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Darth Groovy
07-24-2003, 06:11 AM
I do not believe in the supernatural. I do not believe in ghosts. However for years now, I have been fascinated by the sightings. I frequently watch the show on the Sci-Fi channel, and take a great interest in all of the material, even if I do not believe, I enjoy the reports with great enthusiasm.

I love it so much, that if I had nothing better to do with my life, I would chase these stories down, for a living and write books about it. Some would ask how I can be such a sceptic, yet so enthusiastic about such things? I am the kind of guy who wants to find the secret to the magic tricks, the kind of guy that looks for the wires, and loves to learn the secret to the special effects in movies. In 29 years, I have only witnessed one thing in my life, that I could not explain, but I am determined to find a logical explanation. I will get to my story later.

I just finished watching The Mothman Prophecies, and am fascinated by the story, mostly because it does not involve ghosts.

Anyways, I was chatting with a freind about my sighting, and he was telling me his. What interested me though, is that his sighting occured in Colorado Springs, CO. He was staying in a cabin near The Black Forest. Apparently that place has been a hot spot for sightings since 1992, which was the same year I saw what I saw, only I saw what I saw in Joliet IL, this guy was right near the area. He claimed that he and his dad saw a lamp floating a foot above a table in a room for about a good minute, before dropping to the table. I did some research on the area, and have been finding cool stuff for about an hour now.

Please don't read this if you have trouble sleeping after reading spooky stuff.

I have already started a paranormal folder in my favorites list, and as I type this, have actively pursued this as a hobby.

Here is an original article which sparked my interest:


The Black Forest Investigation
by Dennis William Hauck
POSTED: 28 June 99

The dream of Steve and Beth Lee and their two sons was to live in the beautiful Black Forest region of Colorado. For four years they rented homes in the densely forested area northeast of Colorado Springs before finding a spacious, two-story log home in the thickest part of the woods. What they did not know was that the former tenant of the house was convinced the property was haunted but did not say anything. The unsuspecting Lees bought the property in 1992. Within a week, the gates of hell opened up on them.

"One day we came home," said Beth, "and it was like the Fourth of July in our living room and in our bedroom. We had all kinds of lights flashing through, and it sounded like people stomping across the roof. We would lay in bed at night and hear chains rattling. One night we woke up and heard orchestra music. Strange things started happening every day." Their sons complained of weird lights and shadows in their rooms, lights and appliances started going on and off by themselves, and untraceable chemical odors burned family members’ eyes and throats. Steve Lee, a 34-year-old professional truck driver, believed someone was trying to scare his family out of their new home. But the Louisiana-born man told me that he had "just enough redneck left" to fight back no matter what it was. He installed a state-of-the-art, $70,000 security system with video surveillance and motion detectors, though the system often sounded alarms with no one around to trigger them. Over the next four years, they would have sixty-two unexplainable "break-ins", and the El Paso County Sheriff’s Department simply stopped responding.

Steve noticed that photographs and videotape taken in certain locations on the property exhibited strange light streaks running through them, and sometimes, translucent faces even appeared on the film. Three parts of the house seemed especially prone to these unusual effects: the outside wall next to their satellite dish, the living room, and the upstairs master bedroom. No matter what type of camera or film he used, Steve captured evidence of unexplainable light phenomena that included brilliant beams, floating balls of light, and glowing outlines of humans and animals. Sometimes the mysterious lights could be seen with the naked eye, though most often, they lasted just a split second and showed up only on film.

Steve and Beth finally agreed that something paranormal might be going on in their home, and in early 1995, they sent some videotape to the "Sightings" television show. The show investigated the Lee property on three separate occasions, and producers considered it one of their most interesting and well-documented cases. In November 1996, the Lees invited me to investigate their property. Three months earlier, the Lees had asked State Senator Charles Duke to investigate with his own camera equipment. He was able to capture a cloudy image that he said was "clearly a dog", an apparition that had been photographed repeatedly on the property and that Steve believes might be his own dog who died ten years ago. I was also able to capture this "flying dog" on film, as well as the frightening face of another ghost, possibly the "old woman" described by some witnesses. Like most researchers who visit the Lee property, I experienced the unexplainable equipment problems and odd physical sensations. I also measured intense electromagnetic activity on the property.

So far, the Lees have called in over thirty different specialists, including paranormal researchers, private investigators, psychics, and quantum physicists. Several of the scientists have stated that the lightforms recorded on film do not behave according to accepted laws of physics. I am continuing my own investigation of the site and have concluded that it qualifies as one of the most "haunted" houses in the nation. And there is nothing that Steve Lee or his wife are doing to cause it.

Dennis William Hauck is the author of "Haunted Places : The National Directory" (shown below). You can read more about Haunted Places and see what Hauck has planned for a second editon at his web site: www.haunted-places.com

The original link is here. (http://www.xproject.net/archives/paranormal/blackforest.html)

If anyone wants to add to this, I would be VERY interested indeed. Thanks in advance.

