THE DOC READS WHITEHOUSE | ''Is there Life after Death?''

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another Monday and now the video from Doctor creepin just to keep you all going at the start of the week but seriously I've been kind of ill so I've had to keep the recording to a minimum this week but I still managed to get a story together for you those long term listeners among you will have heard most of the stories in this video or by my favorite one of my favorite authors and Michael White House but the first one is a new recording so feel free to switch off after the first 20 minutes if you've heard all the other ones if you're new to the channel then stick around cuz these stories are great now in my dear friends sit back and relax with your favorite tree because it's time to listen I've told this story many times and without exception it has provoked the same reaction disbelief no matter how difficult it is for people to process and no matter how many conventional explanations have been offered this did happen and it's an experience I will never forget it started with a friend of mine Stuart who had always been interested in the supernatural I on the other hand had no more interest in it than the next person of course I am curious about whether there is life after death and for selfish reasons but I prefer to leave these things to themselves as I find the entire subject morbid I'm sure I'll learn the truth in the end but until that day I'd rather not ask the question for fear of the answer either way Stuart was captivated by the paranormal he lived and breathed it but our friendship had developed through another of his passions film and although he had often asked me to go on and one of his investigations I always reply that I preferred such things to remain on the cinema screen and to stay there we'd go for a few beers regularly at farlands bar on the Main Street or catch a film at the local cinema with some mutual friends then suddenly I didn't see or hear from him for a couple of weeks which was peculiar but I assumed he was simply busy and so I left it at that it was 304 a.m. when he called I was angry at first that he'd woken me but when I heard the sound of his voice anger quickly bled into concern Stuart was always such an upbeat guy but that night his voice sounded distant and there was a new uncertainty I had never sensed before which quivered beneath each were unsettling me I need you to come and get me he said in a low whisper what's wrong where are you I asked I can't talk for long just come to the old botanical gardens at the edge of town his breath became increasingly labored and agitated as he spoke Stuart if you're in trouble call the police no he exclaimed in a unique mix of whisper and sham I'm not meant to be here they'll arrest me just come to the Botanical Gardens and send me a text when you're waiting outside I have to go and with that he hung up ten minutes later I was in my car and driving to the edge of Windham town it was an autumn night and as I passed landmarks which were usually familiar to me during the day each twisted tree branch and leaf covered garden took on a more threatening nature than I was used to the night revealing in an apparent sight to the town I loved it seems strange to me that Stuart would be in the Botanical Gardens at night he quite regularly went away on nocturnal investigations of abandoned hospitals and other supposedly haunted locations but that place didn't seem like an obvious choice for such things in the past the gardens at house beautiful exotic trees plants and wildlife under a massive greenhouse which must have been over 200 feet in length but it had been shut down for a few decades I guess the town's folk didn't frequent it often enough to keep it afloat even when I was a kid the place was just fodder for a rock or two shattering many of its countless panes of glass each held in place by a rustic frame although admittedly my throw fell short more often than not I know my dad talked about going there and when he was a kid amazed by the place a self-contained tropical landscape even during Windham the bleakest winters I pulled up in front of a large metal fence it had been erected years previous encircling what was left at the Botanical Gardens in its grounds no doubt to dissuade new generations of rock throwers on his gait hung a mud smeared sign displaying the words no of trespassing in no uncertain terms Stewart obviously hadn't bothered with the warning no doubt more interest in on catching a glimpse of something otherworldly in science I left the engine running as it was a little cold out but just as I unlocked my phone I received a text message kill your lights and so I did then another message quickly followed don't call me whatever you do I began to develop the distinct impression that Stewart and I were not the only ones present out there in the night and nervousness crept into my breath and as I sat there looking into the darkness of the gardens partially obscured by a web of fencing I felt as though something was staring back for a moment I was unsure how to proceed but was then startled by another text message and frightened by the thought that Stewart was in there somewhere and about to be grabbed by a burly security guard a local gang or worse I adhered to his instructions follow my light and get me the hell out of here and there it was Stewart's torch flickering for a brief moment before being engulfed by the darkness once more I opened the car door the knight uncomfortably cold as it washed over me just thirty minutes earlier I had been cozy sleeping in my bed and now this climbing over a fence and walking into god knows what the fence rattled as I pulled myself up and as I reached the top I looked across the pitch Knight and seriously reconsidered going any further then Stewart's torch light flashed again and I knew I couldn't leave him possibly injured or trapped with the chilled October air threatening worse I jumped down from the fence as quietly as I could my feet muffled by the whispering grass below the ground was wet and the unattended grass and bushes which surrounded the main building made progress difficult the light flashed again three times in fact before Stewart turned it off once more I was sure now that he was growing more agitated and so I continued in the direction of the once glass building to reach my friend as quickly as possible but my footsteps were uncertain and my eyes struggled to pierce the dark I took out my phone and used the LED light on its back to see where I was going as a walk towards the large shadowed outline of the garden building I grew increasingly apprehensive there were only three possible reasons why Stewart turned on his torch intermittently one was that hidden broken somehow perhaps she could only get it to flicker into life every few minutes another explanation would be that the battery was low perhaps he was lost and switched it off to conserve what a little juice it had left