"A Sense of Evil"
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venomballistics
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Or have black eyes. That's not natural. He had to do that!
actually after doing some research, its not unnatural its just very uncommon. Its a trait that seems to pop up from time to time in Hispanics. At least that was the case for all examples I could find on the net.
The eyes aren't actually black, but a very very dark brown in these cases. Not to say it isn't creepy as all get out.
jlrhiner
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Believe it or not, I actually saw (on the Internet, so it must be true) an idiot that had his eye tattoo'd!!?!!
And I too only saw Latinos with the dark eyes. I could find no Caucasians. It could also be contacts. I found a bunch of weird ones of those!
imashooter2
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I was in a department store in the early 1980's. I was standing alone in an aisle perusing auto parts when I heard a calm, quiet, male voice (not in my head, not a shout I could have heard from a distance). It said "Watch out Dale. Dale watch out." I looked left and right and was alone. I immediately ran to the end of the aisle and looked into the aisles on either side. No one. I went and found my wife and we got the hell out of there. The wife said I was white as a ghost when I found her. Frankly, I was shook up for a little while.
Birdbrain
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I honestly believe that a lot of this comes from folks that spend time alone, or out in nature (hunting, hiking etc). I think that for what ever reason it heightens our senses up. I become extremely aware whenever I am hunting and probably for 12 hours after I get home as well.
But probably the most, hair raising, 'dont do it' feeling was about a year and and a half ago. I Work and have night classes, so not much free time. In the effort to fix a failing relationship I was in, (story for another time there!) I told my instructors I wont be in thur-fri-monday and took the three days off work. We had plans to meet up with a good friend of mine in Lynden in the morning, and afterwards drive out to this cabin we rented in BFE eastern Washington. Sounded awesome, and romantic at the same time, right? Well she was over wednesday night and we woke up early on thursday to head up to my buddies. The second I opened my eyes my spine went cold, my hair all over my arms and neck raised up and when I looked out at my truck this thought was just that 'we have to leave later, we cannot leave when we are ready'. We got ready, loaded my truck up and she hopped in, but instead of us leaving, I decided we should go make breakfast at the house. We made this huge breakfast, my folks had some, and it took us about 45 minutes to finish and leave. On the way up, we got stopped by a huge pileup. A few folks had died. When I found out what time the accident happened, I realized that if we had left when we wanted to, we would have been in that accident, or damn near close to it.
Sorry for the novel!
-Matt
But probably the most, hair raising, 'dont do it' feeling was about a year and and a half ago. I Work and have night classes, so not much free time. In the effort to fix a failing relationship I was in, (story for another time there!) I told my instructors I wont be in thur-fri-monday and took the three days off work. We had plans to meet up with a good friend of mine in Lynden in the morning, and afterwards drive out to this cabin we rented in BFE eastern Washington. Sounded awesome, and romantic at the same time, right? Well she was over wednesday night and we woke up early on thursday to head up to my buddies. The second I opened my eyes my spine went cold, my hair all over my arms and neck raised up and when I looked out at my truck this thought was just that 'we have to leave later, we cannot leave when we are ready'. We got ready, loaded my truck up and she hopped in, but instead of us leaving, I decided we should go make breakfast at the house. We made this huge breakfast, my folks had some, and it took us about 45 minutes to finish and leave. On the way up, we got stopped by a huge pileup. A few folks had died. When I found out what time the accident happened, I realized that if we had left when we wanted to, we would have been in that accident, or damn near close to it.
Sorry for the novel!
-Matt
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Been almost a year since the last post, been almost two years since the first.
It's time to resurrect the thread and hope that we have some new stories to be shared.
Thanks to all previous input. It has been very interesting read.
It's time to resurrect the thread and hope that we have some new stories to be shared.
Thanks to all previous input. It has been very interesting read.
LVSteve
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I come over all shivery when zombie threads suddenly come back to life. Silver bullets just ain't what they used to be.
I don't get feelings of dread or worry but I do sometimes get a feeling of distrust for certain people. On a few occasions it has been for people everyone else seems to like an respect. My wife when younger said I was jealous or being obstinate. But one assistant pastor always seemed to have way to much time on his hands, exercised way too much and seemed to hug the young ladies and joke around a great deal. His knowledge of the bible seemed a bit rudimentary, but he was the jock pastor.
Anyway fast forward 6 years and it turns out he preaches a sermon where he admits he has been fighting an issue with pornography and is struggling with the temptation all his life.