El Sitherino
07-24-2003, 06:14 AM
*looks at lamp on desk* :eek:

*fears*

STTCT
07-24-2003, 06:19 AM
Groovy...that is just creepin me out because I'm in an office all alone at 1am in the morning. I did check out the site and well..started to read the forums. Did you see the pic of the baby in the tv??

Jed
07-24-2003, 06:51 AM
Groovy, wonderful thread ;)

I must say I concur with you. I consider myself a scientific thinker, always wanting to know the reason behind something before jumping to conclusions. But the paranormal is one side of me....

The Mothman Prophecies was an excellent movie, but the entire controversy shrouding the creature is even more intriging.

Yes, this is a side of me many of you didn't know about ;)

STTCT
07-24-2003, 06:59 AM
*sighs* mothman prophesies...

Would you believe my mom remembers about that bridge falling down. She lived near there. At least...I'm pretty sure that's what she told me.

The movie creeped me out! I loved it though

*sighs* richard gear

I totally wasn't expecting

his wife to die in the beginning like that!

Darth Groovy
07-24-2003, 08:46 AM
I have only one thing happen to me, that I cannot explain.

I was about 17, it was late at night, and me and a freind of mine were at a grocery store near a strip mall, stocking up on eggs for a hellish evening of random vandalism.

I am in the parking lot sitting in the car, nobody is around. It is around 1 in the morning.

I notice this old woman walking near the strip mall. Immediately, I knew something was just wrong. For one, she had on entirely too much clothing for the weather, it was in the upper 50's. This women was dressed for a blizzard. Two, her clothing was old, I don't mean just outdated, I mean like 19th century type clothes like you see in the movies. She walked like she didn't get around so good, and felt a need to help. As I walked towards her, my buddy came out of the store and saw her as well, and headed towards my direction. She walked behind a pillar in front of Office Max and did not come out for the longest time. I walked behind the pillar and she was gone. Me and my buddy spent a good half hour or so searching that strip mall, on foot, and in the car. We never saw her, nore a single trace of her ever again.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I would sure as hell like to know what really happened that night, because it has bothered me for years. There was no place this woman could have just vanished into.

StormHammer
07-24-2003, 10:54 AM
Originally posted by Darth Groovy
I don't believe in ghosts, but I would sure as hell like to know what really happened that night, because it has bothered me for years. There was no place this woman could have just vanished into.

I have an open mind on the subject of 'ghosts'. Yes, I am more inclined to look for rational explanations first, and with so many 'hoaxes' over the years, I am rather cynical when I hear tales of ghostly apparitions and the like. However, I too had an odd experience before my first son was born...but I'll go onto that later.

Anyway, I have a let theory that has absolutely no grounds...but may serve a more scientific approach to 'sightings'. As we all know, the Earth has a strong magnetic field, and we've all heard of 'ley lines', etc. We've also heard theories on wormholes, and the potential to 'travel through time' using such principles. The universe itself is a place full of fluctuation, and potential dimensional rifts. So what does all this have to do with 'ghosts'?

Well, when you consider that we have the 'aurora borealis' phenomena in the North, where the Solar wind interacts with the Earth's magnetic field...is it not possible that there could also be extremely focused 'pockets' of electro-magnetic energy? Could it be possible that these 'pockets' might then cause light distortions, including focused and coloured light? After all, if you place a magnet close to your TV screen (not advised, BTW), it creates distortions in the picture. Could that be applied on a wider scale in the atmopshere itself?

Taking the idea of these 'pockets' further...what if they acted in some ways along the same lines as a wormhole? An intensely focused pocket of energy that actually distorts space/time slightly, and which could potentially open up a window on the past (or future?). After all, many 'ghost sightings' are usually of people who were once known to exist, usually walking around in a mundane manner, and not doing anything threatening, and completely oblivious of their 'current' surroundings. In other words, images or imprints of the past? Can an electro-magnetic force of sufficient magnitude and focus act temporarily like a mirage...but across time? Or like the earliest photographs, which simply 'burned' an image onto paper by the power of sunlight?

And is it also then possible for these 'pockets' to actually pick up something physical of the past, and deposit it in the present? For example, there have been accounts in the past of people opening up stones, and seeing toads hop out, or another case where supposedly men working on a coal seam broken open a piece of coal, and something resembling a pterodactyl fell out and briefly lived (no evidence was retained to support that claim, though). Then, of course, there have been reports of people finding nails and spark plugs, and all kinds of other things imbedded deep in rock millions of years old. Could these modern artefacts have been transported into the past through a micro-tear in the fabric of space/time, like a wormhole?

As I said, I have no evidence to support my theory, and maybe it's just wild speculation.

Anyway...the 'incident' I referred to earlier I've mentioned before (I seem to recall it was in the last thread where Groovy posted his account :p ), and in a similar way, it might have a perfectly rational explanation - although most of the people I've told consider me to be delusional or trying a prank.

