I stood there, facing down the long hall leading to the fourth floor operating room. The four people with me were seated behind me, circling a digital recorder. The moonlight streaming in from the empty window frames acted as our light source in the otherwise pitch black building.
As I watched, the end of the hallway appeared to grow darker. The shadows merged into a solitary genderless figure, standing in the center of the hall. Every hair on my body stood on end as it approached us slowly.
“Do any of you see that?” I asked, looking for verification of what I was seeing.
“Yes, there’s a figure walking right towards us!”
I advanced on the shadowy figure, followed closely behind by my companions. Within moments, the figure was gone, and the electric feeling in the air had disappeared. As we walked further, we approached an open door leading to a stairwell, well lit by the moon. Next to the door was a large hole in the wall that allowed the light to come through. Getting closer to the stairs, I was surprised to see the hole darken as the light was completely obscured by something on the other side, yet the stairwell was completely empty.
That was the most significant experience I had of the eight hours I spent, along with 15 other people, overnight at the Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, Kentucky. Considered one of America’s most haunted hospitals, it hosted thousands of the dead during the seventy years that it remained open.
Do I believe in ghosts? That’s a difficult question. I believe that there are still elements to our natural world that we do not understand or cannot scientifically explain, which makes them paranormal. Whether there are remnants of people long dead who draw upon electromagnetic energy to manifest themselves or not is something I don’t know, but I’m also not willing to immediately reject that idea, either.
What I do know is that on Sunday night, I saw a figure, I saw shadows moving from room to room, I watched several areas get blacked out as something passed between them and the light, I heard a clatter of a broom twice in the hall directly next to me where there was nothing, and I saw a flashlight turn itself off and on repeatedly. However, I also stood alone in an operating room where there were stories of doors shutting and being impossible to open and people being punched by entities, and I verbally dared anyone or anything to approach, with absolutely no effect.
I did capture something on my camera when I took a photo of the figure approaching. It only showed up once I lightened the photo, and it appears to be a glowing orb. In most situations, orbs are just dust that refract light from the flash, but this one is farther away than my flash really reached, and it has a certain luminescence in it that makes it interesting. Is it a ghost? Is it even paranormal? I don’t know, but it’s kinda cool.
This was a fantastic experience and one that I would do again in a heartbeat. (Although I probably would not drink 12 double Malibu Rum and Diet Cokes the night before. When the bartender tells you he’s not sure how you’re still standing, it’s probably time to stop.)
Thank you to Heather for setting this up, thanks to the rest of the team at Paranormal Georgia Investigations for putting up with those of us rank amateurs, thanks to Dave for showing me the “wonder” of the MARTA public transportation system, and thanks to Muskrat for driving the 12-hour round trip from Atlanta with less than 18 hours actually spent in Louisville.
Now here’s hoping I can sleep at night, home alone in a dark, quiet house. . .