"A Sense of Evil"

[ryker1]

Fear, not from 2 legs but from 4 legs—Grizzly.

We were from the farmland of Missouri and the Ozarks of Arkansas. Because of our jobs, Penny and I were living in the foot hills of the Washington Cascades. We had at the time a black and brown lab that we would take to the rivers to swim, or into the back country for a long hike, and a swim in one of the lakes up in the higher levels. This would always be exciting to the labs: the fresh air, a cold swim, a day of pure joy and fun.

We had a special place we’d go into at the start of the upper foot hills. We would drive and park on this deserted logging road, and hike in from there. It would go by water falls, streams, marsh lands and the dogs would be running all over. And we knew going in and up, that there was 1 way in and 1 way out. We had been there with the dogs so many times before, and this time would be the first time I was really afraid for us, that something might have happened. Possibly to all of us. I can honestly say that I’m not ashamed to say, that I was honestly scared to death as the saying goes.

On the way back out, later in the day, on a flat part of the logging road, there was high thick overgrown brush on both sides. Penny and I were talking to each other and out of the corner of my eye I saw both labs, about 15 feet in front of us, do a complete freeze. I looked up straight down the road, to about 30-40 yards down the road; a grizzly was emerging from the high brush. For this part of the story I will say she, as I will later explain. She came into the middle of the road, saw us, she herself froze, and while having her side to us, turned her head to stare a hole through us. It was the most intense, live and angry, that close to her, stare I have ever seen. Not one muscle was moving on her, while she eyeballed us. We had whispered to the labs to come back to us, and somehow got them back to us, and clipped there leads on. I told Penny, hold Brandy (our female lab) out away from your side a little, and I took CJ’s (the male) lead, and moved him out from my side. I wanted her to see all four of us as one big unit. Except, she wasn’t moving at all. Just staying ultra still and staring at us. I looked down at CJ, 80 lbs. of lab at my feet, I looked down the road at her, saw this mass of muscle in her shoulder, the size of her head, the size of her massive body, and my mind was racing. I knew there’s 6 or 700 lbs of grizzly down there, still staring a hole through us, not moving at all. Our car is on the logging road, on the other side of that bear and that’s the only way we can get to the car.

I was just getting ready, after what seemed like minutes, getting ready to tell Penny, let’s just back off, let’s see if she leaves, and see if we can get by her. I didn’t even get the words out, when with her head still turned looking at us, she completely backed back into the high brush, and we could not see her anymore. Great, just great, we have to go down there, by that spot where the grizzly was, to get to the car. There is no other way to do it. We timed it. We waited 30 minutes, staying quiet as we could and not moving. We kept the dogs on a lead, and proceeded by the spot where she came out. I took a .357 out, (don’t laugh), that’s all I had, and had it in my hand, ready. I told Penny, if necessary and I have to use it, I stay, you go as fast as you can for the car. She, the grizzly, wasn’t there. But we could see as we walked by, a big area where she had been.

On the way back home, we stopped by this little backwoods country store down off the logging road. I had been in there many times, while taking the dogs out there, and got to know an older retired Washington State Trooper who had bought the store, and now ran it. I loved talking to him, listening to him, and stories of all kinds. I told him what had just happened. He said you probably came upon a sow with a couple of cubs that you couldn’t see, back in the brush. The reason for the long stare, he said, was probably to access whether this was a possible stand and fight, to protect he cubs, or upon seeing the 4 of you, better to just leave and take the cubs away from possible harm.

True story. I was 33. I was afraid for me, for Penny and for our dogs. I admit it. Our dogs behaved perfect! They didn’t move a muscle, they didn’t bark, they stayed perfectly still and they probably helped save us by their presence as I’m sure the bear smelled and saw them.

 

[BigBill]

After bringing a load of firewood up to my camp for this years hunting season about 6 pm I’m cooking my famous cheeseburgers and we sat down to eat something let out a blood curling scream like something being skinned alive. The hair on my neck stood up. Like I said before it follows me hiking in and out.

Now during hunting season it happened again. I was out using the privy with my 1911/45acp. Same super loud scream. I always pack a gun to the privy. Once coyotes surrounded my brother in the privy scratching at the door. I came out to see what was going on they took off.

After many unexplained encounters I contacted the BFRO bigfoot researchers. Up above my camp they found two bf beds.

Nothing on this planet scares me. I may get rattled but survival mode kicks in. My neighbors are afraid to come to my camp at night. We’re pretty much protected.

Now we rode off road with my son. We rode the mass pipeline and forest. There’s an area we fly through. I got a really bad gut feeling there it’s in the pines. We had to stop there once to move a blown down tree, we hurried to get out of there. Something bad or evil is there.

