My mom and I decided to go antiquing and hit all the junk shops one day. We stopped at one we had never been to before. It was a very old building full of the smell of musty and dusty old antiques and all around junk. We started roaming through the building; it almost appeared to have been an old warehouse at one point and time. The building had a strange feel to it but we just chalked it up to being old and musty smelling. My mom decided to go off in one direction and I headed for the upstairs.
As I made my way up the steps and through the first room of the upper level I noticed all the vintage clothing, which I love! I headed in to the back room of the upstairs and immediately started looking at a clothes rack. I was only there for about 30 seconds or so when I started smelling this horrible stench, it smelt like blood. I started feeling very nauseous and as if something was behind me. I turned around and to my surprise there was a woman lying on the floor in a pool of blood around her head. She was obviously dead but her eyes were wide open and she was focused right on me. I could see her in complete detail. She was not transparent; she appeared to be in her 60s and looked as if she had been mugged. She had been bashed on the head and her handbag was old and was avocado green with a broken hand strap. She looked like she might have been mugged. She was wearing a cream colored sweater torn and tattered with a stripped dress.
I got so sick and immediately ran downstairs. As I started down the steps I got the tunnel effect feel and felt so sick. I went and found my mom. She took one look at me and said "What did you see? Your color is completely gone and you look like you’re going to be sick!" I just told her to go upstairs and see if she saw or felt anything.
She wanted me to go upstairs with her and I didn't want to. Finally I decided to face my fears and go back up there. Mom started through to the back room and I stopped at the door. I told her I wasn't going in there. She headed toward the back of the room and then over to the area where I saw the woman. There wasn't anyone else up there at either time and she shouted over to me that she didn't see or hear anything but her chest really hurt and felt very tight. She came back over to the doorway where I was standing and asked me what I saw. I pointed to the area and explained the entire event. She went back over there and was standing right next to where I saw the woman and asked if she was still laying over there. I stepped around the rack that was blocking my view and saw the woman still lying there. I felt like I was going to pass out and started crying. Mom came over trying to comfort me and all I wanted was out of there.
We left the building and when I got home I immediately started doing research trying to find the history of the building and turned up zilch. I even contacted the newspaper and still ended up with a goose egg. As soon as I get a chance I am going to head down to the court house and see if I can find the rest of the pieces to the puzzle.
One reason I believe my mom didn't see anything is because she is precognitive and I am post cognitive. That could have a lot to do with it. One thing about being post cognitive is, it isn't a very pleasant thing sometimes. You never know what you might see!
~Jamie Roush Pearce
Founder of Historic Haunts Investigations
As I made my way up the steps and through the first room of the upper level I noticed all the vintage clothing, which I love! I headed in to the back room of the upstairs and immediately started looking at a clothes rack. I was only there for about 30 seconds or so when I started smelling this horrible stench, it smelt like blood. I started feeling very nauseous and as if something was behind me. I turned around and to my surprise there was a woman lying on the floor in a pool of blood around her head. She was obviously dead but her eyes were wide open and she was focused right on me. I could see her in complete detail. She was not transparent; she appeared to be in her 60s and looked as if she had been mugged. She had been bashed on the head and her handbag was old and was avocado green with a broken hand strap. She looked like she might have been mugged. She was wearing a cream colored sweater torn and tattered with a stripped dress.
I got so sick and immediately ran downstairs. As I started down the steps I got the tunnel effect feel and felt so sick. I went and found my mom. She took one look at me and said "What did you see? Your color is completely gone and you look like you’re going to be sick!" I just told her to go upstairs and see if she saw or felt anything.
She wanted me to go upstairs with her and I didn't want to. Finally I decided to face my fears and go back up there. Mom started through to the back room and I stopped at the door. I told her I wasn't going in there. She headed toward the back of the room and then over to the area where I saw the woman. There wasn't anyone else up there at either time and she shouted over to me that she didn't see or hear anything but her chest really hurt and felt very tight. She came back over to the doorway where I was standing and asked me what I saw. I pointed to the area and explained the entire event. She went back over there and was standing right next to where I saw the woman and asked if she was still laying over there. I stepped around the rack that was blocking my view and saw the woman still lying there. I felt like I was going to pass out and started crying. Mom came over trying to comfort me and all I wanted was out of there.
We left the building and when I got home I immediately started doing research trying to find the history of the building and turned up zilch. I even contacted the newspaper and still ended up with a goose egg. As soon as I get a chance I am going to head down to the court house and see if I can find the rest of the pieces to the puzzle.
One reason I believe my mom didn't see anything is because she is precognitive and I am post cognitive. That could have a lot to do with it. One thing about being post cognitive is, it isn't a very pleasant thing sometimes. You never know what you might see!
~Jamie Roush Pearce
Founder of Historic Haunts Investigations
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