http://www.sgha.net/quarai.html
http://www.cr.nps.gov/history/online_books...rai-history.htm
I went to this place in the middle of the night last year with my friend. It is called Quarai, and it is a huge Spanish Mission church that was built nearly 400 years ago. It was abandoned in 1675 because the Apaches were killing all Christians in the area. The place was rediscovered in the 1850s by a US Army detachment that was wandering around and found the abandoned ruins in the middle of nowhere. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and Quarai is about an hour and a half away.
On the way there, we first stopped at a tiny village on the way that was having a big village party dance and we asked them about Quarai, where we were headed, and they said the whole area is haunted and that we were crazy to be going there at night..
We got some food, and then we went anyway. When we got there, we first wandered around the whole building. We were outside wandering around this big tree in what we later found out was the cemetery, and we heard something as big as us stomping through the bushes only 5 or 10 feet away. We didn't see anything there, though from the sound, it was right next to us...
This freaked us out a little bit, and we didn't go farther into the trees, partly because we imagined that there could have been a bear we didn't see or something, partly just to explain it though because it was just very unsettling.
We then went back inside the building and we were sitting in the part where the Friar used to do his sermons and talk to the congregation at Mass and we were just playing around and looking at the dozens of bats that were flitting everywhere, maybe because of the mosquitos that we were attracting. I later pulled out my little bamboo flute and began to make music-like (not music, I'm tone deaf) noise with it for a while, and after maybe a half hour, I stopped trying to play music and just blew this one irritating shrill note for as long as I could hold it. This note that I blew is one that I had found on the bamboo flute that was terribly loud. If I blew it in a room at my house, I really damaged people's ears. Immediately after i blew this note with a lungful of air, there was this sudden and very horrible deathly female shriek from right above us coming back like an echo from my bamboo flute. It was not an echo, but it responded to the note on my flute. This screaming banshee VOICE was 40 feet up at the top of the walls above our heads, and we flashed our lights up there and we didn't see anything. We were getting a bit freaked out at this point, and my friend began to gather up all of our bags so that we could go. I thought that this screaming was cool because I brought the bamboo flute to try to get a rise out of ghosts or demons or whatever people said was there, so I whipped the bamboo flute out again and blew that same exact note again it was a long blow, one note. Immediately after I stopped blowing that note again, this thing SCREAMED back, as loud as a plane landing, and though it had been less than a minute from when I started blowing the first note, the scream was coming from the front door of the main church building, hundreds of feet away from the top of the wall over the pulpit where we had been sitting. The scream scared the hell out of us, and raised the skin on our bodies and threw us into cold sweats. We sat and stared at the front door where the scream was coming from, and the scream just continued EXTREMELY loud for 10-15 seconds. Scariest sound that I have ever heard. This scream was made with the same voice that had made the first one, but it was louder and longer than a human could ever scream. I got the sense that the screaming was almost like talking. I could feel a personality on the other end. Immediately after this second scream, you could hear the thing screaming off in the desert hundreds of feet away as if the thing had flitted away at high speed.
At this point, my friend and were more freaked out than we have ever seen each other, screaming at each other with tears in our eyes and waving our flashlights around wildly. The scream was just completely blood curdling. I have never felt such an animal fear.
My friend and I knew that it was right about the time to get the hell out of dodge, but we were too scared to just run from the building, so we backed away from it with our flashlights on the building...And as we backed away, the scream continued to come out of these ruins at us, darting around and screaming from different parts within the building. Remember, we were at a huge long abandoned church in the middle of nowhere at night...
My friend said that he saw some white amorphous shape following us down the path, but I was too freaked out to even see anything.
We bolted back to the car after we turned and ran when we were a distance from the church and got out of there. On the way back to Albuquerque, we stopped at that town dance again which was going on and asked people old and young about the place and they told us we were bloody crazy for going there and that it was so haunted nobody around went there in the night. Even 80 year old people who had lived there their whole life told us this. One young guy told us about something screaming at him at those ruins, and did the scream just as we heard it.
This church is built on the site of an old pueblo village. People have been living and dying there for a thousand years. I go to these ruins of churches sometimes at night with friends, for the fun of it, and because they are awesome ruins to have at your doorstep (well an hour or two away). There are two more large churches in the area, called Abo and Gran Quivira.
I have never been as frightened as I was that night at that church, and it bothers me because it was as if a switch within my body was flipped that I had absolutely no control over. That time I bumped into a bear in the middle of the night, I just stopped and stared it down until it got up and walked away from me. I wasn't scared that other time when I went after a mountain lion with a machete either.