It started one night (something like 2 am in the morning), and I was sitting in my living watching the TV, and to be honest, just drifting off to sleep. My living room is one big room with the Front door of the house at one end (typical of many terraced houses in the UK these days). Anyway, the door suddenly slammed wide open, and brought me around with a start. I went to close it, and I was a bit surprised because I could have sworn that earlier that same evening I'd put the latch down opn the lock (typical Yale lock) - and indeed as I recall it was down. There was a slight breeze outside - but nothing that seemed strong enough to have slammed the door open like that. Anyway, I didn't really give it much thought at the time, and went to bed.

The next night (around 1 am in the morning), I was again sitting up late watching TV. My wife was asleep upstairs (she was pregnant with our first son at the time), and in spite of the open nature of our house, sound doesn't carry that well from upstairs. The dog was alseep - snoring I seem to recall. Anyway, I was watching the TV - wide awake this time - and I suddenly heard a sound. Like an 'Ooh'. I don't mean a ghostly wail. I mean a sound like you make when you're mildly surprised at something. At first I thought it might have come from the TV...but it was slightly louder than the TV, and seemed to come from the centre of the room, about 4 feet away from the TV. Again, I discounted that, because houses always seem to make strange sounds late at night. Except the sound came again...just as distinct, and I'd already turned the TV volume down the first time it happened, so I knew it wasn't the TV. The dog was still sleeping, and was lying slightly behind me and to my left - the sound had come from the middle of the room, straight ahead, and slightly to my right.

Even then...I didn't think much of it. But over the next couple of months, I heard the same sound infrequently, late at night, in the same room. I was always on my own when it happened. No one I talked to would believe me. They kept saying it was the TV...or maybe an owl hooting and the sound carrying down the chimney. Perfectly reasonable explanations.

Then my first son was born.

And the late night sounds in my living room stopped. Stopped completely.

I gave it a lot of thought since then, and I've come to believe, in my own mind, that maybe my son found a way, while still in the womb, to go exploring in those last few months before he was born.

Right or wrong, I haven't encountered any other explanation as to why the sounds suddenly started after that first night when the door blew open, and suddenly stopped when he was born.

It gives you food for thought. ;)

RpTheHotrod
07-24-2003, 12:56 PM
I saw a UFO once. Just a bright ball of light in the sky in the distance, but it went extremely fast to the left, stopped (immediate stop...like it was going 100 mph and stopped on a dime), went right, stopped, went straight down, stopped, went straight back up, stopped, and kept doing that. Left right down up left right down up. It was going very fast and would immediatly stop. Eventually the light dissappeared.

Thrackan Solo
07-24-2003, 01:45 PM
Thats why you have your dog cremated!

I have had an experence once, its really not a "ghost" scary story but it is abnormal.

My cousin was walking back to our car with me when these guys approached us and started saying expletives to her. She didnt know what to do when from behind them came this giant guy who had on a Wal-Mart vest and a nametag with his name on it.
He walked up to her and asked if there was a problem, the other guys backed off and she got in the car.

Later we called Wal-Mart to thank the man and we asked for his name and the owner said,"Im sorry but no one works here by that name."

He didnt work at any of the Wal Marts anywhere around it was the weirdest thing.

Agen
07-24-2003, 11:53 PM
Well i can't say i had many.... but one time i was talking about injured dogs and then a dog whined in the background and ran around the corner with lbood on it :/

pbguy1211
07-25-2003, 01:06 AM
Stormie... you're just crazy ;)
I think the mind can just really f with people sometimes.
One time in particular I remember for a few nights in a row when I was very young I distinctly remember there being some rather large blinking lights in the sky very noticable from our front lawn. Bigger than stars... but stationary, clearly not planes. In my years I've come to pass this off as stars. the flickering was probably them dying.
At another point when I was VERY young... on christmas eve I got up to take a whiz... on my way back from the bathroom i very clearly heard a "ho ho ho" now obviously it wasnt santa claus but i'll be damned if i know how the hell i heard that noise. the point is that the mind can do funny sh*t to ppl in the right situations.
when it's dark out and you're in an unfamiliar place and you start hearing wierd sh*t, you are (in your head) inclined to believe that something's out there. the mind is very powerful and we don't really understand it anywhere near it's full capabilities.

But i dont believe in ghosts or aliens... anymore... with the amount of technology out there now it's simply crazy that there's no real proof of anything paranormal existing...
but at least they make for good stories! ;)

legameboy
07-25-2003, 02:29 AM
Hmm don't believe in all that stuff really, I'm a Christian, and proud of it. :)

pbguy1211
07-25-2003, 03:27 AM
So? Why can't you be Christian and believe in any of that?

