The Jerome Grand hotel was built as “United Verde hospital” in 1926. It was built by “united Verde copper company” which was a mining company when they started their business in the area and felt the need for a hospital which although would be the 4th hospital in the state but with the best of facilities. Many modern equipment were available at the hospital and it was considered one of the most modern hospitals not only in the state but all over the Country. The Otis elevator in the building was first of its kind and it still functions to this day.
The hospital operated till 1950 when residents had already moved to different cities due to non availability of work and hazardous living conditions. After 1950 the hospital would lay abandoned for 44 years and the equipment, furniture and everything else inside stayed in the hospital like something frozen in time.
The hospital was acquired in 1994 by Larry Altherr from Phelps Dodge Mining Corporation who started the renovations and the Jerome Grand hotel opened for business in 1996.
Even though the hospital was one of the most modern hospitals of that era, many people died when the hospital was in Operation. The figure is assumed to be close to 9000. The hospital was cursed with many unfortunate accidents the first of which was the mining disaster that blew a part of the hospital when it was first opened. Seeing that so many people had died in the hospital one can guess that it is difficult to name all of the diseased people but one of the few suspicious deaths that happened and is still talked about is that of the maintenance man Claude Harvey. He was pinned down by the elevator and everybody thought of it as an accident but it was later revealed during an autopsy that he had already died before being crushed by the elevator. Another death was that of a caretaker hired during the 1970s to protect the building from vandals. He committed suicide and was found hanging inside the hotel.
PARANORMAL ACTIVITIES
When the hotel had just opened and only a few rooms were available, guests staying there would report off all kinds of mysterious activity and they still do to this day. So many spirits are said to haunt the hotel that it is believed that sometimes more ghosts roam the hotel than there are humans present at the hotel.
Guests would hear strange sounds and voices coming from closed rooms. Guests also reported smells coming from rooms, such as flowers, dust, cigar smoke, and whiskey. The most common apparition is of a child who is seen running up and down the hallways of the third floor which is said to be the most active floor. Guests would also hear children playing, giggling and even seeing the ghostly apparition of a child at the foot of their beds during nights just looking at them before disappearing in thin air. A lot of guests would hear a baby crying and would report it to the front desk only to find that the sound was coming from an empty room.
Poltergeist activity like the television and bedside lamps being unplugged and things sent flying in the room. Things missing only to be found later under the beds are some of the most common things that guests experience on a daily basis in their hotel rooms.
The maintenance man
The spirit of Claude Harvey, the maintenance man who died in the hotel is seen many times in the laundry or the boiler room doing his chores as though still at work. People believe that he doesn’t realise that he is dead.
Ghost Pet
Another famous apparition is that of a ghostly cat. The cat has been heard meowing, hissing and scratching at doors and walls. Both staff and guests have heard and felt the cat brushing against their legs and snuggling against them while on the bed. People could see the imprint of a cat on their bed. A guest even provided a photo evidence of the ghost cat spirit sitting on the table. This is only a small amount of paranormal activity that occurs at the hotel.
The hotel has such an abundance of paranormal activity that many paranormal explorers visit the hotel and they easily get in touch with the paranormal. The hotel does not provide any guided tours but those who want to experience any sort of paranormal activity have to book a room like other guests and only then they can get access to the hallways of the hotel and that is without bothering any other guests. The lobby and the hotel restaurant called “Asylum” are open to the public.
The place where the infirmary is built belonged to a farmer and his wife during the 1800s. They used to house people who did not want to live alone in exchange for some money from the state. Later when the property was acquired by the state, the first infirmary was built in 1851. Unfortunately after only two years from its construction, there was a fire destroying the building and many people lost their lives.
In 1855, another building was built in place of the first one to accommodate the poor and sick. The building operated for the next forty years before being closed down again due to the living conditions being deemed unfit.
Finally in 1899 another building was built which stands till this date. The infirmary provided food and shelter to the poor and needy of the region sponsored by the county. Orphans, physically or mentally disabled people, old men and women who couldn’t provide for themselves were some of the residents of the infirmary. These types of infirmaries were set up in each state and county for the similar purpose. Even during the great depression in the 1930s these infirmaries still provided food and shelter to the people when the federal government had to sponsor these asylums. It was also used to keep tuberculosis patients when the illness spread throughout the USA and there was a need for space to accommodate the patients.
