Originally Posted By HEATSEAKER:
In home wireless security cameras are dirt cheap now. In the future if any of you have the same article of furniture being moved on a consistent basis or other repetitive supernatural happenings it's time to make that poltergeist a star and you some money.

Originally Posted By EvoXGunner:



Yeah I remember that one. It's a creepy pasta or similar

Originally Posted By RCastle:
Long time reader, first time poster.  Always enjoyed the creepy threads here.  Finally decided that I had something worth contributing to the site, and here it is.  Also, it has taken me many years to get to the point where I can commit it to words.  I have never told this story before because honestly,  it makes me sound like a crazy person.  I doubt very much that I will ever tell this story face to face to another human being. It’s a bit long but I hope y’all enjoy it.

Let’s start with a bit of background on me.  I’m like a lot of y’all, spent a lot of time out camping in the woods, love and fear for my country, and a I have a passion for firearms.  I’m not a religious man and I consider myself to be a skeptic.  I have been an agnostic since I was a young man.  I had finally concluded many many years ago that I’m apparently just not intelligent enough to figure the whole God thing out, and I got tired of trying to.  That being said, I have seen and experienced things during my lifetime that I cannot explain with a rational paradigm. But I digress, I doubt y’all want to hear my pontifications on God. You want the creepy story.  I have theories about what I have seen and I’ll get into that later.  But at the end of the day it comes down to: I just don’t know.

I was living outside of downtown Houston with my significant other, who we shall refer to as “She-Bitch” (for reasons completely unrelated to this tale) for the rest of this story.   I worked and went to school, She-Bitch was in school as well, that’s where we met, and we lived a pretty normal life at that time.  One night we were in bed both reading and we heard the sound of the windows rattling in their frames in our living room.  It was a very old house converted into apartments, we were living on the second floor.  We lived near an off ramp to an interstate and the light rail was on the other side a few blocks down, no semis passing nor the train had ever rattled the windows before in the two years I had lived there.  I’ve lived in California and I’m familiar with earthquakes and this wasn’t one.  

I’m sitting there thinking “Well, what the hell is all that about?”  She-Bitch looks completely freaked out and panicked.  I get out of bed and slowly walk down the hall towards the living room.  As I approach the living room I am suddenly filled with a feeling of complete dread.  I can only describe it as feeling like someone has stuck a bowling ball in my chest.  I have no rational reason to feel this way.  I finally, after an eternity get to the doorway to the living room and stand there.  I have no idea what I’m looking at.  

It was a man sized black amorphous thing flitting about the window.  Moving kind of like a bat.  Except it’s way to big for any bat. I know what a bat looks like. I’m not a retard.  It’s not a bat. It just kind of flitting around outside, it has what appears to be a head like lump on the top.  I didn’t see any eyes.  Suddenly it flits over the next windows.  Hovering and flitting around.  Then it swoops out of sight and appears at another bay of windows.  It continues to flit and swoop around, and each time it does the windows rattle in their frames.  We lived across the street from a very well lit church with spotlights all around the exterior in addition to street lights and security lights on the property.  It’s bright as hell.   When it flies in front of the very well lit up church, I can’t see the church through it.  When it flies to the other bay of windows on the side of the house, I can’t see the building across the alleyway, those building are also well lit by security lights. It’s  not a shadow.  Not a bat.

I’m just standing there trying to figure out what in the hell I’m looking at, with that heavy dread feeling in my chest.  She-Bitch comes up behind me and grips my arm hard with both of her hands, scared as all hell.  She whispers “Do you see that? Do you fucking see that?”

“… Yup.”  And I’m thinking to myself, “Well, at least I ain’t crazy.  But if I’m not crazy, and I’m not dreaming, (yes the thought had occurred to me), then what in the fuck am I looking at?”

“What the fuck do we do?”  Asked the borderline panic attack She-Bitch.  

I didn’t say anything.  I backed up, and slowly closed the door to the living room.  Very slowly.  Then I moved a bookcase in front of the door.  I slowly backed down the hallway towards the bedroom, She-Bitch behind me, not wanting to take my eyes off the door to the living room.  Once in the bedroom, I lock the door.  Then I move a dresser in front of the door.  She-Bitch then asks again in a louder high pitched panicked voice “What the fuck are we going to do?”

“I don’t know” I answered truthfully.

