This happened to my sister and her friend. We live in a place called
Airport Addition which is at the edge of town by a small airport, the
airport has a fence around it. So to walk into town we have to walk
around the airport fence on a paved path that isn't yet lit by street
lights, the path crosses the highway from there to town the path is lit
by street lights. Anyway it was about 10:30 at night when my sister and
Felicia walked another girl Allie half way home. They stopped at a
store
and bought a pop and said bye to Allie and they started walking back to
Airport. Before they crossed the highway something hit the stop sign
they said it sounded like someone slapped it with the flat of their
hand, the sign vibrated for awhile. They made a joke that maybe a bug
hit the sign, a big one, and laughed around. When they crossed the
highway my sister heard whistling inside the airport fence she asked
Felicia if she heard that but she didn't. While walking further on the
unlit path my sister said she started feeling uncomfortable. Along the
path there are more fences one around a small building and another
around a lagoon, all the fences are high and have bob wire on the top.
Then they heard a "BOOM BOOM BOOM" someone pounded on the small
building
they thought one of their friends were messing around, but no one was
around. They stopped and stared at the building and then took off
running our dog "Smokey" was with them and he was running ahead of
them.
My sister said while running she could feel some one stepping on the
back of her shoes. They made it to the end of the path and were
standing
on a lit street. They were really shook up they had trouble talking, my
sister said she had the weirdest feeling ever. Just then someone
clapped
three times right behind them. They ran the rest of the way to our
house. She said what was really eerie was no dogs were barking, there
are a lot of dogs on our street, and it was totally quiet. I was
sleeping when they came home but they scared my mom and dad by the look
on their faces, and all they could say was "some thing chased us."
There are other things that happen to people on the path.
From: "Jodi Pearson"
Fri, 27 Oct 2000 19:56:59 -0600
my house is a little scary to my freinds and to me clete i am 11 and i had seen and heard scary things in my house one time i stayed up
with my dad and until abouut 11 45 and right when i got to bed and got and got comterble and i heard my peaces for my three games
were shifting from side to side. one time on my birthday we sleeped downsairs and me and nathen and james were going to scare them
with a mask we borrowed and only nathen would pop out and scare them but right after nathen found two to pencils and started hiting a
box pretending it was drums we all laughft but then we herd a sound of a stick hiting something i cant explain it was a thing that
vibrated and made a higher pitch soud then we started to hear bells
> --- christina warfield
> wrote:
> > From: "christina warfield"
> >
> > To:
> > Subject: Carl Jung said......
> > Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2001 04:10:26 -0600
> >
> > This happened 31 years ago .
> > On a dark, lonely road.
> > I was driving home from some summer class at
> > Highland Jr. college. The old car was a
> > "rolly-polly"1954 Chevy 4-door, a comfortable
> > friendly cartoon-character of a car.
> > It was probably no later than 11pm.
> > I was entering Mount Carroll on the Elizabeth
> > blacktop. There are a series of ninety degree
> > curves, one after the other, five in all before
> > the road gets straight to stay that way for the
> > last 1/4 mile before the stop sign at route 78.
> > I had been fighting "sleep" on the drive home,
> > but now I was wide awake and starting into the
> > first curve at a leisurely 10M.P.H., my head
> > lights were both on and working normally.
> > I steered into the second corner uneventfully
> > and proceded to the third one that turned right
> > again( now there are numerous houses
> > constructed in this area, there was just one
> > old , small barn on the outside of the curve
> > back then)To this point of this incident,
> > everything is as "normal" as it sounds as I now
> > write this, then....as the car starts into the
> > corner, a "thing" runs into the road in front
> > of my car.
> > There is a pole with a streetlight on the
> > inside of the bend, the light is bright and is
> > shinning straight down, flooding the corner in
> > a wide bath of incandescant light. My head
> > lights are shinning straight ahead, there is a
> > lot of light here.
> > Though thoroughly amazed at the "thing" that I
> > saw , I did not apply the brakes,nor hit the
> > gas, I just "steered" and watched in
> > disbelief.The car kept rolling , the "thing
> > kept"running" ahead of my car at a steady rate,
> > maintaining the first established distance
> > between us.The car ran out from under the
> > light from the streetlight so then the "thing "
> > was only being illuminated by the two
> > headlights, it looked the same, only as normal,
> > more obscured by the dark. I continued on down
> > the road, so did "it "for about70 to 85 ft.,
> > then it "ran" off of the road to the south(it
> > had entered the road from the north)and
> > proceeded to vanish into the night, into an
> > area inhabited by only one , lonely,
> > legally-blind 85 yr. old man who had been
> > vision-impared his entire life. He had built
> > his own little concrete block house that he
> > lived in all by himself, later , when I am
> > trying to figure this whole thing out, to have
> > it make some kind of "sense" on at least some
> > level, I compare this little house and its
> > occupant to the blind woodcutter in the old
> > "Frankenstein" story.
