Have you ever seen anything creepy?

One of my own stories here from just a few weeks back. I was working alone in a pretty remote location in a rural area, repairing some problems with buried communications cables when I can across and abandoned farm yard that was not shown on my facilities maps. For some strange reason I felt I had seen this house somehow before. I didn't think anything of it until I heard what sounded like a dog barking and one short laugh or maybe coughing. If I stopped and listened there was no sound but once I would get back to work and stop paying attention I would hear just one or two barks. There were no other farms for miles and I know it was not coyotes as I see them on a regular basis and I only heard what I thought was the laugh once. So far none of this is worrying me and all seems normal until I just get a weird cold feeling and realize I know exactly where I knew the house from. I looked at the maps for other named farms in the area and instantly knew I was in a spot that day, that 20 years before would have earned me a bullet in the back just for being near. The house was from a picture in a national magazine that ran a story about a family that had met many untimely ends. The father was said to have murdered his wife, and was helped by his son to cover it up by either burying her on the property or running her through a tree shredder and into the pig pen. He was arrested but when no body was found was released and his cell mate turned informant and was working with police when he got out. The father and son found out that the cell mate was an informant and believed the neighbour was involved with police as well. They took the informant to the neighbours planning to kill both men but when nobody was home at the neighbours, they shot the informant 7 times and left him on the neighbours front step. When this was discovered swat came out and surrounded the house. After a two day stand off shots were exchanged before swat stormed the house and found both father and son dead in an upstairs bedroom by their own hand. 20 years later no trace of the mother was ever found. What made it the most unnerving was knowing that most likely her remains are still out there and could very well have been burried right beneath my feet. I will say one thing though, that day I learned exactly how bloody fast I can splice cable and get out of there.
 
Some really creepy stuff. I don't have anything. But I'm young and have got lots of.time left.

Anyone else got anything?
 
My great uncle died in a wreck in the '40s. His mom woke up with a terrible feeling that something bad had happened to him at the same time he died. She was in VA at the time, he was in CO.


Another story is from the WWII experience of another great uncle: he was serving in Europe after D-Day. He was deaf from all the shooting. He was sweeping for mines with a metal detector, but was, he thought, being harassed by bees which kept flying around him. When he went back to his buddies, they said he was incredibly brave to ignore all the German bullets which had been aimed at him.

The same guy was in the woods when he heard tanks coming. He didn't know of any enemies in the area, so he thought they were friendly. Next thing he knew he was looking right down the barrel of the main gun of an SS Tiger Tank. This was the bulge attack. The SS troops lined up my uncle and his friends in front of a brick wall and aimed their guns at them. They thought it was all over, but when the order to fire came, all that happened were the clicks of empty guns, and the Germans started laughing. When he was liberated from a German POW camp, he weighed 98 pounds.
 
When I was a kid first getting into backpacking, two friends and I got pretty lost in some remote mountains. Our first mistake was that we set out too late (with 6 hours of daylight left and 10 miles to go before camp), and our second mistake was believing the new ranger-in-training whom we got our permit from when he said that the water in the creeks and springs was still flowing despite the drought and 100+ degree heat. After a short while we found out that most of the trails had either been washed away or overgrown, and we ended up hiking several miles off-trail. When we finally met up with a trail again it was almost dark, and we hiked along until we found a sign so we could find where we were on the map. It was called "Cougar Trail," and we had been hiking the wrong direction and had to backtrack. Not long after finding the trail I just had this eerie feeling where the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, and there were narrow sections of trail where we briefly lost sight of each other in the thick brush with our cheap headlamps and had to follow each other by sound. 3 miles later, we came to another sign, and it conflicted with the first sign. We ended up hiking the same section of trail three times that night in a deep gully along a dried creek bed, and on the third pass we found a big pile of fresh feces in the trail (there were no bears in this area, and coyotes don't poop that much). We never found our planned campsite, and just slept off to the side of the trail that night, close together with some big sticks and rocks by our sides.