I proceeded to break out the Mossberg 500, racked a shell into the chamber, hoping to scare it (just kidding, there was already a shell chambered, good to go) knowing full well that if that thing is, well, a thing, that 00 buckshot might not do the trick.  But if some “thing” is going to take me out, I’m not going quietly.  Not going to lie, I also broke out a vial of holy water that my Grandmother had given me a long time ago.  I had no idea if my magic water would do anything, but it couldn’t hurt.  I hoped.  

I made the decision to hold up in the barricaded bedroom.  That thing was outside of the house; leaving the house either through the front door, in the living room, or out the back door and going around the side of the house through the alley, would require us to travel under that thing.  Fuck that.   After awhile in the barricaded bedroom the feeling of dread slowly subsided.  

So we’re sitting on the bed watching the bedroom door.  She-Bitch asks me in a strained and slightly less panicked voice, “So you really saw that too?”  

“Yeah” I replied.  I’m a man of few words.  

“I’ve seen things my whole life and you’re the first person who’s seen them too.” She stated.

“The hell?” I’m thinking in my head.  I should add that She-Bitch was a die-hard-to-the- point-of-aggravation Atheist.  You could not have a civilized conversation concerning religion or spirituality with that woman.  

She-Bitch then proceeds to tell me about the “things” she’s seen all her life.  I hadn’t asked, but the words were coming out of her mouth like water from a broken dam.  She just kept talking and talking, probably because I’m the first person she’s met who has seen them too.  She described seeing these shadow being before, sometimes they had glowing eyes, sometimes not (our “thing” that night did not have glowing eyes).  She described seeing “faces” in windows and other strange stuff.  She even described this one time when she was about eight how a floating being that looked like Quatzequatel, a serpent with wings, had hovered in the common area of the trailer she had lived in.

At this point I’m thinking “Fuck. Me.  I’m living with a schizophrenic.”  She goes on for about an hour and a half, I’m not saying much just listening, with the Mossberg in my hands, holy water on the night stand, staring intently at the door, thinking and processing all of this.  Finally, she seems to talk herself out and she falls asleep.  Bitch.  I sure as hell wasn’t going to sleep and spent the rest of a very tense night staring at the door, listening and waiting.  Nothing more happened that night.  Finally, the sun came up.  That was one of the longest nights of my life.  

I got out of bed very stiff after having not moved all night.  I moved the dresser, unlocked the door and crept down the hall towards the living room.  Moved the bookcase and very slowly opened the door and peeked in.  Nothing. Sunlight streaming through the windows.  No feeling of dread, no shadowy beings.  Just a normal living room.  

I go back the bedroom, very tired but with a feeling of relief, put the shotgun back in the closet. Went and made some coffee.  She-Bitch gets up and comes in the kitchen and asks me if “It” was gone.  God Damnit!  I had really been hoping that all of that was just some sort of messed up dream or night terror or something.  But no.  It happened.   I tell her that it looks like it’s gone.  We drink coffee and she relates more of the stuff she’s seen her whole life.  She ends the conversation asking me “Why can you see them?” I responded “I don’t fucking know, I’ve never seen anything like that before.”  We don’t talk about it anymore after that.  

After that I did what any rational red blooded American male would do in that situation.  I pretended it didn’t happen.  This may sound strange, but at that time in my life I had some more pressing things to worry about than some “thing.”  I just kind of filed the whole incident away in my head with the label of to-be-dealt-with-later.

Nothing else happened, I paid it absolutely no mind.  Life went on.  

A few months later, I’m happily reading in bed one evening and I hear She-Bitch, she’s just saying “Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God, RCastle, come here! Oh my God Oh my God.” over and over.   I get up, and slowly walk down the hall towards the living room, getting that same heavy feeling of dread.  She-Bitch is standing at the doorway of the living room trembling.  I get there and she gets behind me and again grabs my arm like her life depended on it.

“Do you see it?” she asks.

