Unexplained Phenomena

[Oroblanco]

Greetings,
This thread is for the discussion of strange phenomena including but not limited to: Bigfoot, UFOs, Alien Abductions, Crop Circles, Lake Monsters, Ghosts, Hauntings, Strange Animals seen, Strange Lights, and any other odd experience you wish to discuss. <If you are a skeptic, this thread will not likely interest you so why waste your time.> Strike that statement - for the skeptics are welcome too, heck if you can't swallow the quite personal experiences of the posts, perhaps you will at least be entertained and we can always use more material for telling spooky, strange stories around the campfire. It always helps give the campfire audience an extra goosebump or two if you can say "this is a true story" or at least that the witnesses in the original stated it was true!

I invite anyone and everyone to tell of their own experiences as well as those of relatives and friends, and propose any theories they like. Don't worry about being labeled with a tinfoil hat, I already have one!
Oroblanco

"There are stranger things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies." --from Hamlet

 

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[jeff of pa]

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[RatRacer]

This is a strange occurrance, although it might be easily explained. I know, it isn't about ghosts or monsters, but it was startling, and unexplained.
In 1998, I went to Atlantic City and played the slots. I won a few times, and, just because, I cashed out in quarters. I got a bucket full. I played a little while longer, then went to a different casino. I emptied the bucket into my pockets, and waddled across the street with pockets heavy and bulging. At the second casino, I dumped the quarters back into the bucket I had taken from the first. I went to the cashier, a tall, pretty woman, to cash out. I put the bucket on the counter. She looked at the bucket, looked at me, took 3 quarters out of the bucket, and, smiling, dumped the bucket into the sorter.
There was exactly $90.00 in the bucket.
HOW did she know there was 3 quarters too many to make a round 90 dollars? The bucket was from a different casino, and was a different size and shape from the ones her casino used. The counter was solid marble, no scale built in to weigh them.
I just goggled at her, stammered "Wow, thanks!" and left. HOW did she do that? Mystical powers? Extremely delicate sense of weight and volume? Years of practice doing a fairly repetitive and somewhat boring job?
I wish I had asked her.

 

[Oroblanco]

Greetings Ratracer,
By any chance, were you using one of those "Player's Cards" that the casinos give out? These are to keep track of how much the player is putting into the machines, and also how much they have won - what they tell us is that it is for keeping track so the "player" can be given the proper "perks" once he or she has spent enough. If you were using one of those players cards, they would have known how much you had won - and many casinos are in intimate communication with other casinos for one reason to keep track of the known cheaters.

Then again some people can take one look at a jar full of jellybeans and guess the correct number very close. Perhaps the clerk had so much experience it was no problem to guess it right? I take it that your money was counted which confirmed that it was exactly $90 right?
Oroblanco

 

[coolcash2004]

Obviously a magician. Note how i say magician, not witch or wizzard because they are much different things. After reading just about every fiction/fantasy book there is i have developed a pretty good idea about things like this. My best guess is that she is a magician, who does not know of her powers. Probably just took a guess, not knowing it was right, and was in fact correct. To read more about magicians like this i suggest you read "The saint of dragons", and the sequal. Then again, it could not have been her at all, it may have been you, or someone near by. Were you by any chance thinking about how many quarters were in the bucket at the time? If so, please let me know, you may have a special skill at hand. Or it could also have been someone near by, utilizing there poweres subconciously. And lastly it may have been the Earth, nature. Chance may have taken its toll and she got lucky. Its up to you to decide!

-CC

 

[Oroblanco]

Coolcash'04, why would you say "obviously a magician"? Couldn't be a case of someone who was a great guesser?
Oroblanco

 

[gollum]

When I was about 15 years old, my best friend and I used to go to his grandfather's house almost every day after school (he had free bottled cokes, and snacks).

One day when we went over there, we knocked on the door, and a black lady with gray hair answered it. She asked us to come in and said that Mr. Boudreaux would be back shortly. We got cokes and started watching TV in the living room (front room).

The house is what is called a shotgun house. That is a house built off of a central hallway. You can walk in the front door and look straight down the hall and see the back door. All the rooms open to the hallway.

