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Experiences of
People
Feeling Drawn into the
Woods
This is a typical account of a person feeling a strong urge to go
deeper into the woods for some unknown reason. It is a sign that he is
already being manipulated by something or someone. We also have the dead
silence, the eerie feelings, and even 'missing time', which is actually
missing memory.
I used to live in the southwest corner of
Missouri in an old railroad town that had quite a few missing people
here and there, mostly due to a high tweaker population.
I lived in
what we called a "holler," at the bottom of the tops of two enormous
hills. A creek ran through the holler, but was mostly dry throughout the
year. Despite it being dry, living in what was basically a ravine makes
the land and hills damp and misty. The woods surrounding our trailer
were perpetually green year-round, and thick. You could walk in one
direction for ten minutes and get lost. Generally we kids used the
creekbed for a path, as there were flat rocks along it that was easier
to navigate than the viney, lush forest floor.
One day, in the middle
of the summer I decided to go for a walk in the woods. As usual our
red-nosed pit bull, Fatty, came along.
The sun would be setting soon,
but I was home alone a lot at that time, so there was no one around to
tell me not to go. I figured I had enough time before sunset to walk to
a certain point and back. It was 7:30, and the sun set at around 9:00 at
that point in the summer.
The minute I started trekking it through
the creekbed, my pit bull started whining. He didn't leave my side once,
but was reluctant, stopping here and there to smell the air, looking
behind us. I figured maybe there was an animal in the area, so I didn't
worry too much.
There was a point in the creekbed where I had to duck
under two fallen trees. It made sort of a bridge in the middle of the
creek and acted as a turnaround point for most of my walks. My dog was
still whining and I began to wonder if there was a cougar or even a bear
in the area, but for some reason I wanted to keep walking. I ducked
under the trees, shushed Fatty and stopped to listen to the woods
surrounding us.
I heard nothing. I heard literally nothing. No wind,
no snapping twigs, not even any birds. Even on calm days with no wind
those woods were usually teeming with sounds and life. Nothing was ever
still, but now it was. It made my stomach feel like it was dropping down
into a pit.
Then, I began to feel really weird. I can't really
describe it as a gut feeling, but suddenly my body felt very queasy and
over sensitive, and worse, I had the distinct feeling that I was being
watched.
I've felt similar feelings when being watched by a bear;
it's weird, but something tells you to get the fuck out of dodge when
there's a huge animal nearby. Humans are animals, we get these
instincts. Every time I had experienced an animal that could potentially
hurt me in the woods, I had immediately turned around and gone home. My
dog had always alerted me by barking or growling, but not this time.
Fatty was scared and trembling. I'd seen this dog get hit by a truck
before and get up like nothing had happened, and he was terrified.
All signs pointed to leaving, right? But no, another weird thing
happened.
Call it being an edgy teenager or anything else, but I felt
this strange pull into the woods.
There was no sound but I felt like
something was calling me, luring me deeper into the woods. It was the
creepiest thing I had ever felt in my life, but I was so curious. I
wanted to know what the hell wanted me to wander further ahead.
I
walked forward, aware that my dog had firmly planted himself at the
fallen trees. He was shaking all over and yelped at me as I walked away,
but he didn't come with me.
He also didn't leave, which I believe
potentially saved my ass that day.
I left Fatty behind and eventually
got to the part of the creek that I had never been to.
It was a
clearing with a ring of trees surrounding it, with the creek stretching
far ahead and going around an unseen corner. The sun hadn't moved and it
was still silent.
I stood in place for a minute and considered
turning around. The clearing was creepy and felt...devoid of everything.
I can't explain it well enough. I felt like if I walked around that
corner, which was just about 100 feet away, that something terrible
would happen. It felt like something was just waiting for me to walk
into it, unsuspecting.
I brushed it off as paranoia. I had plenty of
sunlight left, and I could explore alone for once. Besides, if something
was drawing me further in, I might find something amazing.
I took a
couple more steps, and suddenly I heard my dog yelping frantically
behind me.
Startled, I turned around quickly, my dog looking like a
little white speck far back into the trees. He was pacing back and forth
at his spot and barking like it would kill him if he didn't take off
running. He kept lunging forward, but wouldn't move any distance
forward.
I finally realized that something was very wrong.
I
turned around again to look back at the clearing.
It was pitch black
outside. I shit you not. Seconds ago the sun wasn't even close to going
down below the horizon, and now the stars were out. No sun. No light.
I stared hard at the trees around the corner, seeing nothing but
enlongated shadows. I heard a twig snap. All of a sudden my ears started
to ring, and panic flooded my entire body.
I whipped around and shot
back towards the fallen trees, sprinting towards my dog. He was snarling
and barking like mad, and when I ducked under the trees both of us
sprinted back towards the house.
The entire time I felt like I had
death on my heels, and Fatty never once ran ahead of me, staying right
at my side the entire way back.
When I made it home I checked the
clock.
During a walk that usually took ten minutes, I had been gone
three hours. I'd left my house at 7:30 and arrived home at 10:30. My
parents were due home in an hour.
The next day I walked only partway
back, to where I could see the clearing. The very farthest I could have
walked was about 2 miles, and it took three hours.
To this day I have
never felt so prowled upon in the woods. These woods weren't part of a
national park, but if you walked ten miles or so you could reach Mark
Twain National Park. People go missing there often, seeing as the woods
can be impossible to navigate after dark, and has large hollows in the
middle of the woods that people can roll into and get stuck.
I don't
know what wanted me in the woods that day. I didn't see what it was and
it said nothing to me, but I ignored every natural instinct I had to run
until it was almost too late. My dog being there may have been the
reason I didn't wander deep into the woods of Missouri and succumb to
someone or something in the dark. I have never told anyone in my waking
life about this. (Reddit)
Here is another account of a person who felt unnaturally drawn to
explore an area in the woods that looked like a fatal trap:
My experience happened back in August of 2014,
but it is still vivid in my mind. I was unaware of the 'Missing411'
phenomena until I stumbled upon this sub recently.
I was on a youth
group camping trip in New Hampshire. We were coming to a close after 2
days of uneventful camping, and I was tasked with going to tear down the
'Archery Range', a temporary make-shift affair we had set up for the
youth to practice shooting with bows and arrows. The 'Archery Range' was
down the hill from the camp site, and then down a slight slope to the
left off the trail road to a small oval clearing abutting the woods/treeline.
I walked down to the range by myself, and started gathering up the
equipment. I had finished making the pile for my first return trip, when
a VERY eerie feeling came over me. The sounds from the camp up the hill
had faded away, and it was perfectly quiet and still. Not a whisper of a
breeze. There was a humming/vibration in the air that I sensed 'in' me,
if that makes sense. For some inexplicable reason, I snapped my head to
the right to view the tree line, and noticed there was an area with
'thinner' brush like an opening, and I started walking towards it, like
I was being drawn.
