Originally Posted By Oddysey23:
Is this the thread where someone posted link to the quantum communications from mars "story"??

Originally Posted By Oddysey23:
Is this the thread where someone posted link to the quantum communications from mars "story"??

Originally Posted By gwitness:
Been trying to find the story of the dogmen in Washington state at Index.....can't seem to find it

Originally Posted By Make_Mine_Moxie:
The thread I remember was based on documents the CIA dumped on their site after declassification. They were transcripts of "remote viewing" sessions where the CIA supposedly hired supposedly clairvoyant folks to try and see things in other areas. Some of the folks described seeing structures and other random things on Mars. If the documents are real, real life Men Who Stare at Goats type stuff.

Originally Posted By ranging-by-zipcode:
Seriously, though-

Above Index is only place in the world that I have felt that "fear of imminent death" from an unknown predator(s). I have been all over the place, in lots of hostile situations, and never have felt something like this before or since. But it gets better. First, some background:

To get to Index, you have to turn off the highway and cross a river which separates the town from the surrounding hills. In crossing the bridge, you get this creepy feeling that the bridge is the only way in or out (not true), and that the river is protecting the town from something...else...

The town itself is a nice little place under the shadow of Mount Index, which veritably looms over the town. There's an old wood frame hotel from the 1890's, a church, and some other architectural relics of the long-gone North Cascades gold rush. Index isn't a tourist spot, and is far enough off the highway that it doesn't get any drive-by business. People do live there, and they tend to look warily through their blinds at any vehicle they don't recognize. That's Index.

If you don't take the turn over the bridge into town, the road continues along the river. This is the Index-Galena road. There are cabins and old mobile homes and hunting shacks along the river side of the road. Go a little further, and there's a forest service road to the right. This is Forest Road 6310, or something like that. It climbs up towards Gunn Peak over a series of switchbacks. At the end of the road, there's an old clearcut, with a beautiful view of the surrounding mountains.

My wife and I (I already posted the wife pics, go find them.) went up there in the early fall once to picnic with a friend, who wanted to get his new XJ Cherokee Laredo up into the mountains to try out his new tires. He was flush with cash at the time, and volunteered with several Search and Rescue groups. Because of this, he had a Whelan full-width light bar with amber strobes mounted on the XJ. (this is important later in the story). We got up to the clearing in the early afternoon, broke out the food, and enjoyed the setting. Did a little plinking, that kind of thing (We had one Glock 17 and an SP-101 in .38 Special between the three of us.) It was a bit cool (we gained a pretty fair amount of elevation getting there), and we knew the temperature was going to drop as soon the shadows deepened. It darkened even more quickly than we expected, and we began to pack everything up. About then, we heard the first howl. It was a distant wolf- but there weren't supposed to be any wolves up here yet (This was the early '90's- they had not yet been reintroduced to the area). "That was cool" we thought. Then I suddenly got a chill down my back. I wheeled around to look at the nearby tree line- although the clearcut was still in dusky light, it was now pitch black in the trees. It hit me right about then- that primal fear. "We have to go. Now." I said. Our friend looked at me and said something like, "You afraid of a stupid wolf?" Then- another howl- in the treeline- not more than twenty yards away. We all looked at each other, collectively blinked once, and didn't waste any time getting into the jeep. Somehow, it was now dark already- and full dark once the road down entered the treeline. We could hear them all over now- even over the noise of the jeep's inline six- but the sound they made wasn't...quite...right... He started picking up the speed on the single lane gravel forest road. I reached forward and hit the switch for the left side scene lights on the light bar. This caused a single halogen lamp to shine on the trunks of trees as they sped past- and showing the reflection of many sets of eyes in the darkness behind the trees, They were moving- tracking our vehicle- which was now doing about 40 on the narrow road. "We'll lose them on this straight" he said, now pushing fifty. I hit the scene light switch again- only trees. Phew! That was silly, I thought. We're in a car, and we get freaked out by some stupid wolves. Great.

