Paranormal

Paranormal

Share your stories of the unexplained.

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  • Ranay333
    I'm not entirely sure what to do but from the looks of it; it seems like you can tell your experiences. Last year during a hot summer night a few friends of mine and I walked through Quincy, illinois's cemetery. We went through the trail around 3:00 a.m. since according to the legend that's the "Witching Hour" In this cemetery their was an asylum that was known to be haunted. My friend Allie used to have the key to it so we didn't get to go in but she did notify us that it was supposed to be haunted. apparently a light in one of the rooms always came on every night. So she toured us through the trail behind the asylum and just like she quoted it was on. Through out the tour we had quite a few experiences but their were two more events that got to me. The first event was that we heard a little girl singing "we all fall down." The 2nd event was the most interesting. Through out this tour we knew we were being watched, followed, and observed extremely well. We even knew something didn't want us there. A few of my friends were excited i guess you could call it and a few were even terrified. On the other hand I was both excited and scared. I was scared to what lied ahead of me through out the rest of the trail and excited to see what we would experience. When we walked the trail the temperatures mixed. Even though it was still a good 70 degrees outside at 3:00 a.m. in front of us it was cold enough to see our breath and behind us it was normal temperature. The air was thick and tense with curiosity and resentment not just from us but from those we couldn't see and only felt. It felt like we were walking through a swarm of bodies crowding around one thing. We just couldn't see them. to me it was an experience worth while.


Do just once what others say you can't do, and you will never pay attention to their limitations again.
— James R. Cook