It all started when i was a kid going to work with my dad, we both developed a crazy bond with on of his coworkers… Years go by that friend had passed away and from then on it sparked a slight interest in the afterlife. Rather it’s me grieving or it something that was real nobody would ever know. However, I knew what I heard from either the knocking, footsteps and even the disembodied voices that nobody could explain, and it was never different places… always the same locations- at my dads work. Voices never changed, the same heavy footsteps, even when nobody was round and it was always… ALWAYS in the same exact spots- rather I went to them after his passing or even today.
Every time one of those noises came up, i told my dad and every time he shrugs it off. Like most people he never believed me, until that moment he and another coworker talked about his friend that passed away, lights would flicker, more knocking and heavy footsteps out of nowhere like he could hear or even try to tell us something.

I’ve always believed in the paranormal; However, without my experiences I probably wouldn’t believe as much as I do today, but probably as much as your typical ghost hunter’s tv show feeling.

- Ryne