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I have read the whole thread, and I have but two stories from the whole of my life to share. I have only ever had these 2 things happen to me that were supernatural, and they both occurred in the same place: Naval Air Station Patuxent River, MD. Before these 2 things happened I did not believe in a 'super natural' world.
Story 1:
I was 18 or 19 years old and a fresh face on base, not more than 6 months out of boot camp. I was stationed in the barracks at the time, as I was not yet an NCO and could not live off base. The barracks were essentially a giant modular building with eight, 2 man rooms, and a community bathroom.
My roommate was a guy named Tim from Up State New York. He was a nice, clean, quiet guy, and we respected each other's space. That goes a long way when your 'house' is 15 feet by 8 feet.
Anyhow, Tim would always wake up before me and shuffle around the room before heading to the gym before work. I would hear him moving around the room, but in the most subtle "half awake/half asleep" mode that you find yourself in sometimes. You know, when you can hear everything around you, know what is going on around you, but your eyes aren't open and you are sort of still asleep.
Well, this particular morning it is about 0615; just before first light. I am lying warm in my bed on my stomach and I start to hear Tim moving around the room. Then it dawns on me... It is SUNDAY and Tim is in New York. Who the hell is in my room?? At the exact moment of this thought dawning on me I feel all the hair on the back of my neck shoot straight up. Then I feel a weight pushing down on my back, pushing me hard against the bed. It felt as though a large man was putting all his weight onto my back, preventing me from turning over or moving. The weirdest part however was that I could not open my eyes at all. I remember straining so hard to open my eyes. Then in an instant it felt almost as though the weight JUMPED off my back. I opened my eyes, sat straight up, and the room was empty.
I'll just share that one for now.
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I love this thread! But it’s so long, that I haven’t been able to finish reading it. I always start back at the beginning and run out of time. I’ll have to mark my place so I can get through it all… Great Stories! I have a “super natural” story or two of my own, but they don’t have anything to do with the woods or hunting. So I’ll leave them out. Let’s just say that I have come to believe from personal experience.
I will share an odd animal behavior story, though... About thirty years ago, mid afternoon, on a bright, sunny day, I was enjoying a walk in the woods. I head out along a power line, carrying a lever action 22, and was plinking pine cones and such. It was in a typical south Florida, pine and palmetto flatland, with heavy scrub growing in the ditches on either side of the built up access road. I had walked about three quarters of a mile, when something made me turn around and look. There in the middle of the path, about twenty yards behind me, was a bobcat. We stood there staring at each other for a while. Then it turned and slinked off into the scrub on the east side of the trail. I went on another two or three hundred yards, and had forgotten about the cat, when I heard a crunch in the dry palmettos to my left. It was the bobcat again. It was standing there, not more than a dozen yards away, just staring at me through a break in the scrub. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I stood there looking back into it’s hypnotic eyes. I didn’t know what else to do, so I gave him a “right between the eyes” shot with the Winchester, and he dropped in his tracks. Broad daylight… Anything but “cat like” stealth… Stalking something five times it’s own weight… What do you think?… Rabies? I should have kept the pelt… Why didn’t I keep the pelt?
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I didn't think this thread would go this far. It seems to be a favorite. My daughter just read some of these stories, she's 19 and will be sleeping with a night light tonight.
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quote:Originally posted by kill shot: I didn't think this thread would go this far. It seems to be a favorite. My daughter just read some of these stories, she's 19 and will be sleeping with a night light tonight.
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the most amazing tidbit from this thread is on like the fourth page with the late Brian Krebs taking about knowing that something is going to happen, then it does.....He past not long ago and here he is...telling us he knows we know!
-------------------- Leon Stewart 3 piece TD "Slammer" 62" 54lbs Black Widow PCHX 60" 53 lbs Posts: 279 | From: Moline, Il | Registered: Jan 2009
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i was guiding elk hunters in the eaglecap wilderness and one day while waiting for everyone else to get back from picking up hunters myself and a wrangler were sitting in camp.he asked me to show him how to bugle with a reed and grunt tube.i let out a mild bugle and it was answered immediatly by some strange roar from across the minam river.no bear,elk mountain lion or anything else in them mountains that sound like that.i bugled again only to have the roar answer even louder and closer.we started hearing large river rocks being thrown into the water.scared the hell outta both of us.the river was less than a hundred yards from camp.talk about no sleep.i was blinkin like a hoot owl all night.nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin chairs.