The next day we finally got our bearings (the first sign was right but the second one was wrong), and started searching for water. The spring that the ranger said always flowed when everything else was dry was completely dry. Not even any mud--just dust. It was over 95 degrees by 9am, and we had run out of water the night before. We went back to the cougar trail since it went along a creek bed, and hiked along the creek bed for 2 miles until we found water. During that 2 miles we found old lion kills and what we all were pretty sure was a human femur on the edge of the creek bed. We finally found a nasty puddle of murky, sludgy water surrounded with animal tracks and feces, and spent about 5 hours filtering, boiling, decanting, and drinking until we were hydrated enough to hike out. It occurred to us that nearly every animal within 10 miles was drinking from this stagnant puddle, and that meant prime hunting territory for lions. This was 10 years ago, and I still get chills down my spine whenever I think about that night and about how lucky all three of us were to have made it back alright.


I'm much smarter when it comes to taking care of myself in the wilderness now, but that doesn't mean there haven't been other times when I was scared so bad I had to check my underwear. On my first solo through hike in the Sierra Nevada, I found myself in a beautiful heavily wooded campsite along a river. I spent some time fishing and bathing, and ate a late dinner. It was dark by the time I finally sat down to eat, and I was enjoying the opportunity to warm my bare feet by the campfire while my boots aired out. It was a small fire and was dying pretty quickly, and I figured I would just let it go out and then crawl into my tent. Right when I was about to reach for my boots, out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of eyes watching me from 3 o'clock about 40 feet away. They were big eyes. Seriously, they must have been 6 inches apart and over 4 feet off the ground with the animal on all fours. I know they don't get grizzlies in the Sierra, but male black bears around there have been known to reach grizzly bear proportions. I stared for about 15 seconds in sheer pants-crapping terror before I got my head straight and tried to scare it off (which took about 10 minutes of shouting and nailing it in the face with rocks) before it circled my camp and disappeared around a bend. Ironically, I really did have to poop at this point, but you can bet I held it until morning.

There have been other times when the hair stood up on the back of my neck as I heard twigs breaking as something circled my campsite from a distance, but nothing as scary as the two previous events. I'm not scared of black bears now (they only want your food, not you), but if I hike at night it's never by myself, and I typically avoid areas of high cougar activity (though I have found their tracks and old kills as high as 11,000 feet when going off-trail). I won't hike far in grizzly country without bear spray (and when funds allow, a 454 Casull).
 
I guess the only real time I ever had a "FEAR" and it wasnt even fear just a sense things were changing.
2010
I had just started out on a rabbit hunt with my bow no biggie sky was clear except for some stormclouds inland moving away...
So after a few mins I stopped... things felt off.. I thought it felt like rain and again no biggie I actually enjoy rain and the smell you can almost feel everything growing... Then I noticed the clouds that had been moving away were now moving towards me still didnt think much of it, but after a few more steps I found myself turning around and walking back to the house. Halfway I started jogging... then I turned around and noticed the waist high grass was pushed flat to the ground about 400m away and was flattening out coming up the hill towards me, I turned around and flat out started running. The wind hit me and almost knocked me over with gusts.. Then the wind become REAL chilly I started shivering and rain started.. the clouds had come from the hills to cover our farm in just a few minutes(take a good half hour normally) and boy were they moving when I looked up at them. By the time I got back to the house just 3 mins later it was completely overcast and almost night the clouds were so think. I told my mother to get the F inside as she was working in her garden and for once she actually did what I said :)
Just as she was getting inside the hail started... and it got bigger till it was the size of our thumbnails and the thunder started the house was shaking so bad I thought the windows planes were going to break, it was only a few minutes of non stop thunder and hail we lost power during it then it just stopped all at once. Our paddocks looked like they were covered in snow everything was white with 2 inchs of hail.
Turns out we got the least of it.. Perth our state capital got hit with baseball sized hail and so much rain they had flash flooding in some places... 2 weeks later we finally got our power back on with work crews having been brought in from all the other states to help restore the grid.

I dont think I was any real danger had I been caught in the storm as it was so short... but my some part of my brain had worked out something bad was coming weather wise and given me a single urge to get safe NOW!.
 
This happened to me on a camping trip. I had camped in this spot several times over the years, alone and with others. It was a spur of the moment decision to go that night and I left well after dark. I'd ran those hills in daylight and dark for over 20 years so I knew where I was going.

I had worked that day and combined with a 2 hour hike carrying about 60 pounds I was tired. I got a fire going and made something to eat and sat down and read for a little while. I got very sleepy and turned in around 2230 hrs and went right to sleep.

Around 0230 I awoke with the overwhelming feeling I was in mortal danger. There was no sound or smell and I couldn't see anything, but that feeling kept getting more intense by the second. I spent untold hours in the woods when I was younger and would on occasion get what I call "feelings" and I'd always stop and listen intently and on all but one it turned out to be people close by. The other time it was a dog.

Whatever was causing this was coming from the trail that I followed into the campsite. I watched and listened for several minutes and couldn't see anything. There was enough light that anything coming that way would've been silhouetted.
I was armed and had a Sig 220 .45 ACP pistol and an HK91A2, but they didn't alleviate the feeling of danger that had gotten so intense I was having difficulty breathing.

I sat there in my sleeping bag for quite a while with the rifle pointed down the trail until the feeling became so intense I knew I had to get out of there. I got my boots on and rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up and started out of the site in the opposite direction that I'd taken in. I knew exactly where I was and knew where I wanted to go and I started out of there doing the "Belfast twirl" every other step.

I kept thinking my mind could be playing tricks on me and then I began to hear footsteps following along with me. At first I wasn't sure as I was moving steadily and once I started hearing the footsteps I stopped and faced the direction they were coming from. When I stopped there were a couple of footfalls and then silence. I waited and listened and then started walking again. I walked a short distance and stopped and again there were a couple of footfalls and then silence.

I knew the trail I wanted to get to to start over the hill and get back home and it was a little less than a mile from where I had camped.
The stopping and starting continued all the way to the trail with the footsteps still following. I hit the trail and started uphill and after I got about a hundred yards up the hill the danger feeling just went away. It was very weird. One second I felt like I was in danger and the next it was gone. I stopped and listened and couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, but I kept checking behind me all the way home.

I don't know what was following me as I never saw a thing, but these were bipedal footsteps.

I've heard from other people of strange things happening in that general area.
 
I was tent camping solo some years back when I awoke about 5 AM to a commotion from a group of college age campers in a cluster of tents about 300 feet away. They had been drinking hard and loudly drunk-quarreling and in all the general Vodka Drama one of them had hung herself.
 
Marty Young said:
This happened to me on a camping trip. I had camped in this spot several times over the years, alone and with others. It was a spur of the moment decision to go that night and I left well after dark. I'd ran those hills in daylight and dark for over 20 years so I knew where I was going.

I had worked that day and combined with a 2 hour hike carrying about 60 pounds I was tired. I got a fire going and made something to eat and sat down and read for a little while. I got very sleepy and turned in around 2230 hrs and went right to sleep.

Around 0230 I awoke with the overwhelming feeling I was in mortal danger. There was no sound or smell and I couldn't see anything, but that feeling kept getting more intense by the second. I spent untold hours in the woods when I was younger and would on occasion get what I call "feelings" and I'd always stop and listen intently and on all but one it turned out to be people close by. The other time it was a dog.

Whatever was causing this was coming from the trail that I followed into the campsite. I watched and listened for several minutes and couldn't see anything. There was enough light that anything coming that way would've been silhouetted.
I was armed and had a Sig 220 .45 ACP pistol and an HK91A2, but they didn't alleviate the feeling of danger that had gotten so intense I was having difficulty breathing.

I sat there in my sleeping bag for quite a while with the rifle pointed down the trail until the feeling became so intense I knew I had to get out of there. I got my boots on and rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up and started out of the site in the opposite direction that I'd taken in. I knew exactly where I was and knew where I wanted to go and I started out of there doing the "Belfast twirl" every other step.

I kept thinking my mind could be playing tricks on me and then I began to hear footsteps following along with me. At first I wasn't sure as I was moving steadily and once I started hearing the footsteps I stopped and faced the direction they were coming from. When I stopped there were a couple of footfalls and then silence. I waited and listened and then started walking again. I walked a short distance and stopped and again there were a couple of footfalls and then silence.

I knew the trail I wanted to get to to start over the hill and get back home and it was a little less than a mile from where I had camped.
The stopping and starting continued all the way to the trail with the footsteps still following. I hit the trail and started uphill and after I got about a hundred yards up the hill the danger feeling just went away. It was very weird. One second I felt like I was in danger and the next it was gone. I stopped and listened and couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, but I kept checking behind me all the way home.

I don't know what was following me as I never saw a thing, but these were bipedal footsteps.

I've heard from other people of strange things happening in that general area.
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Very creepy man! Thanks for sharing.
 
Tallahassee said:
I was tent camping solo some years back when I awoke about 5 AM to a commotion from a group of college age campers in a cluster of tents about 300 feet away. They had been drinking hard and loudly drunk-quarreling and in all the general Vodka Drama one of them had hung herself.
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There was a bridge over the Kentucky River in the little town where I grew up. Beneath the bridge was a family owned restaurant. One morning when the employees came into work, there, hanging in the trees, was what they thought was a mannequin. They thought it was a Halloween prank.

About two weeks later some of the city police officers stopped in for something to eat. There was a car in the lot with Ohio tags. There had been a missing persons report from Ohio and the car fit the description. They ran the tags and it was the missing vehicle. While they were investigating the vehicle one of them noticed the "mannequin".

When they got closer they realized it was a human hanging there. For whatever reason he had decided to hang himself there under the bridge.
 
Marty Young said:
This happened to me on a camping trip. I had camped in this spot several times over the years, alone and with others. It was a spur of the moment decision to go that night and I left well after dark. I'd ran those hills in daylight and dark for over 20 years so I knew where I was going.

I had worked that day and combined with a 2 hour hike carrying about 60 pounds I was tired. I got a fire going and made something to eat and sat down and read for a little while. I got very sleepy and turned in around 2230 hrs and went right to sleep.

Around 0230 I awoke with the overwhelming feeling I was in mortal danger. There was no sound or smell and I couldn't see anything, but that feeling kept getting more intense by the second. I spent untold hours in the woods when I was younger and would on occasion get what I call "feelings" and I'd always stop and listen intently and on all but one it turned out to be people close by. The other time it was a dog.

Whatever was causing this was coming from the trail that I followed into the campsite. I watched and listened for several minutes and couldn't see anything. There was enough light that anything coming that way would've been silhouetted.
I was armed and had a Sig 220 .45 ACP pistol and an HK91A2, but they didn't alleviate the feeling of danger that had gotten so intense I was having difficulty breathing.

I sat there in my sleeping bag for quite a while with the rifle pointed down the trail until the feeling became so intense I knew I had to get out of there. I got my boots on and rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up and started out of the site in the opposite direction that I'd taken in. I knew exactly where I was and knew where I wanted to go and I started out of there doing the "Belfast twirl" every other step.

I kept thinking my mind could be playing tricks on me and then I began to hear footsteps following along with me. At first I wasn't sure as I was moving steadily and once I started hearing the footsteps I stopped and faced the direction they were coming from. When I stopped there were a couple of footfalls and then silence. I waited and listened and then started walking again. I walked a short distance and stopped and again there were a couple of footfalls and then silence.

I knew the trail I wanted to get to to start over the hill and get back home and it was a little less than a mile from where I had camped.
The stopping and starting continued all the way to the trail with the footsteps still following. I hit the trail and started uphill and after I got about a hundred yards up the hill the danger feeling just went away. It was very weird. One second I felt like I was in danger and the next it was gone. I stopped and listened and couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, but I kept checking behind me all the way home.

I don't know what was following me as I never saw a thing, but these were bipedal footsteps.

I've heard from other people of strange things happening in that general area.
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Wow! I shuddered reading that.....good thing you had a well-conditioned sixth sense.

I've been creeped out before, but nothing big or real; just momentary feelings. In that regard, I've been very lucky....I would hope that I would heed it like you did. It's unfortunately easy to dismiss if one is not used to trusting it.

