[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Ask a guy pulling guard duty in a haunted building anything (Now your nightly ghost update) (Page 4 of 7)
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OP, here is where you went wrong. ...(T)hings to do/know if you join a scientific spec-ops team. Quoted:
OP, here is where you went wrong. ...(T)hings to do/know if you join a scientific spec-ops team. I will never negotiate with whatever is trying to kill my team. The dialogue will almost certainly be along the lines of "Me hungry, you food". |
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So anyway a couple of weeks latter, my buddy John who was my assistant on my power-washing crew came by my house one night after doing the local Wal-mart store and we drank a few beers and I told him the story, Now, Johnny-boy was a pretty big guy and I got the impression after knowing and working with him that he wasn't the type that scared very easy. I heard that sometime latter that he had joined the US Army and had become a Ranger and was actively involved over seas in the war against terror. Anyway, after telling him the story he suggests that him and me go down there and check it out right then.
So after a couple more beers and letting the courage soak in I agreed. So as we went outside he went over to his truck and gets his .380 semi auto pistol and sticks in his back pocket and away we went. It was around 11:30 pm. So we get down there and I tell him to be careful about the flooring so I get up there and the door is standing wide open which doesn't seem like a good omen to me. So I told him just like the old woman told me that I didn't think that this was a very good idea. But, John after calling me a pussy (  ) goes in floor boards creaking and all, and goes around me and so I go in right after he does.
So as me and him are standing there I flip on my flashlight and the damn thing is only flickering so I am standing there messing with it trying to make it work. All of a sudden from the front of the old church this weird light begins to emulate again from the front of the place and I can see John slide his pistol out of his back pocket and hear the safety snap off. Right then, what looked to be the figure of a woman, we both confirm latter to seeing the same thing, seems to rise up from the podium area and starts to kind of float in our direction and menacing looking too. The apparition looked like a woman in old timey clothes, a flowing sort of dress and hair that seemed to look like a hydra. So as we're standing there in shock, Johnny opens up with his .380 and as I remember it was very loud and the muzzle flashes lit up the back of the place pretty good. So as we are definitely not waiting to see what is going to happen next, we start to haul ass for the door me first because before he could fire the last shot I was already running out the door and almost fell through the flooring in a couple places but got out ok. However, this was not going to be the case about John.. As he came running out over the porch he fell through the flooring in between two joists. There were rats underneath and they started jumping up and down shrieking and looked like popcorn popping up and down all around him. So I run back over and pull him out and as soon as I got him free, not hanging around, I started running at full speed back up to my house. As I was running by the old woman's house, she was standing on her front porch in her night gown and hollered, "I told you it wasn't a good idea," with Johnny boy running and crying like a little bitch bringing up the rear!
I never got close to that place again. My landlord Ronnie believed the story that I just told you. He said he had heard other stuff about the place and that's why nobody could ever make a go of it there. edit: latter on that night, I checked my flashlight flipping it on and off numerous times with no issues at all. |
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So anyway a couple of weeks latter, my buddy John who was my assistant on my power-washing crew came by my house one night after doing the local Wal-mart store and we drank a few beers and I told him the story, Now, Johnny-boy was a pretty big guy and I got the impression after knowing and working with him that he wasn't the type that scared very easy. I heard that sometime latter that he had joined the US Army and had become a Ranger and was actively involved over seas in the war against terror. Anyway, after telling him the story he suggests that him and me go down there and check it out right then. So after a couple more beers and letting the courage soak in I agreed. So as we went outside he went over to his truck and gets his .380 semi auto pistol and sticks in his back pocket and away we went. It was around 11:30 pm. So we get down there and I tell him to be careful about the flooring so I get up there and the door is standing wide open which doesn't seem like a good omen to me. So I told him just like the old woman told me that I didn't think that this was a very good idea. But, John after calling me a pussy ( ) goes in floor boards creaking and all, and goes around me and so I go in right after he does.
So as me and him are standing there I flip on my flashlight and the damn thing is only flickering so I am standing there messing with it trying to make it work. All of a sudden from the front of the old church this weird light begins to emulate again from the front of the place and I can see John slide his pistol out of his back pocket and hear the safety snap off. Right then, what looked to be the figure of a woman, we both confirm latter to seeing the same thing, seems to rise up from the podium area and starts to kind of float in our direction and menacing looking too. The apparition looked like a woman in old timey clothes, a flowing sort of dress and hair that seemed to look like a hydra. So as we're standing there in shock, Johnny opens up with his .380 and as I remember it was very loud and the muzzle flashes lit up the back of the place pretty good. So as we are definitely not waiting to see what is going to happen next, we start to haul ass for the door me first because before he could fire the last shot I was already running out the door and almost fell through the flooring in a couple places but got out ok. However, this was not going to be the case about John.. As he came running out over the porch he fell through the flooring in between two joists. There were rats underneath and they started jumping up and down shrieking and looked like popcorn popping up and down all around him. So I run back over and pull him out and as soon as I got him free, not hanging around, I started running at full speed back up to my house. As I was running by the old woman's house, she was standing on her front porch in her night gown and hollered, "I told you it wasn't a good idea," with Johnny boy running and crying like a little bitch bringing up the rear!
