I am working late in this school that the town has decided to renovate. This school use to be an old state hospital and just looks like a giant lost cause. I have no desire to be here, never mind until midnight. I am going to be buffing the floors and polishing the wood in the new library. I will also be sweeping, vacuuming, and making sure all the last details are done and clean now that the contractors have cleared that area. I have been at my job for the last five years bouncing from school to school. To put it simply, I go where I am needed. I usually work with a partner, but she called out tonight due to being sick—as if I haven’t heard that excuse several times before. I am upset because we are the dream team of clean and typically get everything done quite efficiently. Most of the time we can either leave early or play cards before securing the building for the night. Tonight is going to be long, lonely, and boring being stuck by myself. I have heard a lot of rumors about this place and it’s not anything good. I guess the state hospital held more than just tuberculosis patients. It was also home to doctors with what some might call sinister intentions. It is because of this that the state hospital has very dark secrets and heartbreaking tragedy inside its walls.
It’s 3 AM. I can see it standing in the corner of my room looking at me. I can see its outline. It looks like a witch with long fingernails and stringy unkempt hair. This creature seems to be moving closer to me, closer, and closer with each blink. I close my eyes tight, hoping that it goes away and it’s just the moonlight playing off the shadows in my room. My room isn’t very large and the chances of me getting to the door without being caught were slim, but the fact that I didn’t know what would happen if it did grab me was reason enough to remain still. I open my eyes, but when I go to close them again, I can’t. My eyes seem to be frozen open and I can’t move as if I’ve been paralyzed by this being. I begin to panic because at this point I’m stuck. To my absolute horror, this witch is now inches from my nose. This up close view confirms my witch suspicions as her skin is decaying and some of her skull is exposed. Where there should be eyes, only black holes with maggots appear to fester in their place, and its hair is grey, long, and stringy. As she opens her mouth, black decaying teeth fill her gums, and her breath reeks of death. It is at this point I wonder if I have died and this is the thing that escorts me to Hell. Is this in fact Death come to take me away? I wish I were dead, as the putrid odor seeps from her being deep into my nose. She opens her mouth, but this time lets out a shriek that feels like my entire city can hear. A shriek that makes nails on a chalkboard sound like a symphonic orchestra. I try to let out a cry, a scream, even a whimper, but she hushes me by taking her boney hand and covering my mouth. She gets on top of my chest and puts her hands around my neck while beginning to squeeze. Just before this evil engulfs and suffocates away my life, I hear a knock at my door, and thank God it’s my mother. Suddenly, I am freed from the treacherous grasp of the witch and she disappears as if she was never even there. I am so thankful for that knock on the door because without it I am pretty sure I would have just died in my room. This turned out to be just one of many visits from this creature and others as well.
I’m sitting in my living room when I hear it, laughing. The sounds of whispering and laughing. I get up and I go to investigate. I call Roy and grab his leash, “We are going for walk buddy,” I say gingerly. I see my flashlight and pick it up on my way out the door. We head towards the back of the house and there is nobody there, so we cover the whole front and back. Nobody. My land is huge and I have woods that go a few hundred feet back, but I never go in there. The woods have always been eerie. I have never really been fond of them and I always feel like I am being watched. I go to head back inside when I see a pile of rocks stacked in front of my door. “What’s this?” I wonder out loud. I don’t remember them being there when I left. I move the pile of rocks over with my foot and we go inside. I settled back into the couch with my dog.
Developed film lined the walls of Maxine’s dark room along with negatives. “This just can not be!” “My camera didn’t even work in the woods, it powered down as soon as I turned it on!” A few days after Maxine's little adventure in the forest, she went into her backpack to get her camera. What she found on the film terrified her and made her skin crawl. Every picture was black background with a white mist/mass thing, if looking close enough you could make out a face of something certainly not human. When she was developing the pictures she swore the pictures changed, like the white mass of whatever it was, was moving around as she wondered her dark room.
It’s five in the morning and it’s a crisp fall Saturday morning. I decided to go for a walk in the local woods. I have my bags packed and my camera ready for some leaf peeping. It’s New England and the trees are so full of color and life. My best work is done in early October when the leaves get super yellow and bright orange. I’m a freelance photographer and mostly do this gig as a hobby—but lately my work has been in demand, which isn’t a bad thing. I capture beautiful New England and all it has to offer. Today I am heading to the Freetown woods because I hear the trees are beautiful and the paths are cool. Local legends say it’s haunted and very spooky. I’m not a big believer in that crap, but maybe I’ll catch something on camera?!