07.124 redbulls, 2 snickers, and a couple of orbs
Our guide led us on a tour and told us about the various horrific events that occurred on each of the 5 floors we’d be exploring all night, so that the professionals could plan where to explore.
We learned where an employee named Tiffany had been injured while decorating the first floor for a Halloween haunted house event, and how numerous paranormal investigators would enter the site of the assault and ask the darkness, “Why did you push Tiffany?” and receive a “Kill her!” whispered response (called EVP).
We learned where a nurse was found hanging by room 502 after a failed abortion following an unplanned pregnancy via an affair with a colleague.
We saw a metal door riddled with divots from an axe after a security guard responded to the cries for assistance from a group of young vandals who were trapped by an unseen group of “they” who “won’t let us out!”
We saw the former operating room where visitors have been punched or trapped by slammed and stuck doors for daring to enter alone.
We heard of the homeless vagrant and his dog who were murdered a few decades ago and tossed down an elevator shaft.
And so on.
We divided into 3 groups of 5 and 6. I followed Heather, who almost immediately led us to the room where Tiffany was shoved off a ladder, set up her recording equipment, and asked the question I’d assumed we’d wait several hours–if ever–to ask at all. I think Heather is part honey badger.
We even went into the morgue and stood in complete darkness while asking questions around the equipment set up on the wooden trays that held dead bodies for examination.
And we concluded our first 2-hour block of investigation at the dreaded body chute (where even our guide said she doesn’t go). Heather said she was going down. Others stayed put. Dave and I went with her.
(photo taken by Dave)
Though I didn’t take many pictures (I was busy concentrating on how NOT frightened I was going to be this night, and how awake I was going to stay), I did snap a few in the various hallways we walked, to see if the flash picked anything up in the surrounding darkness. Two such pictures captured what may be orbs (or dust on my lens…hard to say)!
See it in the floor? In the middle?
This one appears to show 2 orbs. I zoomed in a bit below:
The puddles are where I pissed through my Depends.
At all of our stops, we did the thing with the flashlight (scroll down til you see it explained) to elicit visual responses to questions, like the guys do in the second video on this link from the body chute. For the first 6 of the 8 hours we were in the building, nothing happened. But on the 4th floor (where the most aggressive of the paranormal activity has been observed), at about 3am, it worked. The light would come on and off in response to questions asked, even responding in the positive to a question about its time frame being in the 1950s and then later to a question about the President at the time being Eisenhower (after failing to illuminate when asked if it was FDR, Obama, Kennedy, or others).
Our time was up at 4am, and we retired to our hotel. I bunked with Dave and, as is his habit from extensive travel, he checked the alarm clock to make sure it was NOT set before we went to bed. It wasn’t. But at 6am, it went off. He hit the “off” button, the “snooze” button, and any other button that would get the damned thing to stop blaring into our dark room and finally ripped the plug from the wall.
I was across the room and barely awake, but I mustered a “I told you not to bring the ghosts back to the room, asshole.” And I meant it.