I don't have any viddy, but do have a couple of stories. No aliens or interdimensional beings or UFOs or full-bodied apparitions or anything like that though.
Mrs. Krashpad and I have visited Charleston, SC, several times. It's one of the most haunted cities in the US, reportedly. Mrs. Krashpad and I went on a tour of the Sorrel-Weed House, which is an historic home dating to before the Revolution. It fronts on one of the many public square parks that Charleston is built around. Apparently at some point in the Revolution, the city defensive line against the Redcoats was in the street on which the house fronts, with the British in the public square. A
LOT of dead, buried on the grounds and immediately adjacent in the park.
Plus there is plenty of familial drama attached to the house. The master reportedly had an "affair" with an enslaved woman, and his wife then committed suicide by throwing herself from a balcony when she found out. But not until after the master's sons accosted the enslaved woman and hung her in her quarters, and then claimed that
she had committed suicide.
At any rate, as part of the tour, they provide EMF meters. And they let you into the slave quarters where the young woman was found hanged. When we got to the dead center of the room (pardon the pun), where the young woman was reportedly hung, the meter went crazy. Also, I could feel a cold electric charge along my arm, traveling up from my hand to my shoulder.
Here's the Sorrel-Weed house from the street:
Our other experience was more than half a continent away, in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. We stayed overnight at The Stanley, in Estes Park, Colorado. This is the hotel where a certain writer, one Stephen King, once stayed. He had writer's block at the time. He went down to the hotel bar and was regaled by the barkeep, one Lloyd, with tales of the hotel's many ghosts. Lloyd's stories were the inspiration for "The Shining."
Ths Stanley has a ghost tour, which we went on. In one of the other buildings, not the main hotel, the concert hall, there is a basement. At one point when the Stanley was not doing well in the '70s, a homeless girl was squatting there while it was shut for the winter, and when discovered she was put out, and froze to death. She reportedly still haunts the basement where she'd been staying. We were given "Dum-Dum Pops," the kids candy, and told to place them upside down in the palm of our hands, because sometimes the girl's ghost would come and play with the lollipop stick, and move it around.
Nothing happened.
So the party of a couple dozen people began moving into the next room. Us and another couple were the last out of the room, and then the stick in my wife's hand began to move. It had been standing almost 90 degrees straight up, but then
slowly moved to about a 33 degree angle, then
slowly started to straighten again. She was
NOT doing this. The other couple's stick was moving without a logical explanation as well. The rest of the party completely missed this having happened, having left the room. The only people who saw it were the two couples and the tour guide.
Although we stayed in a room in the hotel overnight, and took the Dum-Dum Pop back to our room and left it upside down on the desk to see if the ghost, Lucy, would mess with it, nothing more happened. Still, good times! This picture of the hotel was hanging in our room.
