In the Woods

You’re camping.  You’re in the woods with friends.  Someone says they want to hear a scary story.  Nobody speaks up.   But you have a scary story.  A freaky and creepy story.  Perfect for telling in the dark.  Perfect for in the woods, while sitting around a campfire.  When you can see in front of you, but behind you is vast darkness and you have no idea what may be lurking in the shadows.

 

I have scary stories.  I have a small fascination with horror and the unexplainable.  I’ve had very strange things happen to me as well.  And I had a story to tell this past weekend in the woods.  About a door.  A door that closes by itself.  A very heavy door that has no explanation for why or how it could close by itself.  Are you scared yet?

I wasn’t the only one to witness this.  I was in a class with about fifteen other people, in a room that had a wall of sliding glass doors.  It was muggy and hot out and all the doors were open.  Halfway through the class one of the sliding doors slid shut evenly, almost slowly.  We could see that there was no one there to close the door given that it was a glass.  We all looked at each other like, hmmm…that was weird.

Then class went on.  I don’t know if anyone else forgot about it, but I didn’t.  I asked the teacher the next time I saw her about it.  She said that wasn’t the first time that it had happened.  I remember when she said that, I had a very eerie feeling, almost sick to my stomach.  You see, I was spending a lot of time at this place.  I won’t go into where it was because I don’t want to name it.  But I was there every week.  Spending the night.

Because of this incident, I was totally freaked out to go to sleep at night.  This was also the same time I was having obe’s (out of body experiences) at this same location as well as very vivid dreams and sleep paralysis.  Weird shit was happening and it was draining me.  For some reason, I was open to these strange happenings at this particular location.  When I look back, this was a pretty rough time of my life emotionally.  I was a wreck.  Maybe that was why I was experiencing all of these strange occurrences.

Eventually I went back to that room with my ex to do some paranormal investigating (fun by the way).  I convinced him that we should go there when it was empty and do a recording where we try to talk to whoever or whatever closed the door.  We went.  It was daylight and the room and bright and sunny, not scary.  I opened the same door.  We started recording.  I asked, do you want to open the door?  What’s your name?

The door didn’t shut.  We waited and nothing happened.  I was a little disappointed.  Afterwards, we listened to the recording.  After I asked, what’s your name, you can hear someone say “yes” presumably to the first question I asked.   It was a male voice and it didn’t sound like it was in the room, but somewhere far away.  I’ve played it for quite a few of my friends and everyone could hear it…so, did we talk with a ghost?  I don’t know.  What I know is that someone answered yes to my question, which was, do you want to shut the door?  No, the door didn’t shut again and who knows why.

There’s something about the unexplained that intrigues me.  There’s something about being out in the middle of nowhere, under the black night and the billions of stars, that makes you question things (who are we and why are we here?).  I find it all a bit fascinating.  There’s the nerd inside of me that loves that stuff. 

Camping always brings this out.  That’s part of the charm of it for me.  More about this past weekend in the next post, plus pics.  Stay tuned.