Hauntings

This is a general Story about the Hauntings at Elks Lodge in San Bernardino.

My Name is “M”. When I first started working for the Lodge I was unknowing of the location. Never heard of it before.

I was brought to the lodge to work for the Lodge and Owner Amos Wallace.

At first every day a different event.

Then the cannabis events took over every day.

I got to know some People who have been involved with the Elks Lodge for a long time.

These Stories I didn’t hear till a few years in working for the Lodge.

Part 1:

There was a guy who was always around but didn’t talk to anyone really. Him and I would sit and talk away from the crowds. He’s a very social person just not into the large crowds. He will talk on a personal real level but not hang in the big groups.

He was very disliked by Amos Wallace. I didn’t know that at first till Amos would tell me not to talk to him.

I knew their were dynamics of the Elks I did not know.

The talk with this guy was part 1 that began to open my eyes.

I’d sit with Him to get away from the crowds sometimes.

He played me some of the best Music I have ever heard. There was a musician that played at the Elks and was quite enjoyed by many. I was surprised to hear this guy I was talking to made the music with the other guy that played the events. But they had a falling out. Now that beautiful music would never be heard.

He would say little things that helped me to learn the History of the Lodge.

The Lodge was very dirty and we was in the process of renovation.

“It doesn’t matter how much they cover up. I’ll always be able to hear the screams from the rapes and murders and smell the blood of the lost souls.”

He said.

Part 2:

About a year after He told me that I was staying in back of the Elks. No one was inside. Just me sitting with one person in the back.

All of a sudden you hear screaming and scratches all on the walls from the inside and the doors start to shake. It sounded like hundreds of People being tortured. Scratching and pounding at the door and screaming to get out.

Part 3 :

I met an elderly woman who had been attending the Elks since it opened.

I walked with Her through the Lodge.

The pictures of the guys on the walls.

“Lots of evil men on the walls.”

She said.

“The History of this place, the people here and the City is truly evil.