

When the day came, this was about a month ago, I jumped into my car and drove down to that cemetery. Apparently our story had spread since my last visit so there had been more people who had parked in front of that cemetery to search for the cabin which caused more cops to be in the area so I had to hide my car behind a nearby mound of rocks near an old, closed up, mine shaft (which also has some strange stories, but I’ve witnessed nothing). This was obviously the farthest I could drive so I had to make my way to the cemetery on foot then go into the woods to the cabin. It was at this time that it was really starting to get dark.

Just like last time, the woods were silent and with the added darkness they were really creepy. Walking in this dark silence was creeping me out the longer I was there so I actually started talking to myself to get it off my mind, commenting on things I saw or what popped into my head. At one point I heard a far off howl, the only thing that came to my mind was “ok that was creepy”. A little while later I actually heard what sounded like a scream but I have heard stories that owls can sometimes sound like a person screaming and chocked it up to that and even though I was attacked by an owl the last time I was here I kept going.

After about an hour of walking I finally arrived at the cabin. It looked exactly like I remembered it (I don’t know why it would look any different). As soon as I walked through the door I said “hello Elizabeth, remember me? I’m the guy who took your bowl”. At this point I shined the light down where I had left that bowl and realized it was gone. I even said “wait, where is the bowl?” I shined the light around looking for it, since it was a small one room building that wasn’t too hard to do but found nothing. There was still a lot of debris on the floor so I stacked up a pile of wood and set up the lantern. It gave the room an eerie glow which for some reason gave it a green tint even though the bulb shined white. At first I thought it was moss growing on the walls but upon closer inspection, and the fact that it was late February, there was no moss on the walls.

I set to work looking for the bowl again, digging through the debris but was soon distracted by strange noises like tapping and dragging sounds and what sounded like a snake slithering on the roof. I shined my flashlight around the room at the sounds and saw nothing. These sounds soon faded away but was replaced by another sound, a dull ringing or something similar to the sound of a tuning fork. It seemed to be coming from one of the windows so I went to investigate. I got to the window and looked out but soon realized the sound wasn’t coming from outside, it was coming from a pile of debris on the floor, in front of the window, at my feet. I bent down and started digging through the debris, pushing it out of the way. The sound immediately faded away but at the bottom of the pile I found what I was looking for-the bowl.

After my experience I had before with the bowl I didn’t even want to touch it. In fact I didn’t even want to disturb it so I started putting the pieces of wood right back on it the way I found it. When I got to the last piece of wood I just so happened to glance at it and noticed it was a wood carving. If I hadn’t happened to glance at it that time I would have never noticed it, I don’t know why this popped into my mind but it did. Carved on it were three crying people neck deep in water while in the background was a cliff, standing on it was a man who was naked and emaciated and holding a staff or large stick topped with a severed head and flying above him was either a large bat, owl or dragon. It was very detailed, my eyes kept going back to the water because it was carved so well. I could also tell that it was one piece of a much bigger piece of art but didn’t see any other pieces to it. As much as I wanted to keep it I knew what happened the last time I took something from this house so I put it back.

As I stood up after this I looked out the window and saw an orange ball of light silently moving in the forest like someone walking with a lantern. It was moving from right to left. I then noticed another orange light in the forest, far to my left, moving in the direction of the first light. They steadily moved faster until they passed each other, then they turned around and headed for each other again. By now they were speeding like cars and as soon as they met they just disappeared, blinked out. I stood there in silence looking out the window for more lights. I leaned out the window to see if there were any more lights that I couldn’t see at that angle until all of a sudden… RING!

In the silence I had been in, it was practically the loudest sound I’d ever heard in my life. In fact it was right next to me. I jumped back trying to figure out what it was, then I realized what it was-my cell phone. Remember when I said I gave different people different explanations of where I’d be? Well apparently my friend called my girlfriend, my girlfriend called my parents, my parents called my friend and they all called me at the same time. After spending what seemed like a half an hour of explaining to different people where I was and realizing the jig was up, I decided it was time to leave. I picked up my flashlight (which I had dropped when my phone rang) and the lantern and was heading for the door when I was hit with an overwhelming feeling that I shouldn’t leave. I actually had a foreboding feeling about leaving the house. I felt like there was some kind of danger waiting for me outside that door.

I all of a sudden didn’t feel like myself, that’s the best way I can describe it. I felt neurotic like everything wasn’t in it’s place. I started pacing back and forth biting my fingernails (which I never really do). I walked over to a window to look outside but something told me to stay away so I backed away from it. I started rearranging the debris on the floor. Pushing them into different shapes and I think I may have drawn some kind of sign into the dust on the floor, my memory is a little fuzzy at points. I at random times felt like someone was pricking me with needles. I think this may have happened for about an hour and a half until I started to psychologically fight whatever it was. I felt like my ears were popping and I heard strange whirring sounds like some kind of machinery then the room started to get really dark like the lantern was dying, but it wasn’t. I then ran over to the pile of debris I had found the bowl in, picked up the piece of wood with the carvings I found (not wanting to disturb the bowl), threw the carving on the floor and stomped it to pieces and ran out of the house. I don’t know why I destroyed the carving but apparently it accomplished something.

After leaving that house I had a strange feeling that I achieved something. I actually had a good outlook about it. I later realized I had only been in that house for just under three hours. The fact that all of those occurrences happened so close together shows that whatever it was was pretty strong but like I said, I still walked away with an interesting experience. One more strange thing did happen after that though which is that, I was visiting the library one more time to see if they found those missing papers and as I was climbing the stairs to the door a man was walking out and all of a sudden he grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me close to his face, and said “don’t go there again” then he let go of me and walked away. I’ve never seen him before or since and I don’t even know if there is any connection but it was strange. In the end I got what I wanted, a good sequel to one of the strangest events in my life. Hell, maybe I should go back one more time and make it a trilogy.

Written by Adam G., Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com