They talk about shapeshifters, going into different dimensions and what ever. If there in our dimension and bothering me their toast. I’ve had other weird stuff happen to me I’m a magnet for this stuff.

 

[CajunBass]

When I was very young, I was bowhunting in a state forest and had come upon a place where obviously there had been a farm at one time. The foundation stones were still in place, there were bits and pieces of household items scattered in the leaves, and if you looked for them, you could see where a gardens rows had been plowed up, even under the leaves. I leaned against a tree, jut wondering what kind of stories there were to tell.

It was about dusty dark, the light in the woods was starting to fail as the sun started to set. Then suddenly behind me something snorted. Then snorted again...then started moving around me huffing and puffing like a steam engine. MY hair was standing straight up as I knocked an arrow.

Then, through a clearing in the underbrush, I saw a doe deer run buy, just huffing and puffing. I had heard of deer snorting, but had never actually HEARD it myself. I didn't quite pee on myself, but I'm sure I came pretty close.

 

[mtgianni]

I spent my life from age 15 to age 50 doing mostly service work in peoples homes and businesses. Obviously I saw some weird, evil, funny and uplifting things. I am outgoing by nature and visit with most but sometimes you just get a sense to remain quiet and on guard.

I was in a mobile home with an average looking woman with a very strange message on the answering machine when I called to see if they were home. As I was lighting the furnace of what was a standard arrangement 3 bedroom trailer, I glanced down the hall and saw that 2 bedrooms were now one with a very stout looking framed bed, painted candy apple red with handcuffs on all corners.

Another average non-descript woman told me the furnace was in the basement. It was next to the copper kettle and the goat head pentagram on the concrete floor. No problems physically from either of those but on a couple of occasions I got the impression to not put my largest screwdriver back in the tool bag but to hold it in my hand next to the handle of the bag.

I visited with a man on a paperwork item about relocating a gas line and kept my distance as much as possible. I later found out he was high ranking in a motorcycle gang. He wore a 6" or so fillet knife on a sheath parallel to his belt, with the handle near his buckle. Not real visible unless you were tuned into it.
I had many impressions of how to get to a certain place, especially when working weekends, 3-11 shift or 3 am call outs. Sometimes it was to help someone out of a jam, sometimes it was to avoid something I later read about and sometimes I never found out why. I saved 3 people from CO poisoning when something said to check things out a little longer. I had a few calls that a voice said " finish and get out, don't turn your back on them". I also had a few that I worked way harder than I should have to fix a problem, encourage someone personally and just be nice.

I had a very slow shift one July night and basically went over an old gas range from the late 30's early 40's to make it safe and functional. The young lady was very down on life at the time and as I visited with her on the range 's functions and abilities I could see her brighten with an attitude of "gee somebody is understanding me". She was a really beautiful young woman if you could get past the faint parallel scars on her wrists. She later approached my wife and I at a grocery store and thanked me again. As with most, I remembered her stove better than her but recognized her once she mentioned it.

In short I believe listening to our senses can be both uplifting as well as fearful.

 

[since 61]

Oh yes, and I've seen it.

I remember one quiet, beautiful, summer, Sunday morning. While my family and friends were headed to church I responded to a shots fired call and found a woman lying next to her car, eyes wide open, unblinking staring into the sky. Stacked up with a couple depuites and cleared the residence. Found a man inside with a self inflicted gunshot wound to the lower abdomen.

Boyfriend had blasted her with a 12ga, OO buck at about 10 yards when she got out of her car, center mass. He went inside called her mother, told her what he'd done and killed himself. Struck me as odd that somene would gut shoot themself as a means of suicide...

If that ain't evil I dont know what is. The devil is at work in this world friends, I firmly believe that.


As far as the "funny feelings", etc. I call that my spidy-sense. My fiance laughs when I call it that, but its real, that sixth sense we get that tell us something just isn't right. It's not something to be ingnored either. If you can vacate the area. If not, take a deep breath and proceed forward with caution.

Very interesting topic. I too have seen people with those blank hollow eyes.

I read somewhere that the greatest miracle that the devil ever did was convincing the world he didn't exist.

 

[mtgianni]

I remembered a few more. In 70 I was working as an apprentice plumber in a small shop. We did a job of combination heating & plumbing rebuild in a small rental house South of Grace Idaho, outside Niter. We were there 4 or 5 days, me or me and another worker.The lady, will call her Doris, talked nonstop unless the tools were running. She was older than him and was the type to do absolutely anything he said. The man, David, worked at one of the chemical plants N of Soda Springs, or maybe one of the mines. He was obviously weird, maybe I was too young to recognize evil when I saw it. He asked about guns a few times but went quiet when we started talking about winning trophies shooting on the Search and rescue team.
I forgot all about them until they tried to blow up the Cokeville Wyoming school a few years later. The Cokeville Miracle - Wikipedia.
This refers to both the movie, and a book by the outdoor writer Hart Wixom whio lived in the area. I believe CBS made an earlier TV movie.