This scared the living crap out of me though!
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QUOTE (Billah @ Dec 18 2007, 10:36 AM) 
http://www.sgha.net/quarai.html
http://www.cr.nps.gov/history/online_books...rai-history.htm
I went to this place in the middle of the night last year with my friend. It is called Quarai, and it is a huge Spanish Mission church that was built nearly 400 years ago. It was abandoned in 1675 because the Apaches were killing all Christians in the area. The place was rediscovered in the 1850s by a US Army detachment that was wandering around and found the abandoned ruins in the middle of nowhere. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and Quarai is about an hour and a half away.
On the way there, we first stopped at a tiny village on the way that was having a big village party dance and we asked them about Quarai, where we were headed, and they said the whole area is haunted and that we were crazy to be going there at night..
We got some food, and then we went anyway. When we got there, we first wandered around the whole building. We were outside wandering around this big tree in what we later found out was the cemetery, and we heard something as big as us stomping through the bushes only 5 or 10 feet away. We didn't see anything there, though from the sound, it was right next to us...
This freaked us out a little bit, and we didn't go farther into the trees, partly because we imagined that there could have been a bear we didn't see or something, partly just to explain it though because it was just very unsettling.
We then went back inside the building and we were sitting in the part where the Friar used to do his sermons and talk to the congregation at Mass and we were just playing around and looking at the dozens of bats that were flitting everywhere, maybe because of the mosquitos that we were attracting. I later pulled out my little bamboo flute and began to make music-like (not music, I'm tone deaf) noise with it for a while, and after maybe a half hour, I stopped trying to play music and just blew this one irritating shrill note for as long as I could hold it. This note that I blew is one that I had found on the bamboo flute that was terribly loud. If I blew it in a room at my house, I really damaged people's ears. Immediately after i blew this note with a lungful of air, there was this sudden and very horrible deathly female shriek from right above us coming back like an echo from my bamboo flute. It was not an echo, but it responded to the note on my flute. This screaming banshee VOICE was 40 feet up at the top of the walls above our heads, and we flashed our lights up there and we didn't see anything. We were getting a bit freaked out at this point, and my friend began to gather up all of our bags so that we could go. I thought that this screaming was cool because I brought the bamboo flute to try to get a rise out of ghosts or demons or whatever people said was there, so I whipped the bamboo flute out again and blew that same exact note again it was a long blow, one note. Immediately after I stopped blowing that note again, this thing SCREAMED back, as loud as a plane landing, and though it had been less than a minute from when I started blowing the first note, the scream was coming from the front door of the main church building, hundreds of feet away from the top of the wall over the pulpit where we had been sitting. The scream scared the hell out of us, and raised the skin on our bodies and threw us into cold sweats. We sat and stared at the front door where the scream was coming from, and the scream just continued EXTREMELY loud for 10-15 seconds. Scariest sound that I have ever heard. This scream was made with the same voice that had made the first one, but it was louder and longer than a human could ever scream. I got the sense that the screaming was almost like talking. I could feel a personality on the other end. Immediately after this second scream, you could hear the thing screaming off in the desert hundreds of feet away as if the thing had flitted away at high speed.
At this point, my friend and were more freaked out than we have ever seen each other, screaming at each other with tears in our eyes and waving our flashlights around wildly. The scream was just completely blood curdling. I have never felt such an animal fear.
My friend and I knew that it was right about the time to get the hell out of dodge, but we were too scared to just run from the building, so we backed away from it with our flashlights on the building...And as we backed away, the scream continued to come out of these ruins at us, darting around and screaming from different parts within the building. Remember, we were at a huge long abandoned church in the middle of nowhere at night...
My friend said that he saw some white amorphous shape following us down the path, but I was too freaked out to even see anything.
We bolted back to the car after we turned and ran when we were a distance from the church and got out of there. On the way back to Albuquerque, we stopped at that town dance again which was going on and asked people old and young about the place and they told us we were bloody crazy for going there and that it was so haunted nobody around went there in the night. Even 80 year old people who had lived there their whole life told us this. One young guy told us about something screaming at him at those ruins, and did the scream just as we heard it.
This church is built on the site of an old pueblo village. People have been living and dying there for a thousand years. I go to these ruins of churches sometimes at night with friends, for the fun of it, and because they are awesome ruins to have at your doorstep (well an hour or two away). There are two more large churches in the area, called Abo and Gran Quivira.