We could see her going from room to room. We thought he had hired a maid (he was in his seventies at the time). He got home about a half hour later. He was very surprised to see us in his living rom and asked how we got in. When we told him the maid let us in, he told us he never hired a maid. We thought she might have been a burglar, so we went room to room and found nothing. She could not have gone out the back door, firstly because we would have seen her, and also because the door was locked from the inside. She also could not have gotten out of any of the windows because he had burglar bars on all his windows. When we had searched every room and closet, finding nothing, we all went back into the living room. Robbie's Grandfather also said nothing was missing.

He asked us what she looked like, when we told him, he almost dropped a calf! He said he DID have a maid that looked like that in the early 1960s. He said she died about 1965.

TRUE STORY!

Best,

Mike

 

[Oroblanco]

Hello Mike!

Yep, yet another thread that can include Bigfeets! Just a different tack here, wanted to hear some of the sightings of Bigfoot and other unexplained incidents that people have personally experienced or a close friend or relative had and the member has good knowledge of. Not a thread to just toss about sweeping dismissals, just would like to hear of the experiences people have had. The skeptics don't want to even read through eyewitness reports, just toss them out of hand. This is wrong really as eyewitnesses statements DO have merit and carry weight, and if anyone doubts that try defending yourself in court when three eyewitnesses state that they saw you commit a crime!

Man, Mike - your own experience would have given ME the chills! It kind of does anyway, and I wasn't even there! May I ask you a couple of questions about the incident? Did you notice anything unusual about the maid lady? Did she appear as solid as everything else around? Did you hear her leave? Did your friend notice anything unusual prior to finding out that there had not been a maid (alive)?

I will post some of my own experiences too, but really want to hear about those of others - I will post one soon though so as to remove any doubt a reader might have as to my right to my tinfoil hat.

I have been reading the posts on those two threads on Bigfoot, it was funny to see the posts where the skeptics have to pose the questions and objections that a "true believer" might raise. I just finally realized I was wasting the skeptics time and my own, trying to present a case to skeptics who have to have a body before theycan believe. I don't require quite that level of proof, and am not the only one - Arizona for instance does not require a body to convict a person of murder.

Anyway dear readers, please share your odd experiences - I will share too, promise! Anyone who has lived out in the 'wilds' for a long time will have run into those unexplainable incidents, sooner or later. Even living in a city, things which are not supposed to be possible DO happen too, like hauntings! (Ever watch Ghost Hunters, and see some of their best evidence? That one with a small dark figure running up and down the deck in the old prison really gave me goosebumps! )

Oroblanco

 

[RatRacer]

In regards to the "casino" post, no, I was only using cash. I think she was able to accurately judge the number of quarters just by looking at them. If she has worked there for a long time, she would probably just develop that ability. It was still pretty amazing!
My wife works at a museum. One of the guards there, a kinda scruffy-looking fellow, wouldn't strike you as particularly bright. He has the ability to look at a container of any size or shape and accurately calculate its volume, in his head. In a recent show they had a huge antique fishbowl, and he told me the exact volume, within a few ounces. The maintenance man is another "Beautiful mind." He's learning-disabled, can't drive, yet he knows the serial number of every key in the entire building. If you ask him the number for a specific door, he can tell you the correct, 9-digit number. If you show him a key, he can tell what door it belongs to. (All the locks use identical, side-pin keys.)
Incredible what people can do with their minds.
Now for a creepy one. When I was about 8, my older sister and I were in our basement. We started up the stairs, then my sister stopped and pointed back into the basement. a fishing rod was hovering and rocking gently, about a foot off the floor, right near a workbench we had just walked past. We both screamed and ran upstairs. A little while later we went back down. The rod was lying on the floor. I said "It must have been hanging on the workbench shelf by its crank." But when I tried to balance it there, I couldn't do it.

