Later, I learned that people long ago used sewers and tunnels under the city to secretly get around. In our shop’s stock room was one of those tunnels that had been walled off. What I saw would have been right in line with someone walking that tunnel. I found out about that afterwards, so it didn’t influence me seeing anything." —[deleted] My two guides returned shortly thereafter and we went upstairs. On the break room table was a big crumbled pile of plain white printer paper. The guides swore up and down that the table had been clear when they’d left to close the Stowe House. They were older women I’d worked with for years, so I know they were telling the truth. I know what I heard. I’ll never forget hearing it through phone speaker as it approached the desk above me. I could hear it breathe. I knew whatever was up there was not good. It was evil. It scared me so much that when I went home, I sat in the stop and shop parking lot until my husband finished work that night. I was too scared to go home alone." —u/bunkerbash When we were back at my house, my girlfriend asked me how I knew all that detail. I let her read the dream I wrote down. I described the path, trees, cemetery and weather perfectly. She refused to ever talk about the experience again. That was around 20 years ago, and the experience still haunts me to this day." —u/Facelesspirit We told them what happened and they sent an officer into the area of the woods we saw the cabin. When the officer got back to us he said he found the cabin and could tell someone was just there, but nobody was around. Officer told us to never go back there again. We never did. The next day, my uncle’s truck was completely keyed from top to bottom. This happened almost 15 years ago but was so scary that it I think about it pretty often." —u/hectorjm94