I have never been as frightened as I was that night at that church, and it bothers me because it was as if a switch within my body was flipped that I had absolutely no control over. That time I bumped into a bear in the middle of the night, I just stopped and stared it down until it got up and walked away from me. I wasn't scared that other time when I went after a mountain lion with a machete either.
This scared the living crap out of me though!
http://www.cr.nps.gov/history/online_books...rai-history.htm
I went to this place in the middle of the night last year with my friend. It is called Quarai, and it is a huge Spanish Mission church that was built nearly 400 years ago. It was abandoned in 1675 because the Apaches were killing all Christians in the area. The place was rediscovered in the 1850s by a US Army detachment that was wandering around and found the abandoned ruins in the middle of nowhere. I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and Quarai is about an hour and a half away.
On the way there, we first stopped at a tiny village on the way that was having a big village party dance and we asked them about Quarai, where we were headed, and they said the whole area is haunted and that we were crazy to be going there at night..
We got some food, and then we went anyway. When we got there, we first wandered around the whole building. We were outside wandering around this big tree in what we later found out was the cemetery, and we heard something as big as us stomping through the bushes only 5 or 10 feet away. We didn't see anything there, though from the sound, it was right next to us...
This freaked us out a little bit, and we didn't go farther into the trees, partly because we imagined that there could have been a bear we didn't see or something, partly just to explain it though because it was just very unsettling.
We then went back inside the building and we were sitting in the part where the Friar used to do his sermons and talk to the congregation at Mass and we were just playing around and looking at the dozens of bats that were flitting everywhere, maybe because of the mosquitos that we were attracting. I later pulled out my little bamboo flute and began to make music-like (not music, I'm tone deaf) noise with it for a while, and after maybe a half hour, I stopped trying to play music and just blew this one irritating shrill note for as long as I could hold it. This note that I blew is one that I had found on the bamboo flute that was terribly loud. If I blew it in a room at my house, I really damaged people's ears. Immediately after i blew this note with a lungful of air, there was this sudden and very horrible deathly female shriek from right above us coming back like an echo from my bamboo flute. It was not an echo, but it responded to the note on my flute. This screaming banshee VOICE was 40 feet up at the top of the walls above our heads, and we flashed our lights up there and we didn't see anything. We were getting a bit freaked out at this point, and my friend began to gather up all of our bags so that we could go. I thought that this screaming was cool because I brought the bamboo flute to try to get a rise out of ghosts or demons or whatever people said was there, so I whipped the bamboo flute out again and blew that same exact note again it was a long blow, one note. Immediately after I stopped blowing that note again, this thing SCREAMED back, as loud as a plane landing, and though it had been less than a minute from when I started blowing the first note, the scream was coming from the front door of the main church building, hundreds of feet away from the top of the wall over the pulpit where we had been sitting. The scream scared the hell out of us, and raised the skin on our bodies and threw us into cold sweats. We sat and stared at the front door where the scream was coming from, and the scream just continued EXTREMELY loud for 10-15 seconds. Scariest sound that I have ever heard. This scream was made with the same voice that had made the first one, but it was louder and longer than a human could ever scream. I got the sense that the screaming was almost like talking. I could feel a personality on the other end. Immediately after this second scream, you could hear the thing screaming off in the desert hundreds of feet away as if the thing had flitted away at high speed.
At this point, my friend and were more freaked out than we have ever seen each other, screaming at each other with tears in our eyes and waving our flashlights around wildly. The scream was just completely blood curdling. I have never felt such an animal fear.
My friend and I knew that it was right about the time to get the hell out of dodge, but we were too scared to just run from the building, so we backed away from it with our flashlights on the building...And as we backed away, the scream continued to come out of these ruins at us, darting around and screaming from different parts within the building. Remember, we were at a huge long abandoned church in the middle of nowhere at night...
My friend said that he saw some white amorphous shape following us down the path, but I was too freaked out to even see anything.
We bolted back to the car after we turned and ran when we were a distance from the church and got out of there. On the way back to Albuquerque, we stopped at that town dance again which was going on and asked people old and young about the place and they told us we were bloody crazy for going there and that it was so haunted nobody around went there in the night. Even 80 year old people who had lived there their whole life told us this. One young guy told us about something screaming at him at those ruins, and did the scream just as we heard it.
