My brother and I went there together, he being really into that kind of stuff. We went up to the church and started looking around for all the rumored stuff. We found all the bottles, unbroken of course. We tried to break them against the church, and sure enough we couldn't.

It was delightful winter day in Kansas, probably 10 degrees F, if that. I started to get little cocky, and told the devil to show himself if he had the balls. I immediately became so warm that sweat started dripping off my forehead. I was a little freaked out, because it seemed that I had stepped into an oven. My brother was on the other side of the church, and I called out to him. Sure enough, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he was also sweating profusely. We bugged out. Unfortunately, as we hurried down the hill towards his car, we noticed that it was on fire.

As opposed to your bug-eyed avatar?

I tried to drag my wife out there with me, but she is scared of the dark. Hiding under the bed wearing a werewolf mask and grabbing her ankles after she watched American Werewolf in London did not help that. Nor did it help her fear of the dark like the time she thought I was upstairs and I was really out in the back yard. She had to feed the animals and I totally caught her off guard by jumping out at her as she rounded the house. Ahh good times.


Anyways, I drove out there and was met by the freakin landowner. I told him I was there to see some relatives, but he questioned why the hell I was there on a Thursday night in November, at 6:30pm. I showed him my old license and told him I just was driving through. He left and I took out my flashlight out and started my way to the church or what was left of it. It was a brisk night and the moon was only a quarter moon. The first thing I noticed was how eerily calm it was. I mean, no noise at all. When its that quiet, everything else is magnified...a tree branch snapping as you step on it, leaves rustling, and your heartbeat. I looked all around, I didnt see any other traffic in the area. That link I have above with the pictures of the church in the sunlight is exactly how it looked too. But I was there at night.

Anyways, I walked around for a bit, flashing the light over to my car, making sure I knew where I had to run in case shit hit the fan. As I crested the small hill I started feeling sick to stomach. The closer I came to the church I was getting dizzy and decided to sit down on a stone. I looked around, still quiet as hell, but the wind was starting to pick up. There was a tree there whose branches sounded like they were whistling. I focused my attention on the church. The roof was caved in and as I stood at the doorway, I shined the light inside. I was looking around for any kind of remnant for proof I was there. Broken glass, old rocks, something that was solid proof.

I looked at my watch…10:30. Damn, had I been there for four hours? SNAP….it was then I think I turned ten shades of white. Behind me, I heard a branch break. That was the wind, it had to be…Do I stand up and flash my light? Do I shout hoping for an answer? Do I just stand up and go all Blair Witch on whatever made that sound? I stand up and flash my light. I see nothing, it had to be the wind. I’m letting this shit get to me. Lets go to the back of the church and check it out. I round the corner of the church and come face to face with a deer. I laugh out loud as the deer bounds off down the hill. Then shit hit the fan.

I went around the back of the church, and looked around for more souvenirs. It was there that I kept noticing how weird it was that a shadow was alongside the wall, when with the direction of my flashlight there shouldn’t be a shadow there at all. This intrigued me and as I walked closer to the wall, thinking it would magnify, it disappeared entirely. I kept walking back about 20 yards and it would appear again, the closer I came to the wall it would never grow or shrink. The time was then after midnight. I spent a lot of time looking around but never could find a good item to bring back.

The globes I seen I cannot explain and talking about them brings back my fear I had at that moment. I’m not sure how they even or where they came from. I had given up on finding a souvenir and was just walking around the church, as I first noticed a glow. It was like a lightning bug, but it was constant. It slowly drifted from the side of the church, down the slope and then back over the fence, and over the road. Maybe it was my time to leave. Seeing the third and fourth one follow the similar paths, confirmed that thought. I briskly walked down the hill, knowing that I had survived Stull cemetery. I made the mistake and looked back at the church area one more time and tripped over a headstone. I bumped my head on a rock and my adrenaline kicked in. I jumped up, ran to the car and drove home.

My avatar is a harmless claymation child character. Nothing spooky about it...













unless you woke up and found Davey staring at you whilst holding a razor.

I so want to go. Too bad the Church has been torn down. BUT THE EVIL REMAINS! I KNOW IT!

Check out this short movie about Stull. Warning! Low production and lame acting.

http://www.shortwarsmovie.com/stullsite/index.htm

Uhhh, you're in a town of 20 inhabitants at the most, in Kansas, of all places- of course you ain't going to hear a sound.

That's nothing more than allowing your mind to make things up in anticipation. You've set your mind to already be terribly forgiving of anything it sees and hears.

Sorry, but this is nothing more than harboring legendary knowledge of the place and making yourself vulnerable to it.

Very interesting story Red, 4 hours went by like nothin' huh??? That seems to be a common theme with strange occurences, having had some of the experiences i've had i certainly believe you. As for GC and Digler i would say be careful, if the evil dont get you the locals might from what i have read.

I dont' know about Stull, Kansas, but as I mentioned in my other thread: I've experienced another known haunted place in the KC area.

I used to work at New Century Air Center years ago, and I can tell you from experience- the place is most certainly spooky. If you really want to get spooked, and I mean spooked- go spend a few hours late one night n the northwestern part of the airport- in or around the hangar in particular. However, I strongly advise NOT to go into the abandoned hangar.

Trust me- I used to be the biggest skeptic until I worked there for a few years in my late teens. For the first couple of years I blamed everything on the winds, stray animals, broken glass, and everything else BUT ghostly spirits.

But, there was one night that literally scared the sh*t out of me. For the next couple of hours, I was still shaking like a leaf on a tree and couldn't hold my beer or my cigarettes straight when the crew and I met for a few beers after work that evening. It's real. If you don't believe me- try it out for yourself some night.

Olathe - New Century Air Center - This location is the former Olathe Naval Air Station, a combat pilot training center from WWII through the Vietnam era. The base was turned over to the local Johnson County Government in the Early 1970s and converted into a commercial airport, industrial complex and business center. Sometime in the late 1950s or early 1960s, A botched night landing in bad weather resulted in a pilot loosing his life when he missed the runway and ended up a ball of JP4 fire in the side of an aircraft hangar. This hangar complex on to which, the airport control tower is connected, is the current home to an Army Reserve Chinook helicopter unit. Paranormal events occur throughout the building. Security guards report voices, whistles, footsteps on the floor and on overhead catwalks. Locks refuse to stay locked and doors open and close without wind or human intervention. Even the occasional apparition makes an appearance. The New Century Air Center was featured last year on an A&E special, "Haunted America."

Went up to that church in high school (Went to Shawnee Heights which is like 5-8 miles from it) There were some strange boards with satanic writing on them. We were in two cars and one of the drunk asses from the other car took one of the boards and put it in the trunk. We all left and about a mile from Shawnee Heights the second car over heated.

At this point we were a bit freaked so we just left the car and piled into the first car and bounced. In the morning they told me the car had snapped two belts and the board was gone.

Sorry, Stull isn't even mentioned here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_gates_of_hell

There should be a Chiefsplanet party at Stull, followed by drunken debauchery at the Outhouse in Lawrence.


Strippers and Satan go hand in hand....

Holy cow! I feel like I've been there now. Just like Redrum_69, 5 minutes flew by like nothing and I got sick to my stomach.

Listening to these bullshit tales, and watching the morans (cp spelling) eat it up is a better story than Stull, Ks. itself.

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