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I don't have nearly anything as scary/creepy and some of these people here, but something weird did happen. I was coming home from school one day, I open the door and my living room is rearranged, freaked me out at first but then noticed a picture of my Grandpa that died when I was one on the floor. Still a little creepy but I'd rather believe it was a ghost than someone breaking into my house, rearranging everything and leaving without taking a thing. Also when I was like 4 we were on vacation and took a picture of our bathroom mirror because it looks cool when you take a picture of a mirror 
, when we got it back from the store, it had me, my mom, and some other random chick just standing there, still have that picture and never could explain who that other person was...
, when we got it back from the store, it had me, my mom, and some other random chick just standing there, still have that picture and never could explain who that other person was...
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This story came from a good friend.
He lives and hunts in Utah. He and his uncle were on an elk hunt up in the Uninta mountain range. They well above the snow level and took a shot at a large bull elk (this family harvests 10+ elk a year with every family member tagging out).
The shot was a good shot, but the Elk was able to run down hill into a very dark forested area. The hour was getting late, and they went down into the tree line with their guns ready. They followed the bright red blood trail into the trees and after a few hundred yards, they found the spot where the elk had fallen down and looked to have bled out.
Leading up to that spot, from deeper in the forest was a set of large foot prints. Leading up to the outline where the elk had fallen, and a large blood pool indicated it had bled out. The tracks led back off into the forest. The elk was gone, and there were no elk tracks or drag marks leading from that spot.
The elk had not been quartered. Nor had it been dragged. It had been picked up whole and carried off!
Now Elk cows average 225 kilograms (500 lb), stand 1.3 metres (4.3 ft) at the shoulder, and are 2 metres (6.6 ft) from nose to tail. Bulls are some 40% larger than cows at maturity, weighing an average of 320 kilograms (710 lb), standing 1.5 metres (4.9 ft) at the shoulder and averaging 2.5 metres (8.2 ft) in length.
This had been a very good bull, with a fantastic rack (I have seen their hunting photo's and mounts, and if these guys say it was a great elk, they know what they are talking about).
Some one picked up a 700lb 8 foot long elk and just walked off through the deep snow with it.
This, however, is not what caused them to check their chambers, and back up pistols.
Both he, and his uncle swear an oath on the bible (both take that very seriously) that the scary part was that the tracks were human, and they were bare foot tracks. He said they were about a 13-14 size foot print (based on comparison to his size 9 and his uncle's size 11 boots).
A human sized bare food track, several hours above the snow line came out of the dark forest and picked up a whole dead bull elk, and walked back off into the dark woods!
He and his uncle both had a very bad feeling. They had only taken a few minutes to hike down to where the elk had fallen. Not enough time for several normal people to even drag the elk out. No drag marks in the soft snow.
They went the opposite direction, and got off the mountain as fast as possible! By the time they had left the forest line, the sun was set, and it was getting dark.
This two grown men (ranchers). Each carrying a loaded 7mm mag rifle, and each had a 44mag back up revolver, as well as knives. Both said they felt a darkening around them (different than just the gloom of the dark forest grove). Each said they felt a strong desire to follow the tracks further in to the dark, just to see what the heck was going on. Both said they were overcome with a sense of doom and dread when the took a step down that path to follow.
Now, I have had personal experiences where I believe that premonition saved me. I have close friends in the military (one, a gunship pilot, was a POW for 4 years in Viet Nam, the other was a pilot for harrier jets in the same conflict). Both have stories where all their friends died, and they were saved by premonition (one had a cafe blow up, where he was headed for lunch and a voice told him not to go, the other had a feeling of dread about going to his own birthday party at the officers club. Both places were blown up, and lots of friends died...........) I share that part, because I really do believe that sometimes these feelings or premonitions are real, and can save us from disaster!
Both said they they knew, if they followed those tracks down into the gloom of the deeper forest they were not coming back. Like a dark fist was squeezing their heart, until they turned their back on that dark trail and headed back out toward the lighter area above the tree line!
They both insist it was just a large human sized foot print (slightly larger than an average sized foot.....). But definitely a print with no shoes on. He said you could see the lines from the bottom of the feet, and the individual toe prints. The examined them closely with their flashlights.
They both kept a journal, and each account is similar. They both signed and swore to what they saw. They have never really shared it with anyone outside the family, or very close friends.