The Randolph County infirmary closed down in 2009. During the time of its closing down only 5 residents remained at the infirmary.
During the time of its operation there were many reported and unreported deaths at the infirmary. The exact number is not known but the reported deaths are close to 200. Reported deaths include suicide by hanging, tuberculosis deaths, old age deaths and a patient died after being pushed from the second floor window.
With so many reports of death and suicides one might easily guess that many of those who died with some unfinished business may not want to leave the place. In fact the infirmary is said to be one of the most active places in terms of paranormal. The most common activities include the doors slamming on their own, sounds of children giggling and running up and down the stairs, female whispering and sounds of women screaming. People have even witnessed shadow figures multiple times in the attic as well as the basement. So far there has not been any violent paranormal activity except for one person being scratched on the neck.
The building now hosts paranormal tours and events. The infirmary is mostly booked with visitors leaving pleased with their paranormal experiences.
On Google reviews people have described the place as one of the most haunted places in the world having experienced plenty of paranormal activities and most of them have explored the place multiple times. Those who want to explore the place or even stay overnight can do so by booking the place.
Centralia, PA – the whole town and interstate was removed in 1962* to accommodate an enormous underground coal mine fire that’s still burning today. The whole neighborhood grid (weirdly, I don’t remember if there’s houses still or not?) and highway is still there, and there’s still smoke coming up through cracks in the street. The whole dystopian vibe that always accompanies an abandoned town + wondering if I’d fall through a hole in the street into some literal hellscape below was plenty for me. Walked around for an hour or so and then hightailed it out of there.
*edit after re-reading Wikipedia article: fire started in 1962, town mostly relocated in 1983 after kids started falling into sinkholes, rest of the re-location via eminent domain in 1992.
Edit 2: jesus fucking christ yes, this town was the inspiration for Silent Hill.
r/literal9
My grandparents had a big farm when I was growing up and all of the grandkids would help work it over the summer when we were out of school. Anytime we saw a rabbit we were supposed to get it with the hoe or grab the shotgun. I was around 12 or so when I saw a little rabbit in the beans and I didn’t want my grandfather to see it so I tried to chase it off. Followed it into the brush on the land and for whatever reason I just kept following it because usually I’d lose sight of them pretty quickly once they hit the brush. Kept following it until found what was clearly an old barn ruin. These are pretty normal to happen upon where I’m from and they’re fun to look around inside, so I went in. It was weirdly kept up really well with antique tools in great shape and fresh hay. I worried had crossed into our neighbors’ property so high-tailed it out of there. I asked my grandfather about it and he said our land went way far past what had described, and I couldn’t have left our land in the short amount of time was gone, so he followed me out there and we couldn’t find it. I checked every summer I worked there and never found it again. Not creepy but it always drove me crazy where that stupid barn went.
r/urgehal666
There’s this old abandoned hotel a couple hours away from me. It’s not like a modern hotel, but like an old Victorian house that was turned into a B&B. It’s totally boarded up, big fence around it with barbed wire. Apparently it’s pretty damn haunted.
In high school me and some friends went to go check it out. It’s in the middle of this a circular road, not a roundabout but you can go around several times before feeding back onto the main road. It takes about ninety seconds to go around this circle. Anyway, the first time we drive through all the shades on the windows are drawn. We drive around again, only half of the shades are drawn. The next time we drive by all the shades are open. We drove around one last time and all the shades were drawn again. We freaked out and drove the hell out of there.
r/oceanceaser
In the interior of BC I spent a lot of time exploring in the truck. Found loads of abandoned buildings and cabins but the coolest place that a friend showed me was an abandoned hippie commune deep in the forest. There were some crazy house designs, one looked like an ark, one was a ~40ft teepee clad with aluminum.
The place was clearly built by people who had very little building experience, but lots of creativity and motivation. There was a lot of weird stuff found on the property, and I even found a bike that was stolen off me the year prior.
