In northern Wisconsin, there is a small town named Caryville. It’s unincorporated and there’s a reason. Caryville is very haunted. According to the legends, Caryville is haunted by at least three ghosts. Along a dark road, there is a schoolhouse. Across from the schoolhouse, there is a church. A church built by a man named Jacob. He put so much time and effort into building the church, he was willing to die for it. About thirty years ago, some investors came to Caryville, and wanted to tear the church and schoolhouse down, and build improved versions of each. Pastor Jacob became enraged. So enraged, in fact, that he removed the stairs from the church, and hung himself in the bell tower. The whole town could see the swinging body of the pastor through the window. Ever since then, paranormal things have been happening.
A second death happened when a little boy refused to go home to a drunken abusive father. He hid in the schoolhouse, and the next morning, the faculty found his frozen little corpse sitting at his desk. It’s said that if you sit in the desk he died in, you will feel a very strange rush as if something has just passed through your body.
The third haunting relates to a beautiful prom queen. On prom night twenty years ago, Jenny was driving home after a night of partying. She was drunk, and lost control of the truck. It is said that if you look into the water while going over the bridge, you might catch a glimpse of her headlights shining through the dark churning water.
Now here is how our story begins.
My best friend Irene came over to my house tonight after we had gotten into a little tiff and we hadn’t been speaking in a few days. Anyway, we are sitting here talking and all of a sudden she grabs my arm and says “OMG I have to tell you about Friday night.” Feeling a little scared to ask, I urged her to continue. She and her boyfriend, Corey, had decided to drive out to Caryville. Corey had been there a few times before, and had told Irene all about it. Irene’s curiosity got the better of her, and when Corey suggested they take a little ride out there, Irene agreed willingly.
As soon as the sign for Caryville came into view, both Irene and Corey began to feel nauseated. There was also a feeling of pressure. The pressure escalated as they crossed the bridge. Corey had planned on taking Irene on a tour of old Caryville, and first stop was the old schoolhouse and church. As they were passing, she looked into the very last window and she swore she saw a pair of black eyes staring out at them. So they eventually turned around. As they were driving she started to hear voices. She couldn’t make them out at first, but then they became clearer. It was somebody telling her to come back to the schoolhouse. Urgently begging her to come back. “I want out of Caryville NOW!” Even though Irene wanted to leave, Corey insisted that they continue the tour and search for the one of the three cemeteries, but they never got that far because where there was supposed to be a house, there wasn’t. Irene freaked out from the voices, and the continuing pressure on her body. As they left Caryville, the feelings did not go away. After driving in silence for a few minutes, Irene muttered, “It’s dark.” Corey asked her what she had said, and Irene did not remember saying anything. According to Corey, he had turned to look at her after she said it, and her eyes were completely black. Then all the way home they felt as though a presence was there in the car with them. Irene was feeling very angry at Corey for no reason. She could feel the spirits emotions. She knew that he was very angry with Corey for coming there and bringing her. Irene could go back anytime she wanted too, but the spirit didn’t want him back. The spirit was also angry at Corey because he had brought somebody there before that the spirit really didn’t like. The car was ice cold no matter how high they turned on the heat. They weren’t rid of the presence until they reached Irene’s house about 45 minutes from there. When they were in her house, they took out the notebook Irene had been using to record what they saw. There was her page of notes, nothing out of the ordinary, but then when they turned the page, they saw pages and pages of shaky handwriting that wasn’t Irene’s. Written on the paper were the words open, open, and eyes eyes eyes, repeating over and over. The next page said get out get out get out, and come back come back. Written all the way across the pages. Needless to say they were scared out of their minds and swore never to come back. That changed after she told me the story. Irene and I have always had one thing in common during our 12 years of friendship. We’ve always been susceptible to all supernatural phenomenon. So I of course talked her into going with me tomorrow night. So now we are documenting this to you all in case we don’t return. We’re not kidding. This is totally serious stuff.
The Journal of the Caryville Prophecies Begins:
Planning Stage:
Irene and I sit here in my home while Daisy (my dog) sleeps at our feet, dreaming of the hellish nightmare that awaits us tomorrow night. We have been chosen to seek the truth of the Caryville Prophecies. We now bear the mark of the damned. Will we make it back alive? Who knows? But we must find out. The world is depending on us. The time is 10:48 and the date is Nov. 3rd 2002. And so it begins.
The List:
Camera: disposable and Polaroid Flashlight and Batteries Notebook and pens Watch Video camera Tape recorder and tapes Cell phone Candles and matches Hand held radios Daisy
Procedures:
1: Pray for protection 2: 20-minute walk – login start time and weather 3: Load cameras and start filming 4: Ask spirits if taking pictures are OK 5: Ask human spirits to not follow home and tell non-humans that they must remain there in the name of God 6: Closing Prayer
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