Now out of danger, we approach the first switchback- slow down, make the turn- and there ahead of us- about a half dozen HUGE wolves in the road- waiting for us. They had gone straight down the hill to cut us off at the switchback.-then they were gone. What the hell? Now, we're ALL freaked out. Now tearing down the road, sending gravel flying, approaching the next switchback. I had left both side scene lights on at this point, but all they illuminated were the trunks of trees on the sides of the road. I turned them off. We make the turn- nothing -no wolves. Suddenly, I had an idea- I switched on the strobes. Frozen in disco stop motion of the strobes on both sides of the jeep - wolves - EXCEPT THEY WERE ALL STANDING ON TWO FEET, LIKE MEN! They bound off in frozen staccato stop motion- back down the grade- presumably to meet us on the next switchback- and then-

- I don't remember anything else. We were back on highway 2, heading towards Gold Bar. I turned off the strobes.

Stay away from Index after dark

Originally Posted By EastWest:


No, I/we did not go to Gettysburg, due to my wife's exasperation that I might make my life "even more complicated" by having a ghost following me around on social and business dealings.

I still laugh about that! You know, as if I would have had to worry about meeting a client for lunch at a restaurant perhaps a week or too later. Then while discussing business, the client's plate suddenly lifts up about 8 inches off the ground and I have to say, "Uh...sorry about that. I went to a haunted inn in Gettysburg and this stupid ghost has been pestering me ever since! You know, my wife even warned me that something like this might happen."

Thanks for your congratulations! And with grown married kids and young grandkids we are very grateful. However, do you want to know something REALLY scary? I proposed to my wife back in late summer 1983 after knowing her only 5 weeks!
Wow, talk about taking a frightening risk! Of course, that we were older (I was 28 and she was 31 at the time), may have had something to do with it.

Originally Posted By EastWest:
Yeah I hear ya, a long time ago I googled it and the Tavern has quite a story of alleged hauntings.
I do remember my friends at that factory in PA telling me that the place actually had rooms you could reserve for the night(s) where were supposedly some rooms were more haunted than others. I recall laughing and politely saying to them, "And I bet the Tavern's pricing policy for those more haunted rooms, reflects that."
My friends had told me that Farnsworth was supposedly the most haunted location in Gettysburg - and that is saying something!

Originally Posted By Oddysey23:
Is this the thread where someone posted link to the quantum communications from mars “story”??

Originally Posted By ranging-by-zipcode:
Seriously, though-

Above Index is only place in the world that I have felt that "fear of imminent death" from an unknown predator(s). I have been all over the place, in lots of hostile situations, and never have felt something like this before or since. But it gets better. First, some background:

To get to Index, you have to turn off the highway and cross a river which separates the town from the surrounding hills. In crossing the bridge, you get this creepy feeling that the bridge is the only way in or out (not true), and that the river is protecting the town from something...else...

The town itself is a nice little place under the shadow of Mount Index, which veritably looms over the town. There's an old wood frame hotel from the 1890's, a church, and some other architectural relics of the long-gone North Cascades gold rush. Index isn't a tourist spot, and is far enough off the highway that it doesn't get any drive-by business. People do live there, and they tend to look warily through their blinds at any vehicle they don't recognize. That's Index.

If you don't take the turn over the bridge into town, the road continues along the river. This is the Index-Galena road. There are cabins and old mobile homes and hunting shacks along the river side of the road. Go a little further, and there's a forest service road to the right. This is Forest Road 6310, or something like that. It climbs up towards Gunn Peak over a series of switchbacks. At the end of the road, there's an old clearcut, with a beautiful view of the surrounding mountains.

