Background info:
For the thrill of trying something new and with an attempt to prove to my friends there are no ghosts, the three of us plan on spending the night at an old abandoned house.
A little about this house. It is back in the woods away from the town. A gravel road leads to a dirt road used by ATV's, then there is a grass path which leads to this house. It was abandoned about 10 years ago by a cousin of mine, coincidentally, who lived in the house three months and is reported to have tolerated weird events until they got way too weird, and threateningly scary. He feared for his life because he said objects such as scissors would fly through the air at him with a gust of wind, many strange voices and noises, and some other stuff I can't remember since it was a long time ago.
I've always been fearless of "ghosts" (aliens were my childhood fear) simply because I didn't think they were real. Although my cousin seems like a decent man, I considered it likely he had some mental issues along with his wife.
***
Me, H and D are talking about what I've just said above, when H said he believes in ghosts and would like to confirm his beliefs someday. D was sort of in between but very curious. I remained pure skeptic. "Guys, when it comes to shit like this, I am a man of physics."...
The Planning Begins
So we decide, on the cool friday evening which was yesterday, we were going to take a trip up to this house, bust in (I don't think anyone cares, its abandoned and deteriorating) and set up camp with sleeping bags and bug spray. It was already an hour till dark so we hurried to gather supplies. We discussed going sober or under an enhanced state of mind. D daringly states that we should take some good blotter he had lying around. We knew, as somewhat responsible experienced adults, that this was a risky plan but I was excited. So excited to do it, for the memory and thrill. Also to show H that there's nothing to fuss about. Yea...
We pack up the ATV trailer with some light snacks, water and our sleeping bags, one weak flashlight, plus a can of Raid and a can of insect repellant. I also carried with me an unloaded .357 snub nose with 2 speed loaders. Yes, I know some of you are going to think "what the fuck?" but I've done it many times (when not tripping too hard) and believe that theres always a sense of reality with me if I'm not pushing my limits far. There are risks around here such as crazy people and wild animals like bears and coyotes, which I believe are riskier than the chance of going too far and using it in a bad way. And after what I've been through before it was unlikely 2 hits would throw me over the edge.
It was around 7pm we head up the trail and arrived. Once we hit the woods it was getting dark. We each dropped 2 hits of the blue and red blotter when we arrived in the tall grass and weeds, which used to be a yard. I drove up to the porch and parked. "Haha, we're nuts! What the fuck are we doing?"
I broke the ice as H and D stood there nervously. I went up to the window with the flashlight and peaked in. It looked like a fairly clean, 12X12 foot room. I try to open the window and fail, so I give the door a swift kick. It easily opens and breaks some wood off. So we set up our sleeping bags on the thin carpet after spraying lots of chemicals around our area to keep bugs out or dead. We then explore the house. Its small, with 5 rooms and an attic which we couldn't find the entrance for. Our room was connected to two other rooms.
The Experience...
We sit down on our sleeping bags and listen to the crickets. I keep the flashlight on and aimed at the bright white ceiling. Soon we all experience warm vibraty vibes of the cid coming on, as well as some comical remarks such as "Um, what the fuck are we doing" and "Alright lets leave and have a normal friday night".
We laid down on our sleeping bags and listened. I heard light wind and crickets, as well as an internal trypamine sound rising. I felt slightly lightheaded from the chemical sprays but couldn't smell it anymore. We had some random conversation, with all 3 of us keeping our voices to an almost whisper. I felt like I'd have a medium-level trip since it was 8:30 now and it was steadily rising with mild visuals. I saw some color streaks across my vision where it was dark, which scared me at first.
At 9pm we were frying pretty good. Conversation ceased and we were just staring at the ceiling watching it melt. The feeling of not wanting to be here out of boredom and nervousness rised to the point I considered travelling back but feared running into a state cop which patrol the gravel roads.
We all twitched and gasped as a noise came from the ceiling. A loud thud. D sat up with terror in his eyes and was ready to leap out the door or window it seemed. H just laid there frozen and I was about to load my gun...
The next hour we rise into a peak of more intensity than I imagined but still well within 'sanity'. I was seeing mild swirls of color, as well as hearing them. I kept telling myself, 'I am tripping really hard, believe in the laws of physics, this will be a memory soon and nothing else'.