Darth Groovy
07-25-2003, 07:53 AM
Originally posted by legameboy
Hmm don't believe in all that stuff really, I'm a Christian, and proud of it. :)

Curious you said this. I am a christian too. I too, do not believe in any ghosts other than the holy ghost. I do know what I saw, and the fact that another who is even more sceptical that me saw it, confirms my sighting. We had agreed to never talk of it again, but the sighting has bugged me for years, probably more than him, who I have not spoken too in several years, but like I said, I am the guy at the magic show looking for the wires, so I would really love an explanation of what we saw, and the fact that he saw it as well only confirms that I am not crazy. Something happened that night. An old women WAS there, and she just dissapeared. Where in the hell did she go, and why could we not figure this out for so many years. Something happened, and I really want to close this chapter of my life.

Ray Jones
07-25-2003, 08:09 AM
i only was afraid of two stories.

1. That StarTrek episode with the "salt sucking monster"

2. That MacGyver episode with the "hiking ants"

Shotokan
07-25-2003, 08:21 AM
That MacGyver episode with the "hiking ants"

hated that episode when i was a kid... gave me nightmares for the longest time...

Ray Jones
07-25-2003, 08:41 AM
Originally posted by Shotokan
hated that episode when i was a kid... gave me nightmares for the longest time...

what i say. no nightmares but i didnt sleep for 2 nights i think. :dozey:

But NOW i am BIG and STRONG ..

tsehehehe ..

legameboy
07-25-2003, 02:56 PM
I saw an anime episode yesterday (the series was Betterman I think) and it was freaky. There was this doctor with about 7 tubes stuck in him and he was in this canister, and he was ordering these bugs he had made around like this: "My children, go and consume those that oppose us and hinder our plan", and then these bugs (worms, very black insects with huge 'jaws', and yellow insects that pinched people to their death) ate these people alive, and this one lady got trapped in a metal insect hive, and all these larva got all over her and one went into her mouth to take control over her... I don't want to talk about it anymore, it was just sick... :(

Darth Groovy
07-25-2003, 10:07 PM
No, but I saw an episode of Hawaii Five-0, once that had this banshee thing in it, (later revieled as a fake, of course) but for some reason it scared me bad enough, that I had to run downstairs and hang out with my folks for a while.

Darth Eggplant
07-25-2003, 11:32 PM
if you see one,
even a crude representation
they will haunt your walking dreams forever.
a black asphault monster is
if you let your mind go there
picture the black oil from the X-Files;
add the tenacles of Kang and Kodos
from the Simpsons; and add the eye
in the garbage compactor from episode IV ANH
that is a black asphault monster.
they are mostly harmless.
(mostly) if you see one you must look at it.
like a dog if it senses fear it will attack.
and like a cat, if you ignore it, it will attack.
my worst BAM encounter came one spring
a year or two back.
I was on my way to the store,
now BAM mainly live on asphault driveways.
they can also cling to red brick walls.
anyhow as I was heading to the store,
out of the corner of my eye I saw the BAM
you always see them in the perifery first.
well I was kind of tired, and I did not want to stop
and see a BAM just then so I bowed my head,
put my hands in my pockets and pretended
NOT to see it.
'BIG MISTAKE!'
as I past the slow languid oozing of the BAM
changed. it contracted itself into a smal puddle,
tenacles tensing like a spiders legs,
the periscope eye desended
into the goo it calls it body,
and it sprang at me. (fast and alarmingly so)
the attack froze me in my tracks.
feet rooted firmly to the concrete sidewalk,
in a moment of slow motion horror,
I turned to watch it. and as it leapt at me
(throat high it turned into a giant black wolf)
with eyes of crimson and malice.
well there I was with the Bam
coming to snuff out my existance.
all I could do was turn
and try to curl myself into a ball
(all the while feet still firmly planted in concrete)
well just as the BAM was about to rip my vocal cords out,
I heard the scream. the terrible terrible scream.
*it turned out to be my own*
the Bam just as quickly as it had transformed
itself into a wolf suddenly shattered and became
a flock of large black butterflies
which swirled and swooped
and blew round my head.
then the BAM just disappaited like smoke.

well my heart was pounding in my chest,
sweat dripped down my neck
and all the little hairs on my body were on edge.

unfortunately I was not alone.
a couple of west end gino's
in their Z28 were driving by.
they witness my complete Fisher King Episode.
the guy in the passenger seat sneared at me:
'****ing psycho go back to the psyche ward!'
the driver laughing yelled: 'loser'
and off they went.
well the BAM's have a nest
on my wall outside my 17th floor condo
and they have had eggs hatch.
whenever I see them
I never ignore them any longer.

and believe me
you don't want to stop and see one
'cause this is bat country.'

Darth Groovy
07-26-2003, 01:03 PM
Are you the only one that see these "BAMS"?

