Post by micah on Oct 20, 2005 21:56:28 GMT -5
Alright, let me start with a little background info on myself. I'm 25, and have been actually searching for paranormal activities since I was about 7 or 8. (seems young, I know, but when you grow up in a haunted area, you start young)
My wife is just getting into this sort of thing, watching TAPS and all, so, on our way back from Glasgow, KY to our home, we took a detour through the Park at Mammoth Cave with my little 8mm handy cam. Kind of a pre-investigation investigation, so to speak.
It was daylight when we passed the "Wayfarer Inn", where Floyd Collins frequented in life, and was probably where he left for Sand cave the day he became trapped. The old white building seemed to have a little more of an aura tonight...kind of a "welcome to the area" feeling. I'd had that feeling before while exploring the area as a teen.
When we arrived at the "Little Hope Cemetery" a few thousand feet down the road, I told my wife to tape as we passed, and if we caught anything in the least unusual, we'd turn and go back. When I reviewed the tape a mile or so down the road, there was nothing...but I felt this need to go back anyway.
When we parked across the road, the area was empty (there are several walking trails in the general vicinity, but no one had parked to walk there.
It was now dusk, as I started filming while crossing the road. I had the urge to walk through the cemetery...but hesitated as my son was asleep in the back seat of my car. As I was filming, I distinctly heard several men talking behind the graveyard, off in the woods. (an area with NO walking trails which is kind of a semi-thicket) I tried to eavesdrop on the conversation, but the language seemed to be, hell, I don't know, one of the romance languages. Nothing showed up on the tape, again, so after several minutes, I went back to the car where my wife was standing outside her door...confused.
She said that when I started looking around and pointing for her to listen in the direction of the voices...she heard gravel scooting. So, she got out of the car to see if I was standing in gravel. I wasn't. The tiny gravel (kitty liter sized) was quite thin, and would have to be in close proximity to the car in order for her to hear it.
I intend to return to the area w/a group in the near future. That is, if I can amassed such a group. There's also a very old graveyard on the opposite end of the park at the end of a long dirt road that I would love to go to with a stronger medium than I, and a demonologist. We tried to "investigate" (read: get the girls afraid) this place when I was in high school. It was truly the most...for lack of a better term, FREAKY place I had ever been in my life. To explain the feeling, It was the same feeling that I had gotten at "Hell's Gate" cemetary...times ten. And the intensity grew as we got closer. The girls (and one of the guys...a football player no less) started crying about a hundred yards from this place. It was daylight outside (noonish), and we were far enough away that you couldn't yet see the graveyard its self. About that time, a Ranger came by to run us off. I told him (as I was a bit of a smartass in high school) that this was not park property, and I would do as I pleased. It was at that time that he told me it didn't really matter who's property it was, he'd call the feds if he had to, we were to leave immediately. When I asked him why he replied that it was too dangerous. I again inquired why to which he replied: " If you have to ask...you're one sick bastard."
At which point we obliged the nice ranger.
I have since learned that there are several unmarked graves that you can fall into, seen some pics of grave sites marked with pentagrams, and one of a goat-like shadowy thing in the far corner of this place. Better make that Two demonologists, and I priest. (even though I'm nowhere near Catholic)
*btw* Little Hope Cemetery is directly across the road from Sand Cave. The place where Mr. Collins breathed his last breath.
My wife is just getting into this sort of thing, watching TAPS and all, so, on our way back from Glasgow, KY to our home, we took a detour through the Park at Mammoth Cave with my little 8mm handy cam. Kind of a pre-investigation investigation, so to speak.
It was daylight when we passed the "Wayfarer Inn", where Floyd Collins frequented in life, and was probably where he left for Sand cave the day he became trapped. The old white building seemed to have a little more of an aura tonight...kind of a "welcome to the area" feeling. I'd had that feeling before while exploring the area as a teen.
When we arrived at the "Little Hope Cemetery" a few thousand feet down the road, I told my wife to tape as we passed, and if we caught anything in the least unusual, we'd turn and go back. When I reviewed the tape a mile or so down the road, there was nothing...but I felt this need to go back anyway.
When we parked across the road, the area was empty (there are several walking trails in the general vicinity, but no one had parked to walk there.
It was now dusk, as I started filming while crossing the road. I had the urge to walk through the cemetery...but hesitated as my son was asleep in the back seat of my car. As I was filming, I distinctly heard several men talking behind the graveyard, off in the woods. (an area with NO walking trails which is kind of a semi-thicket) I tried to eavesdrop on the conversation, but the language seemed to be, hell, I don't know, one of the romance languages. Nothing showed up on the tape, again, so after several minutes, I went back to the car where my wife was standing outside her door...confused.
She said that when I started looking around and pointing for her to listen in the direction of the voices...she heard gravel scooting. So, she got out of the car to see if I was standing in gravel. I wasn't. The tiny gravel (kitty liter sized) was quite thin, and would have to be in close proximity to the car in order for her to hear it.
I intend to return to the area w/a group in the near future. That is, if I can amassed such a group. There's also a very old graveyard on the opposite end of the park at the end of a long dirt road that I would love to go to with a stronger medium than I, and a demonologist. We tried to "investigate" (read: get the girls afraid) this place when I was in high school. It was truly the most...for lack of a better term, FREAKY place I had ever been in my life. To explain the feeling, It was the same feeling that I had gotten at "Hell's Gate" cemetary...times ten. And the intensity grew as we got closer. The girls (and one of the guys...a football player no less) started crying about a hundred yards from this place. It was daylight outside (noonish), and we were far enough away that you couldn't yet see the graveyard its self. About that time, a Ranger came by to run us off. I told him (as I was a bit of a smartass in high school) that this was not park property, and I would do as I pleased. It was at that time that he told me it didn't really matter who's property it was, he'd call the feds if he had to, we were to leave immediately. When I asked him why he replied that it was too dangerous. I again inquired why to which he replied: " If you have to ask...you're one sick bastard."
At which point we obliged the nice ranger.
I have since learned that there are several unmarked graves that you can fall into, seen some pics of grave sites marked with pentagrams, and one of a goat-like shadowy thing in the far corner of this place. Better make that Two demonologists, and I priest. (even though I'm nowhere near Catholic)
*btw* Little Hope Cemetery is directly across the road from Sand Cave. The place where Mr. Collins breathed his last breath.
