Post by mistikinz on Aug 20, 2005 0:26:26 GMT -5
My first post along with my first encounter in my new home...
As a child I lived here in Paris, Arkansas and I had always wanted to live on Elm Street. It's the street with the oldest and most beautiful homes in town. Well, I'm now 26 years old and my dream has come true, I live on Elm Street.
My house is absolutely gorgeous, 14 foot tall ceilings, plaster walls, huge double windows and a fire escape in my bedroom, enormous windows in the rest of the house as well. It's actually not a house, it's split into apartments, but it's my home for keeps I hope.
I had been living there for about a month and had finally met the owner instead of his agent. He let me in on the secret of my dream home. It was the first hospital in Paris, Arkansas. There has since been two other hospitals, so that should give you an idea as to how old the place is. I found out that my living room was the surgery room, which makes since because there are built in cabinets that would be perfect for storing medicine in. My basement was obviously the morgue. I don't know what the rest of the house was, but I would like to find out. I'm sure my bedroom was a place for beds and such.
That being said I'm sure you can imagine how primative this place was and since it was so old i'm sure there were more than your average hospitals death list.
My windows in my bedroom have three locks on them. The ones on the top and bottom are latches that simply slide over in a circular motion and land in a resting place on the other side. The middle lock *as if anyone is going to get into these windows from the second floor*...is one that has a U shape clasp that latches onto the other side and you have to push this other part down to make it lock. I do hope that made sense because I have no other way to explain it. LOL. Basically there is no way this window can open unless someone opened it. None of them can for that matter.
So, I was sitting in my dining room/office on my computer. I keep my bedroom door shut because the a/c doesn't keep that room cool due to it being beat by the sun all day long with all of these huge windows. I heard a thump from my door. It shook me a bit but I managed to ignore it. A few moments later I heard the thump again only this time it made my bedroom door open. Needless to say it scared the shit out of me. So, even though I knew no one was in the house I went for my Louisville Slugger.
I slowly opened the door and peeked around to the other side of it. Nothing there. Once you enter my bedroom door there is what most people would call a large hallway, but it's actually my closet. So, I quickly swung my slugger through my clothes frantically. Nothing. Then I enter my actual bedroom and turn the light on. My middle set of windows were open and the wind was blowing my curtains like mad. I don't leave my windows open nor are any of the locks left open. The middle latch on these windows could have possibly been pushed open by the wind because of their design, however the top and bottom latches can NOT be opened by the wind.
I have a 5 year old daughter that never goes in my bedroom much less would she open a window. I myself can not even reach the top latch on these windows without a step stool and change a light bulb without a 12ft ladder. Ok, so now maybe I'm rambling, but to get to my point...
I would like to know if anyone would like to help me research my house, perhaps even have some sort of invitation like Angie was talking about from PK's dream, with the charcoal brick and poster board. I won't do this alone, I'm absolutely terrified of what I would find if I were alone when I found it. I can just imagine the horrible and unsanitary conditions this hospital had to have been. I imagine the medicine practices to be very primative so there must have been lots of deaths from that alone, not to mention anything that could make someone die now or from natural deaths.
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As a child I lived here in Paris, Arkansas and I had always wanted to live on Elm Street. It's the street with the oldest and most beautiful homes in town. Well, I'm now 26 years old and my dream has come true, I live on Elm Street.
My house is absolutely gorgeous, 14 foot tall ceilings, plaster walls, huge double windows and a fire escape in my bedroom, enormous windows in the rest of the house as well. It's actually not a house, it's split into apartments, but it's my home for keeps I hope.
I had been living there for about a month and had finally met the owner instead of his agent. He let me in on the secret of my dream home. It was the first hospital in Paris, Arkansas. There has since been two other hospitals, so that should give you an idea as to how old the place is. I found out that my living room was the surgery room, which makes since because there are built in cabinets that would be perfect for storing medicine in. My basement was obviously the morgue. I don't know what the rest of the house was, but I would like to find out. I'm sure my bedroom was a place for beds and such.
That being said I'm sure you can imagine how primative this place was and since it was so old i'm sure there were more than your average hospitals death list.
My windows in my bedroom have three locks on them. The ones on the top and bottom are latches that simply slide over in a circular motion and land in a resting place on the other side. The middle lock *as if anyone is going to get into these windows from the second floor*...is one that has a U shape clasp that latches onto the other side and you have to push this other part down to make it lock. I do hope that made sense because I have no other way to explain it. LOL. Basically there is no way this window can open unless someone opened it. None of them can for that matter.
So, I was sitting in my dining room/office on my computer. I keep my bedroom door shut because the a/c doesn't keep that room cool due to it being beat by the sun all day long with all of these huge windows. I heard a thump from my door. It shook me a bit but I managed to ignore it. A few moments later I heard the thump again only this time it made my bedroom door open. Needless to say it scared the shit out of me. So, even though I knew no one was in the house I went for my Louisville Slugger.
I slowly opened the door and peeked around to the other side of it. Nothing there. Once you enter my bedroom door there is what most people would call a large hallway, but it's actually my closet. So, I quickly swung my slugger through my clothes frantically. Nothing. Then I enter my actual bedroom and turn the light on. My middle set of windows were open and the wind was blowing my curtains like mad. I don't leave my windows open nor are any of the locks left open. The middle latch on these windows could have possibly been pushed open by the wind because of their design, however the top and bottom latches can NOT be opened by the wind.
I have a 5 year old daughter that never goes in my bedroom much less would she open a window. I myself can not even reach the top latch on these windows without a step stool and change a light bulb without a 12ft ladder. Ok, so now maybe I'm rambling, but to get to my point...
I would like to know if anyone would like to help me research my house, perhaps even have some sort of invitation like Angie was talking about from PK's dream, with the charcoal brick and poster board. I won't do this alone, I'm absolutely terrified of what I would find if I were alone when I found it. I can just imagine the horrible and unsanitary conditions this hospital had to have been. I imagine the medicine practices to be very primative so there must have been lots of deaths from that alone, not to mention anything that could make someone die now or from natural deaths.
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I have nothing to base my opinion on, but I personally feel they DO have awareness of the outside world, and I'll tell ya why. I think the reason the so called "experts" miss this is because most often the "outside world" has changed dramatically from the time that spirit was alive - and present day. So when we see a spirit pass thru a wall - that wasn't a wall in their time. And when we see them open a window - it's because that was a window in their time.