There's also a good chance I spoke with you on the phone to set up your reservation or was your investigator for the tour.
I get asked a lot about my experiences in the Gribble House, and here are my top three occasions that still freak me out to think about.
3) It was a slow night in December, and Garry called me to ask me to come on down and investigate with him. Willie was on that night, but only had one group, so he figured we could come in and be another group for the mix. We were sitting in the back corner of the warehouse, by the stage, and not much was going on, so we were getting a little bored and broke one of our own rules -- "Don't be a Zak" and we started taunting. We told them they were boring and to make a noise for us. Well, they responded, and all of a sudden, the cart that is usually on the side of the Gribble House area just rammed itself into the wall, creating a huge boom. Willie even came out of the Slave Quarters to see what had happened, it was that loud. Needless to say, we weren't bored anymore.
2) This is actually a more recent story, happening about a month, maybe a month and a half ago. I was with a group of three really fun people, and we were sitting in the Slave Quarters. Everyone but one lady had been asking questions and we were getting some good responses, until I told the lady who wasn't asking anything to go sit in the chair opposite us and hold the doll.
Now, let me explain to you the set up of the room. We were all sitting on one side of the room, facing the other side where two chairs were set up. On the chair closest to the door was the Raggedy Ann doll and on the other was the EMF detector and the REM pod. The door was open, and sitting outside was our other REM Pod.
When I asked the one lady to come sit in the chair, the ghost box got really quiet, then the REM pod outside the door started going off (which I had never seen it do before). I invited the spirit in the room, and all of a sudden, in rapid succession, the REM Pod outside the door lit up, then the doll full on blinked like a Christmas tree, with every sensor going off, and then the EMF detector and the REM Pod in the chair both went off. It was literally as if someone had just rushed into the room. The whole atmosphere in the room changed and the ghost box loudly said, in a deep voice, "Get out." We tried to joke it off, but I had serious goosebumps that got even worse when it told us to get out a second time in the same voice. I think that's the only time I have ever told the guests that this would be the best time to leave.
1) Now, this story occurred before we were even open for business and still just investigating and getting to know the building and the equipment ourselves. Jim and I were in an otherwise empty warehouse, sitting in the Gribble House area and doing a ghost box session, each with a headphone in our ear. I was sitting right next to the door and all of a sudden clearly heard my name called, as if someone were standing behind me. But I was busy with my session, so I ignored it, thinking maybe Garry had somehow walked in without me hearing (if you've ever investigated with us, you know the door leading in and out of the briefing room has a loud squeak that can't be ignored, so this would be a hard thing to do). Then, I heard it again and, about thirty seconds later, again. Now, this time, I took the headphone out of my ear, got up, and went, "What?!" out the door, thinking I'd run right into Garry, but absolutely nothing and no one was in the warehouse.
After that, something followed me home, but you can read about that in our previous post here.
I'm sure, as time goes on, more things will happen, and then I will just have to revisit with more of Tracy's Gribble House Masterpiece Theatre.