Spirits Among Us

Name:            Gregg Jones
Email:           gregg_07@yahoo.com
Location:        Somerset ,KY
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Sunday, March 26, 2000
Time:            02:07 AM

The summer of '99 had definitely made me a believer in the paranormal. 

A friend of mine is an actual ghost hunter. He has all the necessary equipment to record ghost sightings and spirits. After days and days of trying to leer me into visiting a haunted church, I agreed that I would go as long as things would remain under control. A little nervous, my friend Sam and I walked to his car and hopped in.

 Traveling down the dark back streets of the haunted church in hopes of recording something good! We parked at the available parking of the Souls Chapel church and started up the hill to the front door. Before we entered, Sam made me aware of the hidden past that the church had possessed. And he began his story. 

Souls Chapel church was an old church that had been shut down in the early-1900's. Supposedly the church had been shut down because of a bad seed. The bad seed being the preacher of the church. The preacher of the church had an evil past. Cult-like, the preacher had sacrificed animals and even humans in the church. The humans still lay in the old cemetery in the church yard. No one indirectly knew of this behavior and no one leery of the preacher. The pentagrams left on the floor during these devilish acts were covered with rugs during the day and uncovered on certain nights during the evil services. As more and more people joined the cult, it became widely spread and very well known in the community. People began to shun the preacher and some of the townspeople for these retched acts. When proof of this came abroad, the preacher was hanged and left for dead in the church lot for the townspeople to watch. The church was never used again for fear of the devilish preacher haunting the church and getting into the souls and lives of the townspeople once again. 

After hearing the news of the church, I had became more and more nervous and leery of the deserted building. It wasn't my cup of tea for sure. Sam had all his equipment ready, including a small high-tech tape recorder and a mid-size video camera. The spirits and sightings could not be heard by the human ear, only with his important gear. As we entered the church, with a flashlight you could still see the old painted -on rembrandts of the pentagrams on the floor. We sat up all the necessary equipment and sat on the empty church floor and waited, waited patiently. We stayed nearly two hours and then we were more than ready to hit the road. We grabbed the equipment and walked outside to the car, put the things in the trunk, then sat once again in the cab of the car ready to listen to what we had recorded on the tape. Still in the church parking lot, we rewound the new tape and listened. 

To my disbelief, I heard the voices. The raspy, death-like voices on the recorder. The voices, as clear as being in the car with us were plain as day. I heard 'Get out', Get the hell out',' I'm watching you', and 'It's cold in here' repeatedly. The voices dragged on. Some women's voices, some men's, and some even the voices of small children we could tell. The voices continued in an outraged tone. Making it clear, we were unwanted on their space. We were invaders to them. Unwanted invaders. We began to hear voices over voices and what sounded like at least 100 voices talking at once. The repeated voices of 'Get out' and 'Come this way', eerily plan on the tape. 

I swear to this day, I have not wandered off into the woods where the church is located nor have plans of visiting the spooky church ever again. Maybe one day people can understand how and why the voices where there and just what is lurking inside the old-well known Souls Chapel Church. 

I will always remember my experience and will always have questions of the unexplained. Questions, but no answers. 

E-mail me with true stories similar. gregg_07@yahoo.com