"I asked a Famous Ghost Hunter what his SCARIEST Moment Was" Creepypasta

back when I was in college of the student campus activity council hired a famous ghost hunter to come speak at her school I've always loved the paranormal so I hightailed it over to the auditorium the ghost hunter was someone I had never heard of but he had an impressive background and seemed to have several things in the works at the time this was back in 2005 I think he might actually have a TV show now he was a man of small stature with a little white professor's beard in a receding hairline but the way he spoke about the afterlife was fascinating you could tell he truly believed what he claimed to see either that or he was a hell of a Salesman he had us all hanging on to every word we all watched some interesting video clips of his investigations he had a nice collection of photos and scary stories to go with them I remember one about a haunted doll that he said moved freely around the room of the person who had picked it up at a flea market just not when anyone was around to witness it towards the end of the presentation he opened up the floor for questions there were your typical dumbass college kid questions have you ever seen someone's head spin around like The Exorcist stuff like that and a few that were actually pretty interesting I decided I wasn't going to let this opportunity to speak to someone so apparently revered in the field of supernatural slip away so I raised my hand the ghost hunter spotted me pointed and smiled yes you in the white shirt yeah hi I said and I know I sounded nervous because I felt so dumb for sounding so nervous I was just wondering what's the scariest thing you can remember from your career as a ghost hunter I was halfway back in the auditorium quite a distance from the stage but I saw his face fall I know I did well he said forcing a tight little laugh there are so many scary moments to recall they tend to pop up quite often when you're in my line of work this statement got a little chuckle from the audience I felt pretty stupid for asking the question at all he proceeded to tell some story about tracking a poltergeist in an abandoned elementary school and his flashlight failing I remember because it wasn't particularly scary at least it didn't seem that way for someone who hunts ghosts for a living he moved on from the story and answered a few more questions he didn't look my way again when it was over and everyone started to leave I decided not to get stuck in the crush of students leaving through the front door feelings somewhat dejected like I had done something wrong I slipped quietly out of the theater exit and headed for my dorm the ghost hunter was sitting outside on a bench near the bike racks smoking a cigarette I ducked in my head and tried to get by without him noticing hey kid he took another drag and then crushed the cigarette out on the cement bench beside him listen I'm sorry I remember blurting feeling like such a stupid kid I know my question was dumb I wasn't trying to make fun of you or anything he shook his head he brushed the ashes off the bench he patted the space beside him inviting me to sit down I hesitated for a moment then I sat next to him keeping a healthy distance between us I didn't tell the truth the ghost hunter sad his face looked much older up close the wrinkles deeper the confident salesman aura had faded from him leaving behind a man in his 60s who had clearly seen a lot of things the story I told it wasn't the scariest moment of my career I figure that I remember saying he nodded as though he had known I knew this is the scariest moment of my career he said and this is what he told me it was the 1970s I was a much younger man back then I hadn't reached success in the paranormal industry quite yet and was left to pick up the scraps that the pros didn't want usually they were schizophrenic whose broken Minds tricked them into believing that there were phantoms after them or children playing pranks on gullible and concerned members of the neighborhood if anything it was a simple cleansing of the homeless sage and off I went when I first got the call I was ecstatic what the client was describing appear to be a full-blown demonic haunting complete with physical manifestations possession and multiple witnesses it was the break that I was searching for it was the break that I desperately needed the only detail that truly worried me was about their teenage son the person they claimed to be suffering from possession had become violent with the members of his family up until recently he had only acted out of character Moody however a week prior he actually attacked one of his older female cousins she was shaken but mostly unharmed the family sent her to live elsewhere until it could be all figured out therefore when I headed out to their home I made sure to arrive fully prepared I brought holy water crucifixes sage and just for good measure a small loaded handgun I knew it wouldn't come to that but something about the mother's frantic tone over the phone told me it was just a good idea I wish I could say the visit itself was exciting unfortunately from the moment I pulled into the driveway of the beautiful remodeled Victorian all activity seemed to stop that is if it was ever there to begin with I spent two weeks investigating that home I used equipment considered very technologically advanced for the era I studied energy waves I interviewed the son whose family claimed to be possessed when in fact he just seemed to be depressed perhaps psychologically disturbed I recommended the family a therapist a renowned child psychologist who was famous for his work with violent young men on my last day in the house they took him to the city for treatment his