-------------------- IT'S NEVER WRONG TO DO WHATS RIGHT AND NEVER RIGHT TO DO WHATS WRONG.....LOU HOLTZ Posts: 4009 | From: washington | Registered: Mar 2008
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Back in 1982 I was coaching cross-country and took a group of boys to the Indiana Dunes in Michigan City, In to train for a week. It was late at night and I decided to take a walk to get away from camp and went down to the beach on lake Michigan. About a half mile away coming in my direction was a patrol type suv spot lighting the beach and water. I quickly got into the water and went out quite a ways and was having fun of dipping under the water as the patrol spot light glided over the water I was under. The patrol car left and I was standing in water that was about shoulder level..it was clear, stars and a pretty good moon light above. All of a sudden a young lady comes out of the water from I dont know where and says to be "what are you doing" . I was shocked as I did not know where the hell she came from but noticed she was upset. She told me her husband beat the hell out of her and she needed to get away from him. I told her how I was ditching the cop lights and next thing I knew, she was gone. I never told anyone about this story until a group of my fellow teachers were telling ghost stories(20 years later) and I decided to finally break the silence on this one. One of the teachers said "oh my god, there is several accounts about Diana of the Shores in the Michigan City, Indiana area. As the story goes, back in like 1904, I man and wife were livin in the area and Diana drunken jealous husband beat her to a pulp and she died. Several stories of Diana appeared over the years in the area. I did'nt believe it until I did a google search on ghost stories across america where you could go to individual states and click on to see ghost stories... Sure enough, it was there, the story about Diana of the Shores. This is a true story that really happened to me.....
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This is just amazing,these are the most interesting storys I have ever read.I have been reading this all the way thru from page 1 to 19.I have not had any thing happen to me as such in these stories.It's 2am now,but could not walk away from this.I am 47 years old and things doin't really scare you any more.I live in the country and my backyard buts up to about 25,000 acres of national forest,No body behind me for miles.My computer sets in an area that use to be the utility room in our home,there is a door that goes into the garage.This is our main way of travel in and out of the house.My teen age daughter left about 8pm with her friends .My wife told me earlier that she was spending the nite with her friends.My wife is asleep my son is in his room asleep.Just me the computer and these stories.I am on the last page (19),feeling kinda spooky from reading these ghostly incounters when all of a sudden the door from the garage flies open!! Its my daughter and a friend...I almost S...T my pants.The dogs did not bark no warning at all someone was here.Holy Crap!!!! Its time to go to bed,can't wait to show my wife this thread.WOW
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Once actully 3 times I heard a shot bow season. Only me ang another guy and his son hunts the farm. All 3 times I looked for the guy all 3 tmes it was in the same hollow all 3 times I could smell black power. Ran into the son at a country store. Told him my story. He said ya it's just DAN HE USE TO LIVE WHERE THE OLD FOUNDATION IS top of the hollow. He's just squrril hunting. I've heard the shots a couple times smell the smoke. But dad see's the guy always walking up the hill in that hollow carrying a squrril. But when he going up the hill dad can never catch up. And he's gone when dad tops the hill at the foundation. We leave that hollow to DAN for the last few years. I do the same.
-------------------- DEAD IS DEAD NO MATTER HOW FAST YOUR ARROW GETS THERE 20 YEARS LEARNING 20 YEARS DOING 20 YEARS TEACHING CROOKETARROW Posts: 1122 | From: WV | Registered: Jan 2009
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There are some truely great stories that have been shared here.
Some of them, I would much rather read about than experience first hand.
I bet there are some stories that remain untold that would just turn us inside out. Perhaps they are not shared out of fear of ridicule, or perhaps they are not shared because of re-experiencing the fear, or emotion. Perhaps, some experiences seem just too personal to share.
TTT, because there are more great stories to be told.
