VERY CREEPY

What I am about to show you is creepy. Really creepy.

The moment in which I discovered what I am about to show you literally gave me goosebumps. The weird goosebumps, though. Not the ones you get on a thrill ride, but the ones you get when you experience something paranormal...

A few months ago, I posted about a little trip my friends and I made to an old abandoned house in Spanish Fork. You can read the post here. I suggest you open it up in another window or another tab or something so you can follow along with me as I explain what I've seen.

Now, before I get into the creepy stuff, let me tell you that I've never seen a ghost. I do, however, believe they exist. According to the Mormon faith, when we die our spirits go to the "spirit world" which, as we have been told, exists here, but on another plane of existence. (More insight into this can be found at www.lds.org)

I've always figured that a ghost (or spirit) is seen when either a) God makes special allowance, or b) the laws of the universe provide a moment, or glimpse, into that which is normally unseen.

So, with that in mind...

The other day, I was showing a friend the post with the scary house. As I was looking at the pictures, I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. Keep in mind, these are the original pictures from that post. I have not altered or tampered with them AT ALL! In fact, I encourage you to click on them in the original post as well to see what I'm showing you...

In the second picture (the one with Scott and Laura in front of the house) look for a moment at the first window that is boarded up...


Isn't that creepy!? Yes, it could just be a pattern in the plywood, but it totally looks like a man's figure to me. The next picture, however, is what really kicked it for me...


Look at the twin windows upstairs. Look at the left one carefully. Do you see a bearded man? Are those stains on the walls? Dust? Or a ghost?

The thing is, when we were there, I got a really weird vibe. More so than from other abandoned places I've been to. I wanna go back now, though, and take more pictures. Part of me is really intrigued by this, while another part of me is downright freaked out.

-Barry

My Turn

I hopped in my car this morning to drive down to Provo from Sandy and as I was backing up out of the driveway, I realized I'd left my camera in my parents' house. So I parked the car, went inside, picked up what I had almost forgotten, and left again.

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At the intersection of 110th South and State Street I just barely missed the light and had to wait for the next one.

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On the freeway, I had to slow down for an "oversized load" - a freakishly large chemical tank perched precariously on the back of a long, flat trailer.

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Fifteen or so miles later, something small and heavy hit my windshield at seventy-five miles per hour causing a nasty chip the size of my thumb.

If I had not forgotten my camera, or if I had made that light at 110th South, or if I had not slowed down for the oversized load, that rock would have likely bounced harmlessly off of the freeway. At worst it would have hit somebody else's car.

Today, though, it was my turn to get a rock chip.

-Barry