THE ROOM

The story about an exorcism performed at a local hospital here in St.Louis is true.The story you are about to read is true.My uncle used to work there in the maintenance department a few years after the event took place.One of the most vivid memories of my childhood was when he would tell the story of the experience he had there one night that eventually led to his dismissal.This childhood memory is so vivid,because on the rare event we could coax him in to telling the story,it seemed as if he would go into a type of trance,his voice would become monotone and void of any emotion,as if it were someone else reaching into some deep dark recess of his memory trying to grasp a concept that had been locked away forever,wanting to be forgotten.Word for word the story never ever changed one bit the few times I ever heard it.Eventually my aunt forbid the telling of the story altogether.When he first started working there,he noticed that one particular room in the psychiatric wing was never used,and the door was always kept locked up tight.Whenever he inquired about it to his supervisor or co-workers,they would tell him not to worry about it and then quickly change the subject,sometimes they would just ignore his inquires altogether.Late one night he was changing a lightbulb in the ceiling not far down the corridor from"the room".Upon installing the new lightbulb,he started climbing down the ladder when the newly installed bulb started flickering and went out.It was about this time when he noticed a sudden drop in the air temperature and a strange odor that seemed to fill the entire corridor like an invisible fog.Now,he had to walk past the door of"the room"in order to get back to the main hospital area to get a another replacement lightbulb.As he neared the door,the stench began to get worse,and that is when he began to hear a very unusual sound coming from the vicinity of the always locked,never used,never talked about room.At first it sounded like someone was singing,but then it trailed off into a strange unearthly type of mumbling.What he heard next,brought on an uncanny mixture of emotions,first sadness,then anger and finally fear.Even though it hadn't identified itself,it was the unmistakable voice of his dead grandmother!"Raymond",the fragile yet familiar voice cried out,"help me Raymond your the only one who can help me now,i'm in here,hurry Raymond,please hurry".The blood in his veins ran cold.He became very confused,how could this be? for god's sakes,she's been dead for over twenty years!Then my fully grown 265lb. uncle began to cry like a little lost child.Behind his dead grandmothers pleas for help he could also hear what he could only describe as a strange uncanny,mocking, moaning type laughter from a voice,not of this world.As if guided by some strange unknown power,he reached for the door knob to open the door and received an extremely nasty burn to the palm of his hand that left a crescent shaped scar he would carry as a painful reminder of this incident for the rest of his life.The doorknob began to slowly turn back and forth on it's own,suddenly it began to shake violently!Someone(or something)was on the other side trying to get out,and started banging and kicking at the other side of the door .He realized he had to get away from this place and fast,so he bolted down the corridor without looking back,because the weird laughter had gotten louder and was coming from right behind him now!When he reached the nurses station,his legs collapsed out from under him and for the first and last time in his life, he blacked out.When he came to,everyone was gathered around wondering what happened,as a nurse attended to his burned hand,he told his story.Two orderlys went to see what happened,because nobody wanted to go alone,and upon returning,without saying a word one orderly walked over to the coat rack grabbed his coat and calmly walked out the door,the message was clear"I quit".The other orderly reported nothing out of the ordinary,the ladder was still in the hallway as my uncle had left it under the now perfectly working lightbulb.A few days later the orderly who quit that night called my uncle at home and told him that he had a similar experience,only it was the voice of his long dead brother he heard coming from the other side of the always locked,never used,never talked about room,and he too experienced that same unexplained rush of emotions.Upon learning this,my uncle decided to quit also,when he went to give his supervisor notice,he was fired on the spot,and warned not to tell the story to anyone else.The really weird thing about it is,when I look back upon this strange tale of his,I realize that my uncle passed away long before a certain movie about demonic possession was ever made,so he never really knew what forces he had come in contact with that night,but I do.This is a true story. fullmoonjohnny

So Close to Home Hi my name is Kim and I am 19. My Story takes place in the outskirts of San Antonio Tx in a small town called Converse just 5 minutes away from I-35. About 8 years ago my mother owned a business, unfortunately for us,our book keeper was rippen us out of money well in the end she left my mother with a 20,000 debt and my mom went broke.Slowly but surely we picked off where we had left off and my mother out-of -debt now decided to start all over again. We bought an old vacant two story building that had once been a Bar and Grill it mysteriously closed in 1983 no more than 2 years since it had been built and it remained vacant till we moved in which was about 1993.