Every man has a story, so lets hear it…
Funny you say this…not seen but heard!
Just this morning my wife was in the shower and I was brushing my teeth and I heard a whistle and I asked her is she whistled and she said no she thought it was me…hair on my neck stood straight up and she was freaked out too. Our kids were not home as they spent the night at my mom’s, it was about 9:30 in the morning. Quick check of the house and nothing but man was she spooked, honestly I was too but I just chalked it up to a bird or something outside…I left the house to go to the office and gave her a quick reminder of the night side AR…which now means I need to build an ultra light AR…wrong time to want to do this…
Don’t really have any straight up ghost stories but have plenty of “how did I make it through that” stories. And living in an old house there are plenty of strange noises but I chalk those up to the house.
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Not mine, and I don’t really believe in ghosts because otherwise they would literally be everywhere and all the time…but I knew a guy in the army 1984-1988ish that for some reason pulled guard duty at a concentration camp in Europe (and honestly I didn’t even know the military did that) and he said it was the most haunted place he had ever been in his life.
Wasn’t gonna call BS on him, he wasn’t the kind of guy to make shit up and I don’t think he really believed in ghost and stuff.
Not even Leonard Nimoy, Robert Stack, and John Walsh combined can explain THIS one. :eek:
Not seen, but heard/felt.
I have been backpacking since I was 8 years old. May of this year, I got my son started backpacking, the same trail I did as my first, Morrison loop in Allegheny National Forest, PA. We drove up on Saturday morning, and hit the trail. Hiked in about 2 miles, and found a spot to camp for the night. Setup camp, had dinner, then retreated to the tent to play UNO. It started raining about 10pm.
I was woken up about midnight to a strange sound. Sounded like drum beats for about 5 seconds, stopped. More beats, stopped. This went on for several minutes, getting more intense each time. Suddenly, it got stronger, and faster, I began to feel the beats through my inflatable sleeping pad, getting closer and closer. It sounded and felt like it was just outside the tent, then just stopped.
The next morning, there was no tracks, no markings, nothing disturbed. My son slept through it.
As I sit here typing this, chills run up my spine. No clue what it was, and I have been backpacking 30 years.
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Almost a year ago, I rolled my truck. I was doing about 70mph, & not wearing a seatbelt. I hit some ice & went off the road, and when the truck stopped rolling, I was pinned in the vehicle. After people pulled me from the vehicle as I asked them to, I walked into the ambulance with only a few minor abrasions & bruised ribs. I should’ve been killed, or severely injured.
Your toilet has a vent on the roof. If a bird gets up there and sings, you can hear it inside.
I’ve got hearing issues and had it happen to me, hell I could hear it, figuring out where it came from, was the issue.
Around 1998. ICE COLD January day…very blustery, many inches of snow. Decided, of all days, to walk up into the woods on an adjoining farm with my dog Gem, to investigate a very old, dilapidated house that you could only barely see a bit of roof in winter when leaves were of the trees. Strapped on my Colt Series 70 and off we went. About a little less than a mile walk. Get to the house-its falling in, floors are very dangerous, snow covers everything inside. Proceed carefully into house. I see a bookshelf & books, go over, blow off the snow, they are old school primers from around 1900 or so. The stairs going to second floor had fallen no telling how long before. I found a huge pile of the old glass telephone wire insulators in front of a fallen in fireplace. So, Gem & I standing there, Im checking those out…when all of a sudden…UPSTAIRS…A COUPLE OF LARGE THINGS START RUNNING ACROSS THE FLOOR!! I dropped that insulator & drew that .45 before it hit the ground. Gem took off like her ass was on fire…GONE. They ran from one side of the upstairs room, to the other. NO WAY could anything have used the stairs, and I would be hella afraid to even have tried to walk across the floor, much less run, much less two of…whatever.
So- Im navigating the floor trying to get the heck out without breaking an ankle…more commotion. I seriously considered firing into the ceiling, just let whatever know I was armed…but didnt. I got out and lit for the house…checking my six the entire way. About a hundred yards from home- I hid in a fence line for about 10 minutes…to see if anything was following me. Got home- Gem was like “F that noise”.
Never went back- never knew what it was. It/they were HEAVY, I know that…not a coon or anything like that.
FAST FORWARD 10 YEARS. One sunny May day, stepped out on back porch to go to work at about 2:30 pm or so- to see a Mountain Lion/Couger/Catamount/Puma…whatever you wish to call them…in full run across a hayfield behind my house. I was as stunned as if hit by lightning. I could not believe it. But soon after- I got to wondering…could THAT be what I heard in that old house 10 years earlier?
Ill never know.
Oh trust me I know but this whistle was VERY human sounding…i mean my hair stood up and I got chills when my wife said it wasn’t her and she heard it too…I mean it was freaky! We have a large bathroom and large walk-in shower, I was by the sink and heard clear as day while she was in the shower with the water running…
Im watching this now for free on Youtube.
I have Prime Video. I’ll be sure to check it out!
I just watched this…wow. I think what may interest you the most starts about 1:12:00 or so. Let us know what you think.
Gonna have to go with the 25k troops in Washington. Shit couldn’t get any stranger if ET came down and inaugurated bigfoot tomorrow.
So I’m 55 now and my one and only “supernatural” encounter occurred when I was 16 or 17. I was still hunting a heavily wooded draw that opens up to a river bottom several miles from my house. I’d hunted this draw several times before with friends and always saw lots of game. One time we even got to watch a family of bobcats walking one of the ridges above and if you’ve ever heard them scream, they can be pretty spooky (sounds like a screaming woman or baby).
Anyway, I’m about halfway down the draw and perplexed because I haven’t seen anything at all. Then it dawns on me that I haven’t even seen any birds, which is really odd. A heavy dew overnight means I’m barely making any sound on the mostly decomposed leaves under foot, so I know it’s not me scaring things off. At that point I had a solid decade of experience under my belt. I was bringing home small game with bow and arrow by age 6 and started solo deer hunting at 10. So it wasn’t like I didn’t know what I was doing. I’d become quite efficient at stalking and killing all kinds of game by then.
Anyway, I keep going and about 10 minutes later things get quiet. I mean really quiet, like not even a breath of wind and literally nothing stirring, at all. That’s when all the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up as hard as they’ve ever been in my life. I had this sudden, undeniable sense of evil in my presence. I went from silent killer to nervous prey like flipping a switch. I’m scanning the woods all around me looking for any movement at all and there isn’t any. I’m trying to keep my cool and continue moving down the game trail towards the end of the draw, slowly scanning all around me as I go. Nothing. That sense of dread just kept building and I legit ran flat-out the last 100 yards to the clearing. As soon as I broke the treeline the dread went away like it never happened.
Now I’d like to chalk it up to a moment of overactive imagination, but I’ve solo hunted may more days since then and have never felt like that again. All my years globetrotting and stalking through the night in the military, and nothing like this has ever happened before or since. It just doesn’t bother me to be all by myself in the woods, I love it as a matter of fact. But I never hunted that draw again and have no desire to go back there. Ever. Even driving by the side road that leads down to it still gives me a shudder to this day.
I’ve had those sensations also. Those are my erie experiences I mentioned. Never saw or heard anything but more felt it.
It’s definitely a heavy feel! :eek:
Strangest thing I’ve ever seen and can’t explain?
My wife saying “Yeah, after thinking about it you were right and I shouldn’t have argued.”