Hola.
I'm known for being too wordy, so I'll take extra care to condense this.
TOTALLY worth the read, however.
So I'm temporarily staying with a friend of mine in this old apartment complex (built in the early 20's I think). She knows I'm totally into old relics, creepy things and urban exploring (look that last one up if you aren't familiar with the term), so once I sorted and packed my stuff for storage, she told me to grab my headlamp for some exploring while in the basement!
You won't believe what I found. No really. You won't. BUT I'LL SHOW YOU!
First of all, I'm glad she advised the headlight because it's bloody dark down there...and uber creepy. As it turns out, I found every one of my "keepers" in what used to be an old workshop. It was off in a deep dark room next to the old wood furnace room and coal chute.
If any of you are at all interested, I can photograph the furnaces (you can fit multiple bodies in each one!!) and other things/stuff/mechanisms...etc.
I'm already going off topic. SO with all that said, this old workshop still had the massive wooden workbench (WITH VICE!) but was otherwise empty.
I thought to myself..."now, now...If I was a person using this workshop in the 20's...where would I potentially put "stuff" ?" After a thorough examination of the room without finding much except a few illustrations pinned to the ceiling pipe insulation and THIS:
I moved on to take a closer look at, on and inside the table. Nothing but dust! It was then that I spaced a little bit and tried to get a real "sense" of the room. if you've read any of my other threads you'll know i'm sensitive to energies and vibes. By the end of this quick spiritual ordeal, I found myself staring up into the dark corner of the wall above and to the right of the table. Since the batteries were low my lighting was poor, but I thought I could make out a small sill projecting a few inches from the concrete. Hopping up onto the table I stood, and caught my breath. I don't know why, but this was probably the creepiest thing I've ever found. It was a lock/ponytail of blonde hair, a good six inches worth at least, cut just behind the elastic. And what did I do? Naturally I picked it up, and regretted it immediately. Judging by the color and fragility of it, I'd say it's at least fifty years old...and probably older considering what I found next. Suddenly getting a feeling of bad juju, I dropped it onto the table below and stared at my hands for a handful of seconds in terrible awe of what I had just felt. It's kind of hard to explain, but there was most definitely a malicious energy emanating from it. Having recovered, I picked it up as gingerly and swiftl as possible and put it back where I found it and caught sight of THIS:
Had no bloody idea what on earth it could be, due to the dust and other effects aging and moisture had on it. Again I delicately rubbed off what I could without ruining what appeared to be a label, as you can now see.
Then I did one of the most foolish things possible....I opened it! After researching what I had found later, I realized that what I had done was a very bad and dangerous thing...health wise. There have been accounts of folk doing the same as I have done, who found themselves in the hospital from illness! The stupidest part was that I knew beforehand that I ought not to have opened it at all, but I couldn't resist.
I will NOT handle the contents a second time, but I'll risk a picture of the inside for your viewing pleasure:
You can see that most of the vials are missing, but there is at least one still intact, as well as a broken one in addition to the applicator.
At the time I was so ecstatic about it, I had closed all other senses to what was going on around me. And when it hit, it hit me hard. That feeling of dread and malice washed over me again like a tide, and I nearly fell off the table.
Having decided I had PLENTY of excitement for the night (yes, it was night...of course), I booked it straight upstairs and into the shower. As it happened, I was covered in ash, dust, coal, mold, dirt, asbestos, possibly long since expired vaccine and above all else...BAD BAD BAD energy.
Once that was over with, I researched the laboratory on the tube and found it to have been bought out in the 40's (if memory serves correct). What is more is that I researched smallpox and America's past/present/future involvement in the matter. Turns out we supposedly have stockpiles of it in case of a breakout, but they were supposed to be eliminated by 2012. Apparently scientists determined that the vaccine/virus have potential to aid in other discoveries, so the government extended research time another two years.
I guess after 2014, we won't be protected from smallpox anymore...
ADDITIONALLY, I (my friend and I) called the CDC bioterrorism hotline and spoke to a very kind woman about what we had found. Why the BT hotline? Because the BIGGEST reason we still have stockpiles of this stuff is because the virus itself could destabilize our population beyond repair without it. After 9/11 we decided it would be a good idea to have enough for our citizens just in case. But only for another two years! We shall see.
So this lady was sweeter than sweet, but grave at the mention of our find. She said that the vaccine is more than likely dead (since it must be refrigerated), but still potentially very dangerous to our health. She tried then to get in touch with what I guess would be a specialist or supervisor, who wasn't in at the time, and asked for our contact information to call us back. She indicated that the CDC may send someone to relieve us of this threat, depending on what she learned. For all we knew, it was some evolved strain of zombie virus that could end the world! Who would have thought that I was the cause? Lol. We gave her my friends info since I didn't have a phone at the time and let it lie, stowing the vaccine away safely while in wait.
Days went by and I hadn't heard anything, and I eventually forgot about it. that was until the other day when I mentioned it to my friend and asked her if the woman ever called back. She told me "OH YEAH! I forgot to tell you that the CDC called me nonstop for more than a week before they stopped."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Now I'm wondering what I should do? It's been a couple months now. Should I lay low and play "god"? Or should I give it up? Should I sell it? I wonder what someone would pay for it. As it is, i'm poorer than poor and I could REALLy use the money. Hah.
I GUESS I FAILED YOU ALL! SOrry this is so long! I'll stop now, but not before I make one thing clear...
That lock of hair is still sitting there about 60 feet below me, and it doesn't sit well with me.
I'll leave the guesswork to y'all as to how these two finds are related....but as for me, I'd rather not think more about it.
If you want a picture, I can go down and snap one once I mentally and physically prepare myself for round two!
Just let me know.
Thank you all very much.