They know every track of every animal in the wild there. Several generations of hunters, and every family member in that family hunts religiously!
I have had some weird experiences in the wild before, but this one would freak me out!
Bigfoot? Biblical Cain.....cursed to wander the wild, shunned and hated by humans? Some crazy big dude who runs around barefoot, and is able to pick up a 700lb plus animal and run off in to the woods while carrying it?
Who the hell knows.
He lives and hunts in Utah. He and his uncle were on an elk hunt up in the Uninta mountain range. They well above the snow level and took a shot at a large bull elk (this family harvests 10+ elk a year with every family member tagging out).
The shot was a good shot, but the Elk was able to run down hill into a very dark forested area. The hour was getting late, and they went down into the tree line with their guns ready. They followed the bright red blood trail into the trees and after a few hundred yards, they found the spot where the elk had fallen down and looked to have bled out.
Leading up to that spot, from deeper in the forest was a set of large foot prints. Leading up to the outline where the elk had fallen, and a large blood pool indicated it had bled out. The tracks led back off into the forest. The elk was gone, and there were no elk tracks or drag marks leading from that spot.
The elk had not been quartered. Nor had it been dragged. It had been picked up whole and carried off!
Now Elk cows average 225 kilograms (500 lb), stand 1.3 metres (4.3 ft) at the shoulder, and are 2 metres (6.6 ft) from nose to tail. Bulls are some 40% larger than cows at maturity, weighing an average of 320 kilograms (710 lb), standing 1.5 metres (4.9 ft) at the shoulder and averaging 2.5 metres (8.2 ft) in length.
This had been a very good bull, with a fantastic rack (I have seen their hunting photo's and mounts, and if these guys say it was a great elk, they know what they are talking about).
Some one picked up a 700lb 8 foot long elk and just walked off through the deep snow with it.
This, however, is not what caused them to check their chambers, and back up pistols.
Both he, and his uncle swear an oath on the bible (both take that very seriously) that the scary part was that the tracks were human, and they were bare foot tracks. He said they were about a 13-14 size foot print (based on comparison to his size 9 and his uncle's size 11 boots).
A human sized bare food track, several hours above the snow line came out of the dark forest and picked up a whole dead bull elk, and walked back off into the dark woods!
He and his uncle both had a very bad feeling. They had only taken a few minutes to hike down to where the elk had fallen. Not enough time for several normal people to even drag the elk out. No drag marks in the soft snow.
They went the opposite direction, and got off the mountain as fast as possible! By the time they had left the forest line, the sun was set, and it was getting dark.
This two grown men (ranchers). Each carrying a loaded 7mm mag rifle, and each had a 44mag back up revolver, as well as knives. Both said they felt a darkening around them (different than just the gloom of the dark forest grove). Each said they felt a strong desire to follow the tracks further in to the dark, just to see what the heck was going on. Both said they were overcome with a sense of doom and dread when the took a step down that path to follow.
Now, I have had personal experiences where I believe that premonition saved me. I have close friends in the military (one, a gunship pilot, was a POW for 4 years in Viet Nam, the other was a pilot for harrier jets in the same conflict). Both have stories where all their friends died, and they were saved by premonition (one had a cafe blow up, where he was headed for lunch and a voice told him not to go, the other had a feeling of dread about going to his own birthday party at the officers club. Both places were blown up, and lots of friends died...........) I share that part, because I really do believe that sometimes these feelings or premonitions are real, and can save us from disaster!
Both said they they knew, if they followed those tracks down into the gloom of the deeper forest they were not coming back. Like a dark fist was squeezing their heart, until they turned their back on that dark trail and headed back out toward the lighter area above the tree line!
They both insist it was just a large human sized foot print (slightly larger than an average sized foot.....). But definitely a print with no shoes on. He said you could see the lines from the bottom of the feet, and the individual toe prints. The examined them closely with their flashlights.
They both kept a journal, and each account is similar. They both signed and swore to what they saw. They have never really shared it with anyone outside the family, or very close friends.
They know every track of every animal in the wild there. Several generations of hunters, and every family member in that family hunts religiously!
I have had some weird experiences in the wild before, but this one would freak me out!