Fast forward another year or two and now he works with an all male athletic ministry which and our church is a primary fund raiser for him and he is the highest missionary expense we have...
I firmly believe to this he was a womanizer, probably and teen molester.
BUT there is no evidence and it's just my opinion. I have encountered other people I took a strong dislike or distrust to and couldn't figure out why. In a few cases they turned out to be just bad people.
Anyway fast forward 6 years and it turns out he preaches a sermon where he admits he has been fighting an issue with pornography and is struggling with the temptation all his life.
Fast forward another year or two and now he works with an all male athletic ministry which and our church is a primary fund raiser for him and he is the highest missionary expense we have...
I firmly believe to this he was a womanizer, probably and teen molester.
BUT there is no evidence and it's just my opinion. I have encountered other people I took a strong dislike or distrust to and couldn't figure out why. In a few cases they turned out to be just bad people.
I've had a few episodes.....
I've had episodes of heightened sensitivity, nothing looks like it did before, sometimes beautiful, sometimes foreboding.
Sometimes it feels like electricity in the air, kinda like my hair bristles and it smells like ozone, especially if trouble is brewing among a crowd of people but hasn't erupted yet. (read bar fight). I believe that we have instincts left over from our caveman days but we don't usually recognize them because we have repressed them so much for so long.
Sometimes I think my endorphins kick in. Before we were married I was driving up to visit my wife, and I may have just been glad to be going to see her. It was late afternoon and I saw a splash of sunlight in a green field with trees behind it. It struck me as one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen and I still remember that moment. It was like that for just a moment all was right with the world. I didn't (don't) even use drugs.
Oh, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the lady in our church that could tell when people were going to die. It was uncanny. In a conversation with her daughter one time she said, "Do NOT let my Mama put that eye on you!" There would be conversation about people in the church in general and a person would come up and she would say, "Well, she's not going to be around too long." or something to that effect. I never knew her to be wrong. We had an older congregation so she had plenty of people to put the 'eye' on.
I've had episodes of heightened sensitivity, nothing looks like it did before, sometimes beautiful, sometimes foreboding.
Sometimes it feels like electricity in the air, kinda like my hair bristles and it smells like ozone, especially if trouble is brewing among a crowd of people but hasn't erupted yet. (read bar fight). I believe that we have instincts left over from our caveman days but we don't usually recognize them because we have repressed them so much for so long.
Sometimes I think my endorphins kick in. Before we were married I was driving up to visit my wife, and I may have just been glad to be going to see her. It was late afternoon and I saw a splash of sunlight in a green field with trees behind it. It struck me as one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen and I still remember that moment. It was like that for just a moment all was right with the world. I didn't (don't) even use drugs.
Oh, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the lady in our church that could tell when people were going to die. It was uncanny. In a conversation with her daughter one time she said, "Do NOT let my Mama put that eye on you!" There would be conversation about people in the church in general and a person would come up and she would say, "Well, she's not going to be around too long." or something to that effect. I never knew her to be wrong. We had an older congregation so she had plenty of people to put the 'eye' on.
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.45goblue
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Back in high school, I had a science teacher who always liked to teach his personal beliefs along with the facts of science.
He usually told people if they didn't want to listen, they didn't have to seeing as how it wasn't on the curriculum.
He believed in the "sixth sense" based on this event that happened to him.
He liked to tell this story about him and a fellow female teacher.
They were both leaving school in separate vehicles and he was behind the female teacher when they both arrived at a red traffic signal. The female teacher was the first vehicle at the stop light, and he was behind her. The light turned green, the female teacher let off the brakes. He said he had a very eerie feeling at this point and it felt right to blare on the horn.
Lucky he did, because the female teacher stopped and watched as a vehicle blew right through a red light. Would of t-boned the female teacher if she wouldn't have stopped.
From what he said, the female teacher got out of her car, made eye contact with him, and other than a "thank you" they never talked of it again.
He usually told people if they didn't want to listen, they didn't have to seeing as how it wasn't on the curriculum.
He believed in the "sixth sense" based on this event that happened to him.
He liked to tell this story about him and a fellow female teacher.
They were both leaving school in separate vehicles and he was behind the female teacher when they both arrived at a red traffic signal. The female teacher was the first vehicle at the stop light, and he was behind her. The light turned green, the female teacher let off the brakes. He said he had a very eerie feeling at this point and it felt right to blare on the horn.
