the tunnel-Deer Lodge the old Montana prison
by reporter Allison Maier
The room was cold and I heard footsteps in the hall. Valerie invited whomever it was to come inside, but nobody appeared. She kept following dark shadows with her eyes and, even though I couldn't see them, I was apt to believe her by this point in the night. The flashlight flipped on from its resting point on the desk. I noticed it before Valerie and David did, but I didn't want to say anything.
Valerie asked the unseen being in the room to turn the light off again and, this time, it did. I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to commend the ghost for this effort. Then Valerie said she was feeling uneasy and I agreed, perhaps too eagerly, that it was time to leave.
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the tunnel-Deer Lodge the old Montana prison
by reporter Allison Maier
The room was cold and I heard footsteps in the hall. Valerie invited whomever it was to come inside, but nobody appeared. She kept following dark shadows with her eyes and, even though I couldn't see them, I was apt to believe her by this point in the night. The flashlight flipped on from its resting point on the desk. I noticed it before Valerie and David did, but I didn't want to say anything.
Valerie asked the unseen being in the room to turn the light off again and, this time, it did. I'm not sure why, but I felt compelled to commend the ghost for this effort. Then Valerie said she was feeling uneasy and I agreed, perhaps too eagerly, that it was time to leave.
the rest of the story www.mtstandard.com/news/local/article_ecf4ad6c-e4fc-11df-...