parents returned shortly before midnight retiring wearily to their bedroom leaving me alone in the kitchen to go over my findings there was nothing to be said and I knew it everything they had described could be written off to the hysterics of a family who couldn't admit their son was in desperate need of medical attention everything that is except for the drains in the floor upon during the home I was impressed with how up-to-date it had been brought it was clearly from the 1900s and kept in immaculate condition the woodwork and character of the house was carefully preserved as it was given necessary updates like modern plumbing and electricity the basement was the only area that seemed stuck in time the walls were a clammy stone that was prone to gathering moisture leaving it unfit to store anything vulnerable to spiders or mold the family had left it empty for this reason and while it certainly felt very spooky to spend any amount of time in the windowless room with the single hanging light and its vast cement floors I never recorded anything of note in this area however there was one thing I couldn't understand given the approximate time the house had been built and its presence in a residential neighborhood there was simply no accounting for the for large slotted drains Sutton the cold concrete floor as I sat alone in the kitchen poring over my meager findings trying to find a meaning in all these words I heard something it was only a faint sound at first and so I ignored it but then it came again louder this time there was a steep spiral staircase that led up to the second floor winding up from the corner of the small kitchen and there was where the noise seemed to be emanating from assuming it was simply one of the homeowners restless after dropping their son off in an institution I glanced up it was coming down the stairs I can't say walking because that wasn't the case it was just floating isn't even the right word just moving moving down the stairs straight at me it had no eyes it had no face and yet somehow I knew it was looking at me right at me into the very depth of my soul then it spoke I'm not sure how it spoke I don't think I actually heard anything so perhaps it used some sort of telepathy either way I can recall the words to this very day I didn't think I couldn't I just ran I up ended my chair when I flied it scattering papers across the kitchen that claimed this house wasn't really haunted that it was all hallucinations of a very sick boy I left them there do you know how awful that is I left those people in that house with that thing I didn't stop driving for 30 miles for God's sake when I realized how far I had gone I finally pulled over and called the family from a payphone they were the furthest thing from my mind when I saw it all I could do was respond to the deep animal instinct to escape to run out of that supposedly safe house with my tail between my legs they moved I think I was unable to continue my investigation in writing I cited insufficient evidence but I knew it was cowardice I believed the house was leveled a few years later I ended up doing my own research curiosity ate away at me with vicious little rat teeth as time went by the accusations still ringing fresh in my ears you know what he did to us and eventually yes I did old newspaper clippings didn't tie the stories together not necessarily but I was able to piece some of the meaning out of the yellowed excerpts at some point around the turn of the century the house had been residence to a well-respected mortician unable to find a building in town to suit his needs he said he built his own home slash office space it was a grand feat of architecture and a shining example of a true entrepreneur a man pursuing the American dream of running his own business upstairs was the bedroom mid-level the funeral home in the basement a mortuary I then realized what the drains were for separately decades later another well-respected member of the local community was arrested under the suspicion of abuse of his professional position with moral cause the newspaper didn't elaborate probably due to the sensitive nature of the crimes but his punishment was minor after a brief stay in the local jail the perpetrator stripped his home of all of its value and left town before trial never to be seen again it didn't take much to guess the connection I suppose I don't know for sure but the words of that thing still echo through my head to this day you know what he did to us there was a reason that mortician felt such a strong desire to build a house that contained his business to suit his needs the things that were done to those bodies in the basement were unspeakable but yes I know I know what he did to them and it's because of this coming face-to-face with the true nature of a man in its darkest places that the encounter with that faceless thing is the scariest moment of my career because now I know I still remember his expression the way all the color dropped out of him as he went on the white hair of his beard barely distinguishable from his pale skin the slump of his shoulders the way his voice was shaking I apologized he waved me off then he left I felt terrible I still feel terrible for making him relive that moment but as I grew up as Campus Activities were replaced with the bills in my own career the ghost hunter felt at the back of my mind a little by little until last week when I moved in with my fiancee when I took the boxes into the basement despite her warnings of spiders and mold because there's a large slotted drain in the center of the room and I'm so worried so scared about what I might know [Music]

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Length: 15min 5sec (905 seconds)

Published: Sat Oct 07 2017