“Yeah, I see it.”  I replied.  I’m trying to process something that shouldn’t be in my brain.  Every cell in my body is now in fight or flight mode.  This time, the shadow thing is inside the living room.  This time it is not an amorphous shape.  It’s a vaguely human shape, child sized, about four, four and  a half feet tall, sitting on my couch, rapidly rocking back and forth.   It stops rocking and raises it’s head and looks at me.  I can’t tell you how I knew it was looking at me, it didn’t have eyes.  Or a face really.  I just felt it.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I promptly freaked the fuck out.  I slammed the door shut, threw the bookcase in front of the door, grabbed She-Bitch by the arm and ran to the bedroom and threw her inside. Locked the door, barricaded it.  Grabbed the Mossberg from the closet, the Colt 1911 and Holy water from the night stand and crouched behind the bed with She-Bitch.  She was trembling and saying “oh my god” over and over again.  My heart rate was going at ludicrous speed pounding and pounding in my chest with all of the adrenaline running through my body.   Sorry, no blading at 45.  After what felt like forever, my body calmed down and she stopped trembling.  She asked what I thought “It” was.  I told her I don’t know.   Then she crawled in the bed and went to sleep.  Bitch.  I was tired as all hell, but there was no damn way I was going to sleep with that thing in my house.  I stayed awake behind the bed, sitting in a chair armed to the teeth, staring intently at the door; I felt like if I looked away for even a second it would get in.  It was another long night.  

Next morning, same as the last time.  Sun comes up. Un-barricade the bedroom, un-barricade the living room door, take a peek in.  Nothing but sunlight.  Go to make coffee.  She-Bitch comes into the kitchen and asks if “It” is gone and I tell her yes.  She-Bitch and I do not speak of the incident ever again.  Even though we never talked about it, we stopped using the living room after that, even during the day.  We kept the door closed and locked for the next year until she moved out.  

However,  now that this had happened a second time I felt that I had to do something about it.  I spent a day thinking about it.  I had no idea what in the hell that thing was.  I resolved that I would either:

1. Walk across the street to the church and talk to a Catholic priest.  Maybe he would bless/exorcise the house.  

2. Talk to a cousin a dozen times removed who is a witch.  Not some pagan hippy Wiccan crap, rather an old school Bruja.  Maybe she can tell me what this thing is and how I can get rid of it.  I was rather hesitant to take this route as I had been actively avoiding her my entire life.  She gives me the creeps.

A few days passed, nothing more happened and life became the normal routine.  She-Bitch and I had been having some serious problems in our relationship predating and unrelated to the weirdness.  When nothing else out of the ordinary happened, I filed the incident away in my head and I didn’t take any action.  I guess I kind of just hoped it went away and didn’t think about it anymore.

A year later, the relationship with She-Bitch was over and she moves out.  No more incidents or weird out of the ordinary things had happened.  Once day I’m in the kitchen on a Saturday morning having a cup of coffee when my brain suddenly brings the incidents to the forefront.  Now that I am somewhat removed from it by time I can look at it rationally.  I decided that I wanted to figure out what in the hell that thing was.  So I fire up the internet and read the whack job forums.  After reading about many things I decide that what I saw was the phenomenon called “Shadow People.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_People

So now I have a description of what it was.  I don’t like calling them “Shadow People” because they sure as hell ain’t people.  

While reading up on them a memory hits me like a phonebook to the head.  This is not the first time that I’ve seen these things.  I don’t recall much of my childhood, but that’s another story, one memory comes screaming out of my murky past.  I recall that when I was about eight or so that I had seen these exact same things.  This happened for a period of time, I don’t know if it was weeks, months or a year.  I would sit in my bed, that same feeling of dread, clutching my blanket, back to the wall afraid to breath.  I would sit there and watch these people shaped shadows just standing in my doorway watching me.  I was too scared to take my eyes off of them.  My brother slept in the same room but he always just slept through the night.  Asshole.  I was always too scared to wake him or cry out.  Back then I thought that they were aliens who had come to abduct me.   They scared the shit out of me.  Eventually they went away and I stopped seeing them.  I guess I just decided they were a nightmare or something and just filed it away, went on with my childhood, grew up and forgot about it.  Until now.  


Fuck.  Now I really need to figure out what in the hell it is or what caused me to see it.  I start running through the theories of what it could be.

1. I’m bat shit crazy.   Well, never really had any emotional issues, mental health problems, voices in my head, weird delusions or paranoia, none of that.  Never really saw them except for those two periods in my life and She-Bitch had seen them too.  Logic would tend to implicate that I would at least see these things more frequently and I would have other symptoms if I were crazy.  So, I’m probably not crazy.  At least not when it comes to this.