Bigfoot? Biblical Cain.....cursed to wander the wild, shunned and hated by humans? Some crazy big dude who runs around barefoot, and is able to pick up a 700lb plus animal and run off in to the woods while carrying it?
Who the hell knows.
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I don't know about scary but it seems a little weird that i occassionally see people's outlines, shadows out of my peripheral vision regularly at my home. If looked upon directly there is no image. One place I have seen many such "apparitions" is hospital parking lots. Never direct on visions, always peripheraly. I have dicussed this with many others who have had similar experiences. I do not feel threatened by these images but I am quite curious. Anyway BOO to you. Thanks for the opportunity. Good luck and happy haunting....Herb
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Last year my wife and I went and stayed the night in a hotel that is rumored to be haunted.
We stayed in 1 or the 2 specific rooms that has a long history of hauntin gand stories from visitors of supernatural things. Throughout the night we heard all kinds of bumps and knocks but we didn't see any ghosts or anything.
It was a suite with two rooms while we were sleeping in one we heard what sounded like fotsteps in the other. I got up flipped on the light and took a picture, this is the picture (I cirlcled the interesting part).
Looked like a face to me, I didn't sleep well the rest of the night
We stayed in 1 or the 2 specific rooms that has a long history of hauntin gand stories from visitors of supernatural things. Throughout the night we heard all kinds of bumps and knocks but we didn't see any ghosts or anything.
It was a suite with two rooms while we were sleeping in one we heard what sounded like fotsteps in the other. I got up flipped on the light and took a picture, this is the picture (I cirlcled the interesting part).
Looked like a face to me, I didn't sleep well the rest of the night
I think you actually had an encounter with Jerry Clower. Were you speeding down Uncle Versey's drive way? I jest =)
I had a strange experience that actually made me believe in ghosts when I was 20 yrs old. I'll give you the watered down version and if anyone wants details I'll gladly expand. Anyway, I was living in Gulf Port, MS. at the time with my girlfriend (Melanie) and her mom. I was at work when I receive a frantic call from my girlfriend. She says "please come home now! please please please. You have got to come home now. Something is in the house!". The whole time she was crying like a baby. I can hear her mom talking in the background and she is frantic too. So I leave work and rush home. They are both huddled together outside in their night gowns at 2:30 AM with the front door open and clutching the phone.
I get there, calm them down, and go inside to see who is in there. Box cutter in each hand I head in. Look all through the house and nothing. No windows open. No one hiding in the closet or under the bed. I literally checked every place that could hide anything bigger than a basketball. They even made me look in the cabinets. Anyway, we sit down and I finally start getting the detailed story. This is what they say.
Melanie was sleeping in her bed and her mom was in the bed next to her in the same room. (1 bedroom upstairs apartment in an old split level house) Melanie is awakened by the sound of heavy breathing in her ear, like someone purposefully trying to hyperventilate, about 6 inches from her ear. She is paralyzed with fear and is afraid to acknowledge it. Just hen her mom spoke up and asked if Melanie was awake. Melanie rolls over quickly and asks if her mom heard that noise. She acknowledges that they both in fact hear this breathing sound and it continued with them both sitting next to each other on the bed. A few minutes pass and the noise stops. They stand up and start to look out of the bedroom door and something started falling through the walls. They said it sounded like someone was dropping wooden balls down inside the walls. It was randomly happening on all 4 walls. They grab the phone, run down the stairs, and call me once outside.
That's the story I got. I was honestly unimpressed with whatever they had happened because at the time I didn't believe in ghosts. I felt then, and still do, that everything has a logical explanation. We just don't always have the luxury of having all the facts. Anyway, skip forward 2 weeks. We had all pretty much put it out of our minds because it hadn't happened again and in fact was the first time anything happened at all. I chalked it up to squirrels in the attic or something like that. Time passes and all is good. Now what happened to me.
