Gweener
Ooh, Haunting in Connecticut...
so what do y'all think?
Why do the rural areas make such a good creepy setting for horror movies... and old houses. What about the older parts of a big city that is now run down and practically forgotten? Oh yeah,... that's the perfect place for a party! xd ... Chain HATES incorporeal and ethereal enemies... HATES them. I do not like the idea of getting attacked by something you can't see, hear, smell, or sense really, and can't hurt by any normal means... but it can still kick the s**t out of you if it wanted to...
... f***ing
HATE ghosts and demons...
I might possibly be able to sense ghosts... maybe... I'm not entirely sure... but it's possible... depends on whether this one story is true or not... I'll tell what happened.
So I was visiting this old Aircraft carrier from WW2 called the Lexington with boyscouts... back when I used to be with boyscouts before I left because ther were mostly
D***S.
... Anyway, back then, I was still pretty unstable and stuff... not in control of my anger or inhibitions... so I could possibly go into spontaneous rage or do something stupid like light random s**t on fire or hurt myself. So, my Mom went with me on this trip, partly because she wanted to go to, and partly because what I said above. I think I might've been thirteen at the time... Anyway, so we were touring around the inside of the ship, and we went down into the room that they used to drop the anchor in... like... near the very bottom of the boat and stuff. Same room they rigged up in the movie
Pearl Harbor (Which was a horribly inaccurate movie and I feel dumber for having seen it) ans passed it up as the inside of a Japanese ship with hammocks and stuff in it. Anyway... there was a side room off of this one, and that was lit as well.
There was a door in this room, which led to a room with no lights on in it. I thought it was kind of strange for that door to be open... but thought nothing of it at the time. Then my Mom started trying to go into that room. I stuck my head into the room, and recoiled, and backed away about 5 steps. Now, I've got to say, I'm slightly cautious about dark rooms anyway, inside an old war relic or not, but there was a feeling of abject horror coming from the thought of entering that room. My Mom's like "Come on! It'll be fine!" And I'm like "No! No, there's something wrong with that room..." and she's like "Fine, you stay here. I'm gonna go check it out." at which point, I say "No! Do
not go in that room. I don't know what the hell it is, but there's something
very wrong with that room. We should
not go in there."
Well, she said okay, and we left... later that night we went to a telling of ghost stories about the Lexington. Now, this is the part I'm not sure if it's true or not. If it is, it totally gives credence to that feeling. If not... I dunno. I don't remember exactly what they said... since it's been so long, so some of my storytelling is probably off. That room we were looking in was a sick bay. Apparently, when the ship was being sealed up... decommissioned or whatever... before it was turned into a museum (I don't remember the exact specifics of that story), when they were shutting off water and electricity and sealing hatches shut and stuff, the guy whose job it was to shut off the electrical (or water... I don't remember his exact job) went in there, did his job, and decided to take a nap in one of the medical cots that was set up there. While he was sleeping, the guy whose job it was to seal all the hatches came by and accidentally sealed him inside. He woke up, some time later, and noticed that the door was sealed shut... and he basically died locked in that room because, even though he was picking up s**t and banging on the bulkheads and trying to get out, no one heard him. When they opened it back up, like... 20 or 35 years later, and the unsealed that room, they found his body.
So, that's that... If that story's true, cool... if not... whoops.
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