Lucky he did, because the female teacher stopped and watched as a vehicle blew right through a red light. Would of t-boned the female teacher if she wouldn't have stopped.
From what he said, the female teacher got out of her car, made eye contact with him, and other than a "thank you" they never talked of it again.
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Heres mine and I dont get eerie feelings often.
1) I was 21 and doing newspaper delivery in my home town and I had to be there by 3:30 AM to meet the truck delivering the bundles of papers. The drop of point was right next to the train tracks and no lights on anywhere with in about a 2 block radius. I was alone, grabbed my stack tossing them into the car so I could drive somewhere with light.
I drove up 6th street and saw Faske's Garage with a light on so I parked next to where the gas pumps would be. I started rolling and banding papers. I heard something in the distance that sounde like it was starting to rain and rapidly moving my way. I was irritated because--if it was going to rain? meant I now had to bag about 600 papers before I could start delivery. The "rain" came closer and as I looked out the drivers window and to my rear--I saw at least 100 illegal aliens running down 6th street passing my car-then they veered right to run down Doddridge Str. I got out of the car and looked around and also down 6th from where they came. Keep in mine-I saw still near the railroad tracks and they hop rides on their way to and or through my town. I didnt see any others so I moved ops outside the car and was about to continue to roll papers when "something" ""told"" me to get my 9 shot 22 handgun out of the car that I forgot was there because it was kept in a brown paper bag. I pulled out the bag but left the gun in it-placed it on the hood of my car and started rolling more papers. Next I hear "rain" again and turned in time to see another very large group running down 6th-past my car and veering down Doddridge.
I was thinking of relocating to finish rolling papers so I started gathering my papers loading them back into my car-when I heard a rustling of the bushes I was only several feet from--and two more illegals came out and one started heading for the front of my car--talking and trying to keep my attention--but hair stood stiff on back of neck and I noticed the 2nd guy trying to move to my back and on my side of the car--while the other asked for money for Cigarettes.
I said I had no money and then I reached for the bag and grabbed the pistol pulling it out (it wasnt loaded but in the dark--couldnt be noticed) and I aimed it at the guy trying to sneak up on my back--and he said something in Spanish that must have been something like: "Oh S---, a gun" and they both ran away--I jumped in the car still leaving a bundle of papers on the hood--and I drove out of the area and headed to an all night store with many lights-and finished the bundles and did my delivery. Nothing else came of that incident.
2) About 6 years later-I was in Corpus for two reasons--one I was volunteering to help run a booth at a Church Halloween festival and to also pick up my first Walther P 38. I had picked up the Walther hours earlier--and had placed it into an ammo can I kept in the trunk of my car.
I went to the Church to do my work--finding out the Church was in a bad neighborhood called: The Cuts. Its an mostly non-caucasion neighborhood. Anyway, the volunteer work was great had no probs--that is--until after it ended. I got into my car-took off and when I needed to break at a light-the car brake pedal had no resistance in it because the line broke and everything leaked out--when I tried the pedal. I did a Bionic Man thing and had to use my left foot out the door to try to slow down and finally stop my car.
I was on the edge of The Cuts--when I pulled into Schaffer Muffler Shop right on Leopard Street--when had no light son anywhere and it was pitch black. I HAD to stop so I could try fixing the break fluid leak. I stopped int he parking lot--opened the hood of the car adn the damned light was burned out--so I relied on a flashlight with old batteries which didnt help at all--but since I knew the ins and outs of the car--I was able to feel around and find what I needed.
I had to go to the trunk and get another bottle of break fluid out and something told me to get the Walther. I placed the Walther on the air filter and proceeded to find the break and tape it so I could put more fluid in and go somewhere to properly fix the leak.
Anyway, I was in the midst of taping the line when I heard scuffling sounds coming my way from the northbound end of a southbound car. Two black guys walking my way and they did the same cigarette=money=request thing like the two illegals tried years earlier. The first guy--walking to the front and asking me things while 2nd guy was trying his end run sneak up on me. I said I had no money--which basically was true--(only had $8 for gas and such) but he persisted. The hair standing on neck thing again--and I grabbed the Walther--which too was not loaded and because I never had time that day-to go buy any. I aimed it at the 2nd guy and stopped him in his tracks and he said something like: "Shi---he's got a gun" and they both ran away as fast as possible. I was almost making new bricks in my pants--and I lowered the hood, leaving everything in place--jumped in and started the car and with no brake fluid--sped away and again had to resort of Flintstone breaking methods several times--since I was looking for the nearest store open at that time of the night--which was a Circle K about 5 miles distant.
