Have you ever seen anything creepy?

Gota get this thread going again, these stories are great.
When I was like 16 right before we all got or license we would go hang out in this old summer camp that had a bunch of old bunk houses and some empty swimming pools. One night right at about dusk or a little after I started getting a scary feeling. I dont of my buddies and the girls did too or of me saying something made them scare themselves but the girls wanted to leave. We tried to just push it out of our heads but about a half hour later fully dark now we hear stuff in the woods moving all around us. Then I kid you not a huge log flew out into the field like a warning to get the hell out of here from something that was obviously strong enough to pick up a lot that would probably have take. 2 of use to throw that far. I don't think I've ever run so fast all the way back to the house I still to this day hike those power lines near there and always get back well before dark lol
 
Well, I began reading this at like 2 this morning. Just finished. Not gonna sleep till at least tonight. So many just get too close to things I've experienced.

Sleep paralysis is awful, let me just say that. For me it was often a formless, but definitely "not naturally there," shadow that I couldn't take my eyes off of. But worse was the little guy with long fingers. I can't even type about it without the hair on my neck standing up. He was small, but his skin looked papery and discolored like a very ancient person, but the main thing was his hands. I would open my eyes, unable to move, looking just at the edge of my bed where my left foot lay. I couldn't even move my eyes from that spot, and I wished I could after the first time. I would see a long, jagged fingernail crawl its way over the edge of my bed. Then a long, twig like finger with big arthritic joints would follow. Then the sunken, dead hand. And it would creep its way along my sheets, disturbing them so I could feel it on my foot, but I couldnt move. Then it would slip its index finger just under my covers and start to scratch my foot. But it would get harder and harder, then it would move closer till I couldn't stand it. Then it would finally raise its mishapen head, with sunken, lifeless black eyes. And it would look into my eyes.
Then I would wake.

I also recently found out that my Father and I both saw an unnatural shadow floating around our property, and especially in our attic. We also both have dreams of fighting the devil.
 
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Great thread here. I have a few stories to share, some strange and some that are natural but just scary.

First one was the time I was about 8 and driving in the car with my parents. We were on a back road miles from any houses and say a young girl, maybe 4-5 years old standing on the side of the road in long white dress type nightgown thing. We slammed on the brakes and by the time we slid to a stop in the dust, she was gone. There were bare fields on both sides and absolutely nowhere she could have gone.

Second I was driving down a deserted gravel road after midnight when I was 16, and saw an approaching car. I pulled over when I crested the hill to avoid it and the car was now sitting with the lights off on the side of the road. The car was a late 60s dodge, and there was nobody around. Nobody in the car, nobody in the ditch or fields and no trees within any distance they could have possibly ran in the 30 seconds since I first saw the lights. I had been hunting that day so I got out with my rifle over my shoulder, and the hood of the car was cold, meaning it likely had not been running for quite some time, if at all recently. There were no keys in the ignition when I looked through the windows, and I did not even think to check the license plate at the time.

Another time I was out bowhunting and shot a deer. It was getting dark by the time tracked and tagged it so I started dragging it alone back towards the truck. I could hear leaves moving and the odd twig snap but could never see anything in the bush behind me with my flashlight. I got more and more panicked since all I had was a bow and a knife, and the area is home to Bears and cougars. Finally I decided to ditch the deer at the edge of the bush and head for the truck. After getting to the truck I drove across the field to the treeline with the lights off using the moon. When I got close to the trees I threw my flood lights on and saw six coyotes spread out in the treeline about 10 yards behind my deer. They took off when I honked the horn and flashed the lights, but I was glad I got out of there when I did and headed for the truck.
 
I have a really good one for you guys. Not really creepy as in occult but definitely a potentially dangerous encounter with a seemingly madman.