> > I continued my short drive to my home(my
> > parents house), I got out of the car and just
> > stood there in the warm, summer night,
> > listening and waiting for that "thing " to
> > catch-up with me , it wouldnt take it that long
> > , going cross-country. I waited and then waited
> > some more. No one was driving around, no
> > human-generated sounds were in the air that
> > moment, that night. Then I started thinking. If
> > I tell ANYBODY about what I saw , they will put
> > me away! Think that Im on drugs,..Whatever(let
> > me take this time to say that I have NEVER done
> > drugs or alcohol )
> > I just HAVE to tell, SOMEBODY!, but what if I
> > tell the "wrong" somebody!" This "thing", this
> > "creature" was so incredibly strange, that it s
> > strangeness got me wildly thinking that
> > "anything" might be possible now, who knows?
> > maybe it could do some sort of
> > projection-hypnosis and make itself therein
> > seem to be someone else, someone ,"normal", a
> > friend? relative? the policeman on duty
> > tonight? And then as I tattle on it, it listens
> > then rips my body into flank steak and sucks my
> > "broth" out of mid-air before it even hits the
> > pavement!! I have become , in these last few
> > minutes, a believer in the impossible ,
> > possibilitys .I was "high" with fear and the
> > eager anticipation of "discovery", I waited
> > more. nothing appeared, nothing at all, I
> > finally went inside.
> > The next day I came up with a radical plan of
> > action, I would tell everybody and anybody who
> > might listen about what I had experienced ,
> > safety in numbers!?? The "World" must know! And
> > not only that, I must know if anybody else has
> > ever seen one of these things, and the only
> > chance that I have of finding out is to ask ,
> > and ask alot of oeople! So I did.
> > My Highland teacher , Mr. Zipsee, suggested it
> > was an "archtypal image"(Carl Jung said this)of
> > some prehistoric "terror" that I genetically
> > inherited from my caveman ancestors, only thing
> > wrong with this explanation is ,is that "I" was
> > there and "I" saw it , and it was very, very,
> > REAL!
> > Now its time for the description: It was about
> > 3 ft. high. It was about 4 1/2 ft long.It was
> > about 2ft wide, in other words, about the
> > dimensions of a footstool or coffee table, I
> > guess.
> > It seemed to wrapped or covered with black ,
> > semi-gloss leather, every inch was covered this
> > way.
> > It showed no head.
> > It showed no openings, mouth,eyes, anal,
> > sexual. nothing.
> > It had no discernable hair or scales or
> > separate "attachments" of any kind.
> > Its main body was shaped like an airplane wing,
> > tear-dropped from a side view, though uniformly
> > the same from either front or back with a
> > pointed edge along its lentgh where the upper
> > and lower halfs met, there were definate ribs
> > in this "wing" shape, equally spaced and
> > stressed with the black leather-like covering
> > dipping between the "ribs ever so slightly.
> > It had six legs.
> > They were tapered tenacles, 5?inches in
> > diameter at the body, reducing down to fine
> > tips at their termination point just 3 ft away
> > .
> > Their attachment points were at each of the
> > four "corners" of the "wing", with the
> > remaining two in the center of the space along
> > the front and "back"edges of the "wing"
> > MOVEMENT: All of the "tenacles" were in
> > constant motion. Whipping , reeling, reaching
> > out for traction, propelling itself forward in
> > a co-ordinated concert of rhythmic movement. It
> > was impressive to see.
> > People that I would tell about this("TO HELL
> > withwhat anybody thinks of me, Im telling!),
> > especially those that know me, somewhat, would
> > try to "diminish" what I had to say by saying,
> > " Well, everybody knows that youre very
> > "creative!", Guess what? I know where "my"
> > creativity begins and ends, if this were my
> > critter , Im sorry to say, Im not "creative"
> > enough to think up the idea to have it run the
> > way that it did, Im "normal" enough that this
> > beasty"would have been running with three legs
> > on a side, narrow edge leadong with a narrow
> > end following, but guess what? This creature
> > ran with three legs leading, with three legs
> > following, my brain tells me that this factor
> > alone was something that I could not have
> > thought of in the proverbial million years, my
> > "creative" brain tells me that none of what I
> > saw on that road that night was developed
> > "in-house", so to speak.
> > I have yet to find any co-witnesses.