I made my way there--relieved--put gas in the car and went for more electrical tape and another bottle of fluid. Jury rig was good enough to safely get me home--and I got out of Dodge as fast as possible. This was the 2nd time an empty gun kept me out of harms way.
3) I was at our Condo at the Bandera River Ranch--and was out late one night-nobody else outside their condos--and was about 2AM. I was using internet at the clubhouse and decided to call it a night and left. On the way back to "Antler" I had to pass a very dark open space and Buckhorn and cabin "C". Between Cabin "C" and "B"--I felt the hair stand up on neck again--noticed no sounds at all and "felt" like I was being stalked. Between "C" and Buckhorn cabins--I saw what looked like 3 pairs of red eyes. I hurried my pace to Antler--and got in as fast as possible. I later heard some howling from nearby and felt very relieved to be inside. I had wished I had my Walther with me but left it in the cabin so nobody would freak out that someone had a gun.
Well, next morning--between Buckhorn and "C" cabins--were the remains of a Deer who fell victim to what ever had been there the night before. Needless to say--if I was going to be out after dark every night after--I had my Walther with me.
Since those times--no more fo these type things happened to me.
1) I was 21 and doing newspaper delivery in my home town and I had to be there by 3:30 AM to meet the truck delivering the bundles of papers. The drop of point was right next to the train tracks and no lights on anywhere with in about a 2 block radius. I was alone, grabbed my stack tossing them into the car so I could drive somewhere with light.
I drove up 6th street and saw Faske's Garage with a light on so I parked next to where the gas pumps would be. I started rolling and banding papers. I heard something in the distance that sounde like it was starting to rain and rapidly moving my way. I was irritated because--if it was going to rain? meant I now had to bag about 600 papers before I could start delivery. The "rain" came closer and as I looked out the drivers window and to my rear--I saw at least 100 illegal aliens running down 6th street passing my car-then they veered right to run down Doddridge Str. I got out of the car and looked around and also down 6th from where they came. Keep in mine-I saw still near the railroad tracks and they hop rides on their way to and or through my town. I didnt see any others so I moved ops outside the car and was about to continue to roll papers when "something" ""told"" me to get my 9 shot 22 handgun out of the car that I forgot was there because it was kept in a brown paper bag. I pulled out the bag but left the gun in it-placed it on the hood of my car and started rolling more papers. Next I hear "rain" again and turned in time to see another very large group running down 6th-past my car and veering down Doddridge.
I was thinking of relocating to finish rolling papers so I started gathering my papers loading them back into my car-when I heard a rustling of the bushes I was only several feet from--and two more illegals came out and one started heading for the front of my car--talking and trying to keep my attention--but hair stood stiff on back of neck and I noticed the 2nd guy trying to move to my back and on my side of the car--while the other asked for money for Cigarettes.
I said I had no money and then I reached for the bag and grabbed the pistol pulling it out (it wasnt loaded but in the dark--couldnt be noticed) and I aimed it at the guy trying to sneak up on my back--and he said something in Spanish that must have been something like: "Oh S---, a gun" and they both ran away--I jumped in the car still leaving a bundle of papers on the hood--and I drove out of the area and headed to an all night store with many lights-and finished the bundles and did my delivery. Nothing else came of that incident.
2) About 6 years later-I was in Corpus for two reasons--one I was volunteering to help run a booth at a Church Halloween festival and to also pick up my first Walther P 38. I had picked up the Walther hours earlier--and had placed it into an ammo can I kept in the trunk of my car.
I went to the Church to do my work--finding out the Church was in a bad neighborhood called: The Cuts. Its an mostly non-caucasion neighborhood. Anyway, the volunteer work was great had no probs--that is--until after it ended. I got into my car-took off and when I needed to break at a light-the car brake pedal had no resistance in it because the line broke and everything leaked out--when I tried the pedal. I did a Bionic Man thing and had to use my left foot out the door to try to slow down and finally stop my car.
I was on the edge of The Cuts--when I pulled into Schaffer Muffler Shop right on Leopard Street--when had no light son anywhere and it was pitch black. I HAD to stop so I could try fixing the break fluid leak. I stopped int he parking lot--opened the hood of the car adn the damned light was burned out--so I relied on a flashlight with old batteries which didnt help at all--but since I knew the ins and outs of the car--I was able to feel around and find what I needed.