My wife and I (I already posted the wife pics, go find them.) went up there in the early fall once to picnic with a friend, who wanted to get his new XJ Cherokee Laredo up into the mountains to try out his new tires. He was flush with cash at the time, and volunteered with several Search and Rescue groups. Because of this, he had a Whelan full-width light bar with amber strobes mounted on the XJ. (this is important later in the story). We got up to the clearing in the early afternoon, broke out the food, and enjoyed the setting. Did a little plinking, that kind of thing (We had one Glock 17 and an SP-101 in .38 Special between the three of us.) It was a bit cool (we gained a pretty fair amount of elevation getting there), and we knew the temperature was going to drop as soon the shadows deepened. It darkened even more quickly than we expected, and we began to pack everything up. About then, we heard the first howl. It was a distant wolf- but there weren't supposed to be any wolves up here yet (This was the early '90's- they had not yet been reintroduced to the area). "That was cool" we thought. Then I suddenly got a chill down my back. I wheeled around to look at the nearby tree line- although the clearcut was still in dusky light, it was now pitch black in the trees. It hit me right about then- that primal fear. "We have to go. Now." I said. Our friend looked at me and said something like, "You afraid of a stupid wolf?" Then- another howl- in the treeline- not more than twenty yards away. We all looked at each other, collectively blinked once, and didn't waste any time getting into the jeep. Somehow, it was now dark already- and full dark once the road down entered the treeline. We could hear them all over now- even over the noise of the jeep's inline six- but the sound they made wasn't...quite...right... He started picking up the speed on the single lane gravel forest road. I reached forward and hit the switch for the left side scene lights on the light bar. This caused a single halogen lamp to shine on the trunks of trees as they sped past- and showing the reflection of many sets of eyes in the darkness behind the trees, They were moving- tracking our vehicle- which was now doing about 40 on the narrow road. "We'll lose them on this straight" he said, now pushing fifty. I hit the scene light switch again- only trees. Phew! That was silly, I thought. We're in a car, and we get freaked out by some stupid wolves. Great.

Now out of danger, we approach the first switchback- slow down, make the turn- and there ahead of us- about a half dozen HUGE wolves in the road- waiting for us. They had gone straight down the hill to cut us off at the switchback.-then they were gone. What the hell? Now, we're ALL freaked out. Now tearing down the road, sending gravel flying, approaching the next switchback. I had left both side scene lights on at this point, but all they illuminated were the trunks of trees on the sides of the road. I turned them off. We make the turn- nothing -no wolves. Suddenly, I had an idea- I switched on the strobes. Frozen in disco stop motion of the strobes on both sides of the jeep - wolves - EXCEPT THEY WERE ALL STANDING ON TWO FEET, LIKE MEN! They bound off in frozen staccato stop motion- back down the grade- presumably to meet us on the next switchback- and then-

- I don't remember anything else. We were back on highway 2, heading towards Gold Bar. I turned off the strobes.

Stay away from Index after dark

Originally Posted By mitchellh:


That reminds me of Mike Minihan's story, may he RIP;
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Originally Posted By RAL:
It's only a little over three weeks until Halloween. It's that time of year for spooky stories. While it's been many years since I've celebrated Halloween in any meaningful way, I still get in the mood for some scary tales this time of year.

I don't know if I'm sad that I personally can't contribute anything too exciting or relieved that I never experienced anything unexplained.  

This is the best that I have. Sorry if it's lame.

Years ago while working in a shipping and receiving department I had a boss who was kind of out there. She had stories about Ouija board pointers moving completely on their own when she was young.  Of course I'm somewhat skeptical. Anyhow she drew up a Ouija board on a desk and made a makeshift pointer.  There was probably four of us taking turns with the pointer and asking questions. It seemed to know its shit, but of course I believed people were gently nudging it.

A fifth person came back and watched us and she was as skeptical as I. So I came up with the idea for her to ask a question, one in which none of us knew the answer to, and for the others to touch the pointer. She asked "when is my husband's birthday?" The pointer moved quickly off the drawn board and slide about five feet over to where a heart was drawn on the desk and started frantically circling it. We asked "Valentine's day?" We looked up and saw her turn pale and run out of the room. It had a 1/365.25 chance. Chalk a win up for the Ouija board that day.