> > I have yet to find any explanations.
> > Maybe someone reading this, in this public
> > forum will have something to say to enlighten
> > us all, that would be nice.
> > Jim Warfield--hauntedravensgrin.com---
From: Sandra L Weierman
I should start with the history of the house. We're told that it was
first built in 1945.
It started as a servant's quarters to the large house near by. Then it
was sold and added on twice.
One evening about six months after we moved in our new house I was
sitting at the kitchen table, and was approached by a male ghost. He
just
stood there. He didn't talk, or move just stood there. My cat's back
arched and her fur went on end. Her eyes wide, and she stood with her
side facing me. She didn't hiss. She just did this and didn't move much
just tired to get a better look past me. After a few moments of him
standing there I asked him what happened to you. He didn't talk I just
got a vision in my mind of a man walking outside at night and three men
walking up to him. Then two of them grabbed him by his arms and the
third
pulled a knife and stabbed him in the chest. That's all I saw.
After that day he would just walk up and stand by me not saying
anything. Then the sounds started. Doors that were dead bolted would be
heard to slam, and windows locked slam. The strangest one was when I
went
to the store my husband thought I had come home early. He heard someone
open the door and walk in. No one was there when he checked and told me
about it when I came home.
The house was quiet for a while then as I was watching TV in the first
part of the house, when I felt that I was being watched by a very angry
man. I looked but no one was there. I then felt him enter the bedroom
he
was standing by. I got up and when I put my hand on the door frame
where
he had touched it felt slightly warm. I went into the unused bedroom
and
felt like dropping to my knees and cry my heart out. The feeling was
centered on a dark stain on the hardwood floor. I left the room and
went
on line and e-mail a friend. The feeling changed to me being in danger.
This feeling started to go away as if someone was lifting a heavy
blanket
from me, and I felt two other presences near me. My Grand mother, and
older sister. They protected me from him. They had both dies a few
years
earlier.
Since then the house has been mostly quiet..
Sandra Weierman
Joliet IL
From Safcat@aol.com
Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 21:47:59 EST
Subject: scared
I was walking real late one night. I always walk past my city cemetery but
usally i go during the day. something told me i should go in and look around,
so i went. i was in the very back of the cemetery when all of a sudden i see
my breath. in the middle of July. then i felt a hand touch me, i quickly
turned around to find nothing there. so i think to myself, my mind is getting
carried away. so i go on then something stranger happens on a tombstone there
was a little mirror and in that mirror i saw a metallic object. i turn around
and i see a knife nicely placed on the tombstone behind me. but it wasn't
there before and how could a mirror catch that. so i ran and have not
returned yet.
-hannah
From: "a_marie"
Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 23:32:33 -0600
This is the house. It's in a development that is only 40 years old. My parents lived there for 25. My
mom (Laura)committed suicide there 2 years ago, and my dad (Frank Wojciak)died there of cancer
last March. He was I think 73. He was ready and wanted to die. Decided not to treat his cancer.
The ghost (my dad) knocks on the bedroom doors at night and the little girl sees him, but is not
afraid. No contact though.
Thanks Jamie,
annmarie
Jamie,
Well, the ghost was, 'a woman that passed at the nursing home where the new owner works. She
came home with her the night she passed. Supposedly, the woman had Alzheimer;s and was
confused when she passed. She's gone from the house now."
Is that true? Who knows. That's what happened.
From: Denise Feindel
Subject: RE: Ghost
No, please go ahead. I also have another quick
story to share if you have
the time. My older sister was engaged to marry a
fellow named Ricky who
lived at home with his parents and brother. He
had very old fashioned
parents who used to 'lay out' decesead relatives
in the front dining room as
they did in olden times. Anyway, Ricky lost
count of how many 'bodies' were
displayed in their front room but reckons it was
in the 100's. One night,
he was asleep in bed and was awakened by a
moaning sound. As his eyes
adjusted to the dark, he saw a transparent figure
at the foot of his bed
staring down at him and moaning. It then hovered
up to the ceiling and
floated directly over his head so it could look
down into his face. Then if
slowly started to descend toward him. It never
had a chance to reach him
because he was out of the bed so fast, you
couldn't see him for dust! He
ended up over my house that night banging on the
door at 2am as white as a
ghost (no pun intended). He begged my father to
let him live there and he
never went back to that house. Even after he was
married to my sister, if
his parents wanted to see him, they had to go to
his house. Personally, I
won't go in the house because it's filled with an
ungodly presense of some
kind. You can feel it as soon as you walk in the
front door. That was the
one and only time I ever went in his house.
Denise
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