I had to go to the trunk and get another bottle of break fluid out and something told me to get the Walther. I placed the Walther on the air filter and proceeded to find the break and tape it so I could put more fluid in and go somewhere to properly fix the leak.
Anyway, I was in the midst of taping the line when I heard scuffling sounds coming my way from the northbound end of a southbound car. Two black guys walking my way and they did the same cigarette=money=request thing like the two illegals tried years earlier. The first guy--walking to the front and asking me things while 2nd guy was trying his end run sneak up on me. I said I had no money--which basically was true--(only had $8 for gas and such) but he persisted. The hair standing on neck thing again--and I grabbed the Walther--which too was not loaded and because I never had time that day-to go buy any. I aimed it at the 2nd guy and stopped him in his tracks and he said something like: "Shi---he's got a gun" and they both ran away as fast as possible. I was almost making new bricks in my pants--and I lowered the hood, leaving everything in place--jumped in and started the car and with no brake fluid--sped away and again had to resort of Flintstone breaking methods several times--since I was looking for the nearest store open at that time of the night--which was a Circle K about 5 miles distant.
I made my way there--relieved--put gas in the car and went for more electrical tape and another bottle of fluid. Jury rig was good enough to safely get me home--and I got out of Dodge as fast as possible. This was the 2nd time an empty gun kept me out of harms way.
3) I was at our Condo at the Bandera River Ranch--and was out late one night-nobody else outside their condos--and was about 2AM. I was using internet at the clubhouse and decided to call it a night and left. On the way back to "Antler" I had to pass a very dark open space and Buckhorn and cabin "C". Between Cabin "C" and "B"--I felt the hair stand up on neck again--noticed no sounds at all and "felt" like I was being stalked. Between "C" and Buckhorn cabins--I saw what looked like 3 pairs of red eyes. I hurried my pace to Antler--and got in as fast as possible. I later heard some howling from nearby and felt very relieved to be inside. I had wished I had my Walther with me but left it in the cabin so nobody would freak out that someone had a gun.
Well, next morning--between Buckhorn and "C" cabins--were the remains of a Deer who fell victim to what ever had been there the night before. Needless to say--if I was going to be out after dark every night after--I had my Walther with me.
Since those times--no more fo these type things happened to me.
Ranger514
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When I was a young man, I often hiked and backpacked alone in the Black Hills. One summer day, I set up my tent in a meadow below a place called Cathedral Spires, and then hiked up steep gullies exploring the Spires. It's a very beautiful, awe-inspiring area, and one that is located next to the center of creation, according to local Indian beliefs.
Late in the afternoon, I became tired and found a nice grassy shelf to rest. I fell asleep, and dreamed I became disconnected from my body. I was looking down on myself from above, as though I was atop one of the granite spires that towered 100 feet above the grassy ledge on which I lay. I awoke with a strong feeling of dread. The sun had begun to set, and the gully was completely silent. No sounds of wind in the pines or birds calling, just dead, oppressive silence.
A strong sense of fear overcame me, and my inner voice told me I needed to leave that place immediately. I hurried back down the gully to my campsite, about a quarter of a mile from the base of the Spires. As soon as I left the gully, the overpowering feelings of dread and fear vanished, and I felt foolish and superstitious. The next morning, however, the vivid memories of that incident, made me realize that some power, spiritual or otherwise, had warned me to leave that place.
I've returned to the site alone and with others a few times over the years, and I've never had a repeat experience like the one I described, yet 40 years later, the memory is still vivid enough to cause my skin to break into goosebumps.
Late in the afternoon, I became tired and found a nice grassy shelf to rest. I fell asleep, and dreamed I became disconnected from my body. I was looking down on myself from above, as though I was atop one of the granite spires that towered 100 feet above the grassy ledge on which I lay. I awoke with a strong feeling of dread. The sun had begun to set, and the gully was completely silent. No sounds of wind in the pines or birds calling, just dead, oppressive silence.
A strong sense of fear overcame me, and my inner voice told me I needed to leave that place immediately. I hurried back down the gully to my campsite, about a quarter of a mile from the base of the Spires. As soon as I left the gully, the overpowering feelings of dread and fear vanished, and I felt foolish and superstitious. The next morning, however, the vivid memories of that incident, made me realize that some power, spiritual or otherwise, had warned me to leave that place.
