posted on Dec, 26 2013 @ 03:48 AM
Lol, some whacked out replies here that made me laugh.
On a more serious(ish) note, I've heard something similar a few times. Back in 1997, a friend and I were investigating an old house that's been
vacant since the 1950's. The owners of the property the house sat on would use it to store old car parts and various items that they had no place to
put. The house was a really nice house, you could tell whoever built it put a lot of time and effort into it as the past forty years hardly put a
dent on it besides the paint and cobwebs.
The family who owned the area said that their grandparents (the ones who owned it before them) used to rent the house out since the 30's, but no one
would stay there for more then maybe six months. Sometimes, the house would sit vacant for a while until someone rented it causing their grandparents
to go broke.
We asked why, and they said it's mainly due to the screams people would often hear. We'd ask if maybe it was an animal (noting owls as I've had
two as "wild pets") and they said it could have been. But we all found it odd that throughout the years that no tenant realized this leading us to
believe that the screams must have been something awful. (House located outside of Atlanta, Georgia. Last time I checked, the house was raised to the
ground in order to build new homes as the area is now a developing housing area. The house in question was owned by friends of my uncle. That's
also how we came to know of the place.)
Fast forward to about six in the evening, my friend and I were outside the property doing a walk around. Back in '97, we didn't have any equipment
as this was just a hobby and we loved history, we purchased some due to the following incident.
Nothing unusual outside the house, a typical 1920's two story home not too far away from old farmland. We walked up to the front door which was
locked by a padlock. We were stunned by the feeling we got as we walked inside. It's hard to describe and I'm getting goosebumps just writing
about it. You felt like you weren't in the 90's anymore, like you stepped foot into the past. But you physically felt it, it wasn't just an
emotional feeling, like I said it's difficult for me to explain. It almost felt like a dream.
Making sure to watch our steps as various parts of cars, lawnmowers and cans of bolts were strewn about, we made our way into the parlor. It was then
we heard walking upstairs, like someone wasn't supposed to be up there and they realized someone was downstairs, so they walked slowly. We both were
a little freaked, as this was at night in Georgia in "redneck country".
We made our way over to the main hall where the stairs to the second story was located. We both walked up and we could still hear light walking, but
only intermittently like they stopped to listen every now and again. As we walked up, we found the second story to be rather cramped. You had to
make a "U turn" to face the hallway which was rather narrow. (A street light outside gave us a little extra light at the end of the hall as there
was a window.) With our flashlights in hand, we started to make our way down this narrow hallway. We walked slowly as we were trying to hear if
there was any movement or footsteps coming from one of the rooms.
About half way down the hallway, both of us got a very uneasy feeling. Almost immediately after I said, "Maybe we should leave" we felt an ice cold
rush of air push against us making every hair on our body stand up. What happened next was one of he most terrifying experiences I've had. As the
gust of wind passed us, we heard very loud running towards us, you could feel it in the floor boards. We stood there frozen in place unable to move,
and that's when we heard a loud, all encompassing scream. I swear, the noise came at us at a 360 degree angle. This was also the only time in my
life where I almost fainted out of fear. (I remember my knees just losing energy and things going blurry, but I snapped out of it.)
My friend ran, all I could hear was him jumping down the stairs skipping three or four steps at a time. I was still in shock, but fear quickly
gripped me and told me to run. I too jumped down the stairs, unfortunately I lost footing (knees went weak again) and fell down the last five steps
spraining my wrist. Being sprawled out on your stomach at the bottom of some old stairs just having experienced what we did is NOT a comfortable
position to be in. I remember crawling on all fours, sprained wrist and all out of the house. I just didn't have the time to get up until I was
outside the door.
My friend was on the other side of the street yelling for me to hurry. We stood there for a good minute going through what we had just experienced,
trying to rationalize it. We thought maybe someone was in there trying to scare us off, but that didn't account for the cold rush of air, nor did it
account for the foot steps that ran towards us in the hallway. Plus, that scream, had you been there in person and heard it you would realize it was
no person nor was it an animal. It literally filled every inch of the upstairs and reverberated down to our stomachs.
Neither of us could return to the front door to lock the place back up, so we went over to the owner who lived next door a ways. We told him what
happened, and this is when we hear that he had "forgotten" to tell us of a story of an older lady who lived there last. She moved out in the early
50's and claimed that she would often be "attacked" in the second story hallway. When we asked what he meant about being attacked, he just said
"verbally", like being screamed at. We could see in his eyes that he was a bit concerned about what just transpired as we basically told him what a
lady forty years prior to us visiting said.
The three of us walked over, my friend and I waited by the road as the owner locked the place up again. As we thanked him for allowing us to look
around, he offered us to return should we ever feel like getting anything on tape. We declined.
About a month after, we bought two voice recorders with external microphones (the old analog ones from Wal-Mart would make horrible background noise)
and I got the old family camcorder we bought in 1993. Since then, we've had quite a few experiences, maybe even more frightening then the old house
scream. But none that really stuck with us. It was just brutal, as it happened in a split second. I think that's why it stuck with us so well. I
quit hunting in the early 2000's after moving to Europe.
Didn't want to bring this off topic, but I wanted to share my experiences with screams. Hope that's OK.