…This area I’m referring to is very much towards the aft end of the whole ship just below an area called the fan tail. Out of no where came the sudden sound of what seemed to be a propeller based aircraft. I’m talking loud and getting fucking louder. Like 120 decibels fucking loud. There was another woman in the group who I did not know in the compartment. I looked at her and yelling to overcome the sound I asked if she could hear it. She replied no and as soon as she said no the sound stopped….
…I heard this area could very well be haunted (it’s old with original buildings from the 1800’s) plus this area has the famous Whaley house that is haunted (we went but no spooks). I’ve seen spirits since I was little and I enjoy the thrill of “ghost hunting” type things so we went to this schoolhouse that is the first in the area back then and I start taking pictures,…
…one day may partner and I stopped by the Shake Shack in downtown LA for a quick bite before heading to an event. While we were there, we both saw a man in a bright orange boilersuit running full-speed down Hill Street towards 7th Street with his arm outstretched holding a white object that looked almost like a wii remote….
…He was there and then gone in the blink of an eye. One night I woke in dream paralysis and he was standing at the foot of my bed. He made eye contact and began to apologize. He seemed confused….
…Put your car in neutral and coast downhill. At a point just past the cemetery it will seem that you are going uphill….
…two giant hairy creatures with human faces and walking on all fours in perfect sync with each other as they crossed the road right in front of them….
…When the three of us stopped to see who was following us we heard three distinct steps before whoever it was stopped too. We started to walk again very quietly to see if we could hear someone behind us, again the distinct sound of footsteps and the jingle of keys…..
…You have to turn a blind corner when you do so. And, as I turned this corner, I was met with a pair of eyes. These eyes were already staring directly and intensely into mine when I turned the corner – as if they had already been seeing me through the wall….
…Then one night several weeks later the traffic slowed and I took a good look towards that walkway. And I realized I couldn’t see it. Not just that it was too dark or that a car stood in the way (there were no cars in the dirt lot), I mean I couldn’t *see* it. Something blocked it. I had driven past the property by the time that registered, and that part of Pacific isn’t friendly to people stopping and backing up. Too much traffic, not enough parking to pull over, and besides, I needed to get home. I decided that I’d try to remember to give it a better look the next night, but it was actually several days before I looked again. There was definitely a gate blocking the view of the walkway, but it didn’t look like a new gate. I thought, “Well, it must have been open when I stopped here that time.”…
…It wasn’t long after that my wife’s Aunt, who lives a few miles down the road, told us that locals had always considered the house to be haunted, but didn’t have any specific stories to share….