As I cleared the tree line and stepped into the
woods proper, I could feel the 'pull' to go deeper into the woods become
much stronger. Looking ahead, the woods were in deep shadow, with a
strange group of four trees about 75 feet away lit by a shaft of light
beaming at an angle from above. The light wasn't the normal afternoon
yellow sunlight, but a very strange golden color. The light hit the
trees in a way that the bases of the trees were glowing in a beckoning
way. With the rest of the woods in shadow, and the trees lit up, it
created a weird tunnel vision.
The compulsion to go investigate the
four trees was now almost overwhelming. The thought of "Come See! Come
Quickly! Come Right now!" was insistent. My head was pounding, like a
headache without the pain. As I was about to take another step forward,
another -separate- 'feeling' from the depths of my being started
screaming at me to STOP IMMEDIATELY. I instantly, viscerally knew that,
despite how enticing this call was, if I proceeded forward towards those
trees I would be lost to the world. That specific impression..."lost to
the world", scared me deeply. The feeling of "This is *Not Right!*" &
"Danger!" were palpable to me. This somehow overrode the compulsion. I
quickly looked backwards to the opening, and I could see the bows
sitting on the ground, and I think seeing a bit of reality helped me
break the hold of 'the call'. I suddenly felt a hollow pit in my stomach
and I started tracing a path slowly backwards towards the opening. I
kept my eyes on those trees like I was facing down a predator. I didn't
want to turn my back on them. I couldn't turn my back on them.
Making
it back and stepping through the opening to the archery range, my head
almost instantly cleared. I could again hear noises from the camp and
feel the wind. I looked at where I had just stepped from, and it now
felt 'normal'. I immediately grabbed the first load of equipment and
headed back to camp. For some reason, I didn't tell anyone at camp what
I experienced. On my subsequent trip to get the last load of equipment,
absolutely everything was normal, but I stayed the hell away from that
that opening.
What stands out to me is the "lost to the world"
impression. It was so clear and ominous and final. I can't express how
truly drawn I was to go deeper into those woods; the feeling to give
myself over to it (whatever 'it' was)...I do know that something not
good would have happened if I hadn't heeded that warning.
I know that
my experience was very real and very scary. I am also convinced that I
wouldn't have come out if I had kept going that day. (Reddit)
Unnatural Silence
This is a simple experience of an unnatural silence together with an
accompanying feeling of dread. Maybe he was lucky that some fellow
hikers came along and the spell was broken.
Hey y’all I wanted to share an experience I had
a few years ago. It creeped me out at the time but since discovering
Paulides, the M 411 cases, and this sub it freaks me out even more. I
wanted to present my story and the theory as to why it occurred.
Some
background: I am an avid outdoors-man, a backpacker and future thru
hiker as well as a volunteer SAR personnel in my county. I also have a
degree in environmental science, this will be relevant later.
Location: Point Reyes National Seashore (part of the NPS domain) the San
Andreas fault runs right through the park. I’ve camped this area dozens
of times, I’ve Day hiked here at least a hundred times, I’d be surprised
if there was a trail there that I haven’t walked before. The specific
trail I was on I had hiked numerous times already in the months leading
up to this incident, though this was the first one where I was alone.
I went out to Point Reyes that day to unwind, it was my day off and the
stresses of life were starting to build so I needed a day out in nature
to decompress a bit before returning to the rat race. It was a gorgeous
day, the sun was shining, it was warm but not too warm, the breeze from
the ocean had a hand in that. I hadn’t planned to hike as much as I did
that day when I left home, but it was so damn beautiful that every
chance I had to elongate my journey, I happily took advantage of. It was
late summer, the humming and buzzing of the bugs was loud. It was almost
as if I the bugs were sitting on my shoulder singing their songs as we
hiked, that’s how loud it was. I’m not exactly sure what bugs they were
but I’d describe their sounds as the kind you hear when you’re
underneath a power line, a consistent and almost electric whirring.
I
had just finished mile 8, and had reached the top of a mountain. I
decided to sit under a trail marker at a fork to eat my lunch. I took in
the majesty of the area as I inhaled my soggy turkey, bacon, and avocado
sub. I didn’t stay long as I still had a lot of trail ahead of me until
I got back to my car on account of extending my hike so many times.
About 45 after lunch I was cresting a hill, when suddenly something
strange happened. There was a silence that demanded to be noticed. The
birds quit chirping, the bugs quit buzzing, and the leaves stopped
clapping in the breeze. I looked around, I noticed the leaves and tree
branches were still swaying but there was no aural evidence of it. Not
even the crunch of the dirt under my boots could be heard. Then it
overcame me. An intense anxiety and feeling of dread, I remember
thinking “This is the end, I am going to die here.” I can’t explain it,
I’ve never lost my cool in the woods before, and I have no history of
panic attacks, yet there I was sweating a storm and sure that something
very bad was about to happen to me. I looked around frantically, trying
to find somebody, anybody, whose presence alone could comfort me.
Then I saw two figures rounding the bend ahead of me. Suddenly, all the
sound had returned as if they had never left. The two figures were
fellow hikers. As they approached they looked worried. “Are you okay?
You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!” One said to me. I assured them
that I was okay before continuing on my hike. The rest of the trek went
just as I’d suspect, nothing out of the ordinary. (Reddit)
In the following account we have the unnatural silence combined with a physical fear
reaction. Interesting is also the dog's reaction. The sudden change to
and from this unnatural silence is also common. It is usually not a
gradual change, it happens in a second.
Happened to me and my dog last year here in
Ireland. Took him for a hike through Glendalough national park and about
20 minutes in he started acting weird - sticking extra close to me and
on high alert which was weird for him because he's a German shepherd and
usually loves to run all over the place when out for hikes. Then I
started to feel sort of light headed and dizzy so decided to sit down to
get some water. That's when I noticed it. The forest was completely
silent, not even any wind. It was like someone hit the mute button on
life. I could actually hear my heart beat in my own ears it was that
quiet. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt like I had
eyes on me from every angle but could see nothing. My dog was stuck to
me looking like he was ready to launch himself at some invisible
predator.
Then as quick as it came, like the flick of a switch
everything just came back on. Wind, birds were chirping, bugs were doing
whatever bugs do. Everything was normal again and I felt fine. Decided
to end the hike there, though. (Reddit)
A New Trail
In this experience the person walked a trail never seen before, a
feature sometimes encountered in these strange events. Then he heard a
strange sound, and found himself in unfamiliar environment, another
characteristics that often shows up. He got fixated on a particular
location, by which his perception changed. He knew something was out
there, probably cloaked. Luckily he was able to snap out his trance and
flee the scene in absolute terror.
Some background information: Armed Forces
Veteran (USA) on the East Coast. Son is 2 years old. Event happened one
week ago.
Okay, so every now and then, I like to take my son out on
walks around the neighborhood in his wagon. We would typically travel to
one of the nearby playgrounds so that he can blow off some energy before
his afternoon nap. I like in a decent area that has newly developed
houses / town homes, and the housing development is still being expanded
greatly.