SkinWalker
07-26-2003, 03:53 PM
If you want a real scare, talk to a Navajo about the legend of the SkinWalker ;)

The following is an excerpt from a Men's Journal Article from 1998 (http://www.dispatchesfromthevanishingworld.com/pastdispatches/navajo/printernavajo.html):

One morning as Tom and I sat outside his hogan, way out in the Arizona desert, we noticed a skinny black dog with a white beard slinking behind a rise, 200 yards off. I asked if it was a stray. Tom said it was a skinwalker. "He's been here a couple of days." Skinwalkers are witches -chindi -who can take the form of animals, particularly wolves or coyotes, and can inflict illness or death on those they have it in for. They are believed to be people who want to become rich and have gone through an elaborate ceremony that includes the sacrifice -by untraceable magic means -of a relative When a skinwalker is identified, he is often beaten to death and mutilated beyond recognition, so he won't come back Every so often, a forensic pathologist in Albuquerque told me, the Navajo Police bring in the pulverized cadaver of a suspected skinwalker from the rez, as everybody calls the part of Dinetah that the Great White Father designated as a reservation for the Navajo.

Here's another interesting perspective of the legend (http://web.nmsu.edu/~tomlynch/swlit.skinwalkers.html)

* Brushes coyote skin out eyes to finish typing

Zoom Rabbit
07-28-2003, 07:24 AM
I've never seen a ghost. I have, however, *seen* an alien...

One night I was walking into my bedroom, and happened to glance over and see an alien peeking in the side of the open window at me. It was about ten feet away from me, with the big gray head and huge eyes that we've all seen on UFO paraphernalia, just quietly watching me from right outside.

I stared for about one second at this thing, then completely freaked out. :D I ran into the living room and grabbed my best sword off the stand, unsheathed it in a blur then walked back into the bedroom...point first. Asking the questions.

'Who are you? What are you doing here? Get away from my goddamn window!' :mad:

As soon as I was close enough, I lunged at the still silent alien and drove my sword right through its big head. It was then that I discovered the *alien*'s true nature...it was merely some ragged plastic weather covering that my kitties had shredded that spring, hanging in the dim moonlit night and just happening to look like a visitor from outer space.

'Oh, wow,' I said. :dozey: 'Good thing that wasn't a real alien!'

;)

Ray Jones
07-28-2003, 07:44 AM
psst. zoom.. (dont touch magic bananas before bed.)

:D

One day i though the salt sucking monster was waiting for me at home..
it looked like if it hides behind the windows curtain as i walked towards our house. i thought it was a delusion .. 3 minutes later i was dead..

Kengo
07-29-2003, 10:38 PM
I'm glad it wasn't a real alien, or you could have casued an inter-galatic war by killing a peace loving alien there to make first contact...:eek:

Zoom Rabbit
07-30-2003, 05:41 AM
Well, I'm not about to defend what I did. You're absolutely right.

I was scared sh*tless. ;) You never know what your reaction will be to an alien until you *see* one!

Besides. Even if it had been a real alien, it would have been well advised to respond to my questions, or at least notice that the human was coming toward it unhappily with a big samurai sword and step back... :dozey:

So. :) If aliens are reading this and thinking of coming to visit me--please, please just use the doorbell. It's more polite, and frankly safer.

Darth Groovy
07-31-2003, 02:07 PM
The following is a fictional tale based on what I hope to someday become reality. I have come to find the paranormal so fascinating that someday I intend to persue all aspects of the unexplained. I know many others who are keen on the subject and have made loose plans to join me on this trek upon completion of studies.

The reason for the following post, is to reveal a shadow of what will someday become my life long quest into the paranormal, either to explain, reveal or simply witness.


In the near future...

