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  • I'm not an expert on paranormal activities, supernatural phenomenons, or UFOs. All I know is that there are certain things in this world that we cannot explain and probably never will.

    The same goes for my first voyage to George's Island.

    Out in Boston Harbor sits an Island upon which rests a fort, Fort Warren. The installation has served many purposes, but is predominantly known for being a prison during the Civil War for confederate soldiers. Although the prison was in good standing order with penal codes and was actually not a terrible place to be incarcerated, there is a legend of "The Lady in Black," a woman who tried to aid a prisoner in escape, only to be caught and executed. She was hung in a black robe, hence the name. She has been reported to confront officers on duty at the fort, among other eerie sightings.

    The fort today is more of a park than anything else, though the dark hallways mixed with fog coming off the water can paint a totally different portrait. I first visited the island while working at a summer camp. We were to spend the day on the island, eat lunch, and take the boat back home. A routine expedition if ever there was one.

    Upon first glance I was impressed by how well the structure has withstood the test of time. Though some chambers and buildings are off limits, for the most part you have free reign over the fort. The campers were enjoying the spooky, pitch-black hallways, though some were clinging to my camp shirt. My flashlight led the way and we all got out safely.

    However I did encounter one particular room that has stuck with me ever since. There is an opening to a chamber that leads down a really dark hallway. I was feeling my way down the wall and using the flashlight as a guide. The air was damp and heavy. My finger tips found a gap in the bricks. It was a doorway. The small entryway led to another chamber. This room had an opening in the roof in the shape of a cross. The kids were really spooked at this point. Other counselors too had the heebeegeebees, too. The room was very large. The light in the middle offered little to illuminate the rest of the room. We hung around for a little while then decided to leave.

    I was the last one out of the chamber. I decided to let my group go ahead and I would catch up. I wanted to snap a picture of the chamber to look at later. I grabbed my phone and turned back into the room. Walking in I felt different. It was almost like someone was on the other side waiting for me. I approached with caution and stepped into the chamber. As soon as my foot hit the ground I got chills up my back. We've all had chills before when something cold touches you or a certain material grazes your arm. Those are normal. I felt this through my entire body. I leaned into the room as far as I could. The chill continued. I snapped the picture and ran out. The chill left immediately.

    Unfortunately the picture was too dark. Only a white spot on the floor that was hard to distinguish from just an ordinary white spot. Even though I wanted to take a picture to remember the room by, I don't think I'll be forgetting the feeling I got any time soon. It wasn't a hand on my shoulder or a whisper in my ear. It was just a feeling I had. It was the strongest feeling I've ever had.

    I returned to the island later that summer. I went back to the same chamber, this time armed with a DSLR camera. I took a bunch of photos. None of them came out quite right, at least as far as capturing any phenomenon. I tried using the flash, delayed flash, different exposures. Everything. The only clear picture I got is featured above. It's the same chamber from the doorway where I got that chill. It's a normal looking room. You can just make out hole in the top. It looks like a red spot from the moisture entering the room. Just some bricks, cement, and air. Nothing more to see.

    Still, I know I wasn't alone in that chamber, and that's pretty cool if you ask me.
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