I was just getting home from the night shift and everyone was off to work so i decided to get clean. I was washing my face and I heard someone call my name. It was clear and distinct and it was a female. I thought it was my girlfriends mom so I yell "I'm in the bathroom". No response. I think they can't hear me so I yell louder "I'm in the bathroom". No response. I'm like wtf. So I yell really loud "I'M IN THE BATHROOM!". No response. I'm thinking what a fuckin bitch. There is no way she didn't hear me. So I get out of the bathtub, wrap a towel around my waist, and go see wtf is going on. No one is in the place. I didn't actually get the cold chills till I saw the cat sitting at the top of the steps looking down. He was just staring like he was looking AT something. I got the cold chills, I got my clothes on, and got the fuck out of there. I proceeded to the closest church I could find, which was about 6 blocks away. I go inside and ask to speak with a priest. I tell him my story and he agrees to come to the house and "bless" it. He doesn't say anything much to me on the way to the house. I thought it was odd because I really expected the whole "have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and savior?" routine. I guess that was the pessimist in me. Anyway, we pull up out front and the guy turns to me and says "Oh! i know this house. I've been here 3 or 4 times in the past 2 years.".
Excuse me what?
He says "yea, I've been her a few times." . He goes inside, walks all through the place, all the while "blessing" it. He hangs a cross on the wall and looks at us all and says "Don't take this off the wall." He finishes, i take him back to the church, and he shakes my hand and we part ways.
Two months go by and nothing has happened. Her mom decides that cross isn't as pretty as some fugly picture she got from a yard sale for 15 cents, so she takes it down and puts up the picture. I don't know about all of you reading this, but I know exactly what the priest said. Word for word. Don't take this off the wall. How can you fuck that up? It is clear and precise. I was pissed. Two days later the shit starts again. I said "Fuck this" and moved back to Alabama. Left my girlfriend there with her mom and they moved within 2 weeks. True story.
Allrighty...... Contest is closed , stories have been read , my fiance read them to me and we both made the decisions.
Winners have been chosen.
Let me thank the folks who took the time to actually write a good story , we had a hard time choosing second place since the two stories were similiar but we had to come to a decision and sooo.....
Tahts-a-dats-ago - Wins first place for his +devilish+ story , my fiance actually read that one to her best friend. We all agreed that is one scary and sincere story. We hope the best for you and may God be with you.
BigFattyT - Wins second place for a well told ( Bigfoot ?? ) story.... I would not want to know what dragged that off..
To the rest of you story tellers , thank you so much for participating in this contest and to all for taking the time to post something spooky and unusual.
First prize is as pictured in the OP
Second prize is a Slipjoint my woman will pick out tonight.
Both prizes will include various trinkets , gizmos , gadgets , dubloons , razamataz's and shamalams.
Tahts-a-dats-ago and BigFattyT if you will take the time to send me an email tostig@rms-pos.com with your address's I will get these out tommorrow , unless a work emergency arises ( I'm supposed to be 'on phones' and thus in office all day so it should not be a problem.
Thanks again and I hope you both enjoy your goodies ! Have a great weekend all !!
Tostig
Winners have been chosen.
Let me thank the folks who took the time to actually write a good story , we had a hard time choosing second place since the two stories were similiar but we had to come to a decision and sooo.....
Tahts-a-dats-ago - Wins first place for his +devilish+ story , my fiance actually read that one to her best friend. We all agreed that is one scary and sincere story. We hope the best for you and may God be with you.
BigFattyT - Wins second place for a well told ( Bigfoot ?? ) story.... I would not want to know what dragged that off..
To the rest of you story tellers , thank you so much for participating in this contest and to all for taking the time to post something spooky and unusual.
First prize is as pictured in the OP
Second prize is a Slipjoint my woman will pick out tonight.
Both prizes will include various trinkets , gizmos , gadgets , dubloons , razamataz's and shamalams.
Tahts-a-dats-ago and BigFattyT if you will take the time to send me an email tostig@rms-pos.com with your address's I will get these out tommorrow , unless a work emergency arises ( I'm supposed to be 'on phones' and thus in office all day so it should not be a problem.
Thanks again and I hope you both enjoy your goodies ! Have a great weekend all !!
Tostig
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Thank you for a great contest Tostig.
Thanks to everyone who posted up their story; there were some great, scary, stories posted. I got goosebumps from several of them.
Congrats to BigfattyT - you posted a very scary story.
Thanks to everyone who posted up their story; there were some great, scary, stories posted. I got goosebumps from several of them.
Congrats to BigfattyT - you posted a very scary story.
Hello, and congratulations to the winners of our contest! My name is Amber, and I am "Tostig's" fiance. I thought that I would share my scary story now that the contest is over. I hope some of you like it and find it appropriate for the season...