I've returned to the site alone and with others a few times over the years, and I've never had a repeat experience like the one I described, yet 40 years later, the memory is still vivid enough to cause my skin to break into goosebumps.
Edit: fun thead..... to add to my 2018 post...... the ridge behind the cabin is the Eastern Continental Divide....... everything east of that foundation flows into the Atlantic ..... everything to the west the Mississippi and Gulf.
The Foundation literally sits on the Divide...........
When I was about 10 (early 60s) we bought property in the Allegheny Mountains in Pennsylvania. The father of the farmer we bought the land from told me about 2 old "wagon roads" over the mountain behind our property.
A couple of weekends later I decided to try to locate one of the old roads and follow it to the top of the mountain/ridge behind our camp. When I got to the top, about 3 miles from camp and any road, I found an over grown meadow ; about 2-3 acres of flat ground right on top of the ridge. Decided to explore a little... towards the middle I saw 3-4 pines and what looked like apple trees. As a got close to these trees I got the sudden feeling that I wasn't alone........it got dead still, not even insect sounds......I slowly did a 180 while loading a .22lr in the Stevens Favorite that Dad had given me..........fighting the urge to run.
As I started to ease out of that meadow I almost stepped into a foundation,about 10x12 and 5-6ft deep, about 30 ft away was a small spring house..... as I got further away the feeling of dread/fear of not being alone just faded away.
Didn't go back into that meadow for years........ always felt that someone had died there; died alone and badly
None of the locals I asked(including the farmers father who told me about the "roads" was around 90 years old.... born in the area about 1875 owned the farm we bought part of in 189something) had any knowledge that the foundation was there.....this was pre ATVs and the closest you could get to this spot in a 4 wheel drive was about 2 miles away.......the foundation was flush with the ground and any structure had completely rotted away.....you almost had to step in it before you saw it.........just stacked stone walls.
Years later reading a history of Berlin Pa. I learned that a family had been killed in an Indian raid in the 1750-60s....... not this site but about 3-4 miles away (about a mile from our cabin)...... but the wagon road ran from the top of the ridge (the meadow) and points directly to where this other homestead was said to be located.
Often wondered if this site dates to the same era?
Edit:I've gone back often in the last ......30 years as it's an easy trip on an ATV....... but every time I enter that meadow it feels like a, for want of a better term, a dead zone.
2nd edit: As I wrote this I realized that it's been 50 years since "I" found this meadow.......and in those 50 years that meadow hasn't really changed. It's on top of a mountain... the soil is thin and poor....but it's surrounded by forest..... the spring house is the only water source I know of in a 1/2 mile... "sand springs" about 1/3 of the way down the wagon road to the west........ other water is about a mile away to the south and east.
Probably, reading to much into it but since that day that clearing has always "felt" different to me.
The Foundation literally sits on the Divide...........
When I was about 10 (early 60s) we bought property in the Allegheny Mountains in Pennsylvania. The father of the farmer we bought the land from told me about 2 old "wagon roads" over the mountain behind our property.
A couple of weekends later I decided to try to locate one of the old roads and follow it to the top of the mountain/ridge behind our camp. When I got to the top, about 3 miles from camp and any road, I found an over grown meadow ; about 2-3 acres of flat ground right on top of the ridge. Decided to explore a little... towards the middle I saw 3-4 pines and what looked like apple trees. As a got close to these trees I got the sudden feeling that I wasn't alone........it got dead still, not even insect sounds......I slowly did a 180 while loading a .22lr in the Stevens Favorite that Dad had given me..........fighting the urge to run.
As I started to ease out of that meadow I almost stepped into a foundation,about 10x12 and 5-6ft deep, about 30 ft away was a small spring house..... as I got further away the feeling of dread/fear of not being alone just faded away.
Didn't go back into that meadow for years........ always felt that someone had died there; died alone and badly
None of the locals I asked(including the farmers father who told me about the "roads" was around 90 years old.... born in the area about 1875 owned the farm we bought part of in 189something) had any knowledge that the foundation was there.....this was pre ATVs and the closest you could get to this spot in a 4 wheel drive was about 2 miles away.......the foundation was flush with the ground and any structure had completely rotted away.....you almost had to step in it before you saw it.........just stacked stone walls.