Was driving through Illinois to get to Chicago about a decade ago with a group of friends and we stopped at a Taco Bell. The first thing we noticed was that the workers were acting very odd. Everything they said was monotone and rehearsed. After sitting in this fairly busy restaurant for a bit, we kind of all just looked at each other at the same time as we realized that none of the conversations happening around us made any sense. The people were speaking, and it was English, but the sentences weren’t logical. They were just saying words at each other. We didn’t say much about it until we got outside, at which point we all freaked out and confirmed each others’ experiences at once, and got the fuck out of there. We jokingly refer to that place as the “NPC Training Center” since the people didn’t seem to be real, or they were learning how to be human or something. Still freaks me out.
Edit: yes, I believe the orders were all correct, which I
guess just ups the creepy factor
Edit 2: we were young and actually pretty straight edge at
the time, none of us were high or anything.
Edit 3: the best I can remember about the weird conversations was that they were stringing several prepositions in a row with no real sentence structure, forced laughter and nodding, stuff like that. Like they were mimicking how humans talk. Think of those “what English sounds like to a non-speaker” videos on YouTube, but EVERYBODY was doing it all around us.
r/Illbeanicefella
A couple years ago a buddy and I got turned around on a side road in rural north Missouri. I had no service for GPS and it was pouring rain so I headed south toward my destination hoping to run into a main highway. We ended up coming into the town of Skidmore MO. It’s a tiny town in the middle of nothing but there’s something dark about that place. Infamously in the 80s a man known as the town bully was killed in broad daylight in the middle of town there. Not one person spoke up about who killed him and it’s never been solved despite many witnesses. There’s also been disappearances, and a brutal crime a few years ago involving a baby being cut out of a woman’s womb. Keep in mind this is a town of only 270 people. As we drove down the main drag several people gave us a blank but intimidating stare, completely unnerving. Once we got out of the town my buddy mentioned he’d had a sense of impending doom or danger as we drove through, weirdly enough I’d been feeling the same way. I’d never had a such a persistent gut feeling of danger like that before. We agreed to never ever fucking go through Skidmore again. There’s something seriously evil about that town, it shouldn’t exist.
r/hey_there_kitty_cat
Not just one, but there’s a whole lot of places in rural NZ that will scare the shit out of someone who isn’t used to it. Hell even some of my Kiwi friends would sometimes be like fuck no l’m not hiking out there with you guys, good luck. If had to choose one, we were doing a 5 day hike, had pretty good maps and directions. Now there’s a lot of nationally funded huts throughout the island, very well marked. We found this one random hut that was definitely not on the maps, with a bunch of older guys just hammered partying inside. And this was way out of where these guys could’ve just walked up from town to party in for the afternoon. No gear whatsoever, just the craziest looking 60+ guys hammered in this random unmarked cabin. When we came back by later the place was absolutely empty and musty, so they packed up their trash and stuff but it still seemed all gross and dirty. We were all kind of baffled, did we actualy meet all these crazy hillbilly old men partying in the middle of nowhere? They obviously weren’t going up there to clean it up, and where the hell did this cabin even come from just in the middle of these mountains? And how did they just randomly hike up there with cases of beer and booze and speakers?
r/NamesJeffrey
Not creepy, just weird to me. A music store seemed to just show up in my town. I’d lived here three years and never saw it. Went in, and the guy had one bass guitar in the store. Me, being a bassist, played it and fell in love. Bought it, and then the next week when was in town, the store was totally empty, and looked like it hasn’t been open in a long time.
Got a new bass out of it though, so I’m cool with it being a spooky ghost store.
r/seersucker.
In the 7th grade I had a friend that lived near a beach on a bay of lake Michigan. One day in early May it reached 70 degrees, nearly unheard of for that time of year in northern Wisconsin. My two friends, including the beach friend, excitedly rode our bikes down to the beach to maybe dip our toes in, expecting still frigid waters, and then “tan” for the rest of the afternoon. The water, though, was surprisingly warm. Like bathwater warm. In this particular area of the bay the water was shallow for about a half mile out, and we joyously splashed around, wading deeper and deeper until we were about chest deep. As we dunked each other and swam with abandon I started to feel sick. Bad headache, nausea, wobbly. Just then, my other two friends mentioned that they also felt sick. We headed back to shore, nearly crawling by the time we got out. The three of us collapsed under a tree and fell asleep for 2ish hours. When we woke up we talked about how weird it was. I dipped my toe back in the water and it was freezing cold. To this day have no idea what was in there. I do know that there is a chemical plant in town that used to manufacture things like agent orange, and that their practices were known to be less that environmentally conscious. I have never touched that water since.
