A little over 15 years ago, my college roommates(2 brothers) were taking a parapyschology seminar(Note to readers, do not live with pysch majors, the analyze everything you do). Anyway, they had a project for the seminar. They had to go to a "haunted house" and photograph the place with infrared film. My roommates were small guys, I am 5'11 and dressed out at about 250 at the time, they told me and our other roommate we had to go. I went along, and it was a dark moonless night. The house the professor sent us to was way out in the northern missouri boonies. It supposedly housed the ghost of a young boy who died of a long illness. The house was at the end of a 1/2 mile lane that was muddy. Since we were in a 76 Monte Carlo, we parked on the gravel and walked in. We searched the house top to bottom and found lots of animal signs, no ghosts. Several flasks had been brought so we passed them around after most of the infra red film had been shot. We got braver as the bourbon encouraged us. We were still poking around when one guy saw a hidden door that went from a closet to what had been the pantry. Two of us held flashlights, while the other two were deep in the closet looking. I heard a very large growl, and I mean this sounded big. The other fellow with the flash light asked me if I was screwing around. I looked him and said "NO! YOU?" He said no, followed by another growl. He said lets get the F#@! out of here. We both flew to the door and down the lane. Carrying the only lights and the flasks. Mind you, I am not and have never been a thin man, I blew past Mister skinny pysch major like he was standing still. He got a good infra red picture of my backside. We sat at the car waiting for the guys, who unfortunately had the keys. They arrived later, very irritated. It seems we had left them in the very dark closet with a very irritated full grown coon. Never seen a ghost, but mean coons yes! :eek:
