Zoom Rabbit Posted July 30, 2003 Share Posted July 30, 2003 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... 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 31, 2003 Author Share Posted July 31, 2003 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted July 31, 2003 Share Posted July 31, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 31, 2003 Author Share Posted July 31, 2003 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? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted July 31, 2003 Share Posted July 31, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted July 31, 2003 Author Share Posted July 31, 2003 We may have to pay that house a visit someday. Strange that these things normally happen at night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Stryke Posted July 31, 2003 Share Posted July 31, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wanderer Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 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.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rogue15 Posted August 1, 2003 Share Posted August 1, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
=(BoD)= M.D.B. Posted August 9, 2003 Share Posted August 9, 2003 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Datheus Posted August 9, 2003 Share Posted August 9, 2003 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* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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