Was coming back on the plane from a very important job interview and I thought I blew it. I was spacing out during the entire flight and when the plane landed and I finally got up to grab my bags an older woman 3 aisles down from me looked straight at me and said “don’t worry, it’ll be ok. You’ll get it”.
I reflexively thanked her and ignored what she said but a few hours later I got a call that I got the job. Only then did I remember what she said.
I still don’t know why she said that and how she knew what my problem was.
Back in 1997, I was aged 8. I shared a room with my younger brother who was 4 at the time. We used to have our grandparents over for dinner most nights and it wasn’t uncommon for them to stay long after we had gone to bed. They would come and kiss us goodbye in bed when they were going to leave.
This one summers day, I woke up during the night and saw my grandad. It wasn’t unusual like said. I said “Hi Grandad, are you leaving now?”, he came and sat on my bed and said “Yes, I’m saying goodbye for now.” He kissed me and then went and sat on my brothers bed and said kissed him as well. Then he left. My childhood intuition picked up that he was a bit sad.
Next morning, I went into the kitchen to find my mum crying. She told me that my Grandad died last night of a sudden heart attack. I said “How can that be, I saw him last night, he came and said good night to me.” My mum said that my grandparents left shortly after I went to bed last night. I also remembered that my grandpa said goodbye and not goodnight.
It was quite a shock but at the same time a little comforting too. I don’t remember a lot from my childhood but this is a memory that wont forget.
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I was walking in woods by the sea in southern England and I came across a rock formation that had a sign The Wishing Seat. It was rather like a giant throne, although obviously natural, not man-made. I sat on it, and, entirely frivously made a wish. As was sitting on it, a young family passed along the path in front me; a man, woman, boy, and girl, all very ordinary in dress and appearance but strikingly beautiful.
So the following year I was walking along the path again, but in a different month and at a different time of day. I came across the Wishing Seat again and sat on it, and the same family passed by again. The world is full of coincidences, some significant, and some not, but this seemed a rather a long coincidence.
This story is hard to explain, but still get shivers when I think of it.
He was a customer was helping out. Honestly there was nothing that really stood out with him. He was handsome, but in a normal way. He dressed normal. Talked normal. Was blandly friendly, as you are with strangers. Just a normal upper-middle class type guy. The only thing that really stood out was his blue eyes. Not in a goofy supernatural type way, he just had very very blue eyes.
But for some reason he made every hair on my neck stand on end. Alarm bells were going off in my head like crazy, all I wanted to do was hide. I have NEVER felt this way, before or since. Even when I was followed home by someone, have never felt such gut deep “you are in danger” as I did with this guy.
After ringing him through, he reached out to shake my hand. This is not common at all here, but out of politeness I took it and shook. And INSTANTLY got so nauseous I almost gagged. The moment I got nauseous he just held my hand and smiled, and something in that smile made me absolutely sure he knew what was feeling and he enjoyed it. I’m not religious in any way, but remember thinking in that moment “oh fuck, is this the devil?”
After he left was still so sick feeling had to go to the back and sit down.
I’m not sure if he was a serial killer or what, but to this day I have never experienced something even close to that encounter. I absolutely felt bone deep certainty that I was in some sort of danger. I felt every bit the prey.
It’s a hard story to explain, because it’s all based on feelings, so I haven’t told that many people about it. But to this day it is absolutely one of the scariest and weirdest things have experienced.
r/unknown I live in a small town, with very few black people around (central Europe).
I was pretty down because of a girl, and went for kebab. While I was standing in a queue for kebab, in the pub right next to it, there was a woman that caught my attention, because of two things, initially because of her race that’s just uncommon to see there, another the fact that for sure never seen her before, despite living in this small town my entire life and going around this pub every day. Another thing I noticed was that she didn’t order anything, she just sat there by the table alone.
Then I ordered my food, and while waiting for it, the woman leaned over the fence that separates kebab place from the pub, looked directly at me and offered me an ice cream. I accepted the offer, and immidiatelly after that she looked me in the eyes, smiled a bit and clearly, clamly said,,I love you”.
