The town I grew up in was pretty small and a ton of old buildings. One in particular was a small live theater place. It had used to be a beer stillery and rumor had it that a woman was murdered there. Well my friends mom directs a ton of plays there and told us a bunch of stories of people seeing shit. Most descriptions of the ghost is of a young woman wearing victorian garb clothes. Well of course this sparked my friends and I’s interests. We have always been into the whole ghost hunting thing and all that paranormal stuff. After a little bit of an investigation of the building and prep time. We finally got around to taking a look ourselves. It was past midnight, and we had two cameras with us. The changing room was a seperate building just outside and we set one up in there and kept one with us in the main room. We sat around for an hour or so with nothing happening. Then I heard what sounded like shoes scraping on rock. My friend had told me that there was a small tunnel/cave connected to the building also, and that was where the sound was most likely coming from. Taking our camera I was taping the cave entrance for a little bit, and all of a sudden the piano in the corner of the room started playing. Now one of the owners of the theater has had this experience also, it gave me chills then, and now I basically shat myself. We picked up our shit and ran as fast out of there as possible. We left the camera in the dressing room to pick up the next day. Unfortunately neither cameras caught anything visible, but the tape recorder we had captured the piano and whispering, and of course our shouts of let’s get the fuck out of here. We plan to go back, but this time with more people, and hopefully not get the shit scared out of us.

Also on a side note, two summers ago my friends and I took a road trip and on the stop was Alton, Il. This town was supposed to be the most haunted place in america. I think there was a special on discovery channel or something. We went and visited two places. A cafe and the old broken down mansion (name escapes me for the moment). Pretty much it was the middle of the afternoon and we were only going to be there for an hour or so, so nothing happened. All we did was talk to a few people and browsed the bookstore owned by Troy Taylor, who writes a bunch of ghost hunting books and runs a ghost hunting society. All in all it was a pretty cool place.