Recently started a new job near an old farm, where I resided for a short while, several decades ago.
It was on what the locals call the Old Brick Road.
It was the old original road into town, and a few miles section had been preserved for history.
A few weeks ago, my employer remarked that he grew up near there, and heard legends that the road was haunted by an apparition of a woman on the road, in old fashioned dress.
I found this remarkable because…
In the early 80’s I was staying at a band house, a place that had a big barn where our metal band would practice.
This place was owned by the great grandchildren of the original homesteaders.
The old house was build on timber, not a concrete foundation, as the land was a bit boggy.
One evening / early morning, my cousin called to me from his room.
At first I was annoyed and ignored him, but as he continued to call me with urgency I walked into his room.
What!? What are you doing, what’s wrong?
Can’t tell you, but just sit here and look right over there towards the hall
A girl that was with me also followed along and sat down next to me
And we sat in silence, moonlight barely illuminating the darkened room
Suddenly I saw it
Suddenly I saw her, a slowly moving as if underwater left side of a woman slowly moving towards me, reaching out towards me.
I felt awe, astonishement and compassion, not fear
The girl next to me let out a low gasp and stayed silent as well
I said out loud- hello, welcome what do you want?
As I waited for a reply, my mind filled with a sort of light, and a high speed film of how she was afraid that something would happen to the house
I verbally said out loud- It’s ok I heard you I understand thank you
Then I saw her arm and hand and fingers point to a bookshelf and then a book
I said thank you
We all sat for a little while longer in silence.
Then I asked if anyone sees anything more, they all said no
I got up and flipped on the light, and asked my cousin - what book was it, and note that I never mentioned a book before then.
He pointed to the same book that I saw her point to.
Confirmation
The house was full of old furniture and leftover household items from long days past, none of us were familiar with any of it, especially some old bookcase
I pulled the book from behind the glass doors, and opened it.
A leather bound original Shellys Frankenstein
Pasted to the inside cover was a small yellow paper, and upon that paper was written a short poem, written in fine feminine cursive hand
The poem was written by great grandmother, the original settler of the property.
The poem was about how a home is like a best friend, and so you can never ever leave it.
The next day, I learned that the family had just applied for a demolition permit to tear down the homestead.
I had a chance to share this story with the great grandson that grew up in the house, a Basist musician.
His bedroom had been in the attic, and unbeknownst to me, he had suffered childhood trauma from ghost experiences, to the extent that he was forced into counsel to convince him it wasn’t real, and put on psychiatric medications.
He was so angry and shaken for telling him that story, that he never spoke to me again.
Wait what if people are able to see those "echoes of the past" but their subconscious mind add a layer of fear and they get those scary sights? However you don't feel fear so you could see closer to what it was. This "hospital" was indeed creepy as hell but it must have looked professional, safe and normal on the surface. Just a hypothesis!
Very strange indeed. I've never had a similar experience; there is a weird memory I have from childhood of seeing something strange in the woods behind my house and running like h*** from it, but not having a clear image or memory of what it was. It's likely a brain / memory processing issue of some sort, I reacted to something fast and ran, but it sure is a freaky memory.
I knew where this was going when you said Arkansas. Oddly enough though I live in Arkansas and have been to Eureka Springs I absolutely refused to go near that place when my family wanted to go see it. No reason just did not want to go
“This empty mansion with its many sounds and manifestations are not the product of individual or collective entities living or dead. All the manifestations, all the sounds, even the materialized spirit you see floating across the hallway are the product of completely nothing. You know this is true, you feel this is true, and you fear it terribly because you know with your deepest heart that this truth is absolute. You know this, you feel it, and you fear it because you know this truth extends beyond the boundaries of this empty mansion to the universe itself. The Universe is haunted. When you see a ghost you are afraid because deep down you know that you are seeing yourself. As a ghost roams the halls of a dark and empty mansion, so you roam the earth. You have been living in a fantasy where you believed you were alive. But in fact, you are dead. But unlike ghosts that were once living persons, you have never actually been alive. Nothing is alive in this universe or ever has been, yet things are happening. This is the Ultimate Truth, this is the revelation that none return from.”
That's a hell of a story. I always enjoy other people's uncanny stories but nothing remotely like this has ever happened to me (and that's probably a good thing, as I would be terrified and destabilised, while many who have such experiences are quite comfortable with them). So I still don't know what I believe about such things.
Story share time.
Recently started a new job near an old farm, where I resided for a short while, several decades ago.