 

[ClonedSIM]

I think I live in a house that is currently haunted. Lots of weird happenings. Like:
1. My grandmother gave my wife a knitted scarf/hat set. We came back to the house and my wife left the zip-lock bag is was in on our coffee table. We then left again for dinner. When we came back home, the hat was missing from the bag, but the scarf was still there and the bag was still sealed shut! At first, we thought one of the dogs had gotten hold of it, so we checked the entire house top-to-bottom, under furniture, the front and back yards but, nothing. Then, two weeks later, we awoke that morning to find the hat, folded nicely, sitting on the floor in front of our entertainment center in the living room. A little back story, the hat was knitted out of a very frilly, soft fabric that snags easily, and I have six dogs that love to destroy anything soft and frilly, but there was not a thread out of place on the hat, and not a drop of drool or blade of grass or speck of dirt to show that it had made it into the yard at all. It just showed up.
2. About a week after the had reappeared, we woke up one morning to see that all the clocks in the house, except for the ones on our cell phones, were set forward a full half-hour. There were no storms that night, nor any indication the power had gone out for any amount of time.
3. The next morning, the clocks were set a half-hour behind with the exact same circumstances.
4. On our living room wall, there are two large mirrors behind our entertainment center. When we moved in, we really didn't like them, but the wall behind them wasn't painted, and we couldn't seem to get an exact color match, so we just covered the majority of the mirrors up with 4 large paintings. In order to hang them in this way, I had to drill holes in the mirrors and drive nails into the holes. They are very sturdy on the wall. Two of them are hanging with their bottoms about three feet from above the floor, and the other two have their bottoms about 5.5 feet from the floor. I came out one morning to find that one of the pictures had been slid three inches off-center to the left. Since it was a bottom picture, I thought a dog might have knocked a tail into it and dislocated it, so I corrected it and forgot about it. The next morning, I came out to find the top two pictures had been moved in the same fashion, about 3 inches to the left.
5. About another week later, I ame into the living room to see something on the television screen. Not a show, but an odd design drawn into the dust on the screen. (We've noticed you don't really have to dust tables, tv's etc,until someone touches the dust and you can see it! ) It was just one symbol, looking like a oddly-drawn version of the sideways-8, infinity sign. I could have dismissed this as an accident, but when I went to get something for breakfast, I saw the same symbol drawn into the dust on the kitchen table.

 

[gollum]

Hey Roy,

We were 15! We didn't notice anything other than the cokes, snacks, and TV! She seemed as real as anybody else I have ever met. Neither one of us touched her. She opened the door for us, and let us in past her. She spoke to us and sounded normal.

The only thing we noticed was her going from room to room while we were watching TV (every time she left a room, she had to go into the one hallway). It would have been impossible for her to have left without our hearing or seeing her. The back door was locked from the inside, and we were in the front room, she would have to have walked past us to leave through the front door.

That one's not nearly the most frightening ghost story I've got. The other one takes some description of the house and a little setup, to tell it right, but here goes:

When I was 13 or 14, I was in the Boy Scouts. Two if my best friends were the Scoutmaster's sons. Their last name is Grout. Their dad was an ex-Marine JAG Officer, as well as a HUGE practical joker! Peter and Cliff's Grandmother passed away, and willed her house to Mr. and Mrs. Grout. While moving in,when Mr. Grout was taking down the big mirror hanging over the mantle, he screamed and ran into the kitchen to his wife. He told her that when he took down the mirror, he saw his mother's reflection in it. All of a sudden, there was a big crash. They went over to see what had happened, and the frame was still standing on the mantle where Mr. Grout had left it, but the glass was smashed out of the frame!

This description of the house is important for the rest of the story:

It is a two story house. There are two front doors. The door on the left opens up into a small portico, and a stairway goes directly upstairs. The door to the right opens up on the downstairs. There is a semicircular staircase in the back that connects the upstairs and the downstairs. The back yard is as high as the middle of the back stairway, so the back door and landing is halfway down the back stairs. The right wall of the back stairs is the outside wall of Peter's Bedroom downstairs. They have several dogs in the backyard.

One weekend, one of my friends and I were spending the weekend at the Grouts' house. We stayed downstairs with Peter and Cliff. It was about 1 or 2 AM, and we heard someone walking around upstairs. We asked if it was the Old Man? They said NO! We asked if it was "The Fat Broad" (that was what we called his mom, because she looked a lot like "the fat broad" from the BC Comic Strips). They said NO! When we asked who it was, they said that it was their grandmother. We knew she was dead, and laughed at them. They were serious! They told us exactly where we would hear her walking from room to room. They said she walked the same route every couple of nights.

