Before going into the next bit of the story, just a side note as to why I chose to run this story for the second evening in a row. Tonight marks the halfway mark of the ghost hunters story. It is a huge milestone and Today I hit a milestone of 500 views. For that reason I wanted to get to the halfway marker tonight. The day before the first of April. The day that I marked 500 views. THANK YOU ALL for reading. I hope you enjoy the rest of the journey with me.
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INSIDE THE CHURCH Pat and I began our rounds. I started by following military room clearing methods. I walked left when entering the nave and pat went right. We both pointed the cameras searching the nave for anything unusual. When we were in front of the alter we went to check all the different experiments laid about. There was no change to the vinegar or the baking soda.
"Hey John, over here." I heard Pat say from across the nave. I walked over to the confession booth where Pat had stopped. Each footstep felt heavier the closer I was to the confession. My body began to tense and developed goosebumps. I could feel my heartbeat in my chest get heavier and louder. I was afraid of what I would see when I got to Pat. The floor creaked under my footsteps. I was not a very HEAVY man. I was not a VERY heavy man. I started to remember in small bits the old house that I explored in my youth. I thought everything from that experience was explained but I remember a feeling of terror flooding over me. It was as if I missed something back then. Something I couldn't explain. Maybe I refused to see the terror as it would change my perception of the event. I looked up and saw the confession booth. It seemed like a million miles away.
"What is it Pat?" I asked as I approached. But it didn't feel like I was approaching. It felt like I was walking away but facing towards the confessional. I glanced at the jars and both were bubbling. What could have caused this.
"The jars are bubbling." Pat said.
"Did you touch them or pour anything into them?" I asked.
The radio chirped, "Are you guys seeing this?" Steve seemed flustered.
"What are you seeing?" I responded. There weren't any cameras pointed at the jars. They were just pointed throughout the room.
"The color seems to be off. It's as if someone changed the lights to red." Steve said. "And that's not even the half of it. Every camera seems to have a shadowy figure. I can't explain it. It's as if some one dressed in black with no face were standing in front of every camera."
"Something weird is happening but I am not seeing that. Verify it with Tom." I said.
"I would but Tom hasn't come back from the bathroom yet." Steve replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, he left 38 minutes ago and hasn't returned." Steve said slightly worried.
I was more concerned with the images on Steves monitors at the moment. It was as if I could see them. But how is that possible I don't have the monitors up. Pat looked over at me worried. I tried to open my mouth but no words came out.
"Something is watching us." Pat said. I felt that as well. But what? or who? The terror continued to build. I couldn't explain any of it. I grabbed the spirit box and turned the volume as loud as it would go but rather then getting static it picked up a faint chanting. Then I heard something I didn't want to hear. Something that couldn't be explained. It was Tom's voice. He sound like he was in pain. It sounded like the same level of pain that Captain Miller was in before he passed.
I heard a loud crash from across the nave. It caused me to turn in the direction to see a chandelier had fallen across the nave. Then another fell slightly closer to us. Then another and another. I ran towards the confession booth Pat ducked under a pew. I slammed the door shut. There was no light inside and it felt as if the walls were closing in. I am not sure what was happening but I was getting worried that I put my entire team in danger. I remembered my sidearm. A little comfort is all I was looking for. Something to grasp onto that would help keep me from losing myself. I pulled out the gun and crouched down in the confessional. Suddenly it sounded like every pew was lifted and dropped in place from farther away and approaching. I pulled the slide back and pointed the gun towards the door. I was not going to be caught in a confessional without any protection. The darkness of the confessional closed in tighter and tighter on my position.
"Are you ok?" Pat asked.
"Yeah... Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. I looked into my surroundings. I was no longer in the confessional. The chandeliers seemed to be hanging where they should have been and the pews were not moved.
"You have just been standing there for the past 10 minutes not responding to me or Steve." Pat said worried.
"Did you hear Tom on the Spirit box?" I asked.
"We haven't pulled out the Spirit box yet." Pat said.
"Did you say Tom?" Steve asked.
"Yes, why?" I asked genuinely confused. What has actually happened? Was it all just a dream or did it actually happen?
"Because Tom went to the bathroom 45 minutes ago and hasn't come back. I am starting to get worried about him." Steve responded.
"You already told me that Tom went to the bathroom." I said annoyed.
"No... I didn't. This is the first time that I got a hold of you." Steve said even more confused. I turned pale. If Steve didn't tell me then how did I know that Tom was missing. A prank. That's what this is. Obviously everything happened then when I passed out from fright they put me back in front of the alter and told me these lies. But somehow I don't think so.
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