Forget the traditional opener of "it was a dark and stormy night", this is no ghost story, or horror novel. No actually it was around 5pm in a busy diner in Point Pleasant WV. Our crew had just traveled half way across the country in a panel truck with our equipment meticulously packed in the back. It was my idea for us to dress casual in ball caps and flanel shirts, as to not stick out so much among the locals. This poor town after suffering the tradegy of the Silver Bridge in 1967, and then came John Keel's Novel "The Mothman Prophecies", which subsequently was made into a movie staring Richard Geer. Too much attention had been drawn to the area, and every UFO/Ghost chasing nut in the world was invading the town searching for either little green men, or the mysterious Mothman himself. It was not the Silver Bridge tradgedy which drew us to this sleepy little town, but all the strange UFO/Mothman sightings that occured in this area prior to the incident.
The three of us sat there in a booth near the main street chatting and joking about our usual subjects, from sports, to sitcoms, and movies. I had a very strict policy to our work, which included that we remain a close net family. Not too professional, but not such a serious approach as well. After all, we were not scientists, and certainly not working for the government. I had managed to gain a BA in Management Information Systems in my late 20's/early 30's with an AA in Web Design and Administration. Ryan Martin was the smart one in our group, fresh out of college as an M.D., Ryan was a wirey young man with some health problems, yet he had the will of ten men, and the ability to quote the terms and jargon of paranormal annomolies like a Baptist minister could quote scripture. Jake Jones was a very good looking husky guy with a mustache and charming demeanor. He was only a year or so older than Ryan and finished his degree in Broadcasting at Georgia State a couple of years earlier. He had successfully landed a job at a radio station in his home, and made a modest yet decent income. Due to the sleepy nature of his hometown, he had the ability to get alot of time off, and frequently joined us in our treks, helping out any way he could. Steve Mychek was a full fledged photographer from Penn State. He had been a freind of mine for some time, he was a bit more reserved than the rest of us, slender with broad shoulders and cheek bones. He never asked alot of questions, he just always politely did as we asked him too, yet he always demonstrated that he enjoyed our company, and would occasionally add to the converstaition, or enjoy a chuckle or two, but we never probed him, for his shyness, and he seemed to appreciate our respect for his reserved nature. This was my family, and they all looked to me as the older brother. I was the oldest one in the bunch, but I always looked younger than my actual age, a curse that has run through my family for decades, yet was not ashamed of. I often have fun getting strangers to guess my age, wich most of them are usually off by 5-10 years. It is the best of all curses. We had a few freinds that would meet us at the local hotel the next day. Most of them were mutual aquaintences with some cameral and radio equipment here and there, Ryan knew how the equipment worked better than I did, I simply directed such tasks.
For several months prior to our visit to Point Pleasant, we were mostly chasing haunted houses here and there. We always had some problems with our credibilty, yet my experiences as a failed journalist tought me one thing, everyone has a common ground, and once you reach it, and embrace, and respect it, people open up to you. The tactic is standard for journalism types, yet not meant as a devious tactic, it's just that in order to learn about people, you have to get into their world.
Most often contact "victims" as I had come to call them were usually hesitent in revealing their experiences. Me, and my crew had a strict policy to listen to everyone with equal enthusiam, and then we would investigate. We would look into histories of the foundation, we would look into the designs of the foundation, and use logic and science to explain whatever it was we found. More than often, hot and cold spots could be associated with thermal designs of old structures, as well as those bumps in the night could be associated with the foundation settling. Our fee was simple, room, bord, and food until we rooted out the explanations. Most of our hours were spent setting up equipment, and then long nights of poker or Trivial Persuit, when in the meantime, nothing would happen. Our favorite, is when we would attend Seances, and watch as "mediums" would prey on the customer with the same read bye talent that televions phsycics would share. Most of the time we would attend these seances, and debunk them with some of the oldest tricks in the book. "What is in my wallet?" "What am I thinking now?" They always had some well rehearsed and prolonged story about how the "underworld" does not work that way, but usually the residents would normally side with us. More than often, upon closure, residents of so called "haunted houses" would be happy with our detailed report of strange occurances, and explanations, that they would offer us a modest lump some for our efforts. As starving young artists, I would graciously accept on my crew's behalf.

We had only been at this game for about 6 months, and my crew though weary of not finding anything tangible, followed me blindly. I usually managed to make enough money off of publishing my findings in local "Paranormal" magazines, yet it was my policy to change names to protect the innocent, which is a policy I follow in this book as well, for obvious reasons. Nobody wants to be labeled as "crazy".

So what brought us to Point Pleasant? Simple, for a bunch of young chasers of the supernatural, this spot had it all. What bugged us the most, is that the people of this town had no motive, they did not want the exposure they got. In John Keel's Novel "The Mothman Prophecies", he observed the same thing. Multiple sightings of UFO's, Men In Black, and even the elusive ten foot tall "Mothman". Very few of these people even wanted to be identified, not common in most UFO fabrications. Most UFO fabalists, want exposure, and want to be revieled. Point Pleasant had only a few, but the coincidences were just to unordinary to not be noticed. At the time, Point Pleasant would be our Holy Grail, evertything we had set out to discover. It was only a matter of time.