There was a post a while back....not sure what thread; but it certainly fit into this one. In it, the poster mentioned a paper or essay titled "The Fear", and it was about the very thing of which Marty spoke. Anyone remember that? I've tried to locate it.....would love to read it.
 
:) One of my early teen memories. We lived at the foot of a mountain- people lived along the bottom and then the Blue Ridge Parkay owns from the lower mountain to the top. GREAT woods bumming for the local teenagers. We started in Early Spring clearing out some trash trees above the "home line" at the bottom and made a small garden. After a month or so we realized it was not growing and Dad said not enough direct sunlight so we abondoned it. Two months or so pass and dead to late Summer, we go by there and see lots of green stuff growing. when we get close one of the boys realizes it is marijuana.
We ran like scalded dogs with visions of machete wielding pot growers chasing us. We steered well clear of that place and dropped some hints to a local convenience store owner. One neighbor told my Ma about the police going up in the woods a week or so later.

Same area had some tunnels about 4'x4' with rusted old tracks in the bottom. We found concrete top door dropping into one just a few feet below the ground. One of our dares was to drop in there and go in the dark as far as you could before hitting a collapsed portion then sit in the dark cold. Not sure what they were for sure but we read that there was iron ore mining at one time in that mountain so likely transportation tunnels? Your mind is the scariest thing to face.

Bill

Bill
 
i got the willies sneaking' around an abandoned school in town. bats flying around the gym didn't bother me. i just didn't want any squatters jumping out at me, scaring the poo outta me. i let them know i was just exploring and was on my way out. i still don't think anyone was there, but you never know.

a guy i worked with was having a bonfire with his wife and neighbours. the wife was stroking the neighbours cat under her chair, and thought it's fur was a bit rougher than usual. when it walked out of the shadows they realized it was a skunk. it sniffed around and left without a fuss, but scared hell out of them apparently.
 
In West Australia , just a little south of Norseman , there is a spot that used to be a town called Dundas It was one of the earlier gold strikes in WA .

about all that remains of it now is some roughly marked out streets and a bit of a depression in the ground that was once upon a time the pub cellar .

I have been there a number of times , trying to make sense of what is left , there is some remnants of doorways , walls , just sticks cut from the bush , rammed into the dirt and tied together with wire .
First trip out there I remember getting out of the car and saying out loud something like " how can anyone have been happy here ?"

I saw a glimpse of a see thru sort of red checked shirt and a hat like someone passed by and half heard a voice saying come on up to our camp and see . I actually did just that , with every warning I heard before about dont follow the min-min , dont follow the spirits going thru my head ..I followed the shadow and the feeling about a kilometer along an old track and thru some scrub , to the top of the rocks past the old dam , and found the camp .

There was nothing much to look at but a old circle of rocks that was a fireplace , it was the old swaggie style with a flat rock in the midle to sit a pot on , a pile of rusted tincans a ways off from it , signs that someone had pryed / picked out the quartz vein running thru the rock there tho it didnt look promising to me , I may have just turned up late .. and there was remnants of a wooden box , that had been put together with blacksmith made nails That box had meant something seriously important to someone it just felt that way .

I stayed there a while looking around , there was hints of perfume , and the sound of kids laughing and playing but as if in the distance , and quiet conversation of Scottish or Irish voices glimpses of a see thru woman wearing a long flowing calico type dress , kids running but always out of corner of my eye and when I turned there was nothing but scrub .

When I left to go back to the vehicle I said out loud " Ill be seeing you round" because it felt so real that I had been welcomed into the camp , and had been visiting with them .
There is an amazing positive energy to that place .

I tracked back the direction I had seen the first "shadow person" come from , and found the remnants of the only permanent building the town had had , the claims registery office .

OK , its not a creepy story . But that experience led me to do some reading and look into the history of the place . One interesting bit of info was that the graveyard there held only one grave , a child who had died . Next time we were out there , we tracked down the graveyard , and sure enough , there was only one marker there , a reproduction of the original carved plank marker that the local historical society had made .