So, this was back in 1988, when I was eight years old. My mom and I lived in Tehachapi, California, which is located in the center of California, in the mountains east of Bakersfield. On weekends, I would visit my grandmother in the less-populated, forresty area that used to be named "Stallion Springs"... My grandma's house was big and nice, with lots of land and boulders with those grinding holes left by the native americans who populated the area a long time ago. I never heard of any mythical creatures or Indian legends from the riogon, but I was just a little girl, so why would I?
It was summer, either July or August, and very hot. I had just been tucked in to bed on the lower, ground level of the house around 10:30 pm. The window was open because of the heat and a fan was running. There wasn't much in the guest room where I usually slept, just a bed, a mirror and dresser, and a nightstand with one of those old alarm clock radios with the numbers that flip as they change.
I remember that I was really tired because I had played unusually hard that day, but I was nervous at the same time. I felt like someone was watching me all day as I played outside on the property among the trees. I wasn't scared while I was playing, but I was curious. I had the feeling that whatever had been watching me didn't want to be seen and was very interested in me. I tossed and turned in my hot room with only the sheet covering me, unable to shake that anxious feeling like something bad was going to happen to me or someone I loved.
Eventually, I drifted off into a fitful sleep. I woke up when it was still dark and looked at the clock. Just past three a.m. and I had wet the bed, wonderful... I got out of my wet p.j.'s and stripped the bed in the dark. Got into an old teeshirt of my grandpa's after I cleaned myself up. It was still super hot in that room so I turned up the fan. I got clean sheets from the hall closet and a towel for the wet spot on the bed. Dreading my embarrassing confession to my grandma about my accident, I trudged back into the guest room. Something wasn't right. That feeling of being watched was back, but this time accompanied by a creeping terror that had me in an immediate cold sweat. I put the towel on the bed and laid the sheets down and crawled in as fast as I could, just wanting to be covered to "protect" me from whatever was watching me, again... I was more afraid than I had ever been in my young life, but I didn't want to wake my grandma with such a babyish reason, so I scrambled into bed and pulled the sheets over my head. Then it happened... The alarm clock by the bed went off, blaring static and taking years off my existence. I whimpered as I reached for the cord to the clock to cease that horrible noise. As I reached for the cord, I sensed movement outside the window and saw it... The moon was very bright and it lit up the hills surrounding the house. The thing that had been watching me was out there, about 15 feet away, looking into my window. It was shorter than my grandma, I remember, and hunched over. It had a face that reminded me of a bat, but mostly just the nose. It was covered in coarse, dark hair, and I think it had a tail. It's arms were bent, and held in front of it. It stood on it's hind legs, and I swear to this day that it was smiling at me. There was nothing friendly in that smile, only hunger and merciless sadism... I tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak wimper. Once more, I was covered in sweat and pee. It's face suddenly changed and I knew that I was a goner... Then it moved. That thing started shuffling toward me, making this horrible gibbering sound, impossible to describe in any detail other than maybe a cross between a giggle and a sob. It was a wet, evil, sinister noise that I hope to never hear again. I made a beeline toward my grandmother's room, babbling incoherently, scaring my poor grandmother half to death. After 45 minutes, she was able to calm me down. Of course, she checked the view from the guestroom and saw nothing but the moonlit hills, but she let me snuggle into bed with her after getting me cleaned up and changed into one of her nightgowns.
I may have fallen asleep around 5 a.m... The next day, I halfway convinced myself that I had had an unimaginable nightmare. Until I noticed the plants under the guestbedroom window. They were completely flat, as if someone or something had been lying down right there, flat. It was a long time before I slept alone at grandma's house again... Thanks for reading my story. Happy Halloween!!! xoxo, Amber
So, this was back in 1988, when I was eight years old. My mom and I lived in Tehachapi, California, which is located in the center of California, in the mountains east of Bakersfield. On weekends, I would visit my grandmother in the less-populated, forresty area that used to be named "Stallion Springs"... My grandma's house was big and nice, with lots of land and boulders with those grinding holes left by the native americans who populated the area a long time ago. I never heard of any mythical creatures or Indian legends from the riogon, but I was just a little girl, so why would I?