Then as received my kebab, I turned around where she was, and she was gone. Vanished as quickly as she appeared.
I inspected the ice cream, and it seemed ok and package was intact, it was delicious.
TLDR: Unknown, but very kind stranger gave me ice cream, said “I love you” when I needed it. And then vanished.
There was this kid I used to hang out with when was around 8 yo, and it still obsesses me
He wasn’t from my school, and neither was he in the only other school in town, one day he just showed up at the end of school day and played with my friends and I, just like kids do
He was really nice, polite, clean but he just seemed to have no family. He would never talk about his parents and avoided conversations about family. There was some sort of orphanage nearby but friends who lived there said that he didn’t live with them.
He was weird but in a… weird way. He was nice and fun, yet really mature for a 8yo kid. He had this emotional intelligence, he understood people, talked very well about the others’ feelings but barely showed his. He had this strange aura. He would start really deep conversations, that were oddly deep for kids our age. He also had a smooth voice, at an age when most of the kids have a voice that tempt adults to make em mute. One day, one of my friends lost his grandma and he found oddly accurate words to reassure him, that scene is still in my head to this day. On the other hand, he knew no cultural stuff. Every film, cartoons, comics, tv shows, he wouldn’t know. We showed him stuff like WWE, Dragon Ball and other manga/anime and he became really fan.
The only times he would act childish was when we wanted to know more about his life. He would answer funny and barely comprehensive things like some kids do. Today I’m a hundred percent sure he did that on purpose.
I really looked up to him although he was no leader or whatever. He was weird in a cool way, or cool in a weird way, at an age when a weird kid is just a weird kid no one wants to fw. He felt out of this world to me.
My mother had a strange feeling about him, and years later asked her about him and she told me that she couldn’t do anything because he was so nice and polite, but to her he wasn’t a child and seemed really weird.
He just hung out with my friends and I for about a year, I have great memories with him and I feel like he taught us much. One day he just stopped coming to play in our neighbourhood and no one saw him again
I have more anecdotes about him, and as time passes more things feel wrong/weird to me. I have a deep feeling that I met someone too special or whatever, I’m not that much into supernatural stuff yet I could start believing in lot of things just because of this kid.
There was a young woman, about my age at that time (early 20’s), sitting alone at a nearly empty coffee shop. She seemed like she was trying not to cry, so I went over and asked if I could sit with her.
We talked for hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. She didn’t go into detail about what was going on with her, but she felt like there was no hope.
I did my best to encourage her; told her not to give up. Tried to give her reasons to hold on, thought of ideas that might give her a spark of hope.
The coffee shop was closing. I wrote my phone number down and told her that I would love to hang out with her again. And she could call me anytime. She looked at me and told me that everything I said to her wasn’t for her to hear, it was for me. I hadn’t told her that I was in fact suicidal. I had originally gone to the coffee shop to think about how to best kill myself. While talking to her, I figured if I could maybe help someone else not feel the way I do, I wouldn’t kill myself, at least not yet.
She not only saved my life that day, but gave my whole life a new purpose filled with hope. I’m a therapist now, I help people all day.
She hugged me then walked out the door. I ran after her because she forgot the napkin with my number on it. I was no more than 2 seconds behind her. I got outside and there was no one there.
One evening in winter I didn’t leave work till almost 7pm, so I was walking home and thought fuck it I’ll cut through the park to get home quicker, even though it’s really poorly lit. A couple of minutes into the park I could hear a group of people behind me and in front of me and was thinking “fuck I’m going to be jumped”, up ahead there was a lamp post with a CCTV camera on it so thought I’ll stop there and at least I’ll get jumped on camera. As stood beneath this light, this really tall woman jogged over and stopped next to me, I’m six feet tall and she was way taller than me. She asked me “is it okay if I walk with you?” and I was like sure okay I guess. She walked with me to the edge of the park, talking about how dodgy the park was at night, as soon as we got to the edge of the park, she told me to have a good night then jogged back into the park. It was a really weird experience, I felt certain I would have been mugged or something if she wasn’t there. I walked through that park every day for about a year and never saw her again.