Since their dad (our Scoutmaster) was known for his awesome practical jokes, we assumed it was him. When the footsteps started down the back steps (just like Peter said they would), I figure to turn the tables on the "Old man" and scare him. Since we could hear the footsteps coming down the back stairs (the stairs were attached to the wall of Peter's Bedroom remember), I was going to listen to the steps and count them down. When the Old man got to the last step, I was going to whip open Peter's bedroom door and jump him!

When the footsteps got to the back door landing, the dogs in the backyard started going crazy (that's when I knew it was the Old man). Peter said there were 19 steps from the landing, to the bottom step (which was right outside Peter's Bedroom door. We could hear and feel the person coming down the steps as they were no more than 8 or 10 inches from me on the other side of the wall! We counted down 15,14,13,12,11,10,9,8,7,6,5 (I grabbed the doorknob and got ready to rip the door open and yell!) 4,3,2,1.Last step, I yanked the door open as fast as I could and jumped out yelling as loud as I could........THERE WAS NOBODY THERE! I could hear and feel the footsteps coming down the stairs through the wall, and there was NO WAY to have gotten away, because the last step is about two feet from the bedroom door! No more than one-half to one second from the sound of the last step, to me yanking the door open!

I slammed the door shut. We jumped in our sleeping bags, and zipped them up over our heads. I think we might have come out a while later, but I really don't remember much after that. I was kind of in shock!

Another absolutely true story!

Sleep well,

Mike

 

[Captain Trips]

This is a strange occurrance, although it might be easily explained. I know, it isn't about ghosts or monsters, but it was startling, and unexplained.
In 1998, I went to Atlantic City and played the slots. I won a few times, and, just because, I cashed out in quarters. I got a bucket full. I played a little while longer, then went to a different casino. I emptied the bucket into my pockets, and waddled across the street with pockets heavy and bulging. At the second casino, I dumped the quarters back into the bucket I had taken from the first. I went to the cashier, a tall, pretty woman, to cash out. I put the bucket on the counter. She looked at the bucket, looked at me, took 3 quarters out of the bucket, and, smiling, dumped the bucket into the sorter.
There was exactly $90.00 in the bucket.
HOW did she know there was 3 quarters too many to make a round 90 dollars? The bucket was from a different casino, and was a different size and shape from the ones her casino used. The counter was solid marble, no scale built in to weigh them.
I just goggled at her, stammered "Wow, thanks!" and left. HOW did she do that? Mystical powers? Extremely delicate sense of weight and volume? Years of practice doing a fairly repetitive and somewhat boring job?
I wish I had asked her.

Nothing magical (or "sleight of hand") to it. She took out three quarters and ran "the rest" through the counter. If it came out uneven, she would add in the necessary number of quarters to make an even dollar amount. (It's easier to add in one, two, or three quarters than to take them out after counting.) I would hazard a guess that she takes three quarters out of EVERYONE's pot for just this reason. The odds it will then come out even are only one-in-four, not bad odds. In your case, you just hit the odds and she didn't have to use any of the three "reserve" quarters to even it out!

 

[Digginman]

My parents moved us from West Virginia to Michigan when I was ten. (I've forgiven them, but it took many years).

My brother, John and I would visit my grandparents for two weeks each during the summer. Where they lived, Farmington, is a very rural, remote area. It has less than 400 people now, a few more then. The number 9 mine explosion in 1969, killled 78 men from there. The mines have closed, most of the young people leave at their first opportunity.

This happened about 1973 or 1974. I was 13 or 14 at the time.

My brother went on his visit first. When it was my turn we drove down. When we arrived, my grandad and brother started telling us about a howling they had been hearing in the evenings. I was young and dumb, thought they were trying to scare me. I didn't think much about it.

My folks took my brother home on Sunday, as planned. I was so hot and dry, that summer. The temperature was in the 90's everyday, and it hadn't rained in weeks. Of course, I was on vacation, so, guess what?? It rained. I was only there a couple of days and it rained. We were sitting out on the back porch. Now, here, there was no front yard, but there was a good size yard on the side of the house. The back porch sat on the corner of the house, overlooking the yard. There was a cement walk, and steps down to the road. It was a drop of about 3 feet. At the end of the walk was the "building". It was my grandad's workshop. Under this, he had a garage dug out. A large light hung on the eave of the building.