This particular day was beautiful. Lightly cloudy, somewhat
hot but with frequent cool downs due to passing clouds. I thought that
today would be a great day to take my son out for a stroll, and head
over to a newly made playground that I saw on the way home one day. So,
we set off, packed with a couple water bottles and a snack just in case.
As we were doing a brief tour around the neighborhood, I noticed a
state-sponsored and well maintained trail entrance that I never noticed
before while driving around. I decide "F**k it, it is a pretty day, and
my son likes nature. He won't mind!" So, off we went on this very
distinctive, clear trail with mile markers every 0.25 miles and yellow
markers on trees every 100 feet or so to let you know that you are on
the correct path.
Everything was going well for the first mile and a
quarter. We were fairly deep in the woods, but certainly no more than a
quarter mile from the developments at any given time. We came across a
bridge that went over a small trench and proceeded for about another
half mile after that.
Then, things slowly started to seem off. The
clear yellow markers that were put on the trees started disappearing,
probably due to vandalism because the nail was there, but the marker
itself is completely gone. I didn't mind much because the path was still
definitive, deliberate, and well maintained. But then, I heard a loud
snapping sound that sounded like it was roughly 50-75 feet back. I
immediately halted the wagon and looked back to see what it was. This is
where shit got surreal.
As I looked back, I noticed that the trail I
was walking on lost all sense of familiarity. There were trees I didn't
see, certain plants I know for sure weren't there before, etc. But
regardless, I kept my composure and stared deeply into the woods to see
what made that snapping sound. I scanned the area and didn't see any
life forms, but for some reason, my eyes started to fixate on a
particularly unnerving dark section of the forest. For whatever reason,
my entire body started locking up, and every single alarm bell in my
head was pinging. No matter how hard I tried to focus on this dark
patch, I couldn't see shit. I had the weirdest sensation of being able
to see each individual branch and plant in high detail, but I couldn't
focus on the scene overall. It was super blurry. I also felt my internal
fight-or-flight mechanism flipping between the two decisions faster than
a coin in a coin toss.
I stood there for what felt like an eternity,
trying to figure out why my senses were not working anymore. The
instinctual part of my brain was screaming that there was something
there, but I absolutely could not observe it. Whatever little light that
was in this area seemed to bend around this one central point, somewhat
like how a cloaking device works. It was a minor distortion, but enough
to make it strangely obvious. I then noticed how I haven't heard a peep
from the forest this entire time, and I was feeling very cold even
during 85+ degree weather. I could not shake this feeling of impending
doom, probably what one feels when they are on their death bed. I felt
exceptionally vulnerable because I was not armed and bad no way of
dealing with whatever the hell this was. Eventually, I was able to snap
out of my trance briefly to look down at my son, and saw that his body
was contorted around his seat, frozen and staring exactly where this
anomaly was, with his mouth agape and his eyes wide and dilated. This is
when I KNEW that I wasn't hallucinating, and that we needed to get the
hell out of there.
I took advantage of my brief moment of clarity and
ran like the wind, with my son in tow. I looked back only once, and saw
that my boy was still looking towards the area, but not frozen in place
anymore. It took all of about a couple minutes to get out past the tree
line and onto a main road. For whatever reason, I broke down and started
crying. My son looked at me like I was crazy lol. But anyways, I had
never felt such sheer terror over what seemed like NOTHING in my whole
life. I hadn't felt that way at all in any point of my life, in fact.
The feeling that my son and I are completely vulnerable, and that I
wouldn't have been able to defend either of us. I also never had that
distinct feeling of being able to see things perfectly, yet not be able
to register any of it in my head. My morbid curiosity wants me to
revisit the place, equipped with a firearm and a GoPro to record any
events that would arise, but I am still trying to get over this previous
experience for now. I have been in scary situations before, but this
trumps anything I have ever experienced before. (Reddit)
Feeling of Being Watched
In this story an entity is not seen, but there is a strong sense of
being watched, and even of impending attack. What is also interesting in
this case is the familiar dead silence in the woods. While birds were
singing and crickets chirping, there is now a complete lack of sounds.
Also the loud metallic sound, in the second experience, is a sign of the
presence of dimensional beings. I have talked about that in my e-book
The Intrusion of Dimensional Beings. The scorched trees is another sign
of their presence, especially the light spheres, which radiate intense
energy that can burn vegetation.
I have been recently researching the Missing 411
phenomena. While reading some of the accounts I can’t help but notice
similarities in my own experiences. I live in the Blue Ridge mountains
very close to Stone Mountain State Park [North Carolina]. I am also an
avid hiker and have hiked many miles in these mountains. There is a a
large number of granite boulders at the base of this mountain (some as
big as a small cabin). They have always been fascinating to me and when
you enter the wooded area where the boulders are there is an eerie quiet
seemingly void of wild life. My stories aren’t as wild as some but I
thought I would share.
1.) This happened last year while hiking with
my boyfriend and our dog. We had seen a couple of the waterfalls that
day and were going to hike to the lower falls. There had been very heavy
rain for a few days and I knew this trail has several creek crossings. I
decided I didn’t want to get wet and told my bf to go on without me and
I would wait. The falls were only another 1/2 mile or so ahead. Bf and
dog go on across the creek and disappear out of my line of sight. As
soon as I couldn’t see them anymore I was suddenly aware of how quiet
the woods were. No birds chirping or squirrels rustling leaves. I don’t
usually get spooked but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming sense of
dread. I felt as if something was watching me and I could shake the
feeling. I had an urge to run after my bf and started the creek crossing
when I saw him come dashing back towards me. He too had an overwhelming
sense of dread and didn’t get 10 min down the trail before he turned and
ran back to me. He said he couldn’t shake the feeling something was
going to attack me. This was around 11 am on a summer day so not very
likely a big cat or bear would be out at this time.
2.) This incident
was very scary because I was alone with my dog. We were hiking the same
section of Stone Mountain but a different trail called Wolf Rock. On the
way up I had seen many trees that were scorched but could have been due
to lightening. ( I have pics of the trees, just assumed it was
lightening burns). Started getting an ominous feeling so started picking
up my pace to head back. When I was about a mile from my car I heard
what can only be described as a super sonic boom. It shook the ground
and rattled the trees. It spooked me and my dog so bad we ran most of
the way back to the car. Tried later describing the sound to my bf to no
avail since I never heard anything like it. Not gun fire, not a plane,
not a rock slide which I’ve all heard before. But while reading another
persons story on this sub it sparked my memory. They described the sound
they heard as a giant sledge hammer hitting a tin wall. That’s the beat
way I can describe the noise I heard. That metallic bang reverberating
through the woods. Very unsettling. (Reddit)
Someone Calling Your Name
In the following account we have the metallic sounds again, this time it sounds like a
metallic cricket. This is immediately followed by suddenly being totally
lost. Then he hears his name being called, and he assumes it is one of
his sisters. He feels something is wrong but the voice continues and
some kind of being follows him. This is typical stalking behavior that
we see in other experiences as well. In this case the person also had
'missing time', about four hours unaccounted for. What happened to him
during these four hours? Or did he walk into a time-distorted area?