<weird> Well any ways my mom was leaving home about 5A.M and she wouldn't come home til about 11 P.M. from all the work and repairs that the building needed. At the time we lived in the West Side of San Antonio and that was a 30 minute drive from Converse < an hour by the way my mom drives > so my mom decided since the building was so big and the up stairs wasn't in use maybe in some way we could transform it into some kind of living quarters. The city of Converse didn't like that idea too much but in the end they agreed to let us live atop the commercial property. The first night that any one ever spent there was real creepy! Since my sister <at the time 15> was having major fits she didn't stay and my dad was out of town so it was just my mom and I. We really didn't get that settled in that night all we had was a mattress and our few overnight belongings. A shower had already been there so we didn't have to worry about that. <It is believed by the townpeople that late at night private dance shows would go on and even a prostitution ring> Well my mom and I finally got into bed around 11:30 and we were so tired we just crashed the instant our heads hit the pillows. At about 3:00 a.m. she woke me up and asked me "Do you smell that?" As sleepy as i was that smell woke me up. It the smell of burning incense along with patchuli oil. My mom played it off as nothing but I being only 11 knew that something was up no one was there just her and I, and I knew she tried to hide her fear by the way she brushed it off, since i know my mother is a paranormal freak. Well for the next 2 years things went smoothly, the business was prospering and we were all leading good lives. That is until one night i awoke to a crashing sound in my sister's room, i was going to investigate when all of a sudden i could smell the incense burning, the patchuli oil and chanting rising from her room, puzzled i look under the door and i saw a red glow i panicked and i ran to my room , hid my head under the pillows and tried to convince my self it was all a bad dream. In the morning i still couldn't shake it off I told my mom and she went for herself to investigate. My sister wasn't home at the time so we went rummaging through her stuff to see if we could find any logical explanation, maybe a red light a tape or some thing . We found something alright but it was more than for what we could handle..... what we found were burned crosses, black candles, incense of all types, 3 different ouija boards, black magic books, and many of the other things that were used in satanic worshipping stuff. My mother was so frightened of our discovery that she quickly called my Grandma < a great believer in all of the supernatural > In no time my Grandma showed up we waited for my sister and made up a story that my Grandma was to go to Del Rio and she didn't want to go alone and she asked my sister to accompany her. My sister agreed and soon my mother grandmother and sister were off, based on my moms account the had actually taken my sister to a mexican "curandero" or witch doctor that lived right in the border. When they first got there my sister got really pale and the supposedly when the witch doctor came out she started to growl at him in a wild beastly manner. When he started lighting incense and spreading patchuli oil her growling got louder and she started sweating as if she were in a boiler room. When he reached for holy water and he started chanting....she screamed with a harsh deep voice that wasn't at all hers, "Stop it, it burns oowwwwwww you cant stop me now........stop!!!!!" As his chanting got more intense she threw herself on the floor and began kickin and attacking herself. She would tear out her hair , scratch at her eyes and eventually all this roughness led to her shirt being torn off, it was then revealed that she had long deep scratches on her back and stomach they were not there before and by the angle they couldn't have been self inflicted. She soon passes out and is taken home being labeled that she is "cured" At her return home <the building> she sleeps peacefully until about 3:04 a.m. when my sister frantically screamed " Mommmy mommy help me they're coming for mr don't let them take me mommy help me help me aaaaaaaaawwwww please!" as we all walked in there we all witnessed a sight that we will never forget. Candles flickering on and off books flying across the room posters being torn off the wall t.v being knocked over the most terrifying part of all was when a blade from the ceiling fan broke off the fan and it flew almost hitting my sister dead square across her neck if she had not ducked it sure would have chopped her head off.We knew that the building had nothing to do with it but we still spent the night in the motel just the sight if seeing her room like that sent shivers up all of our spines.the crack of dawn next day we invited 3 different priest of nearby Pentecostal churches over and explained what had occurred the night before the decided to perform and exorcism i guess that you could call it. They called upon Jesus Christ and asked for my sisters soul to be saved many things happen during that such as bibles being thrown my sister vomiting yellow chunks of God knows what, glass breaking water flickering on and of, my sister turning pail, sweating like a pig on a hot day,and scariest of all she would speak in some crazy weird language and she would scream things out "you cant have her she is mine She is always mine" in the end we knew it was all over when my sister with all the little power she had left said "God Almighty, forgive me for i have sinned against you the worst sin i could have possibly done this to you, Oh Lord, from these depths i cry to you to take my soul and save it" at that moment she fell forward and she began crying saying that she felt like she had broken into pieces.Then on she switched rooms and refused to go into that one. every so often she says she feels auras around her as she sleeps but she has never felt a negative presence anymore. The weird things involving the building is that 2 months before the place shut down in 1983 there was a man who wanted to have a discreet affair with one of the waitress she refused his plea time after time, drunken one night the man waited for her to leave ,as she walked in the parking