We saw something in the corridor which led into the other room; that I'm sure of. I have tears in my eyes right now typing this. I saw a bright greyish green figure with hair and a blur of crokid teeth that appeared for a split second like a flashbulb. I felt an adrenaline like rush go through me like NOTHING i've ever felt. I was FROZEN SOLID. Finally I could move after a few seconds and looked over at D and H slowly. They were frozen too, staring into that adjacent room. Then, fucking H attempts to make contact.
"Please come out again gentle spirit, we are here to meet you. We will share our gift of love and understanding and want to be your ally". The volume which he said this startled me and D badly. We laid there shocked. We were tripping so much harder on fear than acid but they were combining. I felt like I was losing a sense of who I was and felt I was in great danger. Fear of the unknown flowing strong. My God, if you are real, please help me deal with what happened next.
I saw glowing green eyes, glowing by their own power not by reflection in the room. They stayed steady. These weren't like cat eyes they were much larger, to me they appeared the size of baseballs. D, my level headed friend, screams in a woman-like pitch in an ear stabbing shrill. H grabs onto me fucking hard, squeezing me and I feel suffocated instantly. "SHOOT, GUN fucking NOW HELP! then D cuddles up next to us. "GET THE FUCKING GUN (HISS) NOW! WE'LL SHOOT! (talking to the eyes)" I take my 3-second gaze of terror off the eyes (I got a great look at them, they will be with me all my life) and pop in that speed loader like I never have before. I cocked the hammer back and aimed it in that room. I didn't see the eyes now. I kept the gun pointed at the room with my finger on the trigger.
"Get off me" i whispered to H who was still gripping my leg. I stood up and aimed the flashlight in there. D was in a stance ready to run out the door but had his head turned towards me watching. Then I see a red ball rise out of the floor and.. spit little blue pebbles at me which came into our room and glowed so bright blue it overpowered the flashlight beam. I shot at it. The massive boom vibrated the whole house, launching my hand back, shaking the windows and shot a large flame out. The shock and noise were devastating. Then, we bolted. We ran out the door, leaving our stuff. I fired up the quad and after they quickly hopped on we flew down the road so fast I was lucky the trailer didn't fly off or flip over. I wasn't afraid of cops anymore.
We arrived at my house, 3 miles away in a short time. After I locked all the doors and turned most of the lights on in the whole house, we sat in the living room on the couch. I then grabbed a few pieces of paper and pens and asked H and D not to say anything but write down what they saw and their experience. My friends of Bluelight, speaking from a scientific mind, this is amazing. Absolutely terrifying as well. I told you what I saw, and we hadn't yet spoken to each other about what we saw.
D's paper word- for- word
the Lady ghost wearing green, black eyes floating half foot above floor for instant then vanish
huge eyes glowing
red glowing ball from hell spewing blue goo {help me stay sane please god please god please god please god}
H's paper
Dark flash of woman like creature carrying brown book and glasses
big eyes far apart glowing oh fuck fuck
glowing neon red smoke ball launching pellets of glowing blue ice
I read them and cried. I fucking balled my eyes out. I don't know how to describe my emotional state but it was one of intense fear and a feeling I'd been violated by something. At this time the visuals and trip were to a minimum. They immediately demanded the other's paper and they too cried and hugged each other. We were men reduced to crying little boys in great fear.
"THIS FUCKING NIGHT IS OVER!" I yell. My fear gets replaced with a compulsion to get rid of the awful dread and sleep. I grab valium and ambien, take two of each (both 10mg) and hand a few to H and D. They gobble it down. After finally relaxing and talking about our experience, as well as helping each other deal with our crisis, we sleep for a few hours. I wake up at 8am and get the other two up. I wanted to get our things out of that house but was too afraid to go near it. I called my friend S and got him out of bed, promising I'd buy him drinks all night if he did me a favor. I gave him a video recorder to record the room where we stayed and the room I shot into. I just told him we took some acid and some very strange events occured and I shot into a room. He laughed and then left to go up there.
He arrived back with good video and our stuff. The bullet entered 2 feet above the floor into a wall leaving a black hole which looked very damp and slimy.
I know we were on acid and probably insecticide, but I believe what happened that night was not in my head. I wish we didn't see the same stuff. Someone please tell me theres a rational cause for this.. ? There isn't, I fear. I am a paranoid wreck keeping a loaded gun in my pocket. I am ruined for life. I need to go to a psychologist monday at the latest.