While we were there , I was wondering if this was the only death that happened here , and I felt a kind of mental pull from way out on the salt lake , to the east . I didnt understand it , so ignored it and went back to the townsite . I was kicking around the old pub when I felt a depression hit me .. it wasnt *my* emotion, but I was feeling it ... and I have felt pretty serious depression before but nothing compared to the scale of this amount of loss and heart break , and betrayal . It was scary , but I followed where it lead anyway .

This is where it got scary tho for me .. I knew full well , that there were no buildings in the area but I was seeing buildings , and getting some understanding .. the town was moving away , everyone had left .. the feeling led to the old stables , and then along the road to the salt lake . I followed it out onto the lake some , the further I followed it , the more intense and compelling the feeling got .

I stopped , refused to go further , but I swear that in the heat haze I saw a bowed over person riding a horse getting further and further away , and it felt like I was watching myself .

I went back and found my wife looking for me in a panic .. she had gotten a feeling that I was riding off into the salt lake to die and it freaked her out , I cant ride ,there are no horses , but she was standing in the old stables having pretty much a breakdown about it .

There are no walls of any buildings left there just a couple sticks marking where doorways had been once in some places , yet she was standing in the stable doorway talking to no one I could see asking where I had gone which way .. and when I called her , she came out of the doorway , and walked around the corner of the building that was no longer there . She was really freaked out and just kept saying that she was glad I was ok and I was never to go riding off like that again . more than that she wouldnt talk about since .

I truly believe that there was more than one death there tho .
 
Myal, that qualifies as creepy to me:) Cool story as well. Thanks for sharing.
 
Two things I can't explain that I experienced.

I was camping in the woods with a buddy when we were teenagers. We checked the forecast and the weather was clear for a few days. We decided not to tent it, and sleep under the stars. I woke up halfway through the night cause I couldn't sleep. I laid there looking at the night sky, millions of stars. At first I thought I spotted a shooting star. It caught my attention but was in view for longer than it should have. It streaked across the sky for at least 2 seconds, stopped and went the opposite direction it was going. I don't know what it was but it wasn't a meteorite or a plane. The distance it traveled and the speed couldn't have been anything I can explain.

A few years ago I was hunting in the high Country with a buddy. We split up and were aware that we would be a few miles from each other just in case. The terrain was steep and I was working up a sweat. I stopped to still hunt for a while and took my boots off to cool my feet. I used the deer call and gave a few 5 minute interval grunts. I was about to start moving again and reached down to tie my boots. That's when I heard something behind me. I slowly started to turn around raising my rifle in anticipation that it might be a Buck. There was nothing in viewing distance but I heard footsteps, I said "Greg" as I thought it was him. Whatever it was didn't respond back and took off walking through the bush. It was clearly Bipedal footsteps I heard because the first thing that came to mind was it was Greg walking. I know it wasn't another hunter, we were too remote of a location. When I got back to the pick up I asked him why he was hunting North, we both agreed to go different directions. He told me there was no way he had been up there at any time of the day.
 
My daughter worked through high school summers and weekends at a pioneer village, kind of a working museum. Historical buildings from the county had been moved or disassembled and rebuilt on site..It was set up to resemble a village from the 1800's.. Each house or business represented a 10 or 20 year period. Almost everyone that worked or volunteered there had some sort of experience or sighting and it was/is commonly accepted that more than one ghost hangs around. Oddly the most scene spectre is a woman in period clothes in the 20 year old interpretation building.
My daughter spent her first summer there terrified she was going to see a ghost at any moment. But after 6 months or so she decided it was all BS and there was nothing paranormal at all. She became known as the brave one of the teenagers working there and more than once she went into one one of the buildings with a frightened co-worker to close it up after they had had a scare of some sort and had run out terrified.
Her last couple of years there she sat one of the newer houses in the "village". It was/is a large frame house that represents the 1890's. It has a large stone fireplace and a wood cookstove and she was always making up period cookies or biscuits to add to the ambiance. Her house had housed a large family around the turn of the century(12+ kids) and other interpreters had supposedly heard children upstairs and 2 different children 10 years apart claimed they had seen a child on the stairs disappear. Again she had never heard or seen anything at all there.
On her last Sunday working one October she was sitting waiting for the fires to go out so she could close up. She knew she was starting at another "real" museum the next spring and was feeling a little sad about leaving "her"house.. There was a door at the bottom of the stairs that was tied open with a bit of string because it would always swing closed on its own(gravity). As she sat there looking it slowly closed and then opened all on it's own. At first thinking the string had come undone to allow the door to swing, she also thought it strange it would open again against gravity. She walked over to investigate and saw the door was plainly and securely tied open. The real kicker was that the string was not tied with her usual tidy bow but with multiple granny knots, like a child would tie...
It spooked her pretty good but I told her it was just their way of saying goodbye..
 
