Every paranormal investigator is asked, "Where's the scariest place you've ever investigated?" There's always one location that gets to you, follows you home, and beckons you to come back, even though the thought of it gives you chills and you've told yourself to not think about it. From the get-go, mine was always Fort Delaware. It was my first investigation, and was where I had my first real paranormal experience. It still calls me back. But we all have that one location that shakes an investigator to our core. If it hasn't happened yet, it will, and when it does, it quite possibly can make or break you, if you let it. This location almost broke me, in more ways than one.

I was torn if I should write my story and tell it as it happened. It's been six years since my terrifying night, and I still remember it like it was just hours ago. I buried a lot of my memories of it deep down inside of me. At first, I found it hard to dig those memories up. After several weeks of writing The Horrors of the House of Wills, it all started flowing out, all the emotions and feelings I felt that night and for many months after that. I had been asked to write this book for several years by multiple people, and the time was never right. Suddenly one night, something just clicked in me, and I started writing and didn't stop for three months. When it comes down to this location, with all that has occurred there over the last ten years, there are no good guys or bad guys in this story. Just different people with different belief systems that all made this place as haunted as it is, in my opinion. All these different types of energies collided in the spot that we call the House of Wills. I think it was meant to be that way, and it's quite possible that we all were predetermined to meet there. In some cosmic way, who knows if this location didn't draw all our different energies there to make it what it is today. It’'s almost like the House of Wills is a giant lighthouse drawing people closer to shore, like a lost ship in the night.

The reason why I wrote The Horrors of the House of Wills and why I believe I am qualified to do so is that I spent many years listening to and investigating eyewitness reports from the House of Wills, not to mention my time spent at the actual location and my experiences that followed while at and after leaving the property. I spent thirteen hours in-person investigating the House of Wills, gathering evidence and firsthand accounts of what I witnessed with my team. I compiled what happened, from my perspective, after leaving the building and what continued to occur over a period of one month after the visit.

The story I am about to tell is completely true. It includes eyewitnesses and my own perspective of what led up to, occurred during, and followed the in-person investigation at the House of Wills. Some of what you are about to read in this story may be disturbing.

This is the story of my time spent at the House of Wills.

Excerpted from The Horrors of the House of Wills by Daryl Marston.