I went ghost hunting Friday night.
Mostly I went to be with my friends and have a little stupid fun. Partly I wanted to test my convictions in regard to the supernatural.
The Hell House is an abandoned school in the woods. It was a Catholic school, St. Mary's to be exact, that was forced to close in the early seventies. Myths abound of evil priests hanging students, of ghosts and dead dogs and all sorts of nonsense.
We sneaked onto the property around 1am. We didn't enter the the ruins due to asbestos and safety hazards, but we poked around in the woods, peered into windows, stuff like that. The spookiest part, if you're the kind to get spooked, was an old, rotting altar atop a hill. It seems to rise out of nothing as you climbl, typically with your flashlight's beam directed downward due to treacherous footing. You reach the summit, lift the beam, and BAM, there's a cross rising from a stone altar like something out of a creepy cult.
My friends began calling out to the spirits, asking them to please show themselves. Said friends become genuinely unnerved when I dared the spirits and even Satan himself to show themselves. I taunted, I called names. Nada. I tried wandering off on my own, figuring maybe spirits are like predators, preying on those who stray from the pack. Meh.
I wish I could get psyched about crap like that. I was just up in the woods and it was dark. Nothing particularly scary or memorable about that. Still, it was kinda fun poking around.