I grew up in a rural community in Southern
Ontario, it was one of those places where everyone wears camo and when
deer hunting opens, everything becomes deserted. As a kid I spent the
majority of my time in my forest playing alone, as my sisters weren’t
too fond of leaving the house and my closest friend lived a few
kilometers away. My favourite pastime was finding anything I could hit
things with (stick, axe, hockey stick) and just run around the woods for
hours practicing my combat skills against defenseless trees. Everyday my
bus would drop me off around 2:55 pm, giving me lots of time to defeat
my wooden enemies before my parents returned around 5:30 pm, and once it
was summer, I was out there from the moment I woke up. But I was always
sure to be back, and in the house before my parents got back (so they
couldn’t catch me messing about with a splitting axe). This was my
nightly routine from about age 9-13.
By around age 13, the act
started to get boring; I knew my forest like the back of my hand, and
finally had worked hard enough to buy an Xbox. One summer day, the
internet went out ruining my game of Medal of Honor, so I decided to do
the one thing I had done a million times before and go get lost in my
forest. It was probably around 10-10:30 am, so I knew I had plenty of
time before my dad came home.
This being Southern Ontario, the only
thing that I was remotely scared of were fishers. Combined with the fact
that I was no longer interested in fighting the trees, I only brought
with me my fancy pocket knife I had kidnapped from my father’s police
cruiser. I ran into my forest, up the main path and over a ridge I had
scaled many times before. I was gone probably 20 minutes when things
started to feel strange. For some odd reason, I felt as though I was
being watched. I had never seen anyone but my neighbour in my forest
before, so I immediately tossed the idea aside thinking that I was just
being over-reactive.
I kept run/walking for about another 10 minutes
when the feeling started to get much stronger. I suddenly felt as though
I was somewhere I shouldn’t be; as though the branches overhead started
to get thicker and everything got much darker and much quieter.
Occasionally, I would hear this strange sound. It wasn’t like any animal
I had heard before, but more like the bell on a bike with an odd echo to
it (almost like a metallic cricket). I decided that I should probably
head home and checked the time on my phone: 11:00 am. It was then that I
realized I had no idea where I was. Keep in mind that I knew every inch
of this forest, from the roads that boarder 3 sides to the lake that
borders the other, I had hiked every inch of it numerous times before.
Yet, I had no idea where I was.
And then things started to get
stranger. I looked down around my feet and saw a bunch of metal buckets
and various metal tools. This is when I heard a voice. It seemed like a
child calling for me by name. The voice was light and seemed to flow
effortlessly on the wind. In my panic, I assumed it was one of my
sisters calling for me to come home, so naturally I called my sisters
name back. When I got no response, I took my phone out and tried
calling; but this being the middle of nowhere on the Canadian Shield, I
had no service. I looked around and out of the corner of my eye saw
something dart behind a tree. I looked around me and saw laying in the
ground among the buckets a rusted red bicycle, like one from the 50s you
see in anti-nuke posters. And the bike seemed to be in the one part of
the forest that light was shining through, kind of staging it. I quickly
opened my camera and took a photo, thinking my eyes were playing tricks
on me.
And then I heard it again. But this time the child sounded
like they were almost singing my name, breaking it up at the syllables.
I started to quickly walk away, hoping that I would end up anywhere but
this area. But the voice seemed to follow me and I kept seeing glimpses
of something running behind the trees keeping pace with me. So
naturally, I started running as fast as I could. I ran as quickly as my
legs could manage, not caring for the branches that would whip me in the
face and eyes. After about 15 minutes of running, things started to look
familiar. I ran down a massive hill and the trees started to become more
open and brighter. I slowed down and started to walk, too terrified to
check behind me. Once the feeling of impending doom settled, I finally
mustered the strength to turn around. The moment I turned around is a
moment I will never ever forget. I turned behind me and through the
trees saw my house; as if I had been running away from it the entire
time. Thinking that I must’ve just gotten turned around, and absolutely
hating the idea of running back into the forest, I walked towards the
house. As I was probably 100 m from my house, I heard a spine-chilling
shriek come from the forest behind me, similar to the sound of a
mountain lion screaming or raccoons fighting but it was far louder and
seemed to be coming from not just one place, but almost many places at
once.
I sprinted the final steps to my house and did not turn back.
As soon as I entered the house I came face to face with my father, who
was sitting at the kitchen table. I looked at the clock on the wall and
saw it was 4:45pm. I have no idea what happened in the 5 hours between
the time the photo was taken and the time I got home. All I remember is
the 30 minutes it took me to get in, and around 20 minutes it took me to
get out. I went right to my room and stared at the photo on my phone,
assuring myself that it had happened, and I had seen what I had seen.
This was almost 5 years ago, and I still find myself looking at the
photo to show myself it happened, and I didn’t just go mad. After that
day, I decided that I would not venture out into the forest alone and
started a new character on Skyrim to assure that I wouldn’t want to go
outside even if the internet was down. My parents moved out of that
house this past summer and into the city. I still love going outside,
and even found myself working in isolation camps in the middle of the
Rockies this past summer, yet I cannot go alone or outside the calling
range of a friend. I have no idea what occurred that summer day, nothing
paranormal has ever happened to me before or since that date. (Reddit)
A Baby Crying
This man was tempted to investigate the crying of a baby coming
from the woods. Luckily his girlfriend persuaded him not to do that.
Otherwise he might have ended up as a missing 411 case.
So I’m not sure if this would be the right place
to post this but this story has followed me for a few years now and I’m
just curious if anyone has an explanation or theories.
A few years
ago, my boyfriend worked in a warehouse that was out in the middle of
nowhere. In between railroad tracks and the river. On one side of the
warehouse, there was DENSE forest. He had gotten done at work around
8pm, right as the sun was setting. He was sitting outside waiting for
his ride and talking to me on the phone. The conversation was normal
until I heard his tone change. My boyfriend isn’t one to show his
emotions, at all, but I could instantly tell something was wrong.
I
asked what was going on and he explained that he thought he heard a baby
crying from inside the woods. Now, I probably would’ve second guessed
and thought he was joking around because that’s his personality, but the
way he was talking, I could tell he was serious.
The cries went on
for a while and he said that they eventually turned into wails, and it
didn’t sound like it was too far away.
He disconnected our call (much
to my dismay) and sent me an audio recording of what he was hearing.
Sure as shit, there were sounds of a baby crying.
He told me he was
tempted to go into the woods and try to find the source of the sound,
and I begged him not to. Something about it didn’t feel right.
Thankfully, his ride came to get him before he could step into the
forest.
I’ve heard these kinds of stories before and many say that
it’s something or someone in the forest trying to lure people in with
the sounds of a baby crying. But, I just can’t wrap my head around it.
