Annabelle

Hey, guys. This story might deviate a little from our usual paranormal/ ghost hunting content a little bit, as it is a bit sad, and also very scary, so if that’s not for you, that’s OK. Something happened while we were at this hotel for an investigation. Something unexplainable. Something that I will tell even though I know you won’t believe that it’s true.  I’m not sure where to start this story but I’ll try starting from the time when we walked into the hotel. I won’t give the name of the hotel in this story.

It was just after 9 I think. We had checked in and we were making our way down the hall and one of the guys said

“Did anyone grab the keys”

“I thought you grabbed them”

“Why would I have grabbed them, you checked us in.”

The two  of them went back to the counter and I went to follow when there was a tap on my shoulder.  I turn around to see a tall woman. She was wearing a long sleek black dress. I don’t know much about dresses so I can’t really describe it more than that. What I can describe though is her smile. When people say ” her smile can light up a room” it really seemed that way. It was bright, happy, and full of life. Blissfully innocent. Or as I would come to learn, Blissfully ignorant.

“Do you know where I can check out? I feel like I’ve been wandering around forever” she said, laughing a little, as if embarrassed to have to ask for help.

“It’s just down this hallway and to the right.” I said pointing in the direction my friends had gone.

“Thank you, so much. It’s good to know there are helpful people around, what’s your name?”

“Isaiah”

“Like the prophet”

“I guess so” 

I’ve never really been much of a religious person. I know, ironic, cuz I have a ghost hunting channel, but I’ve always leaned toward the idea that there’s a scientific explanation for paranormal activity. Things that are unexplainable now could be explainable later. All that to say, I don’t know who Isaiah the prophet is.

“What about you, what’s your name?” I countered.

“Annabelle”

“Who are you talking to?”

My friends had come back and were staring at me.

I point in Annabelle’s direction

“There’s nobody there dude.”

I turn to look and she’s gone.

I mentioned before that I’m a tad skeptical when it comes to ghost hunting. So when Annabelle disappeared I was shocked a little but I figured she must have just walked away. Even with all the ghost hunting I do, the idea that you could have a full conversation face to face with a spirit seemed far fetched. So I just said

” She must have walked away”

“Ok dude. Let’s go set up for the investigation”

I won’t get into the whole investigation here. If you want the whole thing you should check out our website. Nothing quite so crazy, but we caught a few things. Including a female voice saying “He’s Coming”.  I won’t spoil the rest, go check out the full investigation on our website. 

We finished up the investigation and went to sleep. We all slept in separate rooms. We are on the road together all the time so a little privacy is always appreciated. It was about 4 am when we went to bed, and at around 6am I heard a scream. I wake up with a start and am greeted with the face of Annabelle. The beautiful face I had seen earlier that evening now twisted in agony and screeching out the most horrific sound I’ve ever heard as I shot out of bed her eyes followed me. Her pale face barely visible in the dim moonlight. Her face appeared to have black streaks running down. She stopped screaming and looked me in the eye. More streaks forming from, I’m assuming, the top of her head and down her face. With a groan she only spoke two words. Two terrified words.

“He’s Coming”

I had been reaching for the light switch but I stopped. Thinking maybe she was hiding from someone. And whoever it was I didn’t want them in my room

“Who’s coming, Annabelle?”

“My Husband, he’s a rotten man, Isaiah”

“What’s happened?” I asked curiously 

“He’s a liar. He made a mistake, he said. His mistake. But he made me pay for it. He wanted her instead of me, so he made me pay. Do you know where Hell is, Isaiah” she said, stepping closer to me. The streaks are on her face now dripping onto the floor. She never broke eye contact with me.

“You should. Because you’re standing in it” 

This time when she screamed her eyes went completely white and I quickly turned the light on and she vanished immediately. I didn’t sleep that night. Not after that. There was one thing that scared me more than the disappearing though. When the lights turned for a fraction of a second I could see her in the light. The streaks that looked black in the darkness of the room were actually a deep, dark red.

            As the panic sort of subsided. I thought about the incident for a little bit, In the lobby of course. Directly after the incident I had packed my things and sat down in the lobby. I decided to look up Annabelle and the name of the hotel because she didn’t give me a last name. Turns out there was an Anabelle that died in that hotel. There was virtually no media coverage. There was an article though about how a husband, who had been cheating on his wife, took his wife to a hotel, under the guise of a romantic evening. 

           He would go on to tell her about the other woman, someone I won’t name here. He says. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far, but now she’s pregnant and it’s mine” He says he’s sorry it has to be this way. Upset, she cries. She had only ever loved him after all, she deserved so much better. In the interrogation he never actually says what the last straw was, but he admits that the bedside lamp makes a good improvised club.

             I don’t know how Annabelle is so lucid, I’ll admit that I probably don’t know as much about ghosts as i thought i did, but i truly believe that she’s trying to get out. She asked me if I knew where hell was, because she’s in it. Reliving her horrible, tragic, demise , over and over again.

        Every time he tells her of the other woman, Every time he tells her of the pregnancy, Every night he bashes her head in with the lamp, and every night she dies knowing that it will happen again tomorrow. 

        The guy is in jail now, but after what I witnessed I’m not sure if jail is enough for him. As a paranormal investigator it’s easy to forget that monsters can be human. That is the story as I remember it. I’m sorry if it sounds a little scatterbrained, it has been just over a week since that whole experience, and i havent really had much time to write. 

          That’s all for this blog, if you read it all the way through thank you. This was definitely a life changing experience for me and I hope it was at least educational for you, about domestic violence or abuse of any kind. I hope you have a good rest of your day. Bye.