A long time ago when I was about 11 years old my father and I went to a local park to walk our little Miniature Pinscher. That park is normally a nice recreational area for mountain bikers joggers and jet skiers (as there is a large lake/reservoir located in the middle of the park) However it was during winter time and it was already getting dark pretty quickly. We were halfway done with our little hike when we see a guy (he looked to be around 18) running as fast as he can and with a very scared look on his face like if he had seen the devil. I was a little boy at the time so I didn't even think much of it, but my dad was on full alert. A couple of minutes later another guy comes out of nowhere and starts charging at us. He looked like we was in his early 20's and on some sort of drug. He was kind of a big scary looking dude. Anyways he starts running in our direction and then yells "YOU READY FOR THIS!?" Then my dad gets in front of me with his fists clenched and ready to engage in hand to hand combat. My dad just stands his ground ready for the worst and then all of the sudden the guy stops dead in front of us with a seemingly worried look in his face. He starts to circle us around a little and my dad just follows his circling making eye to eye contact. In the end the guy just stares at him and takes off running. My dad isn't really a scary looking guy but I swear he would destroy most people in a fight. He was raised in the ghetto from the slums of Mexico City where he was used to fighting with some really tough and crazy people mostly every day. He is a black belt in karate and a brown belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and is very strong and athletic for his age.

Anyways that's probably been one of the trippiest moments of my life. Now that I analyze the situation what if the guy was trying to kill the first kid that ran past us? What if he was high on a drug and out on a rampage and ready to kill whoever got in his way? I don't know what it was that the madman saw in my dad's eyes to run away like that but I'm glad he did.
 
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After sitting around thinking I have thought of a few more creepy things I have seen or heard.

About 40 miles from here was a convent that was at one point a mental hospital run by the nuns. Apparently it was closed down after a few inmates lost it and killed two nuns, decades ago. It has since burned down but we went there a couple of times in our teen years to check it out. We climbed into the bell tower and three of us pulled a huge rope to try getting the bell to ring. It was rusted solid. After leaving the building and walking the 500 yards back to the car in the dark, we heard one gong from the bell. We were freaked out but figured we probably just moved something and it had moved back on its own hitting the bell. A few years ago I was working in the area and talked to a farmer who happened to mention that he had heard the bell twice before in the time he lived there, one of the times being after the church part had burned down. The building was burned down by a kid from another town. He always seemed half normal, but he and a few friends went there a couple times, and about a month after he went the last time he had a mental breakdown. He shot his sisters horse, and the next night burned the convent down. I am in no way saying these are related just saying what happened to the place. However it's ironic that a guy who burns down an asylum end up in a mental hospital for it among other things.
 
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When I was younger, around age 8 or so, I use to sleep in a bunk bed in my room and I always slept on the top bunk. One night I woke up and there was a small green man sitting on top of my desk/book case which was on level nearly with my bunk on the other side of the room. I was terrified and tried to scream but couldnt as he just grinned at me with pointed white teeth. I started balling and was totally freaked screaming until my mom showed up and I told her everything. She settled me down and made everything better (as mothers always do). I went back to sleep. The next day she put a gold holly leaf with red rubies on it hanging on the blinds of my window and said that would keep him ( the grinning man I call him) away and it did. Years later my mom told me that the exact same night I saw him, my younger brother in another room of the house woke up a few hours later freaked describing the exact same small green grinning man.
Im 21 now and haven't seen him since, though it is the strongest most frighting memory I have.
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When I was a kid I used to get sick a lot. I'd run crazy high fevers like 104 and higher. There's no way you can get your body temp that high and not be hallucinating. So one night I woke up and wasn't sure why, but I recall I had some vivid dreams but woke up fully alert. I looked around my room and there sitting on my toybox (it was this large box with sliding chalkboard doors sort of set in at an angle and on top was a small shelf where I had some books and things) was this little "man". I don't know what else to call it, but it was like what some of you have described, only he wasn't green. He looked more like a little clown almost, or maybe he was just colorful like a clown? Anyway, he was grinning at me and his grin was almost animated it was so big, if that makes sense. He was swinging his legs on the edge of the shelf as well. Sheesh, I have chills writing this and I'm 36 years old now! I screamed for my parents and my mom came. Some time during me screaming he was gone. I never saw him again. I always chalked it up to my high fever but now?

