This is one of those circumstances that many would try to explain with science or psychology, but let me tell you this was as real as it gets. I was with my girlfriend and we decided to be a little rebellious and take a trip to the abandoned movie theater where we would drink underage as kids.

The theater had closed down in the early 1990s after the entire strip mall went under. Some say that the strip is haunted by a man who died there during a construction accident while building it, but I always though that it was complete idiocy; the only thing haunting the place was bad location, or so I thought.

It had been awhile since we went to the old theater, probably about 5 years or so (boredom will get ya sometimes). So we took our fifth of Canadian Mist down to the dilapidated theater for some nostalgic experiences of youth, rebellion, and some good old fashioned illegality.

What a wreck. It was even worse than I remember it. The place had a back door that nobody ever seemed to realize was broken and would not lock. Since a teenager I'd been sneaking into the establishment and still nobody was any the wiser. There were empty packs of cigarettes and beer bottles in the place older than me (I don't think I was the only vandal/miscreant to frequent the place, but I'd never seen anyone else there at the same time).

Perhaps I'm a tiny bit depraved, but I decided that my girlfriend looked beautiful in the midst of the rat infested utterly filthy wake of an abandoned movie theater. As I began removing her clothes I heard a loud crash from behind us near the theater entrance. My girlfriend and I jumped about six feet and began laughing hysterically as we realized that the door had been flung open by the wind.

We got back to our business and heard it again. Now I was a little upset. I decided to block the door with a large rock as to not be disturbed again by mother nature. For the third time I began undressing my girlfriend when AGAIN the door flung open. Aghast, I stormed up to the door with the intention of rolling a boulder in front of it and froze when I saw that the rock had been flung halfway across the room in at a perfect 90 degree angle from the base of the door.

Knowing that the wind could not have possibly performed such a task, I began looking around for forms of life. Was this the night that the hooligans who haunted Cinema 14 would meet?

I grabbed a large piece of metal that had shed from the structure of the building, and began skulking around the theater like a killer in a horror flick. My girlfriend clung to the back of my shirt, petrified.

What happened next is a sight I will never forget.

Like the scene in the Exorcist, various debris and structural fixtures began moving sporadically. Some simply vibrating, and some shooting clear across the cement floor.

This is when we decided it was time to go....and never come back.

Many of our friends joked about a bad acid trip and various other reasons attempting to explain what we saw, but none were satisfactory. My now wife and I never bring the story up, and never went back to the theater even after it had been torn down.