It honestly still gives me chills when I think about it to this day.
Even my boyfriend doesn’t talk about it much because I think it
genuinely freaked him out. (Reddit)
This post got some interesting comments that shows that these sounds
can also lure people to go outside their house:
IDK..when I was a young single girl living alone I
heard a baby crying below my open bedroom window..woke me up. I wanted
to go outside to investigate but I was overcome by a feeling of abject
fear and shut the window...
Another commenter talks about hearing a baby
crying inside a church. Churches were usually built on ancient sacred
(pagan) energy spots, where the veil between dimensions is thinner. The
energy spots are also used by dimensional beings to enter our world:
When I was a kid about 5
years old I heard a baby crying inside a church and the place was empty.
It was a small town church and we were at vacation bible school. After
it was over and everyone was leaving I remembered that I had forgotten
something in the basement where our class had been. She told me to go
after it. The doors stayed unlocked, this was in the late 1950's, so I
went in a side door where the steps were. It was a small building and
when I was downstairs I started hearing a baby crying upstairs, loudly.
I was a kid and thought somebody forgot their baby! I looked everywhere
downstairs and could still hear the crying upstairs so I went looking.
As I got to the top of the stairs in the chapel and stepped into the
room the crying immediately stopped. It was close, but in about 30
seconds I could tell there was nobody there. Nobody left, I'm convinced
of it. I went back out and my mom and grandmother asked what had taken
me, I can't remember if I told them or not. That's as fresh in my mind
as if it had happened yesterday.
The following account is really interesting, because a crying child is the cause of going on a
path that leads to a non-existing house, with a man dressed too lightly
for the weather, and of course many hours of 'missing time':
In 3-Hills in mid Alberta, Canada, was a very
small seminary school town back in the 1950s. The old 'Henry-Jay' (our
car) up on blocks, and 60 below zero temperatures more likely than not.
Even some of the sidewalks had boilers under them. This wasn't a place
where a small child would last very long outside. It was very flat
there, just 3 Hills in the distance, train tracts and vast ice fields
lay beyond our little sheep shed style apartments that the students
stayed in. There were 3 instances where I had missing time in the two
years we were there (1955-56). This was just another one of them until I
saw a small black and white photo of our little apartment and the field
beyond it just a few years ago. (04) 1955. I was walking home from
kindergarten, alone. There was a small field with a beaten path just in
back of our apartments and this ended at the far end of the apartments.
Our apartment faced backwards, away from town, so as I walked home, the
back of our apartments were visible, not the front. There were just ice
fields for as far as you could see on three sides with the smaller field
at the back. There was a three story older gray house out that way, a
little before the field, but this was not the house I saw. I heard
crying and in the middle of the little field behind the back of our
apartment and standing in the center on the path was a small child. I
looked up and saw a one story house at the end of the path, so I figured
that must be where he was from. I went over, took his little hand and
walked him down the path to the house. I walked up the steps and rang
the door bell. (hadn't ever seen a door bell before) A tall blond man
opened the door, he was dressed in loose, seeming light clothing which
was strange as it was the 50s and very cold. Not anything I had seen
before. He seemed very kind and I asked if the child belonged here as I
had found him crying in the field. He said yes and thanked me and I
turned to go home. I had never left sight of the back window of our
little apartment the whole time, but as I rounded the corner and went up
to our door it was dark outside. As I went inside my Mother starting
screaming at me. I told her I found a small boy and took him home, but
she would not stop. I have no clue why she had a fly swatter, but she
started hitting me with it, getting my hair caught etc. Of course, I was
screaming too as I couldn't figure out how she could be so mean to do
this to me, just because I saved a baby. My Dad came out and slapped her
to get her to stop and I heard noting more about it. Of course, I
remembered that beating the rest of my life. It never made sense to me,
and I of course didn't even think about it being dark when I came in the
door. That is until 2004 when I was going though some old photos.
Someone had taken a picture of the train tracks cutting thought the ice
fields. There was no house there. Never was, at least in the mid 1950s'
And it's much more understandable, not that it didn't suck that my
mother was freaked out, not because I had been a few minutes late in
cold daylight, but because I had been 5 hours late and the sun was down.
It was very cold. (Paranormal
Studies and Inquiries Canada)
A Woman's Scream
This is story from 1987 by a credible businessman while hunting at
his favorite duck hunting pond with cousin and two others:
That morning my cousin Steve and I were heading
south towards the duck blind at our usual duck hunting pond-site near
Bonner’s Ferry, Idaho. Bonner's Ferry is located in the panhandle of
Idaho near the Canadian Border. There were four of us, two already
waiting at the pond. My cousin and I left the parked car along side the
logging road and began walking towards the pond. It was approximately
6:15 a.m. In the stillness of the morning as we walked along the logging
road towards the duck blind, we heard trees snapping about 50 yards away
from us, some kind of movement in the timber. I didn’t think much about
it at the time, being anxious to get to the duck blind and all I thought
it was Elk or deer perhaps. Thinking back, that didn't make sense. As
the morning progressed, I began running short of shells and decided to
walk back to the truck to get another box of shells which were left
there. I was younger, and a poor shot back then. I left the group and
back-tracked from the pond to the logging road where the truck was
parked. It was 9:30 a.m. Walking back along the road, my shotgun
dangling through my arm, I heard that same breaking of branches moving
to the side of me going in the same direction, branches breaking and
obvious movement in the thick timber and undergrowth. I stopped, it
stopped. This time I thought it might be a bear but most likely elk. But
what was happening didn’t fit the known behavior of either animal I
thought. Nearing the car, I stopped again, looked in the direction of
the noise and hearing branches breaking again I raised my shotgun. Hell,
I didn’t know what I was going to do, I was out of shells. As suddenly
as I raised my shotgun I heard this terrible scream! It sounded like a
woman screaming, but deep throated, guttural pitched sound about 50
yards away. It’s difficult to describe something you've never hear
before and I've never heard anything like it! It was a loud long
screaming tone that echoed through the trees. I cannot describe the
terror I felt. I ran to the truck and locked myself inside completely
shaken. It was some time before I recovered. I know elk, deer and bear
sounds very well. It didn’t fit. Back at the pond, they heard it too. I
wish someone would send me a recording of Bigfoot, so that I might do a
comparison. While the years have passed, it is a sound I will never
forget. My home is in Hayden Lake, Idaho. (BFRO)
It is not only in the woods that a woman's scream can be heard. Here
we have an account of a polar explorer who heard this sound in the
desolate Antarctic. Luckily he
didn't go out to look for her. Interestingly, he also heard two metallic
sounds. Strange metallic sounds are also heard in the woods. There are
cases of people who have walked off for unknown reasons and disappeared
in the Arctic regions.