Another time when I was really sick (another high fever and probably some pneumonia as well) and on some strong meds, I remember my ceiling fan being on low (hot, cold, hot, cold, I was constantly turning it on and off) and making this loud sound. Whenever I rolled over to look at it, it quit. This was kind of annoying at first but after it began keeping me awake and doing this every time I rolled over, it got my hackles up. So I called for my mom (my dad was overseas fighting in a war) and told her about it. She laid down beside me and I rolled back over facing the other way. Within a matter of minutes it started. When we both rolled over to face each other, it quit. This is no joke folks, it freaked her out. This went on another couple of times and she told me to get up and come to another room. My dad replaced that fan when he got home a year or so later and I never experienced that again.

I also used to have very vivid dreams I called the "machine dreams". I am pretty intelligent and kind of absorb information. I remember things very well and can retain large blocks of information, like I can read a book and remember entire pages almost verbatim. Dunno why, but it's true. So I remember some of my dreams very well, especially the "vivid" ones. Well, the machine dream is this recurring one I have where I am walking through this desert valley surrounded by tall sand dunes or small hills with no vegetation. In the valley are these massive machines. I don't know what they are for, but they are just these big, long, kind of flat machines which are running because they are making a lot of noise. It's like a low humming sound but it's loud. I just walk along through the valley with these machines on both sides of me and that's it. That's the entire dream.

Okay so now you guys know my crazy secrets!
 
You know i get chills too reading some of these stories you guys are telling because well i've experienced some similar things but i know what it is and i've done some research into it. I've also been pressed down in my bed and choking and unable to move by some figure or whatever it was. But now i know it was just an evil spirit trying to put fear into me and pretty much kill me, this has happened twice. People experience little different details but also experience similar things done to them, either seeing a certain form or figure or whatever it may be but I will say this with confidence and truth that it is demonic forces, or demons. While i was getting choked one night I couldnt move or talk or anything but I began to pray in my mind and the only thing that drove the spirit away was the name of Jesus, i rebuked it in my mind and prayed in the name of Jesus i rebuke you. I'm a firm believer in Jesus and i struggle and have habits, hurts and hangups but i know that God is greater than all these evil forces. Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world- this scripture is translated as "greater is the God (Holy Spirit) that lives in me than the one (satan, demonic forces, etc....lol) who is in the world. You dont' have to be afraid and this hasnt happened to me in a few years, ive just started following God again in my life and its tough but its going to be worth it... If anyone here wants prayer i'll be happy to do that for you, shoot me a PM :) that's my story lol, oh and i have another story, well not a woods story but a dream i had of me weilding a great sword and fighting a huge massively muscular looking demon and I cut his head off and it was very gory and he was still talking as i defeated him and he said this isnt over, i'll be back. lol and yeah sometimes he shows up but he lost the war already, maybe he might win a battle or two but the war is over, separation lost the war to love..
 
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Have you ever felt like something was wrong? Being watched? Being tracked? and what did you do to overcome that feeling that something was generally not right.
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More than I care to count, but here are a one of them which sounds the most appropriate for this forum.

Went airsofting at a buddies property which is in the middle of no where. A pretty big piece of property and on at least one occasion you hear gun shots echoing through the hills, at which point they declared "It sounds like a good time to shoot off some guns too.", that should give you an idea how far out in the woods we are. While anyway we were about ready to airsoft but I had to re-zero my scope so they went on ahead without me to the spot were we airsoft which is a good 10-15min hike up hill at a fast pace. So after I get got done with the scope and grab the rest of the gear I start my hike up by myself. I was a few minutes away from the house when I start hearing leaves moving and twigs snapping, whatever was tracking me sounded heavy and moved fast as it kept pace with me quite easily even after I picked up the pace. At first I thought it was them setting up an ambush for fun but after less than a minute I was 110% it wasn't as the most they would have done was setup one guy to watch me and radio in my location to some of the others at a nearby location to get me.