Originally Posted By saltydecimator:


thats what they say about the bigfeets, dont start messing with em if you not prepared to have em throwing rocks at your house!  interesting coinkidink eh!?

la marzulli claims the BF are part of "the beasts of the earth" Bible passage

seems like a stretch to me, and them just being hybrid, demon thing is simpler.  or an avatar for the demons to indwell, like the greys?

Originally Posted By RAL:
It's only a little over three weeks until Halloween. It's that time of year for spooky stories. While it's been many years since I've celebrated Halloween in any meaningful way, I still get in the mood for some scary tales this time of year.

I don't know if I'm sad that I personally can't contribute anything too exciting or relieved that I never experienced anything unexplained.  

This is the best that I have. Sorry if it's lame.

Years ago while working in a shipping and receiving department I had a boss who was kind of out there. She had stories about Ouija board pointers moving completely on their own when she was young.  Of course I'm somewhat skeptical. Anyhow she drew up a Ouija board on a desk and made a makeshift pointer.  There was probably four of us taking turns with the pointer and asking questions. It seemed to know its shit, but of course I believed people were gently nudging it.

A fifth person came back and watched us and she was as skeptical as I. So I came up with the idea for her to ask a question, one in which none of us knew the answer to, and for the others to touch the pointer. She asked "when is my husband's birthday?" The pointer moved quickly off the drawn board and slide about five feet over to where a heart was drawn on the desk and started frantically circling it. We asked "Valentine's day?" We looked up and saw her turn pale and run out of the room. It had a 1/365.25 chance. Chalk a win up for the Ouija board that day.

Originally Posted By Antero:
Half way through October and this thread has been dead. It’s time to step it up.

Originally Posted By Antero:
Half way through October and this thread has been dead. It’s time to step it up.

Originally Posted By FistPeso:
I was talking with a friend who has been researching Sasquatch for  a long time.  While catching up with him he told me some of the areas we used to investigate, and had activity, have been taken over by very large canine tracks, timber wolf sized, including bipedal tracks.  He told me after the last set of tracks he found, he isn’t going back.  Weird stuff is happening all around us.

Originally Posted By exDefensorMilitas:
Not specifically creepy, more odd/weird.

Several times over the years I've had what would be called a "precognitive" dream, for lack of a better description. It's not a sense of "something is going to happen" shortly before "something" happens to make that clear.

These are distinctly different from deja vu and deja reve, as the dreams have always been of situations they I have never been in before, at any point in my life. The dreams happen roughly 6-9 months before I'm in that same situation and are so oddly specific and vivid. I don't get a clear picture of the people involved, but I do get roughly 5-10 seconds of the entire scene from my perspective. Conversations, actions(people, animals, inanimate objects) and full sensory information.

...

Originally Posted By FDrifting:
okay haven't added anything in a while.
back on page 35 i posted about a weird dream followed by a very odd stranger whom i gave a ride to. some people have brought it up that it may have been god/satan/demon/angel or death. i kinda stopped wondering. it was probably just a normal event that i perceived weirdly. here is the original story:





Originally Posted By FDrifting:



Okay here's one that a dream last night made me think of. About 12 years ago i was 16, one night i had a very strange dream. I was at a doorway and when i stepped through there was this entity there, a silhouette in the shape of a person. it had dark circles where its eyes were and a dark opening for a mouth. it was very slender and had abnormally long fingers, or nails not sure. Anyways, i decide to ask this thing what it wants, it tells me it needs my help for something very important. I ask if it's going to hurt me and it laughs at me for this and said "no you are important to me, i will not hurt you". so i relax a little bit and then ask, "who are you?" it responds, "i'm nobody, but i'm also a little bit of everybody". it waves me off and disappears, before i leave it calls out "you are too kind". i step out the doorway and wake up later.
went about my day like normal, everything was fine.
about a week later i stopped at a nearby hess to get a soda, i talked to the cashier for a bit who i've gotten to know since i started driving, and this man walks in on his cell phone, he looked homeless... well not homeless, but just really rough around the edges. he tells the cashier he got a call that his wifes at the hospital and he's freaking out and has no car. after some convincing he said he'd give me $20 to take him which was literally 3 miles away, me being a young idiot agreed. he gets in the car and immediately gives off weird vibes, but doesn't say a word. I notice after driving for a little he's just staring at me, with a smirk on his face. i was incredibly creeped out. I finally arrive at the hospital and he gets out and thanks me.
he says "i knew you would help me," and gave me a big smile
i stare at him with a weird look and and he softly says to me "you are too kind." and he walks away towards the hospital doors
at this point i promptly drove off quickly and spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what the fuck i just did. i've convinced myself it was merely a coincidence with the dream thing but others have said different.