I'm known for being too wordy, so I'll take extra care to condense this.
TOTALLY worth the read, however.
So I'm temporarily staying with a friend of mine in this old apartment complex (built in the early 20's I think). She knows I'm totally into old relics, creepy things and urban exploring (look that last one up if you aren't familiar with the term), so once I sorted and packed my stuff for storage, she told me to grab my headlamp for some exploring while in the basement!
You won't believe what I found. No really. You won't. BUT I'LL SHOW YOU!
First of all, I'm glad she advised the headlight because it's bloody dark down there...and uber creepy. As it turns out, I found every one of my "keepers" in what used to be an old workshop. It was off in a deep dark room next to the old wood furnace room and coal chute.
If any of you are at all interested, I can photograph the furnaces (you can fit multiple bodies in each one!!) and other things/stuff/mechanisms...etc.
I'm already going off topic. SO with all that said, this old workshop still had the massive wooden workbench (WITH VICE!) but was otherwise empty.
I thought to myself..."now, now...If I was a person using this workshop in the 20's...where would I potentially put "stuff" ?" After a thorough examination of the room without finding much except a few illustrations pinned to the ceiling pipe insulation and THIS:
I moved on to take a closer look at, on and inside the table. Nothing but dust! It was then that I spaced a little bit and tried to get a real "sense" of the room. if you've read any of my other threads you'll know i'm sensitive to energies and vibes. By the end of this quick spiritual ordeal, I found myself staring up into the dark corner of the wall above and to the right of the table. Since the batteries were low my lighting was poor, but I thought I could make out a small sill projecting a few inches from the concrete. Hopping up onto the table I stood, and caught my breath. I don't know why, but this was probably the creepiest thing I've ever found. It was a lock/ponytail of blonde hair, a good six inches worth at least, cut just behind the elastic. And what did I do? Naturally I picked it up, and regretted it immediately. Judging by the color and fragility of it, I'd say it's at least fifty years old...and probably older considering what I found next. Suddenly getting a feeling of bad juju, I dropped it onto the table below and stared at my hands for a handful of seconds in terrible awe of what I had just felt. It's kind of hard to explain, but there was most definitely a malicious energy emanating from it. Having recovered, I picked it up as gingerly and swiftl as possible and put it back where I found it and caught sight of THIS:
Had no bloody idea what on earth it could be, due to the dust and other effects aging and moisture had on it. Again I delicately rubbed off what I could without ruining what appeared to be a label, as you can now see.
Then I did one of the most foolish things possible....I opened it! After researching what I had found later, I realized that what I had done was a very bad and dangerous thing...health wise. There have been accounts of folk doing the same as I have done, who found themselves in the hospital from illness! The stupidest part was that I knew beforehand that I ought not to have opened it at all, but I couldn't resist.
I will NOT handle the contents a second time, but I'll risk a picture of the inside for your viewing pleasure:
You can see that most of the vials are missing, but there is at least one still intact, as well as a broken one in addition to the applicator.
At the time I was so ecstatic about it, I had closed all other senses to what was going on around me. And when it hit, it hit me hard. That feeling of dread and malice washed over me again like a tide, and I nearly fell off the table.
Having decided I had PLENTY of excitement for the night (yes, it was night...of course), I booked it straight upstairs and into the shower. As it happened, I was covered in ash, dust, coal, mold, dirt, asbestos, possibly long since expired vaccine and above all else...BAD BAD BAD energy.
Once that was over with, I researched the laboratory on the tube and found it to have been bought out in the 40's (if memory serves correct). What is more is that I researched smallpox and America's past/present/future involvement in the matter. Turns out we supposedly have stockpiles of it in case of a breakout, but they were supposed to be eliminated by 2012. Apparently scientists determined that the vaccine/virus have potential to aid in other discoveries, so the government extended research time another two years.
I guess after 2014, we won't be protected from smallpox anymore...
ADDITIONALLY, I (my friend and I) called the CDC bioterrorism hotline and spoke to a very kind woman about what we had found. Why the BT hotline? Because the BIGGEST reason we still have stockpiles of this stuff is because the virus itself could destabilize our population beyond repair without it. After 9/11 we decided it would be a good idea to have enough for our citizens just in case. But only for another two years! We shall see.
So this lady was sweeter than sweet, but grave at the mention of our find. She said that the vaccine is more than likely dead (since it must be refrigerated), but still potentially very dangerous to our health. She tried then to get in touch with what I guess would be a specialist or supervisor, who wasn't in at the time, and asked for our contact information to call us back. She indicated that the CDC may send someone to relieve us of this threat, depending on what she learned. For all we knew, it was some evolved strain of zombie virus that could end the world! Who would have thought that I was the cause? Lol. We gave her my friends info since I didn't have a phone at the time and let it lie, stowing the vaccine away safely while in wait.
Days went by and I hadn't heard anything, and I eventually forgot about it. that was until the other day when I mentioned it to my friend and asked her if the woman ever called back. She told me "OH YEAH! I forgot to tell you that the CDC called me nonstop for more than a week before they stopped."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
Now I'm wondering what I should do? It's been a couple months now. Should I lay low and play "god"? Or should I give it up? Should I sell it? I wonder what someone would pay for it. As it is, i'm poorer than poor and I could REALLy use the money. Hah.
I GUESS I FAILED YOU ALL! SOrry this is so long! I'll stop now, but not before I make one thing clear...
That lock of hair is still sitting there about 60 feet below me, and it doesn't sit well with me.
I'll leave the guesswork to y'all as to how these two finds are related....but as for me, I'd rather not think more about it.
If you want a picture, I can go down and snap one once I mentally and physically prepare myself for round two!
Just let me know.
Thank you all very much.
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