2. Night Terrors/Sleep Paralysis/Sleep Walking/Hypnagogia.  I was able to move, hadn’t started the incidents from asleep, I had been very much awake, didn’t wake up in bed afterwards, and had stayed up all night both times.  I had performed feats requiring fine motor skills and most of my strength in barricading the doors.  Believe me, I felt it the day after I was so tired.  I wasn’t asleep.  She-Bitch had seen it too.  She had commented on “It.”  Plus, again, it would make more sense if I saw these things with more frequency than I did.  So, I concluded that this wasn’t a very strong theory.   Plausible, but not likely.

3. Some type of weird ocular phenomena where you see shadow things out of the corner of your eye, sorry I can’t recall the precise medical term.  I didn’t see these things out of the corner of my eye, or briefly.  I looked at them straight on.   So this theory doesn’t really work.  Plus again, lack of frequency.  

4. Magnetic phenomenon messing with my brain.  This one was a stretch.  And it would seem that this would be more location based.  I didn’t live near anything odd in either location that might produce a strong magnetic field.  Plus, if I had during both periods when I was young and older, I should have seen them with more frequency.  So, no.  This theory doesn’t fly with me.

5. Transdimensional something or another.  Where dimensions kind of bleed into one another.  This one is an even further stretch than the magnetic field thing.  I generally dismiss this one, but it is the only theory that fits all of the parameters of the incidents, both when I was young and older.  

6. Aliens.  Fuck. That. No.  I’ll believe that one when I see a spaceship with my own two eyes.  And not some glowey light picture, I want to see a hull.

7.  Ghosts.  Didn't really match up with ghost stories I've read, seems to be a different phenomena.  


So I have no concrete answers on what this was at that point. I’m left with either some weird wide awake nightmare or transdimensional something or another.  I just don’t have a good explanation.   I file away this info and don’t think about it much for another year.  I go on and graduate with my B.S. in Anthropology later that year.  God, what a mistake that was.  But that’s another topic.

Over a year later I decided to work on a research project.  For fun.  I’m strange like that.  One of my areas of research during my undergrad was Caribbean and African possession.  Looking at it from an Anthropological point of view, examining why they developed this practice in their culture etc.  Not from an “OMG it’s real life Exorcist!!!!!” point of view.  Like I said, I’m a rational and skeptical person.  I decide to research Christian possession, thinking I would compare it with the Caribbean/African possession and try to see if there were any similarities in what function they served in their respective cultures.  Like I said, I’m odd like that.  This is my idea of a good time.  And I wonder why I’m divorced…

Anyway.  I start reading all of the accounts and case studies I can find on Christian possession.  Now when I read these things, I do it with a grain of salt (well, a ton of salt really).  I’m not reading it for the story, rather I’m reading it for the features, like does it fill some psychological function, bad family history, religious person/family before or after… etc.  I read these accounts, checked of features on a chart I had made.  

So I’m reading one book, a catholic account by Dr. Malachi Martin, a former Catholic exorcist,  called “Hostage to the Devil.” In it are several first hand and a second hand accounts of Catholic Possession.  To the Catholics, there are stages to possession.  1. Obsession, where the demonic forces affect the person externally, like a third party bothering you.  2. Invasion where the demonic forces enter the bodily hostilely.  3.  Perfect possession where the person accepts the demon into their body and soul.   Anyway, I’m reading through one second hand account of the obsession stage, I’m skimming over it really since I dislike using second hand accounts.  But one part of the story catches my eye.  The priest sees and describes a shadow being.  The same features, the same feeling of dread.

The. Fuck.  My heart wants to burst through my chest.  I start reading this account a lot more closely from the beginning.  Yup, I started to panic a bit.  Fucking demons?  The account described seeing faces in windows etc a lot of the same type of stuff She-Bitch described that she had seen her entire life.

I stayed up all night thinking about this and the implications.  I had never considered “Demons” in my possible theory on what the shadow beings had been.  I then recalled a radio interview that Dr. Martin had given that I had downloaded, not for the substance, just more out of my own curiosity about the man.  In that interview he described how sometimes the demons impersonated other deities to mess with the subject of the obsession/possession.  I recalled She-Bitch’s description of Quatzequatel when she was eight.   Now here’s the thing about She-Bitch.  She grew up poor, really white trash poor.  Raised by her crazy alcoholic abusive grandmother, who wouldn’t let her go to school, they didn’t have a television, and she could barely read poor.  I’ve been to the trailer she grew up in. They were as poor as it gets.  There is no way in hell this eight year old uneducated girl had ever been exposed to Mayan mythology at that stage in her life.  But that’s exactly what she saw.  