Back to current story:
since then very sparsely i've seen the same thing in my dream. i've come to be okay with this thing. i talk to it like i would a distant relative i've never met. just awkward conversation. it usually doesn't answer much.
back in november i got sick, and i mean real sick. throwing up and shitting non stop so badly for about 11 days. i kept trying to walk it off but finally went to the ER. i contracted C Diff (so fucking nasty), and it caused my appendix to explode. i was prepped for surgery and put under the next morning.
they told me "no big deal" we'll be "in and out" yadda yadda. i felt like it'd all be great.
i'm not sure if it was while i was out i had this dream, or after in recovery but the sugery took its toll on me badly. they had to literally pull all my insides out and clean them off on a car with a hose to get all the fecal matter off them.
the stranger comes back (this is what i call him now). asks how i feel and if i'm okay. i tell him i'm not good and i don't feel well. i told him i was scared because i've never had sugery before and i was afraid of death (i'm only 28 so it scares me). he chuckled and said "don't have fear, it's not your time yet, no worries" and he waves me off.
i recovered although i was in hell. 10 days in the hospital, lots of complications. once it was all over doctors start saying "wow that was a close one", "wow you're really lucky". "we were really worried about you".  turns out i was in pretty bad damn shape. it was supposed to be freaking simple.
anyway i looked at the experience and found it kind of comforting. i feel like someone is looking over me.
fast forward to last week: i work as a glazer installing various glass objects. windows/sliders/showers/tables etc. i have a dream about the stranger and he just says "not your time" i ask him to be more specific and he waves me off.
the next day we are pulling out windows. some old things from the 70's. the glass is 1/8" double strength. you can cut yourself so badly on it. i was trying to get the glass out and it wouldn't budge so i decided to cut the glass out. i score an "X" with the cutter and go outside to setup some scaffolding. i grab the first few pieces and walk over to the side of the house and i hear a "tink" i look up and flinch because i see something falling. somehow the scores in the glass had gotten runs (which usually requires me to give it a good tap with my tape measurer.
it falls and lands about  8 inches in front of me and some digs into the ground while most breaks into smaller pieces. i stare like an idiot and a though in my head whsipers, "not your time".
i swear this shit keeps getting interesting.

Originally Posted By Ecirp:


@FDrifting have you seen The Stranger any more / recently?

Originally Posted By exDefensorMilitas:
Not specifically creepy, more odd/weird.

Several times over the years I've had what would be called a "precognitive" dream, for lack of a better description. It's not a sense of "something is going to happen" shortly before "something" happens to make that clear.

These are distinctly different from deja vu and deja reve, as the dreams have always been of situations they I have never been in before, at any point in my life. The dreams happen roughly 6-9 months before I'm in that same situation and are so oddly specific and vivid. I don't get a clear picture of the people involved, but I do get roughly 5-10 seconds of the entire scene from my perspective. Conversations, actions(people, animals, inanimate objects) and full sensory information.

To describe it better, try to remember and picture 5-10sec of something you did early today. Focus on trying to recreate the 5 senses, conversations, what you and other people were doing. Basically an instant replay. That's what I get in one of these dreams.