Europe’s first grand hotel vowed European royalty with electric lights, hydraulic lifts and air conditioning when it opened in 1865. It was the largest and the most modern hotel around the city and it still pulls fans from around the world, including more than its fair share of celebrities. During its early days it was frequented by some of the most iconic celebrities that included Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, Napoleon III, Czech composer Dvorák and it was one of the most favourite spots for the British royal family as well.
From 2004 to 2009 several renovations took place in the hotel to restore it to its original form with the total estimated cost of up to 80 million USD.
The hotel was featured in many movies and tv shows. However, it has also been frequented by a number of ghosts.
The most common sighting is of a man in victorian evening wear in ROOM 333,who apparently appears only during October. Room 333 is said to be one of the most haunted rooms around the world. Another guest claimed to have seen the figure of a man in military attire standing by the window of the fourth floor who is apparently believed to be the ghost of a soldier who killed himself by jumping from the same window. There’s a ghost butler that vanishes when it’s approached. It is also believed that the ghost of Napolean 3, another former guest haunts the basement of the hotel.
A BBC reporter while staying in room 333 was awoken at night and he saw a ball of light moving towards him. It slowly started transforming itself into an almost complete human form. The reporter ran out of the room and took a colleague with him back to the room, the figure was still there but was slowly fading away. During one of their stays there, the English cricket team were troubled by the spooky occurrences and they became convinced that the hotel was haunted. Taps would turn on/off by themselves. They also felt a strong presence with them during their stay at the hotel. They were always woken up by sounds and could not sleep at all. Stuart broad and his wife were particularly most affected by these occurrences and they went to sleep in another teammates twin room. The next day the team requested a change of hotel because they could not sleep at all.
The hauntings at the hotel were first reported in the 1970s but the management is not afraid of the reputation of the hotel being labelled as haunted. Langham is still one of the most beautiful hotels and it still hosts some of the most famous celebrities.
Located at 3406 Brownsville road, Pennsylvania the house was built in 1909-10. In 1988, Bob Cramer moved in along with his wife and four children.
He bought the house as soon as it went up for sale. Even before moving in, when Bob came for a walkthrough, his youngest son Bobby jr got scared of an unseen force. As soon as they moved in, they began to experience creepy stuff inside the house. They always had a feeling of being watched.
The previous owners were really keen on selling the house and accepted the first offer from Bob. In the beginning, there were only small things like lights turning on/off on their own, feeling of being watched etc. However after some time the family members became extremely anxious. His wife and children started having serious mental issues and required hospitalisation. The family members knew of the presence of an entity inside the house but they had no idea that these mental issues are because of that entity. The family members started seeing black foggy mass around the house and would also smell a horrible stench.
After contacting a Catholic Church they came to know that they are not dealing with a spirit but a demon. An exorcism was performed during which metal crucifixes were found bent and blood would start dripping from the walls. One of the children even saw a demonic entity outside one room and started crying. The entity was sighted by many family members after that. The cleansing was carried on for several years after which the paranormal activity finally subsided.
More details about the haunting are mentioned in the book ” The demon of brownsville road” written by Bob cramer himself.
The eastern state penitentiary, also known as ESP is a former American prison in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The prison opened in 1825 and became the first in the U.S. to implement solitary confinement, a hotly debated practise during that time. Prisoners lived in gloomy rooms with virtually no human contact, hoods placed over their heads anytime they were moved.
The system was opposed by the people as they preferred a system where prisoners could work together in silence. The solitary confinement system eventually collapsed due to overcrowding. It was then operated as a congregate prison till 1970 when it was officially closed. In the 19th century the prison became one of the largest tourist destinations where the visitors could talk to inmates so that they do not feel isolated. It is believed that due to isolation the prisoners were driven insane. The punishments used were also very harsh. The prisoners were dipped and dunked in water bath and hung on a wall during winters till the ice formed on their skin. The mad chair, which bound the inmates so tightly that circulation was cut off and then there was the ” Hole ” a dark underground where there was no light, no human contact, no exercise and very little food.