Things are just falling into place in my brain.  

While reading the account it mentioned things like moving and missing objects and electrical anomalies.   Two other things leaped forward in my mind.  As I mentioned, I lived in an old house.  Lightbulbs would burn out abnormally fast and constantly.  You turn on the switch, light flickers and pop goes the filament.  I used to buy lightbulbs by the case.  I just chalked it up to ancient wiring.  Never paid it much thought.  Oh, and CF Bulbs would die on me too.  That was expensive so I just loaded up on incandescents.  

I also recalled the books.  I have a lot of books.  In the middle of the night you would hear a thump.  The first time it happened it woke me up, I went to go investigate, and there was a book on the floor.  House and bookcases are level.  It happened from multiple bookcases, different books.  I had chalked it up to the cat messing around at night.  It happened so often I quit investigating when I heard the thump at night.  I would just get up in the morning, pick the book off the ground and go about my day.  

It occurred to me then that often the books were from different shelves.  And they were frequently thick heavy books, like textbooks.  Not likely the cat would pull or push it off the shelves when I stopped to think about it.  I realized that the lightbulb thing and the book thing had only started after She-Bitch had moved in.  Nothing before that.  And they both stopped after She-Bitch had moved out.  I still had the same cat.  

I realized there was one other factor that I had never considered in trying to figure out the shadow beings:  I was never alone when I saw them.  Either my brother was asleep in the same room as me or She-Bitch was there.

In fact, the only times that I have ever seen these shadow things was when I was in the presence of the two most troubled people I have ever known in my entire life:  my brother and She-Bitch.  The shadow beings had nothing to do with me.  It had nothing to do with the location.  It had to do with the people around me.  I just happened to be standing next to them and could see them for some reason.

The Catholic Demon Possession theory fit better than all of the other theories.   I’m not saying that’s what it was.   That’s just what I think it may be.  I will never be able to say with certainty what it was.  I just don’t know.  
After I had processed everything, I just kind of sat there and thought about it.  I was no longer in contact with She-Bitch.  And how in the fuck do you bring up the subject “Hey, I think you may be possessed by demons...” conversation up with your ex?   My relationship with my brother is complicated, that’s all I’ll say about that.  I love him, but we don’t talk much and this is not really something that we could talk about or that he would take seriously.  Anyway, I’m to this day not certain what it was.  Whenever I think about it, I sound like a crazy person to myself.

I did walk across the street that weekend and spoke to a priest.  I asked him to please say a Mass for She-Bitch and my brother.  I didn’t tell him why, just that they both had troubles.  It may not be much, but I figure a man of faith praying for them is a hell of a lot better than anything I could ever do.  

I’ve read how events like this sometimes enable people to have faith in God.  That didn’t happen to me.  I guess it’s just that I haven’t seen or experienced anything that would indicate to me that God exists.  Believe me, at times I wish I could have faith.   I will say that because of some of the things that I have seen, I will never state that God doesn’t exist.  I just don’t have the answers.   Since that whole incident thing and aftermath, I have noticed that I cleaned up my life a good deal.  I’m a better person overall, treat my fellow human beings much better, try to lead a good life.   I guess if God does exist, maybe he’ll forgive my non-belief and look at the good things I’ve done with my life.  Like I said, I just don’t know.

Oh, and to the OP, yeah, that area around Dam B is pretty weird.  I’ve had some strange things happen around that part of the state, also around Sam Rayburn.   All I’ll say is that there are parts of East Texas that I will not travel through without a long gun.

And back to lurker status.

Edited for typos.  

Originally Posted By ponykilr:
I live on a spur of a mountain in Appalachia. We have some acreage and we are pretty isolated, it is the reason we sold out suburbia and moved. We love the quiet.

I have never felt afraid in the woods and certainly not in the land we own. I know it well and have trails all around. I feel at peace here in the quiet. These hills and rocks heal, they healed me. I'm not the same as when we moved.

A few days ago I was leaving for work. My drive is about 3/4 mile and the last part almost at the road has a bridge. I was almost to the bridge when I saw a large cat dart over the drive. It was approximately 24-28" high and really long. Tawny colored and fast. My dash camera was unplugged because my lighter socket stays on when the key is off and I unplug it when I get out to park. I have cursed this, I wish I had that footage.

