But yes, I did complete my very first ghost hunting expedition this past weekend, and you are probably thinking, "Why Kristin? Why in the world did you want to do this?"
Let me give you some backstory...
I don't remember when I started watching Ghost Hunters, but it has been a long time. I was just fascinated by it all and really it is the only kind of "scary" show that I can really tolerate. Remember, I'm a no blood, no knives kinda girl.
But lo and behold my friend Alicia got an email about a ghost hunting fundraiser at a local environmental facility, and I jumped at the chance.
It was great because we learned about the whole process, and it made the investigation all that more meaningful later on.
Sadly, I did not bring my camera with me to do any documentation, aka it was dead, but I will tell you all about it!
The first place we went to was the Farmhouse, where many former owners had lived and up until recently, was where CBEC had their offices. Workers had reported hearing walking up and down the stairs, singing, and folders and papers moving. Our group headed up to the upstairs part of the house and sat silently around a K2 meter.
So we all sat around the K2 meter for about 45 minutes with no activity, which was what I expected. We asked questions about who was with us and their names, ages, etc. When suddenly, the K2 spiked and lit up completely for a good 15 seconds. At the same time, the recorders started to give feedback through their microphones, which was interesting because they don't transmit like a radio does.
So after that little incident we knew there was something different going on in the room. A few minutes later one of the women in our group asked if anyone else heard something coming from the stairs. They thought it sounded like someone was pacing on the landing of the stairs. We were sitting across the room directly from the door to the room. Our investigator asked, "Is there anyone on the stairs who would like to join us? You don't need to be afraid." Almost instantly, there were two loud foot steps on the stairs, as if someone took the last two steps up to stand in the doorway. They honestly reminded me of when my father would come up the stairs from the basement. "Thud, thud". I think I was sitting in my friend Liana's lap at this point.
The activity was up and down for the rest of our investigation. The interesting part was that the group after us did not have anything happen to them.
It was such a fun night with a bunch of friends, and something completely different than we normally would have done. Whatever was going on up in that room, we will probably never know. I will tell you that you can watch all those shows on TV, but you will never really feel it or understand it until you are in it. Even now with me explaining it probably sounds insane. In the end, I think we all walked away scratching our heads.