I was camping with a bunch of friends once when we hiked into a small glade and started to set up camp. At age 14 I was one of the younger ones but there were 7 or 8 of us. We had a circle of Quaking Aspens and a 50 foot cleared space in the center, an almost perfect spot. We were within a couple of miles of a highway but could hear no traffic. As dusk started it seemed to me that the Quakies were coming in closer. It was odd, eerie and out of place. I didn't say anything as I didn't want to appear a wimp. No more than 5 minutes later the oldest said "This place gives me the creeps. lets get out of here". We broke camp and were gone in 7 or 8 minutes. No idea what had happened there or what might have.

I don't think I am different than most but have felt the feeling to move at certain times and did so. Once or twice nothing happened that I saw. I did have a pigeon egg splatter where I was right after moving out of the shade of a three story hotel wall. I think many people develop what are called street smarts and woods smarts. I hope that they never loose them.

 

[THE PILGRIM]

I don’t usually get any unexplained feelings or sensations.
But - a few years ago I owned some land near the village of Torreón, about 30 miles SE of here.
Several folks asked me if I had checked out the REPO Berm Earthship House nearby.
I finally drove down there. And it gave me the strangest feeling!
Not exactly fear, more like apprehension.
And a strong urge to leave!
So I did.
I ever heard that any terrible thing ever happened there.
Just a deserted remote house.

 

[Chubbo]

?????

After spending an hour or so, listing a few memorable occasions, and listing them on this thread, I clicked on post, and, POOF, all my work disappeared. all that work down the drain. Any significance to that?

Chubbo

 

[Ugly Hombre]

My old pard rebel Joe was a interesting old school GI, a good guy and mentor to a young U/H. He had lived in about 4 countries, had a collection of ancient Thai Buddha amulets, and corresponded with a African witch doctor. Back in the day there were many GI's who had strange hobbies- funny and eccentric cats who had unusual adventures.
Joe ran into a real fortune teller at a small carnival he said she gave him the hebejebe's by her looks, not ugly but rather fox like Sophia Lauren looking- but muy sinister. Joe was having big trouble with two supervisors at his job they were riding him trying to force him out, Joe was a good worker but they had it in for him. A rebel he spoke the truth and you know in some outfits that makes you the goat. He asked the lady
"What am I going to do they are driving me nuts"
"You don't have to worry about if in less than a year it will be resolved" she replied.
She was right in less than a year both were dead one in a car wreck and another through a medical mishap.

 

[ditrina]

Return of the ZOMBIE thread....

 

[Karnivore]

Well it's been 10 years. Ten years I say, since I started this thread. So many great stories have been told and so many members have expressed their enjoyment in reading they're stories.

Would love to hear some more stories about "A Sense of Evil"

Thanks, Carnivore

 

[Ugly Hombre]

Zombie lore for the zombie thread...

I was at Clark in American year 200, late Oct. in my cavern like barracks room with the plexiglass porthole, darn cool hide out, listening to Bob Marley getting ready to drive my Honda 350 down to Fields Ave. and have some San Mig’s.

A knock on the door, open it, two black guys in the hall Jomo from Jamacia and Pierre from Haiti.

“Man, we heard the music” Pierre worked in the same clinic, “come in have a brew.” We started talking scuttle butt and cheeze mo goings on in the shop. Mag beer muna tayo! one more for the road.

Somehow we started talking Halloween stuff, the year before some of us went down town in scary out fits to drink and almost got shot, Halloween did not happen in the PI in those days. Pinoy don’t play that- at least not then.

Started talking a bout Zombies Pierre being from Haiti figured he would know.

“Man you have no idea Zombie is real you can’t know leaving in the states all your life and you don’t want to know about it. And that’s not all the Loup Garou, the je-rouges is real to”

I did a J.B., “C’mon man…

“I told you, I told you (deleted!)-don’t tell me- I seen it and I seen what they CAN DO, I have seen the people they have taken, you are naive, do you think your eyes will lie to you when YOU SEE IT!”

“Ok ok Pierre man, I believe you, no offense, hey its late curfew will be here fast, lets go- we will take the base bus get something to eat and come back” It was eerie the man was dead serious...Scare!.

I was lying, did not believe him stupid, being foolish I told some other people who told me about haunts in the P.I. ” bullhoot, I believe in bullets.”

Later, when I got more miles on me, I learned better- like I said- stupid.

Pierre ran off with my Bob Marley records later- but he paid me back.