We were sitting there in the dark, enjoying the cooler evening. Almost instantly, my grandma's poodle jumped out of her lap, and stated running in circles. She ran into the door a couple of times, I opened the door and let her in. Something had scared her really bad. Then it started, the howling I was told about. It made the hair on you arms and the back of your neck stand up. It sounded very close, coming up the hollar from below. I've never heard anything like this before. It seemed like it lasted forever, but probably lasted only 15 minutes or so. Still, a very long encounter. We listened for movement from the woods, but heard nothing. I was in shock, but my grandparents took it in stride. I guess it was because they had heard it before.

We heard the howling for the next few evenings, but not all of them.

During my second week, we were getting ready for bed. It was late, we had been fishing. We heard a crash come from outside. My grandad ran to the back porch and turned on the light that hung from the building. We both stepped out onto the porch. Something big came off the hill. It was on 2 legs and it's stride was very long. It was at least 7 feet tall, if not more. It was very dark, because of the light behind it. It crossed the yard in about three steps, and stepped off onto the road like it had done it everyday. This is about a 3 feet drop. I didn't say I saw hair or glowing eyes, just what I described here. The crash turned out to be the trash can being turned over.

We still heard the howling until I went home. My grandparents said they heard it for most of that summer, after that.

Years later, I found a link to a Bigfoot site. Posted there was a simular story, no more than 10 miles away, at about the same time. I tried to email these folks, but I didn't get a response.

I saw what I saw. To me, something is wandering around this country. Bigfoot is real.

 

[Oroblanco]

Hello Mike and everyone!
Thank you Mike for sharing that one too! If I had been there, I can assure you that I would have been high-tailing it for anywhere OUT of that house! I have had quite a number of experiences with hauntings in my life, even an incident here in the 'middle of nowhere USA' quite recently. I will present two incidents, not the most frightening or strangest mind you, just to get started.

I was born on a small farm in rural PA where my folks raised and sold horses - even had a family cow that had to be hand-milked. There was "indoor plumbing" of water, that is a pitcher pump for water in the kitchen sink and NONE anywhere else, and no indoor toilet - had the old familiar outhouse. The house had been built prior to the Civil War, and we even found old US Army uniforms in the attic (pretty moth-eaten and sad to say but my mother had a dim view of anything 'old' so had ME burn them as trash! Still have to sigh over that. ) The house was big, like many old farmhouses and not laid out in any kind of logical order - in fact upstairs had a separate apartment of several rooms which you had to go outside to get into as no door or stairway connected inside the house. The "apartment" (my folks called it a "Mother-in-law-apartment") was not in use and was locked. Well the family was in the house one morning and had finished breakfast, I recall my mother was ironing etc nothing out of the ordinary but it was pretty quiet. Suddenly we heard a door slam very loudly from upstairs, and heard heavy clomping footsteps coming down the steps of the stairs that led to the apartment. Everyone raced outside to see just who was coming out of that apartment, and arrived in seconds (it was not a long way to get to the stairs) yet NOTHING was there! This would not be surprising if there were woods or somewhere a person could have hidden, but there was NOTHING but open pasture around - an intruder would have had to vanish or had an "invisibility suit" of some kind. There were no near neighbors there in any direction for several miles (hmm maybe that is why I now choose to live in a spot like that?) and the only road ran past the front of the house, the opposite side of where the access stairs to the apartment were. The door to the apartment was checked and found to be still locked! (Since then I have thought about that incident and how odd it was for such a thing to happen in broad daylight.) Being a kid, us children had to ask what the heck had caused the ruckus, and were told "it was the house settling" and there was no such things as ghosts. I accepted that and went back to the pursuits of a kid. There were other incidents in that house which in retrospect appear to have been a type of ghost known as a "poltergeist" - a noisy, nuisance of a spirit or being with no solid "body" but a sense of humor.