So I have roughly 20-30pounds of weight on me evenly distributed at which point isn't slowing me down due to adrenaline and a 3in folding knife clipped to my drop leg holster and a m1a socom airsoft gun with an ABS stock that weights about 10lb's (I would have gave you may car and everything I owned for a real m1a socom and full magazine at that moment). And all I have going through my head is how the owner kept telling us to keep a lookout for bobcats as they inhabit this area and if one attacks you your screwed. So I have 2 choices continue the march up and pray the thing gets scared by the whole safety in numbers as it sounded like I only had one tracking me from going off the sound it was making. Or haul it downhill trying to seek shelter inside the house and leave my friends to fend for themselves without warning of the danger. So I decided that I am already over halfway there I should continue forward and warn them, so I finally make it to the location which has a good 200ft clearing I have to cross which is one of 3 areas they would be at, the other 2 are roughly 200ft to my right at 1 Oclock and 3 Oclock. Their not there so I have to cross the clearing in which whatever tracking me has 3 choices go to the left and have to circle several hundred feet to catch up. Go to the right to be able to get closer to me and cut me off of my friends, or straight up charge the clearing to get to me and hopefully give me time to react if I am lucky.

So I decided to let the thing know I wasn't alone, so once I got to the clearing I yelled and said something along the lines of "Where are you" despite me knowing they were within 200ft from my current location but behind cover so they had to yell back at me, and I kept yelling at them to make sure it was known I was not alone to both them and whatever was tracking me. By the time I got to them I made sure it was very well known what just happened, and I heard the same thing tracking us for a good few minutes more as they refused to fully believe what I thought it was, and one of them even dismissed it as possibly a wild turkey. I may not go to the outdoors much but I am quite positive a turkey doesn't track people like that, has that speed to keep up with me in rough terrain, snap twigs and make noise like whatever that was. I may not have seen it with my eyes but in order for it to escape my eyesight where I usually had high ground while keeping an eye out for it, and how I heard it move from cover to cover while remaining unseen with it trying to stay behind me, the thing was a natural predator. It knew what it was doing.
 
I havent put this out there till now because it involves some pretty easily identifing info , but I figure anyone that matters knows me and that Im not ( always at least ) a nutter by now

When I was growing up , it seemed that my whole family had a similar reccuring dream / nightmare , the guts of which was being a survivor / onlooker of a kind of massive man hunt / massacre , running , terror , and then nothing but bodies , with feelings of loss grief and terror so strong it was real scary

We did some earth works on the place to build a permanat house .. we had been living in a caravan and shed, when we did the earthworks , we dug up a lot of stone tools , knives , spear points some grinding stones . I found a patch of ash about a foot under the topsoil over back of a rise from where the stone tools were found , it was a pretty big patch , but it felt just wrong .. and I never had the courage to investigate it more than to know it was there and to dig it was scary .. Also dad banned us from bringing into the house any stone tools we found .. they moved around on their own , we had weird noises in the nights , some of us were having weird dreams of being lifted up , thru the house roof , and would wake feeling as if we'd been dropped from a height , bouncing on the bed , even breaking the bed , as if we had really been dropped from a height .Not having anything in the house we found seemed to prevent these weird things happening .

This was about 20-30 year ago now , over the time between now than then , we have talked about it as family and Ive done research into the background of the place . There were a handful of older men whod lived their whole lives there in the area working their land , who told of their parents storys of having to clear out the blacks , but they had no specifics .

I did learn that the tribe whose camp we lived on was known as the Yabbaroo people , but there was no trace of them now , they vanished ..

Not too long ago I was curious when I was visitng back home , what the tourists were being told of the area , and found this in a brochure called “A short history of Greenough River from the Rivermouth to Westbank Road”:
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The Gregory brothers, exploring for pastoral land in 1848, peacefully met with a large group of Aborigines camped beside a freshwater spring in a dense Melaleuca thicket. They named the spring Bootenal, from the Nyungar word Boolungal, meaning pelican. Gregory’s glowing reports of good grazing prompted pastoralists to move their flocks to Greenough, and by 1852 William Criddle was watering cattle for the Cattle Company at the Bootenal Spring. The Aborigines soon resented this intrusion and in 1854, large numbers with many from surrounding tribes, gathered in the relative safety of the Bootenal thicket. Making forays at night, they killed cattle and sheep and attacked homesteads. The pastoralists retaliated by forming a posse at Glengarry under the command of the Resident Magistrate. On the night of the 4th/5th July they rode to Bootenal and drove the Aborigines from the thicket. No arrests were made and no official report given of casualties. Aboriginal resistance in the area was finished.
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My belief now , is that we had lived on a Yabbaroo camp site , possibly / probably massacre site , and the big patch of ash is where the bodies were disposed of , it was a pretty standard method used at the time , to pile up the bodies and burn them .
 
