This is a little side note about one of my friends houses down in Murray. They rented out of an old 2-story down there that had some weird shit go down there.
It doesn't help that one of the girls there is kinda into the dark ritual shit.
Anyways.

Random things would happen in the house. There were an ungodly amount of closets there. And you'd be sitting in a room, and one of them would randomly open. And it wasn't like they popped open either, if you'd close a door, and yanked on the handle, it wouldn't budge, so it wasn't the frames being wacky. Even if they locked them, and put stuff infront of the door, you'd walk into a room and it'd be cracked open.
In my time over there, doors opened infront of me around 10-15 times.

There was also an incident where about 8 people were in the room, and one of those small fans were sitting on top of the entertainment system. No one was near it, and made a mentioning of the creepy shit that happens there. All of a sudden the fan flies off and crashes about 3 feet away from the TV. No one tripped over a cord, it wasn't leaning on the edge to fall off. It was smacked off.


We also had a cemetery about 20 minutes outside of Murray. A paranormal team had investigated it, and we decided to go check it out. Apparently there was an apparition that would chase people.

Me, Dustin, and our friend Spencer all went the first time. Dustin and Spencer both being the "I'll intimidate it before it intimidates me"-personalities.
When we went, there was a general very, very BAD feeling going on, even miles outside of the cemetery. One of those feelings to where we had the windows to the car open, and had to roll them up.
And an ungodly amount of fog.
We drove through, and it was to where you drove on asphalt, to gravel, to dirt, to grass/no road at all (Driving between some really close trees), then back to gravel.
The overwhelming feeling was so bad, when we got home, I went into the bathroom and threw up.

The second time I went, it was with two friends from that house I talked about, a couple named Jamie and Mickey.

We drove through and the feeling was similar. We drove by a house outside of the cemetery about 1-2 miles. Outside the house was a tree. And you know those black cowboy-cutouts people have that lean against houses/porches/etc?
Imagine that leaning against the tree. But not a cutout. An actual shadow.

This place was FUCKED UP. And what was worse was the eerie quiet. We were on the countryside, next to a forest. All we could hear was the sound of our own breath and the crunching noises of the car driving on that backroad.

If you ever want to go see this place, it's called "Asbury Cemetery" in Kentucky.


I'll get back to the shadow experiences in my next post. <3