the last explanation was a less appear more I switched off my light to the thought of it perhaps he didn't want to draw too much attention to his location maybe he was frightened that someone else would find him fast the darkness stood before me a wall of black which blanketed all it was hopeless I was going to have to switch the light on to see where I was going I remembered when I was 14 and it nearly fallen down an old drainage shaft when I was camping at night with friends I always shuddered thinking about that how bad that fall could have mean I needed to see where I was going if a security guard came and found me then that was a better outcome than falling into the darkness somewhere on the sea and yet the thought of a night guard seemed far-fetched the old building had been derelict for years and it seemed unlikely that the town would waste money on waited for someone to patrol the area at night finally I reached the building his base made of red brick which had held up surprisingly well for all his years of neglect the same could not be said of the frame large metal struts reached up to the sky forming a huge domed roof I could see pieces of the frame lying on the floor and in the dim light from my phone I thought I saw strands of it hanging from the roof just waiting to break off and impale any unwelcome trespassers I cringed at the thought of my friend lying somewhere inside perhaps impaled or trapped by falling metal and masonry Stewart's light flickered again and then disappeared it was indeed coming from inside as I ducked under and then through one of the countless empty metal frames I realized that he was somewhere in the middle of the building despite having no side walls there was an echo of sorts to the my footsteps ricocheting gently off the concrete floor and then filtering out is the bleakness of the night that was when I first noticed it the cold sure it was always cold in October but as I slowly proceeded shards of broken glass cracking occasionally under my weight a chill in the air grew more pronounced it bit my exposed face and I was convinced that if I looked in a mirror my nose would have been brighter and Stuart's light it was closer now and for the first time I saw the light reflect upwards for a moment and illuminate Stuart's outline as I drew nearer the night closed in and the cult was now becoming almost unbearable my hands aged from the bones outward and the air froze my insides with each breath I was now only a few metres away from the center of that cold glass 'less dome and my friend the light flickered again but it seemed obscured somehow as if Stuart had turned his back on me the light from his torch bathing him in illumination for only the briefest of seconds Stuart it's Mike are you okay I said softly yes let's get the hell out of here he replied nervously then a new noise joined us just as I opened my mouth to whisper across to Stuart and asked him if he was hurt a sound of broken glass breaking under weight echoed from behind it came from somewhere behind us and was subtle at first but there was no doubt I could hear movement yes footsteps more pronounced they were moving towards us and then they stopped all I could hear was my heart thumping the adrenaline of apprehension coursing through my veins quickly I switched off the light from my phone hoping to obscure our location someone else is here I said I know whispered Stuart they've been wandering around me for hours then the footsteps moved again this time circling prowling under cover of night I knew then why Stuart had caught me someone was taunting him they had been in that broken glass dome all along terrifying my friend and me in the process no doubt he had been terrified but now there were two of us and whoever was saddling they were surely but one I decided we would act pick a direction and stick to it I moved close to my friend and whispered follow me sure that word still haunts me the light from Stuart's torch came on once more but you see it wasn't a torch and whoever I was standing right in front of us was not my friend Stuart a strange light emanated from inside the throat of what I can only describe as the figure of a woman the light bled out through translucent skin we seemed to take on the appearance of night and the light forced its way up and out of her gaping mouth at that moment steward appeared from the darkness grab my arm and before I knew it we were running our feet scrambled over broken glass pummeling it further into smaller shards I looked over my shoulder and the horrid figure light source and all was chasing us the light from her throat and mouth seemed to pulse with intermittent fury and as we reach the metal frame of the building she screamed words of hate and anguish a rasping anger filled with nothing but contempt for their living before I knew it we had escaped the gardens that screeching creatures seemingly constrained to the boundaries of that derelict building we reached the fence then the car and then home where I fix to it and myself a large whiskey as we tried to calm our nerves as it turned out Stuart had been on one of his investigations as I thought he'd had strange stories of flights coming from the old Botanical Garden buildings and nights and thought he would check it out he got more than he bargained for that's for sure at first the old building seemed empty but as the night drew in he felt as though he was being watched suddenly the batteries from his horse drained the spare batteries he always carried with him were equally unresponsive and so he was left in the darkness alone it was then he heard the footsteps and a woman's voice who simply kept saying I know you're here I know you're watching me - Stuart it sounded like she was pacing up and down occasionally standing over him as he hid on the floor god knows what it would have happened if she'd found him I'm sure you've realized by now that Stuart claims he never caught me on his phone or sent me any text messages indeed he dropped it in the darkness and still hasn't found it to this day we talked about that night occasionally and Stewart hasn't been on an investigation since he lost the stomach fritz and who can blame him my unease with the memory of that night however doesn't revolve around the fear of meeting some spectral creature in the night I intend to stay as far away from any haunted place as I can no it's more a fear which grabs me occasionally when I really think about what that night meant if that horrid apparition is in any way what happens to all of us when we die that we are filled with such hatred for the living I prefer to believe that there is no life after death for what we encountered that night was a twisted reflection of all that is good in each of us and if no good can remain I would rather not exist at all [Music] [Music] you [Music]

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Length: 19min 42sec (1182 seconds)

Published: Mon Sep 18 2017

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