Zoom ahead from decades ago to about a month ago, and from NE PA to SE AZ. My wife and I moved to a piece of land that is as far "back in" away from other people as we could find private land for sale with no close neighbors. We put in a camper to live in while we took our time to build a house. So living in a 23 foot camper (have to fit that image Jeff Foxworthy has made popular of us white folks) we don't spend too much time inside. One fine afternoon we had come in for a drink and sat down at the "booth" dining area, without putting on the TV or any other distraction, just settin' and vegetating for a few minutes. Our dogs (four) were all inside too, enjoying the cooler shade and cool feel of linoleum floor, if not sleeping they were doing their best impressions of it. The quiet was so nice, not even the sound of a distant engine could be heard, and the breeze was so slight that only the tips of the grass showed that any indication that the air was moving at all. Suddenly a voice called out "ROY" (my actual name) in a loud, clear voice, from the other end of the camper! It startled me (and my wife) and awoke the dogs with a jump, so I know it was not something that only I had heard - the dogs scrambled out the door to find the stranger who had spoken, and so did my wife and I! As you can guess, there was NO ONE anywhere in sight, and you can see for miles in every direction from this camper! We have since learned that there was a homestead on this land, several hundred yards from where we now are living, and have found two "pit houses" of ancient Amerindian residents less than one hundred yards away as well as pottery shards (Anasazi) arrowheads etc even found an old grave site near our old campsite which is about 200 yards in another direction. So it is not a parcel of land that has never had any human occupants, but the disembodied voice calling out my own name sure gave ME a chill, and in broad daylight too!

There are so many more that it would fill a book, literally, and stretch the belief of the readers perhaps past what even a 'believer' could accept. I will sure post more if anyone cares to read them, though the risk of being labeled a member of the 'lunatic fringe' prevents me from posting publicly the worst incidents.

Anyway thank you all for sharing your experiences, I look forward to reading many more!
your friend,
Roy ~ Oroblanco

 

[Oroblanco]

Thank you Digginman for sharing your experience! This is the kind of eyewitness report that the "skeptic" refuses to even read - yet your statements would be acceptable to a court of law. It has always bothered me when a skeptic wants to tell an eyewitness that they did not see and experience what they saw and experienced with their own eyes.

I have to agree, Bigfoot is a real creature. No cultural boogeyman has ever left behind footprints or hair snagged on branches, nor left "nests" or twisted off trees. The twisted tree phenomenon is only recently identified with Bigfoot reports, but the documented incident of a capture of a young Bigfoot (nicknamed by the capturers "Jacko") included this statement:

quote
"His forearm is much longer than a man's forearm, and he possesses extraordinary strength, as he will take hold of a stick and break it by wrenching it or twisting it, which no man living could break in the same way."
end quote

The howling is very much in keeping with a large number of other reports of encounters, and the theory has been proposed that this may be how a large primate (which is what we presume a Bigfoot would be, primates including Orangutans and man) that is not gregarious but lives in solitary life may establish contact with other members of his/her species, perhaps for the purpose of breeding and reproducing.

Thank you again for the post!
Oroblanco

 

[Digginman]

I don't see where it's hard to believe of a North American Ape. Apes are all over the world, why not here?? They are rare, maybe almost extinct. I don't understand.

DM

 

[coolcash2004]

Coolcash'04, why would you say "obviously a magician"? Couldn't be a case of someone who was a great guesser?
Oroblanco

Sorry, that is just what i think it is, what you and others think could be quite different. However, later in my post i tell about the other possibilities, maybe you remember me saying that

QUOTE: "And lastly it may have been the Earth, nature. Chance may have taken its toll and she got lucky. Its up to you to decide!"
END QUOTE

A possibility of chance, it very well may have been.

I love this kind of thing and i am very glad that you started this thread. I have enjoyed reading the stories so far and i cant wait to see more!

quote
"His forearm is much longer than a man's forearm, and he possesses extraordinary strength, as he will take hold of a stick and break it by wrenching it or twisting it, which no man living could break in the same way."
end quote

I SAW THIS SAME QUOTE ON THE HISTORY CHANNEL A COUPLE MONTHS BACK!!! I was watching a 2 hour premere about bigfoot (thats what i do when im sick) and heard that exact quote, i remember it clearly.

Now, for a short experience of my own.

-We live in a small town that has been around for several hundred years. About 4 doors down from my house there is an old quarry that was used in the 1700's all the way up to the early 1900's as a summer home. There are a couple miles of deserted hiking trails through the woods, and an old foundation of a castle that once stood there.