The prison is considered to be one the most haunted places. Dozens of paranormal investigators visit every year and report multifarious paranormal activity. The places with most activity include cellblock 12 known for echoing whispers, cellblock 6 and 4 for shadowy figures darting of the walls and ghostly faces. Many people have claimed of seeing a silhouette of a guard. One of the most legendary tales comes from Gary Johnson, who helps maintain the crumbling old locks at the prison. In the early 1990s, he opened an old lock in cellblock 4 when a force gripped him so tightly he was unable to move and he saw tormented faces appear on the walls. The prison is now being run as a museum and haunted attraction. These stories may or may not be true but the chilling past of the prison, inhumane attitude toward the prisoners and the sinister atmosphere do make a solid case.
The church of Christ the Consoler on the grounds of newby Hall, New Yorkshire, UK has never had any history of the paranormal. In 1963 Reverend Kenneth F lord took a photograph in the church, a figure appeared on the photograph resembling a man but somehow distorted. Kenneth Lord claimed that there was no one with him when he took the photograph. He also swore about its legitimacy and grew extremely frustrated when people accused him of faking it somehow. People who believed the photograph to be legit evidence of the paranormal conclude that it resembles a 16th century monk with white shroud around its face. Some say it could be above 9 feet tall while others think that as we can’t see it’s feet, it must be standing on something.
The Reverend K. F. Lord’s photograph
A lot of people believe this to be a hoax and suggest it to be a clever use of double exposure, however it has been checked several times by photography experts and they all agree that there is no double exposure on the photograph. Some people still suggest that this apparition might be a trick of light or it might be an accomplice in a costume as the figure looks too clear. More than 55 years have passed since the photograph was taken but it still turns out to be one of the most mysterious and controversial pieces of evidence of the existence of the paranormal.
I used to do some odd jobs at the 12th century graveyard in my hometown.
12th century, as in the church and its surrounding graveyard had been in continuous use for at least that long. When you keep burying bodies in the same small patch of ground for that many centuries, eventually the soil has been turned over dozens of times and consists mainly of bone fragments.
You can’t even plant flowers there without accidentally uncovering some teeth or finger bones or something, it’s nothing but fragmented skeletons all the way down under the thin turf. The “soil” sort of resembles seaside shellsand, except on closer examination all the light-colored bits are bone fragments rather than crushed seashells.
Not really scary or unexpected, just a bit eerie until you get used to it. You learn to treat anything recognizable as human remains with respect, and just tuck it away out of sight under the plant or whatever else you were putting there.
r/ShootPplNotDope.
Strange people visiting. I worked at the cemetery Jimmi Hendrix is buried at, so lots of weed and people hanging around. We found a dead homeless man behind a mausoleum, smelled him first. One time, getting ready to bury a person, we dug a grave. It was in a section of the graveyard that had very old burials (100+ years), so wooden caskets. My foreman at the time was squaring off the hole with a shovel, then he saw a skull looking right at him. He quickly and quietly pushed it farther into the dirt and told us not to say anything. If the office people had found out, it would have been a whole thing. Digging it up, trying to figure out who it was, etc. Never saw a ghost, but some of the old timers say they did. Not sure if I believe them. Lots of other stories, but that stands out.
r/kg1206
We had a late afternoon service once that ran into the evening, it was October so the sun went down early while I was filling in the grave afterwards. Conveniently none of the lights on the loader tractor worked for some reason. No blown fuses or looses wires or anything the lights just didn’t work.
Next day when I reported the issue we went over to the same tractor and the lights worked perfectly fine and they worked fine the rest of the time I worked there.
r/kittenmcmuffenz
Former funeral director here. One of our workers cleaned up after everyone had left from a visitation/ viewing/wake. It was about 9pm or later and he saw one last guest walking around in the visitation room. He went to help escort the gentleman out when he discover no one was in there. When he came back in and told us the story and described the visitor. He identified the man in a photo we had at the funeral home, it was my grandfather (family business) who had recently passed.
r/Xaixiu
Not really a cemetery experience, but it was still pretty freaky. My grandparents live out in the middle of nowhere pretty much and is surrounded by woods. On their property, there was a whole family that owned my grandparents property before them. From what I was told they were killed or something like that.
A few years ago, when was still living with my grandparents, a relative that was related to the dead family came up to the property and wanted to remove the bodies from the land. My grandpa was extremely happy about it because he wanted to expand the house but couldn’t because he didn’t want to mess with the graves.
