My Childhood: Vaile’s RevengeMy parents were really cool and enjoyed taking us kids on what th

My Childhood: Vaile’s RevengeMy parents were really cool and enjoyed taking us kids on what they called “Spooky Drives.” This entailed loading up on protective items like crosses, holy water, and garlic, and taking drives along haunted roads, taking walks in cemeteries, and always my favorite, the Vaile Mansion. I always took these spooky drives very seriously, and was always reverent and respectful to the dead and spirits around us, but my brother however liked to show off how bad he could be to our parents. “No,” was an invitation, and ghosts were not a threat to him… Yet.That night we went on a spooky drive. Our first stop was a local cemetery whose name I can’t remember. There were some raised graves with big stone lids that my brother decided to climb onto and do a little dance. I knew then that there would be consequences, and could feel the negative energy rise.We had to call the night off early because at the next stop, the Vaile, my brother ran up to the door and kicked it. Not a second after he kicked that door, vomit came spraying out of his mouth and nose in a violent torrent. His head swam with a sudden migraine and he doubled over from the pain of his head and the burning liquid being rejected from his wee body. Having become terribly ill out of nowhere, we had to take him home. He was sick for days. To this day he feels like it was the house that made him sick, and he has treated it and all paranormal sites or graves with respect. -- source link

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