The waitress came over to us and instictively knew we were out of town, not common for locals of sparsley populated areas. However "April" was painfully to the point. "Not from around here are you?", the typical response of any local to foreigners, complete with a slight southern accent. Our trio fell quiet and finally I responded with "no, we are not". The satisfied waitress continued with a casual smirk, "either you guys are in the worse college vacation spot, or you are here looking for the Mothman". Unable to form a good response I let out a brainless statement; "What makes you think that?" April continued; "I seen the movie, read the book too...I was just a baby when that all happened, but my mom doesn't talk about it too much. You don't believe in a Mothman do you?" The whole table felt silent, and started looking around in discomfort. Finally I formed a response. "I believe that the people in this town are very real. Whithout any reason, they saw things, the same things, and that happened for a reason. That is what I believe." The waitress then takes our order, brings our food, and slams the check down in discust. Perhaps she feels I railroaded her, but the truth was, is that many young people HAD in fact come to Point Pleasant searching for the Mothman, and UFOs. This little haven had been invaded with too much publicity, and April the waitress had pigeonholed us in a heartbeat. No, we were not the first ones to investigate, but at the time, this WAS the holy grail of the Unexplained, yet at this point I began to realise something. Were we here to witness, or to explain? The incident took me back to my childhood. One day while staying at my grandmothers, a cop, and a man dressed in red and white and wearing a thick beard, strolled down the street, I recognized him as Santa Clause. My Gramma yelled out to them, and they both approached the house. The cop was your ordinary cop, but the other, was a man dressed in full Santa attire, with a real thick white beard, and long white hair. He even instructed me to sit on his lap, and pull his beard. My grandmother captured the whole thing on film. As I questioned him with silly things like "where are you from, and are you the real Santa?", he only smiled and replied with "What do you Want for Christmas?" Instictavely, I rambeled all the things I wanted. He kissed me on the cheek and left with the cop. That same Christmas, I recieved all that I had asked for. The following Christmas, I was determined to see him again. I stayed awake, and heard noises from the basement. I sneeked downstairs, prowling without getting cought was many of my talents for many years. I gasped at what I found... I found my parents, and my grandparents sitting presents around the tree, and stuffing my stocking. Shocked at what I found, I ran off to bed, never being detected. That whole night, I thought to myself that I had been "bad", and that Santa just did not come. A few days later, I revealed what I saw to my mother, who had the painstaking duty, of informing me that there was no Santa Clause, and that I had to keep it a secret to my younger sister. This idea never set well, because for years I had to think.... Why would people make up such stories, gain our beliefs, and then later reveal to us, that it is all pretend? Is this Mothman story a hoax? How about the UFOs or Men In Black? At this point when April departed I questioned myself silently.... Why did I come to Point Pleasant? Did I come here to find the infamous Mothman, UFO's or did I come here to find those responsible for such a hoax? Also, did I want to believe, or really uncover the truth? I continued on our journey unsure of an answer.
We paid the check, tipped the waitress and left. Silently, I almost knew what was on our minds. Did we come here to witness something, or debunk a modern legend?

Darth Stryke
07-31-2003, 03:35 PM
WARNING-LONG POST
Okay, first off, this is entirely fact-based by what I saw/heard. I know it was not a dream because of reasons I will state later. I had a friend who claimed his grandmother's house was haunted, as was the land around the house. Me always being the brave type, wanted to go see the house. So my friend arranged with his grandmother to have us stay there for a weekend. I honestly believed in the supernatural, but I thought he was just making crap up. All types of things were supposed to have happened there. Ya see, the house was a hospital during the American Civil War. It is in Northern Virginia. When I arrived, it was about 5:00 PM EST. It was summer, I believe in June. When I arrived, I noticed 3 things. First, the house itself. Very old of course, and definitely built in the style of the time. Secondly, the old barn back by the woods. This barn had been around since the Civil War, along with the house. Apparently there were some animals and a farm as well to supply the hospital. And Lastly, there was a Cemetary in the backyard of the house. The dates on the Tombstones were hard to read, but they confirmed the Civil War time period as well. I later found out that an old foundation, was actually a slave hut that had long since crumbled. I was told it burned down and the one slave that worked there died in the fire. After all of this, I looked around the house. Basically, an old house. Nothing was amiss and around 11:00 PM everyone had gone to bed. Later in the night, I awoke to use the Bathroom. As I got out of bed, I bumped my arm and bruised it. (That is how I knew I was awake.) All of the sudden, the temperature in the room dropped, almost as if to mirror my waking. Now this was summer, and I could see my breath as I exhaled. Then, as I walked downstairs to the restroom, in the dark, I heard a baby crying. No babies lived there. My friend had told me about this before and this is when I started to wonder if the stories were true. It stopped about the time I reached the bathroom, which was actually the small room leading to the outside. When I was done, I casually glanced out the window. There was the cemetary and in front of it was where the old servants building was-the one that supposidly burned down and the servant died in the fire, during the Civil War. What I saw next shocked me. Standing there was an African American male, looking right into my eyes. He was dressed in old ragged clothes, really old clothes. Clothes that were at least 140 years out of date. I had my shoes on already because the lowest floor of the house had a stone floor, which was chilly even in the summer. I was curious and ran outside. The man was gone. The bathroom was more of a half-bath and just had a toilet and a sink. It also was the laundry room and had a door leading to the outside. It took me no more than 2 seconds to run out the door and to the spot where I saw the man. I returned to my room, but could not sleep. It was still cold, but as I sat on the bed, it suddenly became much warmer. The next day I told my friend and his grandmother. His grandmother told me she had gotten used to the noises and slept through them. My friend told me he was awaken by the baby cries as well and saw what I saw through his window. This is a true story, but believe what you will.

Darth Groovy
07-31-2003, 03:45 PM
BoL_Stryke, that is extremely interesting. I should not do this, but I invite you to participate in the paranormal forums at themanipulation.com.

Here is a link:
http://www.themanipulation.com/forum/index.php?c=7&sid=3ae07c8c1c59c62664a2e6407a1938eb

It has not really caught on, because I created the section only yesterday.



Curious, have you been back to the house recently? Or even back there at all?