For the thrill of trying something new and with an attempt to prove to my friends there are no ghosts, the three of us plan on spending the night at an old abandoned house.
A little about this house. It is back in the woods away from the town. A gravel road leads to a dirt road used by ATV's, then there is a grass path which leads to this house. It was abandoned about 10 years ago by a cousin of mine, coincidentally, who lived in the house three months and is reported to have tolerated weird events until they got way too weird, and threateningly scary. He feared for his life because he said objects such as scissors would fly through the air at him with a gust of wind, many strange voices and noises, and some other stuff I can't remember since it was a long time ago.
I've always been fearless of "ghosts" (aliens were my childhood fear) simply because I didn't think they were real. Although my cousin seems like a decent man, I considered it likely he had some mental issues along with his wife.
***
Me, H and D are talking about what I've just said above, when H said he believes in ghosts and would like to confirm his beliefs someday. D was sort of in between but very curious. I remained pure skeptic. "Guys, when it comes to shit like this, I am a man of physics."...
The Planning Begins
So we decide, on the cool friday evening which was yesterday, we were going to take a trip up to this house, bust in (I don't think anyone cares, its abandoned and deteriorating) and set up camp with sleeping bags and bug spray. It was already an hour till dark so we hurried to gather supplies. We discussed going sober or under an enhanced state of mind. D daringly states that we should take some good blotter he had lying around. We knew, as somewhat responsible experienced adults, that this was a risky plan but I was excited. So excited to do it, for the memory and thrill. Also to show H that there's nothing to fuss about. Yea...
We pack up the ATV trailer with some light snacks, water and our sleeping bags, one weak flashlight, plus a can of Raid and a can of insect repellant. I also carried with me an unloaded .357 snub nose with 2 speed loaders. Yes, I know some of you are going to think "what the fuck?" but I've done it many times (when not tripping too hard) and believe that theres always a sense of reality with me if I'm not pushing my limits far. There are risks around here such as crazy people and wild animals like bears and coyotes, which I believe are riskier than the chance of going too far and using it in a bad way. And after what I've been through before it was unlikely 2 hits would throw me over the edge.
It was around 7pm we head up the trail and arrived. Once we hit the woods it was getting dark. We each dropped 2 hits of the blue and red blotter when we arrived in the tall grass and weeds, which used to be a yard. I drove up to the porch and parked. "Haha, we're nuts! What the fuck are we doing?"
I broke the ice as H and D stood there nervously. I went up to the window with the flashlight and peaked in. It looked like a fairly clean, 12X12 foot room. I try to open the window and fail, so I give the door a swift kick. It easily opens and breaks some wood off. So we set up our sleeping bags on the thin carpet after spraying lots of chemicals around our area to keep bugs out or dead. We then explore the house. Its small, with 5 rooms and an attic which we couldn't find the entrance for. Our room was connected to two other rooms.
The Experience...
We sit down on our sleeping bags and listen to the crickets. I keep the flashlight on and aimed at the bright white ceiling. Soon we all experience warm vibraty vibes of the cid coming on, as well as some comical remarks such as "Um, what the fuck are we doing" and "Alright lets leave and have a normal friday night".
We laid down on our sleeping bags and listened. I heard light wind and crickets, as well as an internal trypamine sound rising. I felt slightly lightheaded from the chemical sprays but couldn't smell it anymore. We had some random conversation, with all 3 of us keeping our voices to an almost whisper. I felt like I'd have a medium-level trip since it was 8:30 now and it was steadily rising with mild visuals. I saw some color streaks across my vision where it was dark, which scared me at first.
At 9pm we were frying pretty good. Conversation ceased and we were just staring at the ceiling watching it melt. The feeling of not wanting to be here out of boredom and nervousness rised to the point I considered travelling back but feared running into a state cop which patrol the gravel roads.
We all twitched and gasped as a noise came from the ceiling. A loud thud. D sat up with terror in his eyes and was ready to leap out the door or window it seemed. H just laid there frozen and I was about to load my gun...
The next hour we rise into a peak of more intensity than I imagined but still well within 'sanity'. I was seeing mild swirls of color, as well as hearing them. I kept telling myself, 'I am tripping really hard, believe in the laws of physics, this will be a memory soon and nothing else'.
