Free Ghost Hunting by Grant Wilson Jason Hawes Page A

to investigate one.
    The warehouse in question was located in central New Jersey. It was an old building, though we were unable to determine how old, or what it was used for originally. All we knew was that it was big—80,000 square feet of storage space spread out over three floors.
    We were invited there by Sam Dillon, the warehouse’s manager. He and other employees had experienced what they could only describe as supernatural occurrences, though he was the only employee there when we arrived. As we set up our equipment, we asked him to tell us exactly what had happened.
    On one occasion, Dillon said, he and two other employees were ascending the south staircase, talking about work, when they all felt they were being pushed from behind. On another occasion, he and another employee saw a man in a tan work shirt who glanced at them and then appeared to walk through a wall.
    Shortly thereafter, an employee was having trouble pushing a heavy cart up a ramp. Finally, he decided to take a break before giving it another shot. When he returned to the cart, he saw it was at the top of the ramp—and a pitchfork had been stuck in one of the wooden steps that ran along the ramp’s flank.
    At first, the employee thought that some of his coworkers had done the job for him as a joke. But they said they hadn’t. They also claimed they didn’t know where the pitchfork had come from.
    After that, the incidents became more widespread. Employees began seeing nebulous masses in the warehouse. Some said they were black, some said they were gray, and some said they were red, but almost everyone encountered one of them.
    The building alarm began going off every Wednesday, regardless of how many times Dillon had the system serviced. Employees were calling in sick and quitting. It got to the point where people were scared to enter the building.
    After we finished interviewing Dillon, he took us up to the third floor, which had no windows. It was almost perfectly dark up there, but we were all able to make out moving shapes. As we got closer to them, they seemed to disappear.
    Later that night, Andrew was pushed from behind and nearly fell down a flight of stairs. At the same time, we recorded some EVPs—though we wouldn’t hear them until the next day, when we analyzed our data. They were voices telling us to “Leave…leave, gather.”
    At a few minutes after 3: 00, we all suddenly smelled food and heard what sounded like many voices coming from one end of the warehouse. Dillon told us that the smell and the sounds were coming from what used to be the building’s cafeteria.
    Later, while we were investigating the second floor, we heard the sounds of footsteps and sliding objects coming from the floor above us. Keith and I also witnessed several orange lights whipping through the building. We tried to come up with an explanation for them but couldn’t.
    Finally, we decided we had seen—and heard—enough. We packed up and assured Dillon that we would be in touch with him. Then we headed back to Rhode Island, eager to go over our footage.
    Our analysis documented the EVPs, if not a whole lot else. However, when we combined the data with our personal experiences in the warehouse, it was difficult not to concede that there was something supernatural afoot.
    Unfortunately, we were unable to piece together who was haunting the premises and why. It was an old building and probably had an interesting past, though none of it was documented by the historical societies in the area. We would have loved to spend more time there but were unable to do so.
    One story that Dillon told us may have accounted for some of the paranormal activity. According to one story, the building used to have a security guard who would travel up and down the stairs during his rounds, pushing people out of his way. If that’s so, his ghost may still be doing so.
    We suggested to Dillon that Keith bless the building and try to exorcise the spirits in it. Dillon agreed,