r/SlappedHam

I’ve shared my experience regarding the old auditorium at Jerome High School before, but I need to talk about what happened immediately after.

​As the tour group moved on, I had to follow them down into the basement, right next to the boiler room. If the auditorium had an "intense" energy, the basement was something else entirely. It was pitch black, and the air felt heavy with a deep, dark presence.

​My body started reacting before I even fully processed the room. My hair stood on end, I was covered in gooseflesh, and that "eerie presence" I’ve felt before was dialed up to ten. My survival instinct was screaming at me to turn around and get out of that basement.

​But then, the weirdest thing happened: my logical brain took the wheel.

​I found myself in this bizarre, involuntary tug-of-war. Part of me was terrified, I genuinely didn’t want to see anything in that dark space. I was physically recoiling from the atmosphere. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop looking. My eyes were glued to the shadows, desperately scanning, forced by some strange compulsion to observe what was there.

​It was a total "push-pull" feeling within myself, the visceral fear of the unknown fighting against the clinical curiosity of the observer. I’ve always felt I had a certain sensitivity to these things, but I’ve never felt my own biology fight against my conscious mind like that.

​Has anyone else ever felt that "push-pull" sensation when investigating a location? That feeling where your body is begging you to leave, but your brain refuses to look away? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

​I got back home to Tucson this evening. I wear a silver chain that I have had for over 20 years. I took it off last night and put it back on this morning. Took it off tonight and it just practically fell off. I look and it's still clasped. It look like it had been pulled or jerked off my neck. I have no explanation and is the reason I'm sharing this story.

​Just got back from Jerome, AZ after my girlfriend and I stayed Saturday night in the Jerome Grand Hotel. We stayed in Room 12, which was Claude Harvey's living quarters. This was verified by hotel staff and the ghost tour guide. Claude Harvey met his demise at the bottom of the hotel elevator shaft. He is a notorious ghost in Jerome. This is not where my experience occurred.

​My girlfriend and I last minute signed up for a ghost tour, filling the last 2 spots. We were assigned EMF readers and spirit boxes. Our first stop was a parking lot. Truth be told, we thought it was a scam walking around in between cars with these readers. We were told the many parking lots were where structures previously stood before being burned down from multiple fires.

​Next, we went to a church. We couldn't go in and walked around front. No hits in the equipment. We then went to the same building the ghost tour's office was in. The heading talked of arson and a drug/alcohol smuggler during prohibition. We were dared to go into a back corner but unfortunately, nothing.

​The last stop was the smelter. A tale of burned bodies mixed with smelt creating the very concrete and asphalt that created buildings and streets. Literal streets of ashes of the deceased beneath our feet.

​The tour came to an end unless you bought the whole package. We decided to tag along and pay the extra fee.

​Next stop was the Jerome High School. The building was spooky from the outside. Entering felt eerie. Was told it was used for art studios and band practices in many different rooms. The auditorium was untouched and undergoing some repair.

​After some history, the group started to move towards the stage. My EMF reader went from green to yellow. I was shocked and eagerly asked, "Am I alone?" No answer on the spirit box. I started walking more and it stayed yellow. I checked to see if my cell phone was running interference or the spirit box. I asked, "What is your name?" Then came "Wilbur." I asked to repeat and nothing. My girlfriend saw me stalling and came over to me. I heard creaking in the chairs slightly above where I was standing. I was afraid to actually see something there but there was nothing to see. I could feel it. When my girlfriend came closer, I could feel the presence behind me. I asked, "Are you behind me?" and no answer. My girlfriend told me we need to stay with the group. The EMF reader went down to 2 green dots.

​She then started to walk away and the EMF reader went to orange then back to yellow. I said out loud, "I need to go." The spirit box said, "Don't leave." I freaked a minute trying to process what was happening. I started walking and the box says, "Don't." I kept walking and the EMF reader went back to one green dot.

​I didn't understand what happened. We went downstairs to the boiler room which is another experience, and another room. Upon leaving, we went back through the auditorium. I said out loud, "I'm leaving, Wilbur," and my EMF reader went back to yellow. I couldn't believe it. As soon as we walked out of the auditorium, it went back to one green.

​Afterwards, we went to the cemetery and I got nothing. Just saw a couple scorpions. The tour was over.

​We returned to the hotel which is another story.

Has anyone else had physical objects tampered with after a Jerome tour? Specifically the high school?