today is the 16th anniversary of kurt cobain being found dead, estimating the actual day he died was the 5th. this meant the end of grunge, and the start of metal making a comeback
have you guys heard of the "13 Steps to Hell" legend... from Washington State.
Supposedly there's a cemetery that contains a stairwell that was built for some below-grade tomb for some well-to-do family..... well; according to the tales; people that would descend these steps would suffer various things before reaching the bottom of the steps... where the occurrences always coincided; They had vivid visions of Hell.
Some would go insane on their way down, some would pass out and go into comas, there's even tales of a person going down, coming back up, and never speaking another word for the rest of their life. Here's somebody's "account" of what they went through at these steps:
Hello all,
I just found this site after surfing around while watching an episode of the TV show A Haunting on Discovery Channel.
The show made me think of the 13 Steps To Hell :::
I think it was 1988, we in the Seattle Bat Cave (before "goths") scene were all about checking out stuff like this. A group of us headed out to the cemetary in Maltby one warm summer night. We made sure we would get there as close to midnight as possible for best effect. After about a hour of creeping around we finally found it. You could not see the bottom with what moon light was available and when we tried a flashlight the same result was true. We could not see the bottom. It was frightening and one of the girls was so freaked she couldn't even look down into the staircase. After some nervous joking around to calm her down I decided I was going to go for it. As I walked down the first two steps I started to feel a little sick and the next steps I felt an unexplainable light headed-ness. When I stepped down on the sixth step I became so cold that I couldn't breath and I could hear muffled yelling and screaming. I was not going any further ... I couldn't even take the next step. When I turn my back to walk back up I could feel a pushing on my back and I could not see out up to my friends clearly. Finally I reached the top steps I realized the yelling and screaming was coming from my friends who were franticly telling me that they had lost sight of me. I am six feet tall, I couldn't have been out of sight having only gone down half way down. Needless to say we were all completely freaked out and got the hell out of there as quickly as our pointy Fluvoges would let us. To this day, every now and then I dream about that staircase and I always wake up cold.
I don't see how that would actually be possible. If I look at it through the paranormal window though, anything is possible. I want to see if this shit is real or not, if that means just going down 3 steps, so be it.
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I'll always remember that.
who here believes the conspiracy that he was killed and didn't kill himself?
LOL,Thank You Katia.
I guess I should have made a thread saying its my birthday but that's just not me.
I have old Balls.
and RIP
I guess I'll be the on the one to pass out party hats. Come on we cant all be down now can we?
Supposedly there's a cemetery that contains a stairwell that was built for some below-grade tomb for some well-to-do family..... well; according to the tales; people that would descend these steps would suffer various things before reaching the bottom of the steps... where the occurrences always coincided; They had vivid visions of Hell.
Some would go insane on their way down, some would pass out and go into comas, there's even tales of a person going down, coming back up, and never speaking another word for the rest of their life. Here's somebody's "account" of what they went through at these steps:
Hello all,
I just found this site after surfing around while watching an episode of the TV show A Haunting on Discovery Channel.
The show made me think of the 13 Steps To Hell :::
I think it was 1988, we in the Seattle Bat Cave (before "goths") scene were all about checking out stuff like this. A group of us headed out to the cemetary in Maltby one warm summer night. We made sure we would get there as close to midnight as possible for best effect. After about a hour of creeping around we finally found it. You could not see the bottom with what moon light was available and when we tried a flashlight the same result was true. We could not see the bottom. It was frightening and one of the girls was so freaked she couldn't even look down into the staircase. After some nervous joking around to calm her down I decided I was going to go for it. As I walked down the first two steps I started to feel a little sick and the next steps I felt an unexplainable light headed-ness. When I stepped down on the sixth step I became so cold that I couldn't breath and I could hear muffled yelling and screaming. I was not going any further ... I couldn't even take the next step. When I turn my back to walk back up I could feel a pushing on my back and I could not see out up to my friends clearly. Finally I reached the top steps I realized the yelling and screaming was coming from my friends who were franticly telling me that they had lost sight of me. I am six feet tall, I couldn't have been out of sight having only gone down half way down. Needless to say we were all completely freaked out and got the hell out of there as quickly as our pointy Fluvoges would let us. To this day, every now and then I dream about that staircase and I always wake up cold.
Thanks for a place to tell my story.