I have never been on an actual investigation. But as far as scariest ghost/spirit/demonic related event I would say mine was as a 6th grader up in Pocatello. My grandparents lived in an old house across from the train tracks that was once a bordello. Eventually they had another house built next to the bordello house and they moved into that. But that was after living in the bordello house for at least 16 years and with many children. I call it the bordello house because it was once a literal bordello/bar back in the days of the lawless west. It was built right across from where the train tracks came through just for that purpose. My aunts and uncles have some stories that would make your hair stand up. Anyhow I used to stay the night at my grandparents new house and would sleep on the couch in the living room that was right behind the big windows which overlooked the old bordello house. At night I would look out the window and see all these glowing eyes looking out at me from the broken out windows of that house. Which were likely cats, but still.... So I was already creeped out by it. Well a couple years later I was over there at that property for some reason. We were exploring around the old bordello house, which by they way, is a two story house with a balcony and is red. A pretty big house. So while exploring, a couple of uncles, who were more like big brothers and close in age, tricked me into going into the cellar of the bordello house and then closed and locked the door. Now you want to talk about terror? OH MY GOD. I don't know if the house still had power, but the only light was down at the bottom of the stairs. There was no way in hades I was going to walk down those stairs and find out if the light worked. So I screamed for a while and finally just got quiet hoping If I did not move and was quiet anything that might be there would not know I was there. I began to actually feel the hair on my body stand up. And fear was welling up in my even more. And I swear there was something down at the bottom of those stairs. I am pretty sure I was crying at this point. Then I began to hear the old wooden stairs creak at the bottom as if something was coming up the stairs. Step by step by step. And it was a slow methodical climb. I lost it. I turned back to the door and began banging as hard as I could and screaming my head off. My uncles opened the door and I ran out as fast as I have ever ran in my life.
there are other stories about that house as well. It was most definitely haunted. And not in a good way.
