by Iron Solari » Thu Feb 28, 2013 9:48 pm
Feels like we are all sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories and shit.
So here's one for me to contribute that I still hate thinking about to this day:
Way back when, when I was probably around 10-11 years old, my aunt took me and my two brothers to Philadelphia to see the Phillies play, since we were avid baseball fans. About 3 weeks before we went, I played a game called "The Suffering" for Xbox Classic. I was so intrigued by the ghosts and monsters in the game and the overall penitentiary setting they had that I researched it a little. I found out that there was a penitentiary in Philadelphia called "Eastern State Penitentiary" that was literally the prison the game was based off of. So as we were traveling there, we got on a double decker tour bus and toured around Phillie, one of the stops was the prison. I felt it calling to me for some reason. I asked my aunt if we could get off and go there because I was so interested in it. She declined, saying it would be a waste. I was then told that there was some sort of spirits that still reside there of dead inmates and that there was some sort of history behind their terrifying tortures. For some reason, I felt.?? tranquilly terrified. Like the kind where it's.?? I don't know how to describe it. Someone joked about there being some kind of curse to that place and I was 10-11, of course I believed it.
So jump forward to later that night, I was sitting in the hotel room watching Hidalgo with my two brothers and my aunt when I felt an itch in my nose. I began to itch it and then I felt a warm liquid rushing out of my nose. I looked down at my white shirt, now stained with some blood on it, to find out it was funneling out. My aunt and I rushed to the bathroom and we tried to fix me up, but to no avail. We made the only sound decision we could, we went to the hospital about 2 blocks away.
I sat in the ER bleeding out for a good.?? 30 minutes to an hour before they realized how important my situation was. I threw up twice after swallowing so much blood and I almost passed out. The contents of the throwup? Nothing but blood. I sat in the ER, draining blood rapidly. I cannot tell you how awful it was. We went in at around 9 P.M. and I got out at around 6 A.M. Bleeding the entire time. I was very certain I was probably going to die that day. But I didn't. We decided to leave Philadelphia the next day after I got enough strength from being almost dead to watch the fireworks, as it was 4th of July weekend. As we were driving away, I remember very vividly that as I was about to pass out in the car from exhaustion, near-death, and lack of sleep and blood loss, looking before my eyes closed to see.?? You guessed it. Eastern State Penitentiary.
I am still convinced to this day that it was because I did not go to that place, that I was punished by some unknown force, nearly killing me. I have yet to step foot back anywhere near Philadelphia.
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