My next paranormal story happened just a few months ago. While we were living in Branson, MO we decided to go on the local "ghost tour of haunted Branson". I wasn't expecting much. I've been on haunted tours before, they've all been basically the same thing. Someone walks you around telling you ghost stories of this house, that old park, etc. There are always people who have been on the tour who have seen things. On a tour in Wilmington, NC we were even greeted at the door of a house. The owner heard us walking by (the windows were open so maybe he did) and he told us about experiences he's had in the house. The point is, as much as I believe in the paranormal, I'm skeptical of these tours. They're interesting because you do learn some history, but that's been about it for me. That is, until I took the tour in Branson.
It started off the same as all of the others. We walked around looking at this house, that hotel, etc. Stories were told, histories were given, and we all got to know a little more about the town. Then about halfway into the tour we made a stop that changed things. We were on the back side of big building that had a few businesses in it. We learned about how years ago there was a printing press in the basement of one of them that had been run by the KKK. Things had supposedly happened in that basement and we were told that sometimes you could hear the old press still running. Of course people went up and put their ear up against the old wooden doors to see what they might hear. Nothing was heard and we were getting ready to move on to the next stop. I decided I'd go give it a shot. There was one other guy who hadn't done it either, so the two of us made our way to the doors. We each put an ear to the door and waited.
At first, I didn't hear anything other than the guide giving her last bits of info and saying that we were moving along. Then I heard it. It was a faint, low rumbling and clanking sort of sound. I can't describe it beyond the fact that it sounded like some sort of big machine running. If you've ever been around any big machines you know what I mean. There are just sounds that go with it, the sounds of moving parts, motors, things being moved, etc. I thought it might be my imagination at first. But when I locked eyes with the guy who was also listening, I knew it wasn't just me. I could see on his face that he heard it too. I asked him if he did and he said yes. We listened a few seconds longer and it stopped. We joined the group again and told them about it. My wife didn't believe me at first, she thought I was just messing with her. Once she figured out that I wasn't, and that I wasn't the only one to hear it, she told the guide. Later that night, after the tour, she told me about her own experience on the tour. That story will come next.