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Was re-reading some of these posts and thought of one.
My family, including myself, are all from south Louisiana. My grandpa did two things in life, work and hunt/fish...that was it. In the old days they would hunt deer with dogs. Mostly because the swamps and marsh were so thick and hard to get through that was the only way to hunt them. They'd carry these horns made from cow horn. Think of a powder horn, same thing. Anyways, when the hunt was over the person handling the dogs would blow this horn to signal everyone on the hunt.
My grandpas had a brother named Joe and one day one of the hunters comes across an old shotgun leaned against a tree with a game bag and a horn hanging on a limb. On the horn was scrimshawed "Joe Rodrigue" and a picture of a coyote. But the thing is none of the men, including my great uncle Joe had ever seen it. Then did not know who the gun belonged to either. It was pretty rusted up as it had been there a while. And this particular area was very isolated and back then most of the folks knew pretty much everyone else in the area. None had known of another Joe Rodrigue. and couldn't figure out why someond would just leave their stuff in the swamps like that. So it's still a mystery. I have the horn hanging on the wall in my den now.
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Shortly after my grandmother was laid to rest, I went to my father’s house to borrow his lawn mower. “It’s at your grandmother’s house.” He said. “In the garage. Would you mind bringing it back here when you're done with it?" He had been working over there, cleaning the place up, getting it ready to sell. When I got there the garage door was unlocked. So I went in. Before we moved here ourselves, this had been our Florida home for a few weeks every summer while I was growing up. Lots of good memories of family vacations. I wanted to have one last look around, but the door from the garage to the kitchen was locked. I checked for the nail under the work bench, and sure enough, the key was still there. When I entered the kitchen, I had this overwhelming sense, not of my grandmother, but my grandfather. It didn’t make any sense. He’d been gone for ten or twelve years, and she had just passed. The furniture was all gone. But there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, eating his lunch. When I went into the living room, he was there, sleeping in his favorite chair. I didn’t see him with my eyes. In a way, it was more real than that. If I had actually been able see him, and closed my eyes, he would have still been there… If you know what I mean. I looked around a little more, blew it off as just residual memories, took the lawn mower, and left. Later, when I returned the lawn mower to Dad, he was working in his own yard. He was down on his knees pulling weeds or something. With out looking up, he said, “Did you go inside?” “Yeah. Why?” I asked. “Did you see anything?” “No.” I said. “Nothing?” he pressed. Then I told him that when I went inside, thoughts of his father hit me like a ton of bricks. This made him stand up and look at me. He had been over there a few days before, fixing something in the far end of the house. From the other end of the house, he could hear the glass shower door rolling back and forth on it’s tracks. He went to see who else was in the house with him, but found no one. This went on a few more times when he finally said, “Stop it Pa! You’re scaring the hell out of me!” It didn’t happen again. Then he told me that before Grandma's funeral, my cousin was sent to the house to pick up the dress that she was to be buried in. When my cousin lifted the hanger off the rod, and turned to leave the large walk-in closet, Grandpa was standing in the door blocking her exit! Dad then told me something us kids hadn‘t been told about at the time… There was another retired couple in the neighborhood that my grandparents were very close to. They played cards every week, etc. Shortly after Grandpa died, His buddy, Leo tried to kill himself. He told his wife, “I have to go! Stan (my grandfather) needs me!” He failed that time, but about a year later, managed to put a bullet in his head.
On the flip side of all this, my mother passed away a year ago. My brother and I had those same duties of cleaning her place up to sell it. We spent a lot of time there painting and stuff… She is not there. Neither is her mother, who’s place it was before it was Mom’s. They have both moved on to a better existence. My brother and I were there in the hospital with Mom when she passed. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace at that moment… No fear… Like everything was happening as it should. That’s how I want to go.
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Re-reading some of these stories I found a very strange similarity. That similarity is/was the age of most of us when these things occurred.
We were all generally in our mid to late teens, or early 20's. All young men.
This leads me into my 2nd, and only other supernatural experience. I will tell that story now, as I stated that I would in my first story.
