Ok, we all know my first one was a joke, but this really happened. When I was younger, we lived on a farm that was built just after the civil war. Anyway, we bought another house, and was moving. After everything was moved, I went back with my old pickup, and started tearing down an old hut I built out in the woods.
Everytime that I went into the woods, I could hear footsteps, like someone was walking right beside me. When I stopped, the sound of footsteps stopped. I could also smell a cigar the whole time.
While I was tearing down the hut I could still smell the cigar. When I carried the lumber back through the woods, I would hear the footsteps right beside me again. This happened everytime that I was in the woods. When I came back out in to the pasture, there was no sound, but I could still smell the cigar. It was like whoever or whatever it was, stayed in the woods.
The whole time that we lived there alot of strange things happened. This place was really old. When we moved in, my dad acually had to put in a bathroom. The only bathroom was in the backyard, It was an old outhouse. The crazy part is the previous owners was still using it !
Got alot of stories from that old place ! I sure wish I had known about metal detecting back then ! That would probably have been a sweet spot to hunt !
