The next place on Matt’s list of adventures was the legendary Violin Girl of Centralia. She was located within the confinements of a cemetery and basically she was a statue of a little girl over a grave site. The story was if you went to the cemetery, there was a chance of hearing her play. We went there with the video camera and actually found the tombstone rather easily. But to our disappointment, no violin playing. No ghost girl. End of case.
We did, however, find a cool mausoleum behind the tomb area of the little girl. It was enormous in size and appeared to be the dimensions of a small home. It pretty much reminded me of the size of my first home that I purchased right after moving out of my mom and dad’s home. The home was only about 800 square feet and had only two bedrooms. You could stand in the kitchen and see the entire home. This had its advantages later on when I started having children. It was easy to keep an eye on them and locate them when needed with little to no effort. But it did run into problems later when I had two kids, one boy and one girl and did not have separate bedrooms to put them in. This mausoleum reminded me of the size of my first home.
What was really disturbing about the building was the fact all of the entrance areas had been bricked up and sealed. When Matt and I went over to get a closer look at the building itself, one of the bricks in one of the window areas had been cracked and removed from the area it held shut. We shined a flashlight in and you could make out what appeared to be some sort of sliding lock mechanism. The freaky thing was that the lock could only be opened and locked from the inside. How was this done?
Also, while Matt and I were shinning the light around into the opening, Matt swore he saw something move inside. He jerked his arm back and nearly dropped the flashlight inside the building. I wanted to go back and get a closer look, but Matt refused and we not only left the area of the mausoleum, but the cemetery itself.
Matt and I went to some other cool haunted locations during our times together. One of the funniest that was supposed to be the scariest was an area we called the Bird House. The home was out in the country in the area that we lived and grew up in. It was down an old field road and you had to travel nearly a mile down a beat up uneven driveway before you reached the location. Once you got there, there were two buildings present. One house and two storage barns. There had been a rumor circulating for years that the upstairs area of the home housed some sort of safe which contained a large sum of money. Matt and I had heard of this story before, but it had never crossed our minds to check the place out for ourselves. That was until we started doing some paranormal investigations in areas.
We took the video camera as usual and went around the back side of the house. The front door had been boarded up years before in what appeared to be a futile attempt at keeping out any trespassers that they possibly could keep out. Normally, people will check the front door and if it is locked, they will assume that someone is living within the establishment. However, the other small proportion of individuals will see that this point of entry is not accessibly and they will do whatever they can to seek another point of entry, enter Matt and I. We knew that the front door was locked, but the side of the house had a door that was wide open and allowed easy access to the home. It was this door that we went to seek entrance into the location.
As we approached the door, Matt stepped ahead of me as I held the camera. I knew he really did not want to be the individual to go first, but he also did not want to limit his view of his surroundings by putting himself behind the camera. We entered the home to find pretty much nothing but trash and dirt. There was an old sofa sitting in the front room area that was located directly behind the entrance door that was locked. Matt made some sort of comment about the couch being the perfect make out couch. I made a wisecrack about being my guest at bringing someone there to make out. He laughed as did I.
As we proceeded further into the home, we located a small door that seemed to lead upwards. I moved towards it keeping my sight clear with the camera and was about to open the door. That’s when Matt called my attention to something. An odd noise was filling the air and coming from the direction of a side room.
“What is that noise?” Matt asked darting his head from side to side. I could tell at that moment he was a little uneasy. Seeing him this way also made me feel uneasy as well.
“I don’t know.” I said. I began to pan the camera from side to side. That’s when it happened. The reason we called the house the Bird House.
As I panned the camera from the right and then back left, a flapping sound caught my attention. I jerked the camera back in the direction the sound was coming from. That’s when something hit the front lens of the camera sending the camera flying right into my eye and jamming my head backwards in an arc formation.
“What the heck was that?” I screamed as I pulled the camera down rubbing my eye. Matt was now no longer in front of me, but had crouched in a defensive formation behind me. I was not sure if he had done that in order to protect himself or whether or not he had went into this position because he thought it was an easier position to help protect me.
“I think it was a …” Before he could finish the statement, the thing that had come the first time had come again. It darted from the top of the ceiling and dove at us. At first I thought it was a bat of some kind, seeking out our human blood wanting to quench its thirst. Then I got a closer look and realized what it was.
“Bird!” I yelled covering my head as the beast came back for another swoop.
For a moment we were both relieved that that was just what it was, a bird. Then as the bird continued to attack us with swoop after swoop, I knew that it probably would have been better for us had the thing been paranormal. At least that way it would not have been solid and if it did make contact with us in any way it would not hurt us. This bird had a solid beak. If it made contact with our bodies in some way it was going to hurt. I knew by the way this bird was acting that it probably had a nest somewhere with young birds in it. It was acting as if Matt and I were predators. I knew the best way to resolve the situation would be to remove ourselves from the location. However, I was not done searching the house for the legendary safe and legendary treasure just yet.
“Follow me!” I yelled to Matt as if I was some sort of military sergeant barking orders to his private. I stuck my arms up around my eyes to shield myself the best that I could. Matt did not argue with my command, he watched the area that I was moving toward and followed blindly, his arms near his eyes as well trying to defend himself. Even thought the bird was way smaller than either one of us, we both feared this animal tremendously.
I knew where I was leading us. I was leading us to a place of safety. At least a place of safety from our fine flying feathered friend. I was also leading us to the place that we were needing to go. The real reason why we had made the attempt at the Bird House. I was leading us to the place of legends, where the safe in the location holding the buried treasure was suppose to be. Had Matt known exactly where I was leading him, he probably would have just stayed where he was at dealing with the killer bird. I was leading us up.
I was leading us to the attic!
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