So last weekend I finally got around to testing that Sarah’s Charm Ground spot everyone’s whispering about. Skeptic? Me too… mostly. But hey, proof’s in the pudding, right? Grabbed my gear bag – EMF meter, digital recorder, infrared thermometer, spare batteries, even a cheap camcorder – and hauled it all out to that old, overgrown stretch near the woods at sunset. Place already gave me the creeps.
Setting Up The Scene
First thing I did? Sweating bullets while untangling those damn audio cables. Kneeled on damp soil, slapped the EMF meter onto a wonky tripod. Batteries died on the thermometer twice. Swore under my breath, fumbling in dim light. Humidity glued my shirt to my back. Typical. Finally got everything blinking green just as full dark hit. Pitch black, except for my dinky headlamp beam.
The Weird Stuff Kicking Off
Started rolling the camcorder. Recorder humming. Cleared my throat, loud. “Testing, testing… Sarah? You around?” Felt stupid. Silence. Then… nothing. For like twenty minutes. Crickets screaming. Leg cramping. Almost packed up.
Then bam. EMF needle jumped from green to yellow, hard. Whining like a mosquito in your ear. I nearly dropped the thing. Grabbed the thermometer next – pointed it where the EMF freaked out. 57°F one second, 41°F the next. My own breath fogged. Chilled me straight to the bone, man.
The Wildest Stuff Recorded
Okay, here’s the top 5 creepy truths my gear caught that night:
- Freezing Hotspots Moving: That cold spot didn’t stay put. Like something invisible pacing between those two oak trees.
- EMF Spikes During Silence: Dead quiet? Yeah. EMF screaming. Happened three times.
- Voice On Playback? Nope: Listen back later… hear whispering under the static? Not whispers. Pure growl. Low, guttural. Skin crawled right off.
- Camcorder Glitch Feast: Perfect footage one second, total scrambling the next. Like TV snow filling the screen right where the cold spot hit.
- Sarah Said “Leave”?: On re-listen… buried deep? A woman’s voice – faint, tired – sighing “Leave now.” Clear as day? Hardly. But clear enough.
Packing Up With The Heebie-Jeebies
Shut everything down fast. Tripped over roots hauling gear back to the car. Heart pounding like a drum. Couldn’t shake the feeling something watched my tail lights peel outta there. Got home, dumped gear on the kitchen table. Hand trembling pouring coffee. Reviewed everything twice.
Proof? Maybe. Enough to make a believer outta this old cynic? Nah. But enough to keep me awake past 3 AM, staring at the ceiling, replaying that growl in my head. Definitely going back next month. Gotta catch that EVP cleaner… maybe borrow a better camera. Sarah ain’t done with me, I reckon.