This church is built on the site of an old pueblo village. People have been living and dying there for a thousand years. I go to these ruins of churches sometimes at night with friends, for the fun of it, and because they are awesome ruins to have at your doorstep (well an hour or two away). There are two more large churches in the area, called Abo and Gran Quivira.
I have never been as frightened as I was that night at that church, and it bothers me because it was as if a switch within my body was flipped that I had absolutely no control over. That time I bumped into a bear in the middle of the night, I just stopped and stared it down until it got up and walked away from me. I wasn't scared that other time when I went after a mountain lion with a machete either.
This scared the living crap out of me though!
Seems you've lived an interesting life, that scream must have been scary! Next time you go there take some pics or a video, then you can show us! Or take something so you can record that scream. I hope to see your findings!
QUOTE (Kar-zid @ Dec 18 2007, 12:29 AM)
Seems you've lived an interesting life, that scream must have been scary! Next time you go there take some pics or a video, then you can show us! Or take something so you can record that scream. I hope to see your findings!
I agree, otherwise its just a story with nothing to show for it..Hope next time they get some evidence..JN
Stories with nothing to show for it.... where shall I begin?
Nah, not today, I'm too tired to bring up old junk.
Thank you Billah for posting this!!! I found it very interesting and thank you for the links.
They helped me see what you were describing. What do you think it was Billah? I've heard panther screams, and I'm sure you have also, did it sound similar?
I'd like to hear more about your explorations!
And I would love to see pics!
Nah, not today, I'm too tired to bring up old junk.
Thank you Billah for posting this!!! I found it very interesting and thank you for the links.
They helped me see what you were describing. What do you think it was Billah? I've heard panther screams, and I'm sure you have also, did it sound similar?
I'd like to hear more about your explorations!
And I would love to see pics!
Thanks for posting your story for us. It may have been the note you played was like a trigger.Perhasp it sounded like an ancient war cry.That might explain why the spirit started screaming.Perhasp it was reliving an ancient attack on the mission. It may have been there the whole time,but your playing triggered something in the distant past,in it's memory.
2 questions...
Why did you go there at night to begin with? You didn't know it was haunted until you were already most of the way there so why? If I was going to see some abanoned place I would go during the day because abandoned places in the middle of nowhere look a lot better during the day seeing how there is no electrcity there and all.
Why would a person sit in a abandoned place at night and play a flute for 30 mins? That is a little unusual..heh
Interesting story, thanks for sharing.
Why did you go there at night to begin with? You didn't know it was haunted until you were already most of the way there so why? If I was going to see some abanoned place I would go during the day because abandoned places in the middle of nowhere look a lot better during the day seeing how there is no electrcity there and all.
Why would a person sit in a abandoned place at night and play a flute for 30 mins? That is a little unusual..heh
Interesting story, thanks for sharing.
Very cool story. Thanks for sharing it.
Nice to hear a story with a bit of interesting history. That place looks really quite beautiful on the links you provided 
QUOTE (HollyDolly @ Dec 18 2007, 09:56 AM)
Thanks for posting your story for us. It may have been the note you played was like a trigger.Perhasp it sounded like an ancient war cry.That might explain why the spirit started screaming.Perhasp it was reliving an ancient attack on the mission. It may have been there the whole time,but your playing triggered something in the distant past,in it's memory.To me it felt like I had triggered some sort of preternatural "guard dog" or something. It was ridiculous. It was like a security system made for scaring someone off.
I wish that I had been able to record the sound, but I had nothing with me to do that with. I have gone back other times, and taken video there at Quarai, and at the other churches too, but I haven't really looked over any of the vids yet.
My friends and I often go to these old church ruins. Near Quarai, there is another site called Abo:
http://www.ghosttowns.com/states/nm/abo.html
And another one is nearby that is called Gran Quivira:
http://www.ruidomain.com/ruidoso/activities/gran_quivira.htm
These places were all abandoned by Spaniard missionaries and Pueblo Indians in 1675, and they were not found again until another 180 years later, in the 1850's.
My friends and I just like going to these places at NIGHT. Going in the day is not as interesting because it is daytime, and because there will be other people there in the day when if we go at night we always have the whole place to ourselves. They are beautiful and ominous in the night time. It is great to watch the sun come up from the tops of the walls of some giant old ruins =)
I have had strange experiences at the other churches, Gran Quivira and Abo, but nothing as intense as what happened that night at Quarai.
Does anyone know a way that I could attract ghosts to me when I go back to these places?
Nice story!
Holy sh**!!! A banshee scream is terrible.
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