The Holly Cottage at Forest Haven is fascinating. I want to paint a portrait of the feeling I got when I walked into the building. I'm told that very little is known about the history of Holly Cottage and the purpose it served. It was built in 1931, so there was plenty of residual energy to tap into. Immediately upon walking into the building I was hit with an overwhelming sense of joy and happiness. It was a strange sensation and seemed out of place given the dark history of the institution itself.
I immediately got a sense of children dancing, singing and playing. I believe I described it in the video as jubilant. My counterpart picked up that it seemed like it was also a place of learning - where students came to study. As we walked through and examined the room more carefully, we came across several old leather school portfolios, which validated that sense. They were worn and empty, but the buckles on the outside gave their purpose away. I got a sense that the children looked forward to visiting this place - it was part of their regular routine. Whether it was daily or weekly I couldn't discern. On some level it felt like both. I didn't sense any active entities in this building, but the rich residual energy was strong enough to paint this picture of this place of happiness and learning. Children coming and going. Laughing, playing, dancing, singing. Writing letters to their families from inside the walls.
Interestingly enough, on our way to the Holly building, my friend and I both sensed an entire group of ghost children running through the woods adjacent to the building, chasing one another and playing tag. It seemed out of place, because those woods were also adjacent to the wall of dark energy I described running into in my first post. But feeling what we felt in Holly, it now made more sense that the children spirits would stick to a place that brought them what was likely a rare occurrence of joy and happiness.
The Holly building is shaped like an "L", and so when we turned the corner into the next room, the vibe was completely different. The ceiling had fallen. Debris from the building itself littered the floor. Moss grew on the floor of the building. We didn't spend a lot of time there, as we were headed toward the basement.
Now to the dichotomy. What was joyful and jubilant in the entrance room turned decidedly darker as I approached the stairway to the basement. Just like when I ran into the wall of dark energy before, I was stopped in my tracks. "Something doesn't want us down there." Came out of my mouth. Turns out I was right. At the time I didn't think whatever wished us to stay away was dark, but it didn't feel friendly either. We first walked through a section of the basement that felt benign. Our guide wondered at the purpose of the rooms in this part of the basement. He suggested they might be old jail cells, but the feeling down there was not one of imprisonment. My friend and I both agreed it was more like administrative or logistical in nature.
As we turned the corner into another section of the basement, our guide told us a story about how one of their friends walked over to a particular section of the room and stood motionless, as if he was in a trance. It took our guide and another buddy a few minutes to get this person to snap out of it.
It was dark. Really dark. As I approached the room I sensed a demon crouching in the corner of the room. I could see its outline. Black as black could be. I saw its sinewy muscles stretched taught over its frame. It had horns and long claws on its hands and feet. Thankfully the protections we had over us pushed this thing away. I really wouldn't want to get any closer to it than we already were. I absolutely refused to walk into that room until I had reinforced my protections. I knew whatever was in there (besides the demon) wasn't something to be messed with. As we walked into the room and through a wire fence, my counterpart whispered "It's a portal." I had mentioned that my friend can see into the spirit world, so they were able to clearly see this enormous dark portal in the wall in the corner.
After identifying the source of this dark energy, we discussed it with our guide. His buddy getting 'stuck' staring at the wall made a lot more sense now. I told our guide that that's what portals do - they suck you in and can put you in a trance. It also made sense that I didn't feel the demonic presence I had felt before I walked into the room. Our protection of light likely pushed this thing back into the portal and away from us. Thank goodness. My friend walked over and described the portal's opening. It was large. Very large. As high as the walls of the basement, wide, and incredibly deep. Cavernous. It pushed out beyond the walls as well and outside of the building. My spiritual friend hypothesizes that there is a labyrinth of connected portals all over the Forest Haven Campus. It would make a lot of sense. I know there's a portal somewhere in the woods, and another one in the Chapel.
What a very strange building indeed. Upstairs: joy, happiness. Downstairs: dark and foreboding. Our guide said "I'm surprised you couldn't sense it from upstairs." My friend and I both agreed. After all, the portal in the basement was directly under the room we first entered. Whether it was the protections we had covered ourselves in that served as a filter, or the residual happy, light energy from the room upstairs masked the darkness underneath, I couldn't say.
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