It was summer, either July or August, and very hot. I had just been tucked in to bed on the lower, ground level of the house around 10:30 pm. The window was open because of the heat and a fan was running. There wasn't much in the guest room where I usually slept, just a bed, a mirror and dresser, and a nightstand with one of those old alarm clock radios with the numbers that flip as they change.
I remember that I was really tired because I had played unusually hard that day, but I was nervous at the same time. I felt like someone was watching me all day as I played outside on the property among the trees. I wasn't scared while I was playing, but I was curious. I had the feeling that whatever had been watching me didn't want to be seen and was very interested in me. I tossed and turned in my hot room with only the sheet covering me, unable to shake that anxious feeling like something bad was going to happen to me or someone I loved.
Eventually, I drifted off into a fitful sleep. I woke up when it was still dark and looked at the clock. Just past three a.m. and I had wet the bed, wonderful... I got out of my wet p.j.'s and stripped the bed in the dark. Got into an old teeshirt of my grandpa's after I cleaned myself up. It was still super hot in that room so I turned up the fan. I got clean sheets from the hall closet and a towel for the wet spot on the bed. Dreading my embarrassing confession to my grandma about my accident, I trudged back into the guest room. Something wasn't right. That feeling of being watched was back, but this time accompanied by a creeping terror that had me in an immediate cold sweat. I put the towel on the bed and laid the sheets down and crawled in as fast as I could, just wanting to be covered to "protect" me from whatever was watching me, again... I was more afraid than I had ever been in my young life, but I didn't want to wake my grandma with such a babyish reason, so I scrambled into bed and pulled the sheets over my head. Then it happened... The alarm clock by the bed went off, blaring static and taking years off my existence. I whimpered as I reached for the cord to the clock to cease that horrible noise. As I reached for the cord, I sensed movement outside the window and saw it... The moon was very bright and it lit up the hills surrounding the house. The thing that had been watching me was out there, about 15 feet away, looking into my window. It was shorter than my grandma, I remember, and hunched over. It had a face that reminded me of a bat, but mostly just the nose. It was covered in coarse, dark hair, and I think it had a tail. It's arms were bent, and held in front of it. It stood on it's hind legs, and I swear to this day that it was smiling at me. There was nothing friendly in that smile, only hunger and merciless sadism... I tried to scream, but all that came out was a weak wimper. Once more, I was covered in sweat and pee. It's face suddenly changed and I knew that I was a goner... Then it moved. That thing started shuffling toward me, making this horrible gibbering sound, impossible to describe in any detail other than maybe a cross between a giggle and a sob. It was a wet, evil, sinister noise that I hope to never hear again. I made a beeline toward my grandmother's room, babbling incoherently, scaring my poor grandmother half to death. After 45 minutes, she was able to calm me down. Of course, she checked the view from the guestroom and saw nothing but the moonlit hills, but she let me snuggle into bed with her after getting me cleaned up and changed into one of her nightgowns.
I may have fallen asleep around 5 a.m... The next day, I halfway convinced myself that I had had an unimaginable nightmare. Until I noticed the plants under the guestbedroom window. They were completely flat, as if someone or something had been lying down right there, flat. It was a long time before I slept alone at grandma's house again... Thanks for reading my story. Happy Halloween!!! xoxo, Amber
Winners , don't forget to email me your address ASAP so I can ship out your prizes. tostig@rms-pos.com
Tostig
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Wow. Amber that gave me the chills.
Email sent.
Email sent.
ohmyheckinslc
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Hey Bigfattyt, great story. I live in Utah and the local folklore is a fascinating thing. If you want an interesting read, you might look up The Skinwalker Ranch, in eastern utah.... it's like our very own Bermuda triangle... sorta.
Amber, I've gotta say, your story wins in my book... freaky shite that..
Either way, both of you need to consider the very real possibility that it was Nternal.
Great thread, thanks, all, for the entertainment.
Amber, I've gotta say, your story wins in my book... freaky shite that..
Either way, both of you need to consider the very real possibility that it was Nternal.
Great thread, thanks, all, for the entertainment.
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There's a theory that "Ghosts" often exist in the infra red spectrum. Apparently the human eye has a ring of cells around the pupil, which can detect that wavelength. It is thought by some that this may explain why one might see a "person", out of the corner of their eye, but not when they look directly in that direction.
Awesome story man, anything else happen like that happen to them ever again?