Mmost of the paranormal phenomena I mentioned occurred in my home. However, this took place many kilometers from my home and only I witnessed it. I live in Mendenhall Valley in Juneau, and the high school I attend is downtown, so just getting to and from school takes a long time. Sometimes my family and I go on a road trip and just drive around downtown out of sheer boredom. On this occasion, it was my parents' anniversary and my dad wanted to show my mom this neat trail that he noticed at work. We all got into the car (me, my brother and our parents) and drove to the center. The trail leads to one of the slopes of the mountain and the hike, if you go all the way, will take about a day. We decided to just follow the trail to the ancient entrance to one of the mines scattered around here.
All of these mines are closed and have been in existence for decades. Because of this, they are dusty, gloomy and just plain creepy. Anyway, when we got to the ancient mine, outside there was a tiny exhibition showing some of the ancient tools used in the mines. My parents and brother checked it out while I wandered aimlessly (I seem to have a tiny attention span). I started digging this rock and it happened to land in the mine. I followed him and then I realized where I was. There was a rusty gate with signs saying “Closed, don't enter” and stuff like that. About ten feet beyond the gate was a really gigantic pile of rocks that separated the rest of the shaft. I assumed it was one of the many mines that had collapsed.
It was afternoon, so when I started feeling the chills, I noticed it almost immediately. The underground wind changed direction and instead of blowing towards me, it began to pull me closer to the gate. Inside, I suddenly saw four or five men wearing sullied white shirts and jeans with suspenders. They all had a pickaxe on their shoulder and stopped walking when they seemed to notice me watching them. They had no eyes, just these black, empty holes, and I couldn't move. Suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of utter despair and fear. At the same time, the men stretched out their free hands and pointed their fingers at me, as if they were accusing me of something.
The next thing I knew, my mother grabbed me, shook me, and screamed, “Tiffany, Tiffany, what happened? What happened?” I realized I was outside the covered mine entrance and didn't feel so desperate. I replied to my mother, “I'm fine,” or something like that. Apparently, while I was watching the men, my parents and brother started walking back to the car. Mom noticed I wasn't with them and came back to find me. When she returned to the mine entrance, she heard me making that terrible sound. She told me she ran and grabbed me, telling me I was deathly pale, staring at something that wasn't there, and saying over and over, “I didn't do it, I didn't do it.”
She got me away from the mine and then everything was fine. I didn't even remember anything other than seeing the men pointing at me, so I told her what I saw, but she didn't see the men and thought I had just had an episode or something. I forgot about it and didn't think much about it. It happened in the middle of the day, around 2:00 in the afternoon, and we were nowhere near the river or our house. The more I thought about what I had seen, the more I realized that these people must have died when the mine collapsed. Why they accused me of this, I don't know. But I haven't been there since then. At least not that far up the trail. The lower half is used as an outdoor runway for gym classes, and every time I walk this route I start to get a pain behind my right ear that gets worse and worse until I almost can't stand it anymore.
Does anyone have any insight into why I might be feeling this? Any comments will be welcome.