Years later reading a history of Berlin Pa. I learned that a family had been killed in an Indian raid in the 1750-60s....... not this site but about 3-4 miles away (about a mile from our cabin)...... but the wagon road ran from the top of the ridge (the meadow) and points directly to where this other homestead was said to be located.
Often wondered if this site dates to the same era?
Edit:I've gone back often in the last ......30 years as it's an easy trip on an ATV....... but every time I enter that meadow it feels like a, for want of a better term, a dead zone.
2nd edit: As I wrote this I realized that it's been 50 years since "I" found this meadow.......and in those 50 years that meadow hasn't really changed. It's on top of a mountain... the soil is thin and poor....but it's surrounded by forest..... the spring house is the only water source I know of in a 1/2 mile... "sand springs" about 1/3 of the way down the wagon road to the west........ other water is about a mile away to the south and east.
Probably, reading to much into it but since that day that clearing has always "felt" different to me.
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I don’t know that it was “evil” but I visited the Medicine Wheel in Wyoming with a friend, we walked around listened to the guide got kind of a sense of the place and then left. When we got back in our car I was sure that maybe a half hour had passed but we had apparently been there for four hours.
On another note I occasionally stand up on a hill at work at sunset and I can just feel something evil in the air not just on the hill but over all the city.
On another note I occasionally stand up on a hill at work at sunset and I can just feel something evil in the air not just on the hill but over all the city.
shouldazagged
Absent Comrade
Evil is real. I don't pretend to understand it and don't philosophize or theologize about it, I just know it's real and that sometimes my more primitive senses can detect it.
I drove past a church, of all places, a few years ago, and had a powerful sense that something awful had occurred in a room off the sanctuary. I don't frighten easily, but that one scared me.
I never researched it. I think it was a case of child abuse, probably sexual, and I doubt it was ever reported.
I sense evil in people sometimes. Not always threatening-looking people either. I sat in a fast-food restaurant in a small city near here and looked over at a woman and her rather downtrodden-appearing husband or boyfriend. I felt such a wave of rage and downright hatred coming from her that it turned my blood to sorbet. I sensed that she just might kill the poor guy with her one day, and was entirely capable of doing it. It wasn't just her angry expression--I'm a retired counselor/therapist and I know the difference. This woman was evil, and very, very sick.
I'm a skeptic about many things and like evidence to back up most claims; but I'm very open-minded about this sort of thing. We have much to learn about the less-obvious human senses.
I drove past a church, of all places, a few years ago, and had a powerful sense that something awful had occurred in a room off the sanctuary. I don't frighten easily, but that one scared me.
I never researched it. I think it was a case of child abuse, probably sexual, and I doubt it was ever reported.
I sense evil in people sometimes. Not always threatening-looking people either. I sat in a fast-food restaurant in a small city near here and looked over at a woman and her rather downtrodden-appearing husband or boyfriend. I felt such a wave of rage and downright hatred coming from her that it turned my blood to sorbet. I sensed that she just might kill the poor guy with her one day, and was entirely capable of doing it. It wasn't just her angry expression--I'm a retired counselor/therapist and I know the difference. This woman was evil, and very, very sick.
I'm a skeptic about many things and like evidence to back up most claims; but I'm very open-minded about this sort of thing. We have much to learn about the less-obvious human senses.
feralmerril
Absent Comrade
Many years ago I had a friend tell me this. He was in the army and playing football. As he he came off the field a officer came up to him and said I am sorry, but your brother was just killed. (The brother also was in the army) It left him in shock and the officer walked off. I cant remember which it was, but one was in germany and the other in korea. When he calmed down he said he went to HQ to find out more details but no one knew anything about it. A day or two later he was informed his brother was killed in a jeep accident at the same time the officer informed him!
feralmerril
Absent Comrade
Smoke, I never thought of it that way until you brought it up. Your right. Most people can get very mad at times but there is evil people out there that enjoy seeing or giving pain.
shouldazagged
Absent Comrade
Not always. I've known plenty of both kinds. But pathological hatred, in my opinion, is evil. Heaven know it has led to monstrous crimes and raging insanity throughout recorded history.
The really terrifying evil, of course, is that of the true sociopath who kills and tortures because the capacity for empathy or remorse is missing from him altogether. He can butcher a human simply because he thinks it would be amusing.
I've known a few of those, and tried to treat a few without notable success. Theirs is the icy, dispassionate evil, as opposed to the hot, hate-filled wickedness.
Either kind is scary.
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