One could argue that these "dreams" are really just my brain making an amalgamation of past experiences shaped by knowing I'm going to be doing something in the future a few months out and that it really is just deja vu/reve.
I can't argue against that being the case, but there have been a few that just don't line up with that.

For example:
A few months before I went to bootcamp, I dreamed of pulling up to a building in a police car, getting out with a rifle, walking into a big metal building, it was cold in the building and a giant thermometer on the wall showed -10F.

What this turned out to be, was me on one of my first days at Eglin AFB, going to the McKinley Climatic lab. The element of the climatic lab I might have known in some deep recess, as I grew up 45min away from Eglin. But that would have just been the name, as until the USAF, I had never been on the base or known the size of the building. As for the police car and gun, I can't think of a way I would have known that because I didn't join the USAF with the intention of being Security Forces or even carrying a gun. I was an idiot and accidentally marked Open General in basic, which is how I ended up carry a gun for my enlistment.

Next was two dreams, of jumping out of a slowing moving small SUV like vehicle, chasing and catching lizards, next to some trees along a road in the desert. First dream I didn't catch the lizard, second dream I did. About a month later, I get orders to Ali a Salem Air Base Kuwait.
Sure enough, about 6 months after those dreams, there I am jumping out of Kia Sorento chasing lizards at Kuwait International Airport, which incidentally has trees along the perimeter road, in a desert.

The thing is, aside from a deployment to Al Udeid, Qatar, I've never been to a desert in my life, nor have I chased 2ft lizards. No trees, lizards or Kia's at the base in Qatar either. I didn't even know I was going to be working at the Airport(with the trees in the desert) until a few days after being at Salem.
As it was, the first day of the lizard hunt was unsuccessful because the sense of familiarity and realizing I had dreamed this, threw me off. The next day was a success, because when I got that same feeling, I just went along with it.

There are a few more over the years mostly dealing with stuff in the military, but those two are the standouts. I still have them on occasion, but there is often enough overlap with prior experiences that I dismiss them. Every now and again I do get one that is novel and the sensation of realization isn't enough to jar me in the moment anymore.

As far as neurological/psychological conditions, I don't have epilepsy or seizures, not schizo or bipolar, no issue with memory or cognition. No history of those in the family either.

It's just weird, I can't explain it to myself.

Also, I've had these before and after being partially struck by lightning, so I don't think that has anything to with it.

Originally Posted By alaskuatch:
reading this thread and lurking this site for years
im from rural alaska and have a ton of first and second hand stories from UFO, ghosts, bigfoot and plain creepy stuff.
i will start with little people, im from a small town of about 40 people on the yukon. we have little people who are about 3 feet tall and tricksters. theyre considered to be magical is the way to put it. they lure intoxicated people to their homes inside of mountains where time doesnt pass or exist, they bother your belongings. my parents planned a trip to vegas one winter and arranged my two older sisters and I to stay at my aunts. mind you its rural Alaska and winters are very dark, i fell asleep downstairs on the couch as i was about 10 years old on a school night about 8pm. my aunt left me to sleep and normally i would wake up in the morning when everyone else did. They had a very young aussie shepard type dog they put into a metal wire cage at night inside the entrance to the interior porch. i was awoken by the dog barking, going absolutely bat shit, then i hear this little leprechaun laugh and something dragging across the cage. i sit up on the couch to see if what im hearing is real, i froze in the moment and listened to this "little person" terrorize the dog in the cage and laugh hysterically until i built up the courage to high tail it across the dining room and upstairs to awaken my aunt. i have never ran so fast in my life and will never forget the laugh and hearing it bother the dog. i read this thread nightly and will contribute to it and let you all experience the stories ive personally experienced or heard myself, i will not tell the stories i dont think are very credible.

