I don't know if this qualifies as a ghost story, but here it goes. A few years a go, I was visiting a friend in a small Virginia town. He had took me up to an old coal mine that had closed down years ago, due to a massive explosion at the bottom of the shaft. While we were there, we heard a hellish scream.
Please excuse my language. The type of scream one would expect to hear from someone who is slowly being tortured and killed. It rose through octave after octave. Finally reaching a blood curdling point. Hung in the air for a few seconds and finally stopped.
Followed by what sounded like lunitical laughter. He finally told me that twenty men perished there in the mine. I Believe that what we heard was a spirit telling us to leave the area and leave their final resting place in piece. We left the mine in a hurry, never to return to the mine again.
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spuds1974@comcast.net