We saw something in the corridor which led into the other room; that I'm sure of. I have tears in my eyes right now typing this. I saw a bright greyish green figure with hair and a blur of crokid teeth that appeared for a split second like a flashbulb. I felt an adrenaline like rush go through me like NOTHING i've ever felt. I was FROZEN SOLID. Finally I could move after a few seconds and looked over at D and H slowly. They were frozen too, staring into that adjacent room. Then, fucking H attempts to make contact.
"Please come out again gentle spirit, we are here to meet you. We will share our gift of love and understanding and want to be your ally". The volume which he said this startled me and D badly. We laid there shocked. We were tripping so much harder on fear than acid but they were combining. I felt like I was losing a sense of who I was and felt I was in great danger. Fear of the unknown flowing strong. My God, if you are real, please help me deal with what happened next.
I saw glowing green eyes, glowing by their own power not by reflection in the room. They stayed steady. These weren't like cat eyes they were much larger, to me they appeared the size of baseballs. D, my level headed friend, screams in a woman-like pitch in an ear stabbing shrill. H grabs onto me fucking hard, squeezing me and I feel suffocated instantly. "SHOOT, GUN fucking NOW HELP! then D cuddles up next to us. "GET THE FUCKING GUN (HISS) NOW! WE'LL SHOOT! (talking to the eyes)" I take my 3-second gaze of terror off the eyes (I got a great look at them, they will be with me all my life) and pop in that speed loader like I never have before. I cocked the hammer back and aimed it in that room. I didn't see the eyes now. I kept the gun pointed at the room with my finger on the trigger.
"Get off me" i whispered to H who was still gripping my leg. I stood up and aimed the flashlight in there. D was in a stance ready to run out the door but had his head turned towards me watching. Then I see a red ball rise out of the floor and.. spit little blue pebbles at me which came into our room and glowed so bright blue it overpowered the flashlight beam. I shot at it. The massive boom vibrated the whole house, launching my hand back, shaking the windows and shot a large flame out. The shock and noise were devastating. Then, we bolted. We ran out the door, leaving our stuff. I fired up the quad and after they quickly hopped on we flew down the road so fast I was lucky the trailer didn't fly off or flip over. I wasn't afraid of cops anymore.
We arrived at my house, 3 miles away in a short time. After I locked all the doors and turned most of the lights on in the whole house, we sat in the living room on the couch. I then grabbed a few pieces of paper and pens and asked H and D not to say anything but write down what they saw and their experience. My friends of Bluelight, speaking from a scientific mind, this is amazing. Absolutely terrifying as well. I told you what I saw, and we hadn't yet spoken to each other about what we saw.
D's paper word- for- word
the Lady ghost wearing green, black eyes floating half foot above floor for instant then vanish
huge eyes glowing
red glowing ball from hell spewing blue goo {help me stay sane please god please god please god please god}
H's paper
Dark flash of woman like creature carrying brown book and glasses
big eyes far apart glowing oh fuck fuck
glowing neon red smoke ball launching pellets of glowing blue ice
I read them and cried. I fucking balled my eyes out. I don't know how to describe my emotional state but it was one of intense fear and a feeling I'd been violated by something. At this time the visuals and trip were to a minimum. They immediately demanded the other's paper and they too cried and hugged each other. We were men reduced to crying little boys in great fear.
"THIS FUCKING NIGHT IS OVER!" I yell. My fear gets replaced with a compulsion to get rid of the awful dread and sleep. I grab valium and ambien, take two of each (both 10mg) and hand a few to H and D. They gobble it down. After finally relaxing and talking about our experience, as well as helping each other deal with our crisis, we sleep for a few hours. I wake up at 8am and get the other two up. I wanted to get our things out of that house but was too afraid to go near it. I called my friend S and got him out of bed, promising I'd buy him drinks all night if he did me a favor. I gave him a video recorder to record the room where we stayed and the room I shot into. I just told him we took some acid and some very strange events occured and I shot into a room. He laughed and then left to go up there.
He arrived back with good video and our stuff. The bullet entered 2 feet above the floor into a wall leaving a black hole which looked very damp and slimy.
I know we were on acid and probably insecticide, but I believe what happened that night was not in my head. I wish we didn't see the same stuff. Someone please tell me theres a rational cause for this.. ? There isn't, I fear. I am a paranoid wreck keeping a loaded gun in my pocket. I am ruined for life. I need to go to a psychologist monday at the latest.
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