Thank you .

There is more to it tho .. there is legend of the Bootenal Light , a min min light , that used to be regularly seen in the area , beginning from what I can find out , around the time of the start of the massacres . Depending on what one believes , it could be a good fit to the story , min mins often occur repeatedly around places of murders . They are called spirit lights , and I guess if there was a good enough place for disquieted spirits , that'd be one of them .
 
This is a great thread. I’m working my way through it, but thought I’d join in. Years ago I had a job where I worked outdoors at all hours. It was in the West Texas canyons. There is nothing but rock, dust, and rough plants and animals out there. You could easily drive all night and not see another soul and find yourself tens of miles away from any artificial light source other than your vehicle or flashlight. It always felt to me like the perfect place for an alien abduction. I half expected to get out of my rig walking bow-legged at some point and discover half the night was missing:D Luckily the aliens in those parts weren’t the abducting or probing type!

I regularly went on ranches over a vast area. It’s hard for many folks to understand the scope of the vastness. A small spread out there was 10k acres. The “real” ranches went into the 30 to 40 thousand plus acre realm. We have counties in West Texas larger than multiple NE states combined. But, I digress. I had this job for years and it was a little spooky at times, but nothing which bothered me much. But, there was one ranch which I hated to go onto at night. Day time was no problem, but at night I only went on if I had to and would stay in my vehicle with locked doors as long as possible. If going in deep, I had to go through several gates. The top, or first, gate was no big deal. After going through that gate you drove down quite a ways into a “draw”. It wasn’t a canyon with typical shear walls, but more of a wide valley. The second gate was near some old goat pens and surrounded by low brush with some mesquite trees, and that’s where I always felt weird. It wasn’t just a spooky feeling, it bordered on terror. I’d get out and open the gate, and while walking back to my vehicle I always felt like something was chasing me. It was like in the horror movies when the camera has the monster’s viewpoint and it’s coming up behind the victim very fast. I felt like that every stinking time and it would almost send me into a panicked run to my rig, which wasn’t very far away to begin with. It was as if something was flying down on me might be a better description. I couldn’t wait to get off that place and would drive pretty fast on the way out. Even though I was locked safely in a large 4x4 I couldn’t shake that feeling. It pretty much stuck with me as if I was being followed off the place. Going in was never as bad.

No matter how I prepared myself, it always happened at night at that same gate. I was well armed and was not new to being outdoors. Many nights I would search old adobe buildings and barns well over 100 years old and, while kind of creepy, especially when I’d run into a barn owl, never had anything like the feeling I got at that one ranch. We had mountain lions and the occasional black bear, but I know I wasn’t being stalked by an animal. A circle of claymore mines wouldn't have made me feel safe, it was that kind of fear. If I were supersticious I'd maybe wonder if it was La Lechuza? All I can say is quite a few years have passed, but I would still be uncomfortable going back there at night. Take care.

PS. I long ago realized that the degree to which one believes in the supernatural or bigfoot depends on how deep in the woods you are and how close to night time it is:D
 
I remembered another spooky incident. It was late night and I had driven up onto a plateau to check around a large ranch house which was surrounded by a complex of small and medium buildings and barns. The house was no longer occupied and there was nothing but gas wells for many miles. It looked like it had been built during the 60's from the style and through large windows you could see it was decorated like the Brady Bunch house. It looked spotless on the inside, as if the family had just left and would soon return. I assume someone still used it for something due to the shape it was in, but I never saw anyone around. It had an erie feeling and seemed to ooze a sort of lonelyness. Well, one night I rolled up to the house lights out using night vision gear. I stepped out of my rig and slowly walked around the place. I got to one building and Bingo! I could see light coming from an open door. The building was a multi-room cinder block affair. I took the NVGs off since they were a bit cumbersome and someone could smack you from the side and you'd never see it coming. As soon as I took them off, the light was gone. Put 'em back on and boom, it's there again. That went on for probably five minutes. I finally said enough is enough and took them off and made my way to the door. When I got there, my heart was pounding! I looked in from the outside and saw nothing. I slowly entered thinking something was going to happen, but not knowing what. Luckily, it was just a ceiling heater some "travelers" had left on, and they seemed to be long gone. The light was too dim to see unless you actually looked directly at the hot coils, but the NVGs picked it up a little too well. That was a strange episode. Take care.
 