Australian explorer Geoff Wilson was
huddled alone in his tent at the roof of the Antarctic plateau a couple
of days ago when a woman’s chilling scream pierced the air. It was
enough to make the solo adventurer sit bolt upright. Seconds later what
sounded like a gong sounded twice in quick succession. He was camped at
China’s abandoned Kunlun research station, in the brutal, naked interior
of the Antarctic continent where temperatures range from -35C to -90C.
He knew the closest human beings were about 2400 kilometres away, across
the punishing ridges of sastrugi [sharp irregular grooves or ridges
formed on a snow surface] he’d just spent almost 40 days crossing... (Perth
Now, December2019)
From his own blog it is only a footnote, as he didn't pay too much
attention to it, but he found it strange enough to write it down: "It’s
actually very eerie, all the flags are out from last summer, it’s all
tidy and last night I was sure I heard a woman scream, then two bell or
gong clangs immediately after. I checked this morning, not a footprint,
not a soul. Weird?" (The
Longest Journey)
The Familiar Person
In this story, the way the girl was lured deeper into the woods, was
that the entity took on the shape of her father. When the trick didn't
work any longer, it disappeared behind a tree and it engaged its
cloaking ability. I have talked about this cloaking ability in my
article of Translucent
Humanoid Beings. The stalking in the previous experience of the
father is also a typical feature of these beings.
Rian in Fairbanks, Alaska called to tell her
strange encounter story:
“My dad and I were hunting in one area we
didn't like to frequent much because my dad had a bad experience back in
the 70s that he didn't like to talk about. Short version: Something
hunted him.
He never saw what it was but it hunted him. We were back
in this area and I was about 13 or 14. We had been hunting for the whole
day and we had stopped to take a break. So my dad went behind one tree
and me being a girl, I went for the bush. I was sitting there with a
30-30 and I saw my dad walk around in front of me and go up onto the
ridge we were hunting on. I go, 'Oh, well, he's done,' so I go and
finish up and I climb up out of the bush and come up behind him.
So,
we're hiking back in and I'm following him and my dad was one of those
people who always had to look behind him to see who was behind him, if
it was anyone he knew. I'm following him and I'm following him... or I
think I'm following him and he's not turning back and looking at me and
about a half mile hiking behind, something just set off in my head,
like, "This isn't my dad." I'd hunted with the man since I was 8, so six
years, seven years out in the woods with him, I knew my dad pretty well.
So I just stopped and said, "Hey, turn around!" He didn't stop and turn
around. Even if he had been screwing with me, he would have turned
around. Whatever this was, it didn't stop. It kept walking and it walked
around a spruce tree in front of me and disappeared and I'm standing
there. I cocked my gun. I'm like, I'm walking behind this person. I
could hear their footsteps. I could see the light hitting their body and
it just stepped around a tree and disappeared. I'm not a person that
believes in things unless I see them. I've been in the woods most of my
life. I'm looking dead on at where this person disappeared and something
comes running at me. I can hear it but I can't see it. It was like
'Predator' (the movie creature). I can see the light being displaced by
it. It was running at me and I opened fire. That's how my dad found
where I was at, because he heard the gunshots. I opened fire but I don't
know if I hit it. I've been trained never to shoot at something unless
you saw what you are shooting at. That's gun safety 101.
Well,
nothing dropped and it didn't seem like I hit anything but my dad comes
running up onto the ridge. We get into an argument because he thinks I'm
just randomly shooting. And I'm like, "I'm not just shooting things, you
know, I was following you." We finally hash it out and I tell him, "No,
you walked in front of me. You walked up onto the ridge. I followed you
because you were done relieving yourself and I've been hiking behind you
for 20 minutes now. Someone or something walked around that tree in
front of me and disappeared and something ran at me that I couldn’t
see." My dad's said, "Let's get the heck out of here." So we noped out
of there.
That's the area where he told me had the encounter in the
70s. He'd been hunting in that area and it was getting close to dark and
he always carried a hand-cannon along with a rifle. He always carried
the hand-cannon in his hand because that will stop a bear. He kept
hearing something behind him and he thought it was a bear so he circled
back and circled back but never got this bear. He was almost to his
pickup truck and this thing was about 30 feet behind him. This is a
clear trail back then so it hadn't grown up. He looked around and he
can't see it. So he pulled his .44 and right when it was about ten feet
behind him, he turned around and there was nothing there. But the entire
trip back he said it was just like something was just standing on his
neck and he couldn’t see it.
I haven’t gone back to that place. I
even told my husband, I've been hunting since I was 8, I’m not scared of
bears. I'm not scared of lynx. I'm not scared of coyotes. But you cannot
pay me to go hunt back in this area. I believe that it was a
shapeshifter.” (Midnight In The Desert with Art Bell – December 14,
2015)
The
Appearance of an Out-of-Place Person
Here is everything to believe that the otherwise normal looking
person he encountered is not human at all.
I had a similar thing happen to me. I was coming
down a switchback that kept to the same side of the mountain. I say that
to point out I could see to the road from almost the top. I had zoned
out when something suddenly made me look up. Out of no where there was
this guy coming straight up the side of the mountain. He was already
within ten feet of me!
He was not bothering with the switch
backs and walking faster straight up the mountain side than I could have
run down at full speed. He was also making a lot of noise and why or how
I didn’t hear him coming sooner I still don’t understand.
I’ll
never forget how fast I went into absolute terror. The hair on my neck,
arms, legs and every where else raised up so fast and so high I felt my
stomach was getting dragged along. I remember I tried to “hide” from him
by putting one of the trees between us. But I know he knew I was there
even though he completely ignored me. His head never turned my
direction, or any direction, he was focused on going straight up and he
didn’t skip a beat, despite the brush, downed trees and incline.
He was wearing military gear including army boots, a knife and sword on
his hips, a rifle across his back and one in his arms. I’ve been around
guns my whole life. They didn’t scare me. HE scared me! I remember
thinking how I’d left my gun in the car and immediately thinking it
wouldn’t have made any difference. If he had wanted me dead, missing,
for dinner, a “date”, or whatever, there wasn’t a damn thing I could
have done about it.
It was this thought that kept me from running
the rest of the way to my car though my stomach was in knots for fear,
even with him gone. My stomach and throat are tight just remembering.
This was 20 years ago. I had never felt that way before and haven’t
since.
I’ve done some stupid shit and gotten myself into
near-death situations. I’ve been attacked by a man who didn’t rape me,
despite his best efforts, but I did get my ass beat. When I read posts
like these, it’s this fear I imagine. Unless you’ve experienced it, I
don’t think you can grasp the impact it still has over a person. (Reddit)
Entering a
Different Environment
I wonder if it is really possible to enter another dimension or
world, or is it just mind manipulation by the dimensional beings?
My grandma, who is very religious, told me about
a part of her brother’s farm that seemed like it was in another
dimension. Her sister experienced the same thing on her own, but they
never spoke about it until they were adults. It was one of those, “You
saw that, too?!?” moments. Gramma was afraid to go in, unsure if she’d
be able to return, my great aunt went in a bit.