lot to her car the man attacked her took her to the woods out back, raped her and the threw her corpse in the creek that runs behind in the woods. I have now lived in the building for 8 years nothing has happened but every time i walk by the rest rooms downstairs i feel a presence i don't think it is harmful but it is an uncomfortable feeling. Thanks for taking time and for reading my unusually long story .............................Kim Old Moe The old boarded up Pick Fort Shelby Hotel has stood abandonfor over twenty years on LaFayette Street near the outskirts of Detroit's business district. For years it was shelter for homeless men who would find their way inside the building to find refuge from the brutal Michigan winters For years the only tenant in the old hotel was the notorious Anchor Bar a favorite watering hole for porters from the areas two newspapers. For years it had been known as a place where police, politicians,priests and pressmen could go for a cold beer, a greasy hamburger and place abet on your favorite horserace or football game. A local street person who was known only as Moe found part-time work doing odd jobs at the bar. After leaving the bar in the early morning hours he would leave the bar and make his way to the rear of the hotel and enter the building through some boards that he had loosened.  Moe was a one eyed black man who's face showed the results of years of drinking and living on the street.  He was quiet and polite but he was often seen driving away other street people who might try to make their residence in the ruins of the old building.   Sometime during the early 90's some rotted plumbing gave out in one of the hotels basement levels and unbeknownst to the bar caused all of their sewage to flow out into the hotel basement.  For several years people that worked in adjacent buildings noticed and complained about the smell to city officials but it was blamed on sluggish sewers in the area. The bar itself was spared the odor because it was totally sealed off from the hotel proper. During an unusually rare building inspection the startling discovery of years of human waste was discovered. They say that it was well over four feet deep. Inside one of the rooms they found the skeletal remains of Old Moe.  He did not drown in the sewagebut it is suspected he became mired in the sludge as he came down a stairwell, and could not free himself while in the dark and probably inebriated.  Strange as his death may seem the strange part of the story is that people that work in the area still claim to see old Jim walking through the alleys near the old hotel.  There are reports of seeing Jim late at night sitting in the alley behind the old Fort Shelby Hotel and some claim to have seen lihave heard noises coming from inside the building. The bar is has moved out long ago and the building is now  well boarded and secure. Is it the city steam that poues from the manholes  andpavement that people mistake for someone moving through the alleys or is it Old Moe still standing guard defending his turf at the old Fort Shelby Hotel. The House My brother and I were spending the night at my cousin's. I would hang out with Kayla (my age) My bro Ron would hang out with kayla's brother Ron also our cousins and my little cousin Joey would not stay in a room by him self we didn't know why though. So we stayed up late and played the computer and watched t.v. We were on until about 9:58 to watch the Simpson's. The computer was on. We ended up staying up really late watching t.v. We forgot about the computer. We heard noises in the kitchen. The t.v. we turned off to check on our little baby cousins Jimmy, and Linsey. They were fast asleep. Then we went back in the room containing the computer. It was on so we tried turning it off but it wouldn't. The screen went super bright. So we thought it was nothing so we waited a little and went back to the t.v. But it was on and we thought we turned it off. Kayla went to the bathroom and we let her go. My bro Ron and cousin Ron G. went to get popcorn so we could watch a scary movie. Kayla came back and she was gonna close the door when we heard noises in the basement. We wouldn't go down there. My bro and cousin Ron went in the living room with popcorn. The movie had placed itself in the v.c.r. We thought it was Joey. But then we heard him screaming in the bathroom"Go away please help Robin, Kayla, Ron, Ron, HELP. We were freaked but ran to see him. He was pale when we opened the door. He was in the bathroom closet. We asked him why he was screaming he said he saw an old man and old lady with knives, we told him to go to bed, but he was to scared so we let him watch the movie with us. In the middle of the movie he fell asleep we put him in his and Ron's room. Later the t.v. in his room turned on full blast the computer shut off right away. Ron my cousin turned the t.v. off and left. Then Joey woke up and screamed. Ron went in there and a knife was laying on the floor. He blamed it on Joey. But Joey was still on his bed and the knife hadn't been there. We took him in the living room to find the t.v. off. Me and Kayla went to get something's from the basement with Joey. Then the babies woke up. I took Linsey and sat with her, Kayla with Jimmy. Then I saw a shadow walking behind Joey, he must have saw it to because he ran and sat between me and Kayla. It disappeared. We were all sitting down watching a kid movie for Joey,Jimmy and Linsey. Then we saw two white figures. Walk out of Ron's room and down stares as the door's slammed we followed after putting Joey,Jimmy, and Linsey in one room. We went down there to find two white figures looking at us. We ran upstairs and went to sleep. We later told my Aunt she said that the formal owners died there and have been haunting it ever since. We still those figures but we never go sleep down there. Thankyou for listening and posting, Robin and Ron Ghost Stories Page 20 BACK TO