Originally Posted By alaskuatch:
reading this thread and lurking this site for years
im from rural alaska and have a ton of first and second hand stories from UFO, ghosts, bigfoot and plain creepy stuff.
i will start with little people, im from a small town of about 40 people on the yukon. we have little people who are about 3 feet tall and tricksters. theyre considered to be magical is the way to put it. they lure intoxicated people to their homes inside of mountains where time doesnt pass or exist, they bother your belongings. my parents planned a trip to vegas one winter and arranged my two older sisters and I to stay at my aunts. mind you its rural Alaska and winters are very dark, i fell asleep downstairs on the couch as i was about 10 years old on a school night about 8pm. my aunt left me to sleep and normally i would wake up in the morning when everyone else did. They had a very young aussie shepard type dog they put into a metal wire cage at night inside the entrance to the interior porch. i was awoken by the dog barking, going absolutely bat shit, then i hear this little leprechaun laugh and something dragging across the cage. i sit up on the couch to see if what im hearing is real, i froze in the moment and listened to this "little person" terrorize the dog in the cage and laugh hysterically until i built up the courage to high tail it across the dining room and upstairs to awaken my aunt. i have never ran so fast in my life and will never forget the laugh and hearing it bother the dog. i read this thread nightly and will contribute to it and let you all experience the stories ive personally experienced or heard myself, i will not tell the stories i dont think are very credible.

Originally Posted By alaskuatch:
reading this thread and lurking this site for years
im from rural alaska and have a ton of first and second hand stories from UFO, ghosts, bigfoot and plain creepy stuff.
i will start with little people, im from a small town of about 40 people on the yukon. we have little people who are about 3 feet tall and tricksters. theyre considered to be magical is the way to put it. they lure intoxicated people to their homes inside of mountains where time doesnt pass or exist, they bother your belongings. my parents planned a trip to vegas one winter and arranged my two older sisters and I to stay at my aunts. mind you its rural Alaska and winters are very dark, i fell asleep downstairs on the couch as i was about 10 years old on a school night about 8pm. my aunt left me to sleep and normally i would wake up in the morning when everyone else did. They had a very young aussie shepard type dog they put into a metal wire cage at night inside the entrance to the interior porch. i was awoken by the dog barking, going absolutely bat shit, then i hear this little leprechaun laugh and something dragging across the cage. i sit up on the couch to see if what im hearing is real, i froze in the moment and listened to this "little person" terrorize the dog in the cage and laugh hysterically until i built up the courage to high tail it across the dining room and upstairs to awaken my aunt. i have never ran so fast in my life and will never forget the laugh and hearing it bother the dog. i read this thread nightly and will contribute to it and let you all experience the stories ive personally experienced or heard myself, i will not tell the stories i dont think are very credible.

Originally Posted By airbender:



ummmm afraid to ask, what state and area to avoid?

Originally Posted By alaskuatch:
reading this thread and lurking this site for years
im from rural alaska and have a ton of first and second hand stories from UFO, ghosts, bigfoot and plain creepy stuff.
i will start with little people, im from a small town of about 40 people on the yukon. we have little people who are about 3 feet tall and tricksters. theyre considered to be magical is the way to put it. they lure intoxicated people to their homes inside of mountains where time doesnt pass or exist, they bother your belongings. my parents planned a trip to vegas one winter and arranged my two older sisters and I to stay at my aunts. mind you its rural Alaska and winters are very dark, i fell asleep downstairs on the couch as i was about 10 years old on a school night about 8pm. my aunt left me to sleep and normally i would wake up in the morning when everyone else did. They had a very young aussie shepard type dog they put into a metal wire cage at night inside the entrance to the interior porch. i was awoken by the dog barking, going absolutely bat shit, then i hear this little leprechaun laugh and something dragging across the cage. i sit up on the couch to see if what im hearing is real, i froze in the moment and listened to this "little person" terrorize the dog in the cage and laugh hysterically until i built up the courage to high tail it across the dining room and upstairs to awaken my aunt. i have never ran so fast in my life and will never forget the laugh and hearing it bother the dog. i read this thread nightly and will contribute to it and let you all experience the stories ive personally experienced or heard myself, i will not tell the stories i dont think are very credible.