Darth Stryke
07-31-2003, 03:54 PM
I have not been back to the house at all actually. I was at the house in 2000. My friend moved away in 2001 and I have only seen him maybe 5 times since this happened. Eventually, we will go back, but we haven't exactly had good luck with our visits. Last time I saw him it was at a friend's funeral who committed suicide. Not exactly a time when one considers talking about going back there. On a side note, that is really the only supernatural experience I have had other than a UFO once, but I have since found a reasonable explanation for that, so it wasn't aliens. :D

Darth Groovy
07-31-2003, 04:03 PM
We may have to pay that house a visit someday. Strange that these things normally happen at night.

Darth Stryke
07-31-2003, 04:14 PM
Funny you should say that. The second night I was there, nothing happened. All through the day, nothing happened. According to their story, they have heard the baby crying and seen things during the day as well, but it is just less common. On a side note-not only at night-time, but also, why do most of these things involve corn fields, farms, or hospitals? Regardless, I will not go into a cornfield at night without my sword or a REALLY big pointy stick with me. Cornfields just aren't cool at night. During the day, I don't even like them.

Wanderer
07-31-2003, 08:10 PM
Well guys, believe it or not, but in my high spiritual times (no drugs or something else) I saw a light being flashing up to my wife's and mine bed....it was right above the bed and I felt touched of the energy of the being...this was real I'm not joking nor I'm mad or anything else.....more I won't tell even if I could....

Redwing
08-01-2003, 02:24 AM
Originally posted by pbguy1211
So? Why can't you be Christian and believe in any of that?

I don't see why not. I don't know whether I believe in any of that, but I'm open to the possibility.

There are more things on heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Rogue15
08-01-2003, 02:26 AM
Originally posted by Wanderer
Well guys, believe it or not, but in my high spiritual times (no drugs or something else) I saw a light being flashing up to my wife's and mine bed....it was right above the bed and I felt touched of the energy of the being...this was real I'm not joking nor I'm mad or anything else.....more I won't tell even if I could....

flashlight? or helicopter spotlight? ;]

I've not sure if I've ever had a ghostly experience...this one time I was sleeping, and I'm not sure if it was a dream, but there was like a dark energy around me, and i couldn't escape-i seemed to know i was dreaming and it seemed as if i was screaming as loud as i could, trying to wake myself up...I woke up in a cold sweat, with my heart beating really fast. it felt as if i was trapped. I've never felt that way before, and from what I've read, I believe it was a demonic spirit, tormenting me.

do i believe in ghosts? sorta. i consider the ones that bring inescapable fear to be demons.

=(BoD)= M.D.B.
08-09-2003, 08:48 AM
This is a thing that happened when I was 8 and scared me in my whole life: I live near the sea and I use to go down to a beach that only I know about. It was very cloudy and dark but it was on the middle of the day. It's an island a little bit out in the sea and I use to swim out there. A person in a old cloak sit an is fishing (it is absolutely no fish there. I hear a sound back me turn around, nothing there. When I turn back again the fisher is gone. I didnt understand anything! A friend stands in the shore and is looking for me. I tell him to swim out to the island and he comes. He's help me to search the island and I find a small cave i've never seen before and in there it lays an old cloak but nothing more. It has been mystical things on that island before like pink flashes in the dark. When I was 10 I and my friend decided to sleep over on that island again. It begun to thunder and on a stone in the water I saw the fisher again! He was gone after about one second. My friend saw him too. We had hided the cloak in the basement of my friend's house, but when we looked after it there it was gone! I think this is pretty scary and I never go to the sea when it's dark anymore.

Datheus
08-09-2003, 10:57 AM
I really don't have any stories to share. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The best I have is I just get these gut feelings. Thought I'm pretty sure everyone must. I probably look insane to anyone watching me cause I appear pretty paranoid. I tend to look over my shoulder a lot. Even happens when I'm just sitting in my room. I get the worst feeling that something is standing behind me. You know how when you just almost *know* someone is looking at you when you're at school or work? And you look up and someone is? I get that a lot, except like I said, it's in my room and stuff...

That and I've had a few weak "shadow men" sightnings... Nothing much to speak of. (Do a Google search for shadow men if you don't know what those are... there are some interesting theories.) Never anything concrete, but plenty to make me jump and turn my head because I swore I saw someone.

Aliens scare the **** out of me. I've never seen a UFO (to the best of my knowledge) or an "alien"... They exsist, I just don't know if they've actually been to Earth. We'll find out someonday.

Now... I don't remember who gave the big long scientific explanation that was mostly a stab in the dark... But that's basically my stance on the whole thing. There's nothing "paranormal"... just more scientific than we've discovered.
There are theories that there are multiple parrallel universes, each one spanning a certain point in time. This could make time travel SEEM effective when all you're really doing is jumping lanes into a different universe in a different point in time. So if one of these "wormholes" or interdemensional rifts tore open, you could theorize you may get a glipse into the past or into the future. That might explain a lot of the ghosts we seem. Groovy's story in particular... Ah to know the secrets of the universe...

God I wish I hadn't read this thread

*looks over sholder*