I never got close to that place again. My landlord Ronnie believed the story that I just told you. He said he had heard other stuff about the place and that's why nobody could ever make a go of it there. edit: latter on that night, I checked my flashlight flipping it on and off numerous times with no issues at all. I just about shit my pants reading that |
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get an mp3 player and fill it with period type musice from 40's-60's - big band stuff, swing, miller, sinatra, etc. put the player in a room, start it playing. say in the room, here is something to entertain them with, don't expect others to do the same thing, and to leave you alone because you have a job to do. see if that helps restrict things to the room and if it helps, you might need to remember to do the same thing again when ever you are there |
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Don't know if anyone posted this yet but it has some helpful pointers.
http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1799161_Just__cause_it_s_a_classic__Things__to_do_know_if_you_join_a_scientific_spec_ops_team_.html |
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So anyway a couple of weeks latter, my buddy John who was my assistant on my power-washing crew came by my house one night after doing the local Wal-mart store and we drank a few beers and I told him the story, Now, Johnny-boy was a pretty big guy and I got the impression after knowing and working with him that he wasn't the type that scared very easy. I heard that sometime latter that he had joined the US Army and had become a Ranger and was actively involved over seas in the war against terror. Anyway, after telling him the story he suggests that him and me go down there and check it out right then. So after a couple more beers and letting the courage soak in I agreed. So as we went outside he went over to his truck and gets his .380 semi auto pistol and sticks in his back pocket and away we went. It was around 11:30 pm. So we get down there and I tell him to be careful about the flooring so I get up there and the door is standing wide open which doesn't seem like a good omen to me. So I told him just like the old woman told me that I didn't think that this was a very good idea. But, John after calling me a pussy ( ) goes in floor boards creaking and all, and goes around me and so I go in right after he does.
So as me and him are standing there I flip on my flashlight and the damn thing is only flickering so I am standing there messing with it trying to make it work. All of a sudden from the front of the old church this weird light begins to emulate again from the front of the place and I can see John slide his pistol out of his back pocket and hear the safety snap off. Right then, what looked to be the figure of a woman, we both confirm latter to seeing the same thing, seems to rise up from the podium area and starts to kind of float in our direction and menacing looking too. The apparition looked like a woman in old timey clothes, a flowing sort of dress and hair that seemed to look like a hydra. So as we're standing there in shock, Johnny opens up with his .380 and as I remember it was very loud and the muzzle flashes lit up the back of the place pretty good. So as we are definitely not waiting to see what is going to happen next, we start to haul ass for the door me first because before he could fire the last shot I was already running out the door and almost fell through the flooring in a couple places but got out ok. However, this was not going to be the case about John.. As he came running out over the porch he fell through the flooring in between two joists. There were rats underneath and they started jumping up and down shrieking and looked like popcorn popping up and down all around him. So I run back over and pull him out and as soon as I got him free, not hanging around, I started running at full speed back up to my house. As I was running by the old woman's house, she was standing on her front porch in her night gown and hollered, "I told you it wasn't a good idea," with Johnny boy running and crying like a little bitch bringing up the rear!
I never got close to that place again. My landlord Ronnie believed the story that I just told you. He said he had heard other stuff about the place and that's why nobody could ever make a go of it there. edit: latter on that night, I checked my flashlight flipping it on and off numerous times with no issues at all. I just about shit my pants reading that The beginning of the story starts about a little farther than down the middle of page three to the bottom. |
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Rules. Even ghosts need to play by the rules. You march in there like a boss, tell her to set still and snap some pictures. Post 'em up here. We will determine guilt or innocence. Quoted:
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I hear the woman again. Rules. Even ghosts need to play by the rules. You march in there like a boss, tell her to set still and snap some pictures. Post 'em up here. We will determine guilt or innocence. Dooty is Dooty. Rules are rules. 
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I was in the type of facility you don't take pictures of on the inside if you don't like seeing the inside of a prison cell. Get it? Quoted:
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Why didn't you record any of this? I was in the type of facility you don't take pictures of on the inside if you don't like seeing the inside of a prison cell. Get it? So can you record audio? |
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No I did so earlier. Two people were carrying on a conversation. There is nobody else there. There was stomping. Nobody else was there. I am not going back down their by myself. Quoted:
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Hell just head on down there into that basement. No I did so earlier. Two people were carrying on a conversation. There is nobody else there. There was stomping. Nobody else was there. I am not going back down their by myself. Fraidy cat |
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Hell just head on down there into that basement. No I did so earlier. Two people were carrying on a conversation. There is nobody else there. There was stomping. Nobody else was there. I am not going back down their by myself. Fraidy cat No. I'm smart. What you are encouraging leads to bad things. See rule two on my rules to live longer. |
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? Are you suggesting the whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence? |
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So can you record audio? Quoted:
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Why didn't you record any of this? I was in the type of facility you don't take pictures of on the inside if you don't like seeing the inside of a prison cell. Get it? So can you record audio? This. Bring an audio recorder for night two. |
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Are you suggesting the whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence? Quoted:
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? Are you suggesting the whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence? The corner Penthouse of "Spook Central." |
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Don't know if anyone posted this yet but it has some helpful pointers. http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1799161_Just__cause_it_s_a_classic__Things__to_do_know_if_you_join_a_scientific_spec_ops_team_.html I posted it here first. |
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? When Fort Leavenworth comes to mind what is the first thing you think of? No I'm not at the prison but this place is old.There is a lot of history here. |
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Are you suggesting the whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence? Quoted:
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? Are you suggesting the whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence? 
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When Fort Leavenworth comes to mind what is the first thing you think of? No I'm not at the prison but this place is old.There is a lot of history here. Quoted:
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? When Fort Leavenworth comes to mind what is the first thing you think of? No I'm not at the prison but this place is old.There is a lot of history here. My first night in the barracks with the British military and the night i slipped a Col. the tongue for Merica. |
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When Fort Leavenworth comes to mind what is the first thing you think of? No I'm not at the prison but this place is old.There is a lot of history here. Quoted:
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Did I miss what kind of building this was? What would lead you to believe it was haunted. other than all the spooky shit going on I mean was it like an old prison, psych ward, or? What is the history of the building? When Fort Leavenworth comes to mind what is the first thing you think of? No I'm not at the prison but this place is old.There is a lot of history here. Are you at the MTC or NSC? |