About 4 years ago me and my brother were walking through the trails, it was mid fall, the leaves were changing, it was very cool out, breezy and getting dark outside. We could still see very clearly though becasue it wasnt that late. We went down the farthest trail and when it ended we kept walking into the unmarked woods. Pretty soon we came to a very small old grave yard (8-12 graves). The graves had dates on them (when readable) into the 1800's. After looking at some of the graves, i realized it was a dog graveyard! I thought this was very neat so i looked around. After a few minutes i heard a sound and turned around, and what do i see but a tree dangling in the air! A tree that had been there before, now was cut at then trunk and was dangling about 8 inches above the lower trunk of the tree! The tree was about 6 inches wide, and couldnt have been cut that quikely or quietly. And it was hanging of the ground! I of course looked up to see if the branches were dangling or holding up the tree, but they werent! And to top that off it was the only dead tree surrounding the grave yard! I looked at it for a couple minutes, touched it, and it just wobled in the air. I got pretty freaked out so i ran home with my brother. We came back a couple days later and the tree was re attached to the trunk. Every since this incident i keep my eye extra sharp for oddities in the world. Trust me, this story is 100% true, why would i lie. I am still amazed and cant figur out how this happened.

Thanks for reading and thanks for this thread!

-CC

 

[Oroblanco]

Hello again Digginman - if you care to read some dissertation on why the skeptics do not believe Bigfoot can exist, there are a couple of threads with much debate here in T-net, under the "Personal Rants" section.

Hello Coolcash'04! I didn't mean to sound overly skeptical, the clerk could have been a magician (sleight of hand) and we can never know.

What a strange incident - a tree hanging in the air! You heard no sound of chain saw or axe etc (obviously) so how in heck did it get cut so quickly and so silently? I suppose some whiz-kid with a portable laser might have been playing games, but then how in heck could the tree have been put back together? Super glue? The fact that this is right in a pet cemetary only raises the goosebumps! I for one would not wish to spend a night there!!!
Oroblanco

 

[coolcash2004]

Thanks Oroblanco. I have been thinking about that incident ever since you started this thread. I pass by there sometimes when i go on a bike ride. It always looks like its in the fall time there, even in other seasons. It looks like the best place to read a book, eat an apple, and sight some ghosts! Its really creepy, but for some reason i love those kind of places. There just so spooky and peacefull. I should go spend some time there again this fall, check the dates on the stones ans stuff. I dont detect grave yards, so dont worry about that. If i remember correctly it has a really old black rusted wrought iron fence surrounding one side of it. A little odd. This place is so full of mysteries i swear i can feel it in the air. I will return one day soon i hope. Thanks again for the reply!

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[Oroblanco]

Coolcash'04 - just wanted to tell you I love your tag line - Silence is Golden, Duct Tape is Silver!

There IS something that attracts some of us to those "haunting" places isn't there? Perhaps it is just a case of being sensitive to the lives which went before us or something else? I have visited a couple dozen Civil War battlefields, several Revolutionary war and several Indian war battlefields and they ALL have a very strange "feel" to them. A bit like the same feeling you get in a graveyard, or a "haunted" house; something quite intangible, to some a sense of unease, but in others a very peaceful "feeling" if you will. One gets this same sense at isolated lighthouses, old homesteads in now-abandoned lands etc. I wonder if most (or all) treasure-hunters don't get this feeling at least once while out searching those long-dead, long-abandoned battlefields, towns, stage stations etc?

I have to admit that I tried metal detecting in a graveyard several times, after someone had highly recommended them as "great" places to hunt. I found almost no coins at all (less than half a dozen pennies, all highly corroded) and I hate to admit this but hit the edge of TWO caskets. The headstones are NOT a good guide to exactly where the caskets are buried (as I sadly learned) and they are NOT buried "six feet deep" even though I think that is a regulation for sanitary reasons - in BOTH incidents, the edge of the casket (corners actually in both cases) was less than SIX INCHES deep! I was tempted to report it, but felt so bad about having been SO thoughtless about what someone else might think of me digging around in the cemetary where their loved ones were buried I didn't turn it in - in fact when I hit the second corner of a casket, I quickly backfilled the hole and quit hunting cemetaries for good. I won't try it now for any reason, though a parking area nearby might be alright you just never know for sure where they buried the caskets.

Thanks for the story! I look forward to reading more!
your friend,
Roy ~ Oroblanco