Pyrrsefanie
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My friends and I back in Connecticut used to investigate supposedly haunted places all the time. There were several of them that did not disappoint, but others where... we just never got a buzz, and chalked it up to "local legend."
Like the waterfalls where supposedly you could still hear a Native American girl screaming while she plummeted to her death from the top of the falls, over and over again into eternity... never heard it in all the times we sat out there during the wee hours of the morning with a tape recorder and a camera aimed at the top of the falls.
Del'Reeves, which local legend had it was a children's asylum that burned to the ground... yeah actually it was an old missile silo during the 60's that they dismantled. Somebody had painted a big seal on the ground and it was said that if you crossed that seal you'd free something very, very bad. I wasn't there for the day my roommate and ex-boyfriend decided to test it, but I was told that they were chased all the way back to the car by something very large and very not nice. Still up in the air as to whether they were serious or whether they were just trying to scare me.
Rainbow Road -- used to be a happy farm in the 30's until everyone living there just up and left, leaving all of their possessions behind. No trace of the people living there was ever found, it was like they vanished into thin air. The main house eventually burnt, but until the dry rot got really bad you could still get into the basement and look around. They had cans of oil and preserves and things from companies that stopped existing like 60 years ago. Upstairs (until "upstairs" became "downstairs," good going wood-frame houses!) there was an old-style hospital bed and IV stand, along with some discarded glass medicine bottles and other things to indicate there was a sick person there. I tried to take pictures because the whole place looked like something out of Silent Hill, or for WoW players, Tirisfal Glades, but I could never get my camera to work in that house. Saw and heard plenty of creepy shit on the grounds though.
Line Road -- a female jogger was supposedly raped and killed on an early-morning run back in the 60's or 70's. If you go out there at 2 or 3 a.m., around the time they guessed she was stabbed to death, you can hear her screaming. I wish I could find my photos I took there that actually picked shit up -- orbs, human forms where no one was standing, etc. One night when we were out there, one of us was whistling out of boredom... he stopped, and from off in the distance, somebody whistled the rest of the song. It wasn't any of us. Line Road is kind of out of the way, so the idea that someone was just chilling in the woods at 3 in the morning is pretty unlikely. As if that didn't freak us out enough, a friend of ours was standing right next to me the entire time. I was getting seriously creepy vibes and I turned around to say to him "Man, I think we should get out of here..." only to see nothing next to me. Apparently he hadn't even left the car, and nobody had been standing next to me. We left shortly after that.
There's a bunch of other ones, most of which involved jumping fences, prying open doors/windows with crowbars, and other illegal activity to get into. It's a miracle none of us got slapped with a B & E charge, but we never took anything and never damaged the sites. All of us are superstitious enough to know that doing that is bad juju.
So do I believe? Yes. I also believe that I have the ability to see, hear, in some cases *smell*, and communicate with them. Do I plan on getting my own TV show and website and shit like that? No.
My grandmother and the rest of the women in my family believe that "the Gift" is passed down from generation to generation dating all the way back to the beginning of our family's roots. I got a permanent distaste at an early age for psychics who get their own TV show and make their living basically doing cold readings on the unsuspecting masses. I've been reading tarot since I was 12 (I used to pay for my chiropractic adjustments with tarot readings for my doctor, hah!) and I've never asked for or expected money in return for it. I'm superstitious about it -- it seems like if I start charging people for it or making a living from it, I'll lose it. No one's ever confirmed or denied it, it's just something I've always feared in the back of my mind.
In eighth grade our middle school had a Renaissance Faire of our own. Thanks to my dark hair, dark eyes, and beaky nose, I got type-casted as the gypsy fortuneteller and ended up reading cards for people all day. By the end of the day nobody in school would talk to me and I think if this had been the 1600s I would have been tied to a stake and burned or had rocks thrown at me.
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