mkrnhr said:
In these following videos, the youtuber who explores abandoned mines as a hobby, has a "spooky encounter" in a spooky place. According to his other videos he doesn't seem to be particularly interested in the paranormal so it is probably genuine:
The Horton Mine, summer 2013
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReYbrlG4BAU
The Horton Mine, summer 2014 (sound towards the end of the exploration)
_https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCy8iWxf1Us
Thanks for all the video's - most of them are like taking a walk into "the Twilight-zone", a TV show that was very popular, years ago.
Mkrnhr, your video's are on abandoned mines. Viewing them, it brought back a memory that happened in my Family in the early 1960's. I was only about 9 or 10 at the time, so wasn't fully aware of the "exact" circumstances but what I witnessed on a visit to my Maternal Grandparent's home left a lasting impression.
Northeastern Pennsylvania, especially the area's outside the City of Scranton, known as Eynon , Carbondale, Simpson and Forest City are dotted by old coal mines. Going in the opposite direction towards Wilkes-Barre are more coal mines. My Grandfather worked in a mine, that they entered in Simpson - road the rail cars about 20-25 minutes down the shaft into the area they were working. About 60 men were working the area and loading up the hoppers on the track. "Something happened" when they started digging deeper into the shaft?
My Grandfather was in his early 60's and had worked the mines for about 38 years, so was a seasoned worker. Out of the 60 or so men that were working with him that day - "all" suffered degrees of physical, emotional and mental distress after the incident in the coal mine. Many, like my Grandfather - had a complete nervous break down! The entrance to the mine was filled in with rock and 'capped' and shut down. The area, then became a dumping ground for the black slit and hard rock removed from the coal, before transportation on the trains, eventually turning the area into a large mountain mound.
My Grandmother had suffered a mild Heart Attack, reason for our visit to my Grandparent's. Concern was also, for my Grandfather. He was prone to episodes of mental distress and bouts of extreme fear, that contoured his facial features. He became, some what like a hermit, wanting to be left alone and by himself. He spent his days, mostly outside on a bench next to the out-house, even in Winter.
The day of our visit, family was inside taking care of my Grandmother, when my Grandfather (sitting outside) suddenly experienced one of his fear based episodes. I happened to be in the garden, a few feet from him. My Father and my Uncle came out of the house, both began telling him, in so many words "It's OK - your Home! It's safe here!" My Grandfather was standing on the bench and trying to climb up on the roof of the outhouse - screaming something about "Ant-Men" "got to get away" and other mumblings. I was ordered to - get into the house - even though I was just standing in the garden, a distance away. Once inside the house, I sat on a kitchen chair. the rest of the family were in the Parlor. Their discussion was on the different family's that had moved away and only a small hand full of the men my Grandfather worked with, were still in town. Conversation focused on the men's families and their hardships "after" the incident at the Mine. The men claimed to have hit a void - in a large solid coal vein - that left an opening to the other side. As they used picks to widen the hole, to see if there was a cavern on the other side - dark leathery things came out from the hole - 2 legged creatures - about 3 and a half to 4 foot tall with Ant looking heads - and began attacking the coal miners.
I was young and basically took their conversation - as some type of fairy tale, much like the books I was reading to my younger Brothers, who were 3 and 5 years old. A few months later, my Grandmother passed away, then my Grandfather. Other than that one visit, nothing was ever mentioned about the "Ant-Men" again and I soon forgot about it.