She said she was
walking along a wide trail, “large enough for a tractor to drive down”,
when she encountered a clearing where the terrain and everything had
changed. “It has been a very dry summer,” she told me, but the clearing
was lush, green, and alive in there. As soon as she saw it, it felt
different. It was difficult for her to really describe, but she
remembers wondering if this is what happens sometimes when people go
missing. She literally backed up, because, like I mentioned, she was
afraid she might not be able to return to “her world”. Her sister only
went in a little further before she left it.
I mentioned that
she’s very religious because this isn’t exactly the type of thing
Christians generally believe in. I totally believe she and my aunt saw a
place that is “different”. My uncle’s son owns the land now, and I would
love to go check it out for myself, but that little part of the family
is....a little off. Like, backwoods zealot-types. We don’t associate
with them much. My uncle was a rad, sweet man, though. But even when he
was alive, I can guarantee his psychotic wife would never let me venture
out there. Shame...I’m so curious. (Reddit)
Trance
A trance is extremely common when people in the woods have a
mysterious encounter with other-worldly beings. I choose the following account as a
nice example how people can be put into a trance state from a distance
and made to walk into the woods without being aware of it.
A few months ago, I discovered this sub and have
been completely intrigued to put it mildly. The theories, experiences
and discussions are very interesting and they remind me of a strange
occurrence that happened to me when I was 11 years old. Back in the 80’s
my parents bought a camping trailer, and every summer, my family (mom,
dad and 2 brothers) would go camping. Often a few of my cousins and aunt
would also tag along. Sometimes it would be a weekend trip, and other
times we would stay for a week at a time. Most camping trips were up in
NH. It was so much fun and for most of my childhood, nothing really
crazy happened at all. One morning, I woke up and noticed my cousin/best
friend was sleeping in the same bunk as me. I didn’t think much about it
but as I pushed her to let her know I was getting up, she said “are you
really awake this time”. I said “yes” to her strange question and went
to the front of the camper to get a drink. My mom and aunt were sitting
outside the camper having coffee. When I went out to say good morning,
they said “come talk to us”. I walked outside and could tell my mom
looked upset, like she had been crying. My aunt was a bit shaky as she
asked “do you remember what happened last night”? I shook my head “no”
and listened as my aunt told about me the extremely strange night, which
I did not recall whatsoever. My aunt explained that at about 2 am she
woke up to the door of the camper being wide open. She quickly checked
the bunks and noticed that I was no where to be found. She woke up my
mom and dad and then my mom and dad got flashlights and started
frantically searching for me outside around the immediate area. My aunt
stayed behind, because there were still 4 kids sleeping in the camper.
After a scary 10 minute search, my dad spotted me. I had walked out of
the camper and into the trees about 30 feet away. It was far enough that
I could not be seen unless he walked into the trees a bit. I was just
standing out there in the dark, with my eyes completely open, but not
responding to him at all. I had no shoes, no flashlight and was wearing
just shorts and a tee shirt. He said that he grabbed my hand and started
walking me back to the camp. He remembers asking me “what’s going on?
Why in the world would you go out on your own like that”. Then, I
finally spoke up saying “I need to wait here dad! Let’s just stay here”.
My mom remembers that I then started crying as she and my dad led me
back to the camper. Whenever I think back to this story, I get a
sick/strange feeling. Thank God my aunt woke up when she did! It’s
important to note, that I’ve never been know to sleepwalk before or
after that night. It was an isolated incident, which could have had a
very different ending had I not been so lucky. My mom was so upset that
she decided to get rid of the trailer and we didn’t do much camping
after that night. (Reddit)
Being Lifted of the
Ground
Aside from the Brazilian cases, it is rare that a Western account
tells of beings lifted of the ground, but I found one such experience.
It is easy to imagine that a person can disappear on the spot by such a
method, and will never be found. The following is really strange
account, because it involves a person who already has a more than normal
spiritual awareness. But such account should not be discarded because it
contains very unusual elements. It shows that there is indeed a kind of
'predator' out there that can pick us up whenever it wants.
I created a new Reddit account because I
am not looking for attention, and nor do I want my usual Reddit account
linked to this experience. I post this because I need to share what
happened to me, and also because it could help someone else make
necessary links to unraveling this phenomena in the future. I am
currently in New Mexico. I have been hiking in the Organ Mountains a lot
the past couple weeks, particularly both the Dripping Springs and Pine
Tree trails. I became fixated on the Boyd Sanatorium, its presence
really spoke to me (its off the Dripping Springs trial), and I ended up
stealth camping in the actual Sanatorium for two nights.
While
stealth camping at the Sanatorium I kept having the same dream, very
vivid dream, about a large cave that I saw higher in the Organ Mountains
when I first hiked the Pine Tree trail. A massive, prehistoric looking
bird, would fly out of the cave, swoop down on me and fly me back up to
the cave entrance. The bird then pecks and bites at me, forcing me
deeper into the cave. There is a big pile of human bones, I think the
bird eats people and I expect that I might be next. I see something that
looks out of place among the bones. It is a skull made of crystal, and I
pick it up. I hear a loud and truly awful scream (maybe the bird?) and I
wake up. I go back to sleep and the same dream restarts. All night and
every night I stealth camped at the Sanatorium, it was the same dream.
Even knowing I was likely going to dream the same dream, and trying to
become lucid in the dream, I could not do it. I wanted so much to
investigate the cave and the skull in greater detail, but I was stuck in
that repeating dream as is, and with no difference as far as I can tell.
The last night I stealth camped at the Sanatorium I woke from the dream
as usual, but this time I caught a glimpse of something. It was very
tall and thin, and watching me. I am over 6 ft tall, I would guess maybe
it was near 7 ft tall, and around 50 feet away from me. It was early
morning, near 6 am and it was just starting to lighten up. I do not know
what it was, but when I saw it, it quickly moved back around the
Sanatorium. I got up. I am no coward. I ran after it. I was prepared for
a Fire in the Sky or Communion like alien encounter, but thankfully, I
got nothing. It was gone. I searched for almost an hour, but I found
nothing. I have not stealth camped there since.
What I decided to do
instead was go see the cave from my reoccurring dream near the Pine Tree
trail. I stayed the night in the camp grounds at the foot of the trail
head, and for the next two days I hiked around the trail. I asked the
people I ran into what they knew about the cave, and other than it was
cave, nothing more. Since hiking in the Organ Mountains I've come to
enjoy taking pictures of all the tarantula, I've never seen so many, and
that is what I was doing when "it" happened.
It was near 7 pm. I was
wandering back from the primitive camp ground situated at the halfway
point on the Pine Tree trail loop. It was getting dark and I was using
the flashlight on my cell phone. I spotlighted a big (biggest I've seen)
tarantula making its way across the trail. I started to ready the camera
when I realized I couldn't move. I was very confused. I wanted to move,
I wanted my finger to push the camera icon on my phone, I wanted to look
around and see what the hell was going on, but I could not move. I was
frozen and I still cannot wrap my mind around it. I've had sleep
paralysis, and it was sort of like that, but I've fought my way out of
it. This was different. I couldn't get any momentum to start fighting
against it. I can't say exactly how long I was in that state, a minute,
maybe, but not much more. I don't get scared really, but this had me
going that way for sure.
