Up to this point I have been reticent to post anything here of my experiences not knowing if I retain control of or ownership of the content. But I thought I'd put something up for the other GV's to show I have had my run-ins with spirits, both good and bad.
In the early 1990's the U.S. Army still had troops in many areas of
the Netherlands running pre-positioned equipment sites and the
movement control (shipping) headquarters for Europe. I was stationed
in the Schennin area with an office in Masstricht and a room in the
barracks in Brunssum. The barracks where originally the dormitory for
the High school run by the military there. It was no longer needed so
it was converted into a barracks for the American soldiers stationed
in the area who were not part of the Nato contingent there.
The building was made of large cinder blocks, bricks and a prefab
roof constructed of long, 2 and a half foot wide cement planks. The
roof was flat and the walls between rooms were just the width of a
brick with plaster on both sides, about 4 inches (this will become
important later in the narrative). You could hear the TV and
conversations of the people in the next room.
I was assigned room 142.
They had had an earthquake only a month before I got there (first one
they ever had and it scared the crap out of them) so there was some
damage to the room. The cinder blocks around the window frame shifted
in the earthquake and had cracks that went all the way through to the
outside. This allowed cold air to blow into the room in winter. Just
to make things a little colder they turned off the radiators at
midnight and didn't turn them on again until 6 am to save money. No
heat or hot showers until about 6:30 and most of us were up and out
by 5 am.
Everything was fine until the first winter. The entire atmosphere of
the room changed. I put it down to it being so cold and damp. One
night I woke up to the bed shaking. I first thought it was another
earthquake or aftershock. Being from California this didn't bother me.
I've been through many such and they have never frightened me. But the
shaking went on and on. I finally realized this was no earthquake.
Then came the feeling of utter hate and immense danger. I found I
couldn't move or speak. Feeling like something was holding me down.
Finally (it felt like a year went by) the bed stopped shaking and the
feeling went away. I discovered I could move. I jumped up out of the
bed and slammed on the overhead light. I started a search of the room,
looking under the bed first and then the wall lockers and so on. I
didn't find anything and then tried to get some sleep with the light
on since I had a 5 am formation in the morning.
About this time I found another quirk this room had. The ceiling and
walls made popping and cracking sounds all night . The noise was so
loud it woke me up many times during each night. These were very
loud! The only way to explain it is if you have ever heard the sound
that comes off the ice of a frozen lake at night. That same popping,
cracking noise came from the walls and roof all night. I thought it
was just ice forming on the flat roof, the building contracting in the
cold or settling due to the earthquake.
Everything settled into a routine. The heavy, ominous atmosphere. The
popping and cracking all night. Being awoken every night at 3 am on the
dot, scared shirtless, the bed shaking and unable to move. It was
getting ridiculous. I wasn't able to sleep until morning and missing
formations, late for work. I couldn't just tell the First Sergeant I
was late because something in my room doesn't like me. I couldn't move
since the place was full and I could give no rational reason to move.
This went on all winter long and then when spring came it all went
back to normal. No popping. No 3 am shaking, immobility and fear. The
atmosphere changed 180 degrees like a breath of fresh air had blown
through. Even the light in the room had changed. Things were brighter,
easier to see and focus on.
I started asking the guys in the other rooms if they had the same
problems (the popping and cold. Not the 3 am wake up call). No one had
those problems, including the guy who had the room next to me. I could
hear his TV but he couldn’t hear the walls sounding like they were
about to fall down!
The next winter the atmosphere came back and shortly after, all the
other things. It was on one night this winter that I finally saw the
S.O.B. The 3 am wake up call came as usual but even though the bed
was shaking I found I could move. I looked up from the bed and saw a
face hanging in the air about 5 feet above the floor. It was like he
was looking around a doorway located halfway between the bed and the
real doorway. I didn't see him for long since I jumped right through
him to get to the light switch. He had blonde or light hair parted in
the middle and he was glaring at me with real hated. I saw him
just that once but cussed him every night.
The woods (Brunssumer Heide) located behind our barracks had a bad
reputation. The SS (brought in to stiffen the resistance of the 15th
Army who had retreated across France and Belgium pursued by the Allied
forces) and the G.I.'s liberating the area had a real nasty fight in
it in 1944. None of the SS made it out. Since then it has had murders and
rapes committed in it or the victims dumped in it. I once decided to
walk through it one night as a short cut from the education center on
the other side of the woods back to our barracks. Bad idea. Most of
the way I could hear something moving through the woods parallel to
the trail/road I was walking on and staying even with me. I would stop
and it would stop a beat or two later. There are no echoes in this
woods and no animals big enough to make that much noise. There were
no animal noises at all during this walk. I pulled out
my first and only line of defense, my pocket knife, and started moving at a
brisk pace but the thing stayed with me until I left the woods.
A few months after I moved out of the barracks a friend who still
lived there and in whom I had confided the strangeness of my room
stopped by where I was working and told me the new occupant of my room
was complaining of strange popping noises and the sink turning on by
itself. My friend told him the room was haunted but the guy wouldn't
This was one of the two real nasty things, of the ghost kind, I've
had to deal with so far. You could feel the evil just radiating off of
That's it for installment one...
Edited by loganinkosovo, 17 March 2015 - 07:18 PM.