bored2deth said:
Three nights ago, driving home, I saw a small green orb zipping around over the tree tops..
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More details por favor. Or at least a cool intro like "There it was, shinin' like a diamond in a goat's a$$!:D

Keep it coming guys, this is a great thread with some really cool stories. Thanks.
 
Marty Young said:
This happened to me on a camping trip. I had camped in this spot several times over the years, alone and with others. It was a spur of the moment decision to go that night and I left well after dark. I'd ran those hills in daylight and dark for over 20 years so I knew where I was going.

I had worked that day and combined with a 2 hour hike carrying about 60 pounds I was tired. I got a fire going and made something to eat and sat down and read for a little while. I got very sleepy and turned in around 2230 hrs and went right to sleep.

Around 0230 I awoke with the overwhelming feeling I was in mortal danger. There was no sound or smell and I couldn't see anything, but that feeling kept getting more intense by the second. I spent untold hours in the woods when I was younger and would on occasion get what I call "feelings" and I'd always stop and listen intently and on all but one it turned out to be people close by. The other time it was a dog.

Whatever was causing this was coming from the trail that I followed into the campsite. I watched and listened for several minutes and couldn't see anything. There was enough light that anything coming that way would've been silhouetted.
I was armed and had a Sig 220 .45 ACP pistol and an HK91A2, but they didn't alleviate the feeling of danger that had gotten so intense I was having difficulty breathing.

I sat there in my sleeping bag for quite a while with the rifle pointed down the trail until the feeling became so intense I knew I had to get out of there. I got my boots on and rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up and started out of the site in the opposite direction that I'd taken in. I knew exactly where I was and knew where I wanted to go and I started out of there doing the "Belfast twirl" every other step.

I kept thinking my mind could be playing tricks on me and then I began to hear footsteps following along with me. At first I wasn't sure as I was moving steadily and once I started hearing the footsteps I stopped and faced the direction they were coming from. When I stopped there were a couple of footfalls and then silence. I waited and listened and then started walking again. I walked a short distance and stopped and again there were a couple of footfalls and then silence.

I knew the trail I wanted to get to to start over the hill and get back home and it was a little less than a mile from where I had camped.
The stopping and starting continued all the way to the trail with the footsteps still following. I hit the trail and started uphill and after I got about a hundred yards up the hill the danger feeling just went away. It was very weird. One second I felt like I was in danger and the next it was gone. I stopped and listened and couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, but I kept checking behind me all the way home.

I don't know what was following me as I never saw a thing, but these were bipedal footsteps.

I've heard from other people of strange things happening in that general area.
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Man, that really freaked me out just reading it!!!! The pursuit was the kicker and the fact you were heavily armed and still spooked got to me even more!
 
Farnsrocket said:
Man, that really freaked me out just reading it!!!! The pursuit was the kicker and the fact you were heavily armed and still spooked got to me even more!
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Whenever I leave the house knowing I'm going into the woods I take a rifle every time. That night I had an overwhelming sense of mortal danger and the rifle offered no comfort at all. Like I said, I waited quite a while and the feeling became so intense that I had to leave.
I kept thinking my mind was playing tricks, but the feeling came on so fast and awakened me from a sound sleep. I'm not a morning person and it takes me a while to get going some days. That night I was instantly awake and alert and I had an overwhelming sense of impending doom.

I've been in some hairy situations before that could've ended pretty bad, but in those instances I was totally calm. I often wonder what it was that triggered that sensation that night.
 
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