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Central Valley (Virginia City)

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It's the 3rd of September and the CVP team is taking another paranormal mini-vacation. We brought along to have a roll call for 6 experienced and 2 of our new recruits and one straggler along for the ride. The team has once again ar rived in Virginia City, Nevada this time at the Gold Hill Hotel. We are once again taken back in time on a journey that will not be forgotten. We check into the Brewery Lodge where everyone can be accommodated in the same area. We have stopped and stocked up on snacks, dinner and breakfast items for the next couple days. While we checked in we were told of some of the past haunts. The front desk says not a lot of the Brewery Lodge, but Gold Hill a haunted area in itself. We then got the keys to the lodge and ventured across the street. It was located next to the Gazebo where they have weddings and other functions. We all were amazed at how much room and the sight of having a full-service kitchen and so much room to all have enough space for sleep

Black Ghost Tries To Get You

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I was about 13 when it all happened, it was Friday I don't necessarily recall the date but it was in the summer. I had invited my cousin on my mom's side over since we were going to my uncles. She was like my sister at the time no one could pull us apart. When we arrived at my uncles', he told my parents and us what rooms we were going to be sleeping in. My cousin and I usually got the bedroom beside the bathroom but at that time my uncle put us in the room beside our normal room. I always dreaded that room and was so happy when we didn't have to sleep in there, it was a dark color red. I hate red on walls I always have, it makes me feel angry and frustrated, but I sucked it up and went upstairs and put my stuff in the room. It was all crowded with boxes of stuff that my aunt would sell at her craft shows. The worst part was there was a huge mirror in front of where I was going to sleep, I hate mirrors in my room or any room that I sleep in its a phobia for m

Ghost Knocking On The Door

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Hi, my name is Jen and I live in Manila, Philippines. I'm now 22 years old living with my boyfriend. Anyway, this is a real story that actually happened to me when I was staying in our house in the province. This experience happened to me when I was 12 years old right after my grandfather died. My grandfather died of a heart attack and the whole family was in shock. Well, as for me I was only 12 and I didn't actually have a close bond with my granddad back when he was alive so I never actually paid too much attention to his death. Well, before his funeral we offered a mass and a small gathering to pay our respects. We celebrated it in a small chapel with his casket opened in the front of the chapel. Each one of the family members would come up to the casket to see my grandfather for the last time and say their goodbyes. Everyone had come to the casket so it was my turn (Filipino children are not actually scared of dead bodies). I had this habit of knocking into every