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Check the links for places in your state.
http://theshadowlands.net/places/
My experiences? Let's just say I was surprised to see two I'd actually experienced... My personal experiences are in italics...
Tacoma - Lakewood - The Old Western State Sanitarium -Feelings of being watched, panic and sadness. On some rainy foggy night when the Moon is full, you can hear moans and footsteps in the late to early morning hours. Believed to be patients that once were institutionalized there. That place is in ruins now but there remains and boiler room underground that is where most the sounds are heard. The fence around also shakes when no one else is with you.
On a lark some friends and I went here to futz around in the afternoon. We walked along the ruins of this place and, while it was bright, we always felt as though we were being watched. It was a thoroughly Blair Witch experience, if you know what I mean. As the sun began to set, we found ourselves in the middle of a field where it was surmised patients were buried in unmarked tombs... but, as the sun hit the horizon, the field was, for a moment, illuminated, and you could see the perfect outlines of the shapes of graves, and we were in the middle of that field! If you've never seen three people run in midair for 250 feet you didn't see us! It is an experience which, to this day, gives me the woolies.
Tacoma - Lakewood - Pierce Lake - There is a lake in the woods that is located behind pierce college on the way to the old Western state sanitarium. At night early morning hours you feel a presence, see hazy apparitions and hear voices around the lake. They belonged to a woman that drowned there many years ago.
Hubby and I used to walk this lake everyday after school. In its ancient setting, you could see the ruins just to the left of the trail as you walked along the silent paths behind the college. It was usually unsettling, an extremely uncertain peace about it, as though even the dead leaves that fell there in autumn were not quite ever dead. I wonder if everything there ever was... I never did walk there alone, and when hubby and I walked it, we usually sang hymns or prayed from time to time. I think this was our way of coping with the extreme disquiet we felt when walking laps around that eerily quiet body of restless water.
http://theshadowlands.net/places/
My experiences? Let's just say I was surprised to see two I'd actually experienced... My personal experiences are in italics...
Tacoma - Lakewood - The Old Western State Sanitarium -Feelings of being watched, panic and sadness. On some rainy foggy night when the Moon is full, you can hear moans and footsteps in the late to early morning hours. Believed to be patients that once were institutionalized there. That place is in ruins now but there remains and boiler room underground that is where most the sounds are heard. The fence around also shakes when no one else is with you.
On a lark some friends and I went here to futz around in the afternoon. We walked along the ruins of this place and, while it was bright, we always felt as though we were being watched. It was a thoroughly Blair Witch experience, if you know what I mean. As the sun began to set, we found ourselves in the middle of a field where it was surmised patients were buried in unmarked tombs... but, as the sun hit the horizon, the field was, for a moment, illuminated, and you could see the perfect outlines of the shapes of graves, and we were in the middle of that field! If you've never seen three people run in midair for 250 feet you didn't see us! It is an experience which, to this day, gives me the woolies.
Tacoma - Lakewood - Pierce Lake - There is a lake in the woods that is located behind pierce college on the way to the old Western state sanitarium. At night early morning hours you feel a presence, see hazy apparitions and hear voices around the lake. They belonged to a woman that drowned there many years ago.
Hubby and I used to walk this lake everyday after school. In its ancient setting, you could see the ruins just to the left of the trail as you walked along the silent paths behind the college. It was usually unsettling, an extremely uncertain peace about it, as though even the dead leaves that fell there in autumn were not quite ever dead. I wonder if everything there ever was... I never did walk there alone, and when hubby and I walked it, we usually sang hymns or prayed from time to time. I think this was our way of coping with the extreme disquiet we felt when walking laps around that eerily quiet body of restless water.
I'm gonna win this battle!
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