At the risk of sounding a little flaky, I am going to stray from the usual format of my blog and relate something that recently happened to me while on a story assignment.
Last week, The SyFy show “Ghost Hunters” aired an episode dedicated to Alton’s reputedly haunted Milton School, and I was covering it for the paper.
To give a little history, my first time inside the school was a couple of years ago, when I rode along on a local haunted trolley tour for an article I was writing on the group. Finding the warning that some people get sick inside the school somewhat hokey, I didn’t take it the least bit seriously.
After about a half hour in the school, I suddenly began to feel really sick and lightheaded. It came on very quickly, and reminded me of how a previous bout with food poisoning felt. As it got progressively worse, I finally told the tour group I had to get out of the school. Thinking I must have eaten something that made me sick, I was dreading the trolley ride back to my car, as well as my drive home, because I was feeling more miserable by the second.
Long story short, by the time I got back to my car, the sick feeling was completely gone.
While I had little doubt my experience had nothing to do with the supernatural, I nonetheless promised myself I would not go into that school again.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. I was working on the story for the “Ghost Hunters” episode, and we needed a photo from inside the school to go with the article. None of the Telegraph staff photographers were available, so I decided I just needed to suck it up and go take the photos myself.
Once I stepped inside the building, it did not take long for that sick feeling to come back again. Deciding it must be psychosomatic, I finished my assignment and got the heck out of dodge.
That night, I was awakened by an excruciating pain in my right knee, like someone was literally ripping the tendons apart from the inside. The next day, a golfball-to-baseball sized lump appeared on the back of my knee, which then turned into one of the nastiest bruises I have ever had. I was unnerved enough to know that I had not injured myself in any way to get that bruise, and was even more uneasy when people began telling me it looked to them like a human bite mark. (I am posting a photo of the mark the day after it appeared.)
Why do I get violently ill inside the school, and where did the bruise come from? I don’t have a satisfactory answer to either question. As a skeptic when it comes to the supernatural, it actually is bugging me a little that I have no logical explanation.
One thing I do know. I still love horror movies, and am still fascinated with the supernatural and the unexplained, but I will NEVER step foot inside the Milton School again