Mine isn't as in depth as others, but creepy nonetheless. I had just finished making toast and was sitting in my living room, and I heard a knife fall to the floor. I put the butter knife I used for the toast in the dead center of the table. Dead center. There's no way it could have just fallen off. And all of a sudden I heard it hit the ground harder than it should have if it had simply fell off the table. It left a big dent in the floor, like it had been thrown down. I was home alone, and I don't have any pets.

Creeped me out big time.
 
A couple of years ago I was taking a lone walk through my home town, as I went over a bridge, I had the feeling of some one or some thing watching me. I could feel a cold, tingling, crawling sensation crawling up my spine. It caused me to tense so badly, I had to fight to move. I turned, moving my left foot forward, cocking my right hip back to kick out, bringing my open hands up. There was nothing, no one there. Everything was completely still...not even the insects dared to make their presence known. I stood there for over a minute, waiting. Then I had the same feeling again, as if something or someone was watching me..

To be continued..
 
Demonic activity is no joke. Just ask the 7 sons of Sceva. If your not coverd by the Blood of Christ, you best step off. Thats a battle you can't when.

I have a backpacking story that my wife and I will never forget.

2 years back on our 15 aniversery my wife and I where doing a hike 15 mile point A to Point B style hike that involved being droped off by locals and then making our way to our vehical through the mountains. I have the greatest wife in the World, this was all her idea. We go at least 4 or five times a year so we know our stuff and actually go very minumalist. We also have a great dog that I raised and trained specifically for backpacking. Any way the trip is going great except for our first creek crossing. It was January and the water was 32 with an out side temp of about 40. I got soaked and had to hike the first day in nothing but my long johns. We did not expect to see anyone as remote as we where so it did not matter that much. But it was because of the remote location that I took notice of the fresh foot prints on the trail. Two sets of prints going in and one going out. It had stormed the night before so the prints had to have been made either just before us or way way early in the morning. I really only noticed because I tend to avoid people I do not know when we are that remote. Most of the time they are just like us, but sometimes they are doing illegal activities and don't want attention. We must have hiked in about 5 miles when I noticed somthing that did not belong on the trail. It was long and red and suspended over the trail. We stoped as soon as we saw it. My dog was acting strange, putting his nose to the air and looking back at me. We moved forward with caution and I put a lead on my dog. When we got close enough to see what it was we where both so creeped out we could't speak for a moment. It was a womens red party dress. Short and strapless size small. Who ever fit in it was most likely looking good in it. It was purposly hung on a branch directly over the trail as if who ever did it wanted it to be found. I looked down and noticed the foot prints we had been following since morning. They stoped at the dress. Only one set of prints was going out though. We where afraid that someone may have been the victim of a rap or murder or both. We decided that because we knew the one set of tracks had gone out that it was safe for us to call out and see if anyone was in need of help. Nothing. That coupled with my dog wanting to exit the trail and investigate somthing his nose had cought did not make us feel safe at all. I wanted to follow him down the hill and check it out but my wife protested. She did not want to be left alone and if it was what I feared, I did not want my wife to see it. We knew that there was a ranger station another 3 miles out that would have a phone. We decided to hot foot it there and notify the authourities. We made it almost 2 hours after dark. If it had not been for our dog keeping to the trail ahead of us we would never have made it in the dark. This was one of the many skills we trained him in. He got a lot of love that night. We came into the station around 8:00 or so and saw a small fire light and camp in front of it. There where two men car camping by the river. They where good enough to drive us up the trail to the top of the mountain where we got a sliver of a signal and calld the police. With in 20 min we had 4 officers at our camp site questioning us. They said it was too dark to make there way back that night but investigated it in the morning at first light. We never heard another word from anyone about it after this. We actually finished out trip and had a wonderfull time. The next day was beautiful but this still goes down in my book as one of the creepiest trips of my life.
 
Yeah - I came across a porn shoot out in the middle of Red Rocks one time. That was creepy.
 
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