So they got together and stood nearby, watching them dig up four caskets. There were three adults sized caskets and one child sized casket. And they all looked really old. One of the bigger caskets had holes and cracks all over it. That was the one that my grandpa and the other relative was carrying when the body fell out the bottom of the casket.
The body was pretty much bones but it still had old muscle and tissue on it. I remember feeling sick to my stomach as O watched them uncomfortably put the body back into the casket upside down.
r/AlcoholicSpaceEater
Former Funeral director here.
My partner and I had just gotten back to the funeral home from a house call for a 31 year old woman who died of cancer. As we were moving her body from the cot to embalming table we heard an audible click and the radio across the room turned on full volume of static. It’s one of those old radios you turn the volume dial until it clicks to turn it on.
We both looked at each other. He was an extremely religious man and this event visibly shook him and he left not long after the incident. I shut the radio off as I typically used my phone to listen to music while embalming. When I’d finished the procedure and was attempting to move her from the embalming table to a dressing table I heard that click from that old radio and it turned on full volume yet again.
At that point I was fairly freaked out and made my exit not long after. My partner and I never spoke of it again and nothing like that ever occurred to my knowledge before or after.
ullabr⚫ 10mo
I work at a graveyard, and just have one thing to say.
Plastic.
Here in Norway graves are protected by law for 20 years, but after that the spots can be “reused”. Usually a grave is fine to reopen after 20 years – the body is supposed to be decomposed and pretty much gone. Now back to plastic:
Between the 50s and 80s it was common here to be buried in plastic, to minimise “smell and leakage”. I’m sure they thought it was a good idea back then, but once we started reusing graves in Norway we realised it is a curse. A lot of bodies are wrapped in plastic, and I’ve myself been part of what was supposed to be a burial at a reused site. The body was about 50 or 60 years old, and should be basically gone, but nope it was not, the plastic wrap it was covered by kept the body from decomposing, and it’s basically just been marinated it its own juices for 50/60 years. The smell was awful, the sight was even worse.
I’m sure this is not the kind of story you wanted, but it’s honestly the bost horrific and bizarre thing I’ve ever been part of.
r/BrutalBob1384
I worked for a county cemetery department years ago. We would go to all the cemeteries in the county and mow or just do basic upkeep. Occasionally people (mainly farmers) would stumble upon some headstones in a field or a stand of trees and we would come out and prod the ground with dowel rods to find more headstones and reestablish the cemetery. Soon after started working there we got a tip about some headstones a farmer found while clearing out a path through some trees for easier access to his field. It turned out to be the oldest cemetery in the county dating back to the 1700’s. After investigating some of the names on the headstones it got really creepy. The story is that before the cemetery was there a school house stood there. The teachers were a husband and wife. It’s not clear on what exactly happened but the students and the husband and wife all died in the schoolhouse. The information we found kind of made it sound like an illness of some kind and they were all quarantined in the school until they all died. After that the school was demolished and the students and husband and wife were all buried right where the school stood. So yeah I’m sure it’s haunted.
r/Pof_no
When I was in college worked part time at a Jewish Cemetery in reception/office management. The cemetery was closed from Friday afternoon through Saturday evening for Sabbath. We sometimes stayed a bit later in the office on Friday afternoons to get bills out or checks processed. We heard a loud commotion by the cemetery entrance which was locked and only staff could get in and out. The office manager went to see what was going on and made me come with her. We went down to the gate to find an older woman (probably around 70) dressed to the 9’s begging us to let her in. She kept saying she needed to get back. This was in the suburbs of NJ so you needed a car to get around but we didn’t see a car or anything, she was just there in this beautiful dress. We couldn’t open the gate without the Cemetery Manager, so we went to go get him. We brought him back to the gate and no one was there. We looked at video footage of the entrance and you could see us (the office manager and me) talking but there was no one on the other side of the gate. The cemetery manager thought we were trying to trick him. I swear to this day we saw a woman in a fancy dress outside that gate. There were multiple cameras and not a single one picked up anyone on the other side of the gate and you could see the whole gate. All you could see was us. I don’t know if it was a ghost or what. The office manager and I decided not to tell anyone else, but we would mention it to each other every once in a while.
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