There's a church I used to attend in South Wellfleet, Mass., right on the corner of Route 6 and Lieutenant Island Road, across from Rookies restaurant. It's not an old church, it was built sometime around 1970. The basement of the building is a huge banquet hall, with a large kitchen off to the side, with several small classrooms at the other end of the building. One day I was sitting upstairs in the church by myself, and I started to hear talking downstairs. It was muffled, and i couldn't really make out what was being said, but there was also laughter and the clanking of dishes, the sound of people walking around, etc. It got louder and louder, but I still couldn't make out what was being said, so I decided to go down and see who was there. I assumed some of the ladies of the church were cleaning up in the kitchen.I got downstairs and nobody was there. Dead quiet. Not a sound. the voices stopped as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, like I just walked in on a conversation they didn't want me to hear.
I went back upstairs. A few minutes later it started again. It got louder, and louder, and louder, and louder, so I went back down, thinking I had just missed them.
Nothing.
Whenever I'd go back upstairs it would start, and whenever I went downstairs it would stop.
It happened several times, and on several different occasions. I thought it was just me, but finally i asked somebody about it, and they experienced the same thing. Several people had the experience, not just me. And whenever I was downstairs in the dark, I could sense I was not alone. I could literally feel it. There are several classrooms with windows, but they always keep the doors shut, so in the hall it's pitch black.
It's really creepy.