What happened next definitely pushed me way
into sacred.
Something, I don't know what, started to lift me off the
ground. There was no light beam, no rope, no nothing. It was like the
bird in my dream, but no talons, and not even a goddamn bird. I made up
my mind, right then and there, that no way in fucking hell was I going
to get...got, by whatever it was. I started get furiously mad, and from
deep inside me, like I took a psychic journey to my very center (its the
only way I can describe it) to discover any reason, any excuse, for me
not get taken away. I must have found one. I strained and strained, and
eventually I found a mental foothold to start pushing against. Little by
little, I started to effectively resist the paralysis. I was suddenly
dropped, maybe 3 or 4 feet, to the ground and on my stomach. I am not
sure how one grabs the earth, but that is what I did. That something was
still attempting to lift me. I thrashed, and rolled around, hard. I was
in a real fight with something. I kept looking up but I couldn't see
anything. That was the worst part of it. Had it been a drone, or a
massive bird, I could set mind against it, and focus my rage towards it.
Something was there, but outside my perception. Cloaked? maybe, I don't
know.
This lasted a couple minutes more, me wrestling against a force
which intended to lift me. I think had I remained paralyzed, it would
not have dropped me. I believe it wanted to stay locked on to me in case
it could paralyze me again. Maybe that is why certain people are found
dead from injuries that indicate they died from a fall, because they did
fall. Maybe they fought through the paralysis and whatever it was
dropped them, just from a far greater height than me. The very tangible
feeling of being lifted finally ceased, and I made like terrified rabbit
down the trail to the camping area. I was exceedingly happy to see that
a few other people where camping as well. I was in no condition to
drive, just to emotionally and physically shaken. I did not sleep much,
and what little I did, do not remember dreaming.
I will absolutely
find my way into that cave, but on my own terms, or maybe by way of
massive bird, but I need to actually see the bird.
There is a
chemical that keeps you paralyzed in your sleep, could whatever this is,
through the use of frequency maybe, overstimulate the production of that
chemical to paralyze people? Was the dream something to just lead me
there? I believe that whatever I saw at the Boyd Sanatorium plays a role
in this. But why wouldn't it just get me then? Are there any cases in
the Missing 411 accounts about someone being drawn to a place, or
dreaming of a place, and that is where they went missing? Maybe my
experience will help someone else. I hope so. Today was a little rough.
I keep thinking it will happen again, and I am considering leaving New
Mexico, but then again why couldn't it happen somewhere else. That is
also something that really bothers me too. At first these things seemed
to have been relegated to national parks, but there are urban case which
draw parallels, especially the being carried away. (Reddit)
Monster Encounters
In Australia there are no large predators. In this account, the
sighting of a large predator-like animal with very long arms (typical in
monster experiences) is accompanied by the familiar dead silence and an
surge in extreme fear.
I
don't know what I encountered in the Australian Bushland
Just
down the road from where a few years ago I had previously lived-in
South-East Australia, is the opening into about 100 Acres of woodlands
and bush that I frequently went into when I younger to do the usual
things, riding and camping etc.
I was out driving at around 11:30pm
with my girlfriend and as we were in the area decided to show her the
woodlands while we were in the area as she loves everything to do with
nature and it was summer so an extremely warm night.
I left my car
with the lights shining into the trees as we weren’t going too far in
and it was pitch black inside and the two of us just kind of sat
chatting, having a smoke and generally relaxing, she was sitting on a
sort of map of the area that had been put in on some plastic and I was
keeping an eye on the trees as I had a feeling that something was just
wrong.
I’ve read on here a few people have said that they have felt
that they were in danger although nothing around them was off and it was
this same feeling, every sense was almost reaching out and my adrenaline
was up but there wasn’t really anything in my eyeline that seemed any
different.
After lighting another cigarette to calm my nerves, I
scanned the treeline again and realised that it looked different to
before. It was only after starting into the dark that I saw that there
was moonlight now lighting up grass where it couldn’t before as there
was a black shape blocking it that before I thought was a tree.
I’ve
got goosebumps just typing this but the only way to describe was that
all sound just ceased and everything went dead silent and a few seconds
later, this disgusting feeling of dread fell over me and I saw motion in
the dark of the path as this thing crawled towards us on all fours. I’ve
seen nearly every animal in the outback here and we don’t have any large
predators like in the US or Europe but somehow I knew this thing was a
predator and it wasn’t hiding itself from us but just slowly crawling
forward towards us.
I don’t know if my girlfriend saw it or night as
I couldn’t look away but just as it reached the line my carlights were
able to illuminate, it reared up onto two legs and just sat staring at
us.
I am 6’4 and this thing was about another metre larger than me,
with arms that were far too long that reached down near the ground and
all I could make out was an off-white almost yellowish fur on it and in
the dim-light could make out the silhouette of its head as like a dog or
wolf.
I wasn’t able to move as it stared at me but it was at this
point my girlfriend gasped which seemed to break of whatever was
stopping me from thinking logically. I grabbed her by the arm and
sprinted to my car, slammed the doors and tore out of there as fast as I
could, both of us too scared to speak until about half an hour later.
We’ve both discussed it many times and the feeling that we had was what
I imagine a rabbit see’s when it catches a wolf or fox looking at it,
that this is something that would be able to end us with absolute ease
if it so chose.
Neither of us have been able to come up with any
explanation for what it was but it has definitely changed the way I view
the woods and bush and when I go camping or hiking now, I think back to
that and wonder what it was and if I will every see anything like it
again. (Reddit)
UFOs
A simple experience but one that shows that encountering a light in
the woods can you the experience of missing memory.
When I was young, me and my brother and my dad,
we would coon hunt. I assume you not what that is. Well, we were running
after a dog and we seen this orange light way up in the sky and we
thought, oh, well, that's cool. So we kept on going through the woods
and a little while later we noticed that it was way on the other end of
the woods following us through the woods. It freaked my dad out and my
dad was wanting us to take cover and all this... but then, all of a
sudden, before we realized what happened, we were all back at the truck,
like time fell out. Yeah. We were scared. (Church asks what the dad
thought of it) Well, he told us never to speak of it. Never say of it.
We were never allowed to watch Star Trek or anything scientific based,
science fiction, nothing like that. Never allowed to watch anything like
that. Me and my brother didn't know, we were just doing everything my
dad said, you know. One time we were in this show and this one man
starts talking about how he seen this UFO and all this and my dad keyed
up and said, Yeah, my god, I seen the same thing. It freaked me out that
my dad was saying all this. Totally blew my mind. And right then I
realized why my dad never would let us watch that because it must have
been a UFO. (Fade to Black with Jimmy Church – December 19, 2019)
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