Just checking to see if anyone else is located in north east Tennessee. Im in the johnson city elizabtheton area, (born and raised on stoney creek if anyone knows about it) and there is PLENTY of haunted places around and I mean plenty. I personally lived in a House in an area called watauga that was constructed well before the civil war. It is said the driveway was the buriel grounds for salves that used ot live on the premisis, and there is a very old cemetary behind it. I lived there for more than a year and had experiences every night and day I lived there. I will go take a pic or 2 of the house sometime and post it. one instance that was often experienced was the loud sounds of sweeping on a hard wood, or concrete floor whe nthe entire level was carpet. It was so loud that it seemed it was happeneing right in front of you. Stomping up and down the stairs, lights going on and off, and alot of way more creepy stuff.
Plus there is an old home hospital house that is boarded up I would love to have the ok to go check out one night. If i can get a pic of it I will post it, juts looking at it is almost enough to give me weird feelings..
I'll share one of many stories fro mmy life, this one from only a couple weeks ago. me and my cousin both seem to have somethign about us. We were moving some stuff out of his moms house in a place called Erwin for her and there was a back bedroom with the door closed. The only room in the house with the door closed, so I open the door, go in and immediatly am drawn to the closet that is also closed. I just stared at it, I had no desire to open it all all. Actually it was quite the contrary but here i am just staring at it. My cousin who is the same age walks in and without me sayign a word he looks at the closet and just stares at it. Then we make eye contact and its like we both said to each other lets get the f*** out of here without even speaking. So we go back to the living room and are going to move the couch, the last thing left in the house to carry out. as we are getting ready to pick it up he says to me, man I felt sick when we were in that room, and I said to him bro, lets get this couch out and then lets get out of here with the quickness. He said to me man I think theres something in this house, I said to him LETS GO! AS soon as we picked the couch up a picture on the wall of jesus and all teh surrounding candle holders fell off the wall on to the hard wood floor. Nothing broke, and it was a lenghty fall, we sat the couch down, I put the stuff back on the wall and we got the f*** out of dodge. We didnt even talk about it afterwards, didnt want to, the feeling I got from that place was just crazy. Not a good story but damn, no way I can explain the feeling.