The story started in Griffin Georgia. We went there to help my
brother move back here. My brother and I, Him more then me, have
always been into ghost hunting and the paranormal. So when we heard
about this train tressel right near where we were in Georgia we had
to check it out. It was dark, probally around 11 pm, when we got
there. The story goes that this man had gotten his head cut off on
the train tressel. Well my brother went walking through the woods to
the track as about 5 of us waited on the bridge. When we seen him
coming back we asked him to turn on his light so we could see what
it was on the ground we thought we saw. He didnt answer us even
though we ALL seen him walking toward us. So playing around we
picked up the walkie talkie and hollared at him again and this time
he answered and turn his light on. The only problem is he was about
1000 feet away! So what was this dark shadow coming to us if it
wasnt him. We all had seen it. then as we all stared into the
darkness...we kept seeing this white kind of mist/flowing movement
in between the trees. I got a real strong feeling it was a female
presence. Then the darkness appeared again and I got the feeling of
a male presence with it. We all was kind of freaking out. So we took
a bunch of pics and got a few orbs and such and a little mist. The
we got out the audio recorder and taped me talking to the spirits. I
kept saying how we were not there to harm them...we just wanted to
know who they were and why they remained in this area. After a
little while of this darkness approaching us...I got the feeling it
was surrounding me. I got really cold and my heart started racing
and I couldnt move...like it was holding me or somthing. After a few
seconds it went back.The darkness seemed to be the aggressor as the
whiteness seemed to be kind of like a tease. darting back and forth.
As we all stood there on the bridge I became a true believer and
after the immediate thought that I wanted to get off that bridge
went away...lol...I wanted to know everything I could know about
this. So as I stood there with the recorder...I said "If you want
us to leave...give us a sign.". And after I repeated the request
several times...This happened and I swear it on all things sacred. I
felt somthing in the palm of my hand. I took my right hand and
removed the recorder out of my left hand and under it in the palm of
my hand was single drop of water! It was not raining nor were there
any clouds in the sky! I took that as a sign and ended my part of
the ghost hunting for the night. Since this time as we returned back
home to Illinois...there have been different things going on in my
brother's home. Voices of people that are not there, things bumping
into you and when you turn around...nothing or nobody there!
Just the feeling like someone is watching you...someone is with us.
Then my niece woke up to see a older woman with long black hair in a
pony tail walking through her room. Now I have the hunger to go out
and try to find some answers. If anyone has any questions or
comments please feel free to contact me at gordon62864@yahoo.com
thank you for your time
Very Sincerely,
Rob Gordon