Story 2:
Once again, I was 18 or 19 years old and stationed at Patuxent River Maryland. I worked in an Aviation Intermediate Maintenance Department. Basically, it was one gigantic hanger with 10-15 different big workshops in it. Each shop would work on different aircraft components and they would then be shipped back over to the squadrons. We were like the pit crew for all of the different airplanes.
Now, if you have spent any time in the military then you know what 'watch' is. Basically you are on guard duty, guarding whatever 'command' you work for. The 'watches' are all 8 hours long, and the "mid-watch" is the midnight to 0800. The watch consisted of two guys, an E-5 or E-6, and an E1-E4 (generally a younger guy).
This particular night I was on the mid watch. My duty was to walk around ('rove') the giant empty hangar every 30 minutes and then report back to the senior NCO on watch with me that everything was 'secure'. Our hangar was laid out in a way that the far side of the hangar had steps leading up to it, and about 12 offices, for senior command were built on the 2nd floor; built right into the wall of the hangar.
The time was about 0300, and I had yet to rove the far side of the hangar. I had put it off for whatever reason. Anyhow, I got to the far side of the hangar, flashlight in hand, and made my way to the 2nd floor. Once you get to the second floor you open a door, and are in a hallway. In front of you on the left along the hall are the 12 offices, with a bathroom at the end of the hallway. I was to check that all the doors were locked by shaking them.
So, I walk down the length of the hallway checking that all the doors are locked, get to the far end and turn around, heading back in the direction of the door leading to the stairwell. About halfway back toward the stairwell I hear 'click, click, click'. I stop in my tracks. It sounded like someone was walking behind me. More specifically, it sounded as though the thing/person behind me was wearing high heels. You know the 'click' sound that is made when a woman walks on a hard floor with heels on. So I start walking again and after four more steps I hear the 'click, click, click'. This time I stop dead in my tracks and I feel a sudden cold rush come right up behind me, and all the hair shoots straight up on the back of my neck. It felt like whatever it was was standing right behind me breathing down my neck.
At this point I break into a full spring and didn't stop until I was back at the front of the hangar where my NCO was. I am breathing heavy and so he asks me what is going on???
Me: "I was at the back of the hangar..."
(He cuts me off)
NCO: Far side of the hangar, by the offices?
Me: Yeah..... and I was down by the female bathroom and...
(Cuts me off again)
NCO: You heard what sounded like a woman in high heels walking behind you?
Me: Yeah..... how do you know???????
NCO: You are the 4'th young airman that I have been on watch with that has told me that EXACT same story in the exact same place. I have personally walked up there myself trying to experience the same thing, but it never happens to me. Only happens to guys between 18 to about 22.
I swear on everything that this story is 100% true.
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I have often heard that beginning near puberty, we are either more sensitive to other planes or more susceptible to deranged thinking. This sensitivity drops off as we are transitioned into adult responsibilities, or mental health facilities.
I am reluctant to tell of some of my experiences, as I feel that it betrays a trust, or weakens the power.
I can reveal that my first muzzleloader deer was taken under much the same circumstances as Bowspirit's experience. I name all my deer, and this one's REAL name is Patience, though I tell most folks that he is called Henry. A redtail told me to hunt steady, and at last light an eight-point came along the ridgeline, nose to the drag line that I had walked that morning. I was seated on a three-inch-wide board wedged into the base of three trees, and believe me, it was some kind of painful! I was also suffering the residual pains of a lower back injury, which was most unhelpful.
I was going to gather my stuff and head to camp, hot food and a warm mattress. I was tired of dancing my butt cheek to cheek trying to stave off the pain, and the damp cold had seeped into my bones.
I caught motion out of the corner of my eye, and caught a flash of bird rising from the hill across the stream valley. A redtail hawk rose from the trees and crossed to my side of the stream. I know that I often look stupid, but I always greet my bird friends with an open palm, and so I greeted this one.
It circled above me four times, and then went back over to the other hill and settled down to hunt. Thus chastened, I did the same. I shot the buck at 20 yards. He is still the biggest deer I ever killed.
But the other stuff, when I was in my late teens... I better keep mum. Killdeer
-------------------- Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
~Longfellow
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