You guys wanted some stories, so here they are:
It all started 12-13 years ago. I was 7 years old. I lived in a town in Eastern Washington called Moses Lake. I went over to my friend Eric's house to stay the night, who lived in the middle of fucking no where. He had a shitload of property and sure enough, right smack-dab in the backyard, was a cemetary. Not the type of cemetary that you are thinking. Back during the war (either Vietnam or WWII) Moses Lake had a big part in it. The base, which is now a housing community (known as "The Ghetto of Moses Lake"), served as the big military base. There are currently even underground abandoned missle silos there. Anyways, Eric's backyard had a little grave site with no tombstones, just wooden crosses. I can't really remember, but there was a shitload. We went for a walk to go fuck around. I remember it felt like we were gone for like a half of an hour, but it was actually a couple of hours. Later that night, after playing a shitload of Bubble Bobble on NES, we went in his room to play with legos. It was like 1 AM and we heard some noises in his kitchen. We went out there and saw a spirit. I can't really remember much other than looking into the spirit while it looked at, more like into, me. Ever since then, strange things occured. I didn't tell anyone about this until 7-8 years ago. I was in 7th grade over at my friend Jesse's house. At this time, I was living in the Seattle-Tacoma area. I was telling Jesse, his brother, Aaron, Josh and Travis about this shit. They of course, didn't buy it. Not long after we stopped talking about it, Trixie (the cat) and Sparky (the dog), who were in the room with us, started going apeshit. The doorknob on Jesse's room door started shaking and the lights started flickering. The next day, we were walking behind his house to go over to Aaron's house because his mom always gave us cigarettes. I didn't see it but everyone, except for Travis, did. What they saw was in the attic. Jesse's house had a window in the attic which could be seen in the backyard. They saw a little fat kid with barbwire wrapped around his neck. After that incident, I started to think that I was some kind of host. I always had spirits around me but didn't think too much about it. I learned to cope with it. Ever since that thing at Jesse's though, is when I started thinking that. One main reason is because the little fat kid never left the attic. About one or two years later, I was over at my friend's neighbor's house. We were having a little party because she was watching their house while they were out of town. I was telling them about this and Cortney didn't believe me. I kept on trying to explain to her, but she was in denial. A short while later, she began getting hot flashes and started feeling really sick. The next day, she felt better. I asked her if she believed me, and she said yes. About a year or two ago, a few of my friends went to a abandoned mining town near here name Franklin. When this place was active, a mine shaft blew up and killed a shitload of people. After that, everyone started dying. They went there, with a digital camera. I didn't go. When they got back, Brian showed me the pictures. In almost every picture, there was glowing, floating orbs. Brian even got a picture of a tree in the shape of a hand. Levi, being the twisted fuck he is, took a shovel with them because he was going to dig up a grave. He didn't do it all the way. About a couple weeks later, we all got together and decided to go. After we parked our cars at the gate and did a shitload of walking, we finally made it to the enterance. Levi gave us a speech about if we see or hear something, not to freak out. Me, knowning and seeing everything that I do, didn't worry at all. We got in there and everything was cool. We finally made it to the mine shaft which has a wire steel gate thingy over it, so no one falls down it. The shaft's depth is more deep than the Spaceneedle (Seattle) is tall. We hung out there for a little while and got drunk. Levi had said we might see miner's spirits walking around with lanterns. We brought a video camera there. I have the tapes, but still haven't watched. After a few hours of walking around, we decided to head back to our cars. As we were walking through the cemetary area, Levi led us to the grave he had dug up. It was filled. We were walking, almost out of there. There is this tombstone in the shape as the Washington Monument. After Eric, not the same Eric as before, walked past it, it fell and almost hit him in the leg. No one bumped it. We decided to be respectful to the dead and put it back up where it belonged. It took four of us to put it back up. That night, I saw three miners, and also, the hand tree Brian had showed me. I went back there a couple more times and showed people, each time seeing more than before. We even took a Ouija board out to the mine shaft, but my friend Danny's sister saw something and freaked out. Levi told me about this cemetary in a little town just north of Seattle called Moltby. He went up there with Jennifer to check it out, because he heard some good shit about it. They got up there and started asking around about the cemetary. Everyone they asked said that they haven't heard anything of it. They decided to go to some libraries to search for some resources to tell them where it was located. Everything that might of helped them find it had the pages ripped out of them. Finally they gave up and decided to try something else. Jennifer went into an antique store fake crying, and believe me, she can do it pretty fucking good. The lady who owned the place or whatever asked what was wrong. Jen said that she is trying to complete her family tree and knows that her grandpa was buried at the Moltby cemetary, but couldn't find it. She said that she asked people, but they just played stupid. The lady broke down and told her how to get there. They went there, but didn't see shit. The reasons why Moltby is such a big deal is because of two main reasons, that I know of. One, it was homecoming or some shit and this chick who was into black magic heard that if you say some shit and stab a dagger into this certain grave, something happens. She went, said her thing, and stabbed the dagger. She died of a heart attack. Scared to death. Apparently, this weird thing was that a hand was supposed to come up and take you in. Instead of that happening to her, when she stabbed the dagger into the grave, she stabbed her dress, thinking it was the hand. There is also supposed to be what is called, the 13 steps to hell. Which is what it sounds like. Thirteen steps that lead to a door or something, that lead to somewhere that sucks. I was going to look for them and check it out if I found them, but still haven't been to Moltby.
I always see spirits. Most of the time, it doesn't freak me out. But sometimes, like tonight, I saw one that freaks me out so much, I'm getting chills down my spine just thinking about it. Also, this morning, when I was asleep, I woke up to my empty beer cans rattling. I said, "Shut the fuck up!", and it stopped. A little bit later, like 30 seconds, it started again. I said, "Fucking shit! I'm trying to sleep man, can you cut it out?", being nice. It stopped, but I don't know if it started again because I fell back asleep. What's weird about that too is that I am a heavy sleeper. I have slept through storms and earthquakes. A few cans rattling shouldn't wake me, but it did.
I have more, short things I could of added, but I feel that would be pointless and that this should be effecient enough. Believe me or not, I know what I know.
BTW...I'm not fucking psycho.