It was on what the locals call the Old Brick Road.
It was the old original road into town, and a few miles section had been preserved for history.
A few weeks ago, my employer remarked that he grew up near there, and heard legends that the road was haunted by an apparition of a woman on the road, in old fashioned dress.
I found this remarkable because…
In the early 80’s I was staying at a band house, a place that had a big barn where our metal band would practice.
This place was owned by the great grandchildren of the original homesteaders.
The old house was build on timber, not a concrete foundation, as the land was a bit boggy.
One evening / early morning, my cousin called to me from his room.
At first I was annoyed and ignored him, but as he continued to call me with urgency I walked into his room.
What!? What are you doing, what’s wrong?
Can’t tell you, but just sit here and look right over there towards the hall
A girl that was with me also followed along and sat down next to me
And we sat in silence, moonlight barely illuminating the darkened room
Suddenly I saw it
Suddenly I saw her, a slowly moving as if underwater left side of a woman slowly moving towards me, reaching out towards me.
I felt awe, astonishement and compassion, not fear
The girl next to me let out a low gasp and stayed silent as well
I said out loud- hello, welcome what do you want?
As I waited for a reply, my mind filled with a sort of light, and a high speed film of how she was afraid that something would happen to the house
I verbally said out loud- It’s ok I heard you I understand thank you
Then I saw her arm and hand and fingers point to a bookshelf and then a book
I said thank you
We all sat for a little while longer in silence.
Then I asked if anyone sees anything more, they all said no
I got up and flipped on the light, and asked my cousin - what book was it, and note that I never mentioned a book before then.
He pointed to the same book that I saw her point to.
Confirmation
The house was full of old furniture and leftover household items from long days past, none of us were familiar with any of it, especially some old bookcase
I pulled the book from behind the glass doors, and opened it.
A leather bound original Shellys Frankenstein
Pasted to the inside cover was a small yellow paper, and upon that paper was written a short poem, written in fine feminine cursive hand
The poem was written by great grandmother, the original settler of the property.
The poem was about how a home is like a best friend, and so you can never ever leave it.
The next day, I learned that the family had just applied for a demolition permit to tear down the homestead.
I had a chance to share this story with the great grandson that grew up in the house, a Basist musician.
His bedroom had been in the attic, and unbeknownst to me, he had suffered childhood trauma from ghost experiences, to the extent that he was forced into counsel to convince him it wasn’t real, and put on psychiatric medications.
He was so angry and shaken for telling him that story, that he never spoke to me again.
Wait what if people are able to see those "echoes of the past" but their subconscious mind add a layer of fear and they get those scary sights? However you don't feel fear so you could see closer to what it was. This "hospital" was indeed creepy as hell but it must have looked professional, safe and normal on the surface. Just a hypothesis!
Very strange indeed. I've never had a similar experience; there is a weird memory I have from childhood of seeing something strange in the woods behind my house and running like h*** from it, but not having a clear image or memory of what it was. It's likely a brain / memory processing issue of some sort, I reacted to something fast and ran, but it sure is a freaky memory.
I knew where this was going when you said Arkansas. Oddly enough though I live in Arkansas and have been to Eureka Springs I absolutely refused to go near that place when my family wanted to go see it. No reason just did not want to go
“This empty mansion with its many sounds and manifestations are not the product of individual or collective entities living or dead. All the manifestations, all the sounds, even the materialized spirit you see floating across the hallway are the product of completely nothing. You know this is true, you feel this is true, and you fear it terribly because you know with your deepest heart that this truth is absolute. You know this, you feel it, and you fear it because you know this truth extends beyond the boundaries of this empty mansion to the universe itself. The Universe is haunted. When you see a ghost you are afraid because deep down you know that you are seeing yourself. As a ghost roams the halls of a dark and empty mansion, so you roam the earth. You have been living in a fantasy where you believed you were alive. But in fact, you are dead. But unlike ghosts that were once living persons, you have never actually been alive. Nothing is alive in this universe or ever has been, yet things are happening. This is the Ultimate Truth, this is the revelation that none return from.”
-Steven Norquist, “Haunted Universe”
http://www.hauntedpress.net/
Intriguing.
Interesting
That's a hell of a story. I always enjoy other people's uncanny stories but nothing remotely like this has ever happened to me (and that's probably a good thing, as I would be terrified and destabilised, while many who have such experiences are quite comfortable with them). So I still don't know what I believe about such things.
That's really strange!