NC says we have no lions.

So Thursday night I walk out to my coop about 9pm to shut up the chickens. They are behind my shop in a chain link enclosure. I walked toward it and I could hear them clucking nervously, like when my neighbor's dog comes up to visit and is close to them. I walked in and talked to them a second. This seemed to calm them. I shut the door and instantly my hair stood up. I can't explain the feeling but I was in condition red. I did not have a weapon on me but I reached to my side by habit.

Looking into the darkness I couldn't see anything at all. My coop enclosure has a 60w bulb hanging in the center and it ruins the ability to see out in the trees next to the shop. I NEVER have felt this way, not once. I walked to the shop and darted under the right shelter where my pickup stays. I kept my back to the wall and sidestepped to the front. I look back at this and shake my head, never felt fear here, seems so crazy.

I see one of my dogs coming up the gravel from the house toward the shop and he has his head to the ground (he is a beagle cross) but he stopped just about the time he got to the shop and stared off toward the coop. I spoke softly to him but he stared that direction and cocked his head slightly. He is dark brown and stood out on the white granite gravel.

I had enough, I jogged to the house. I got a light and pistol and headed back. The cat I had seen popped instantly into my head out of the blue just about the time I rounded to head back to the shop. Could it be? Fear waned a little. Now curiosity replaced some of the apprehension.  

Hershey and now Belle the Chihuahua came back with me toward the shop. I shined the light all over. I saw nothing and I didn't feel the dread as before. Hershey was darting around and went into the woods sniffing but he didn't seem on alert like before.

Did I interrupt a cougar about to snack on my hens?

I think I will put one of my game cams on the coop.

No this wasn't paranormal but if fear is what this thread is about, it was the most I have felt since I was a boy. A pure dread I can't really describe, lizard brain fear.

Maybe I will get some pics.

Originally Posted By ponykilr:
I live on a spur of a mountain in Appalachia. We have some acreage and we are pretty isolated, it is the reason we sold out suburbia and moved. We love the quiet.

I have never felt afraid in the woods and certainly not in the land we own. I know it well and have trails all around. I feel at peace here in the quiet. These hills and rocks heal, they healed me. I'm not the same as when we moved.

A few days ago I was leaving for work. My drive is about 3/4 mile and the last part almost at the road has a bridge. I was almost to the bridge when I saw a large cat dart over the drive. It was approximately 24-28" high and really long. Tawny colored and fast. My dash camera was unplugged because my lighter socket stays on when the key is off and I unplug it when I get out to park. I have cursed this, I wish I had that footage.

NC says we have no lions.

So Thursday night I walk out to my coop about 9pm to shut up the chickens. They are behind my shop in a chain link enclosure. I walked toward it and I could hear them clucking nervously, like when my neighbor's dog comes up to visit and is close to them. I walked in and talked to them a second. This seemed to calm them. I shut the door and instantly my hair stood up. I can't explain the feeling but I was in condition red. I did not have a weapon on me but I reached to my side by habit.

Looking into the darkness I couldn't see anything at all. My coop enclosure has a 60w bulb hanging in the center and it ruins the ability to see out in the trees next to the shop. I NEVER have felt this way, not once. I walked to the shop and darted under the right shelter where my pickup stays. I kept my back to the wall and sidestepped to the front. I look back at this and shake my head, never felt fear here, seems so crazy.

I see one of my dogs coming up the gravel from the house toward the shop and he has his head to the ground (he is a beagle cross) but he stopped just about the time he got to the shop and stared off toward the coop. I spoke softly to him but he stared that direction and cocked his head slightly. He is dark brown and stood out on the white granite gravel.

I had enough, I jogged to the house. I got a light and pistol and headed back. The cat I had seen popped instantly into my head out of the blue just about the time I rounded to head back to the shop. Could it be? Fear waned a little. Now curiosity replaced some of the apprehension.  

Hershey and now Belle the Chihuahua came back with me toward the shop. I shined the light all over. I saw nothing and I didn't feel the dread as before. Hershey was darting around and went into the woods sniffing but he didn't seem on alert like before.

Did I interrupt a cougar about to snack on my hens?

I think I will put one of my game cams on the coop.

No this wasn't paranormal but if fear is what this thread is about, it was the most I have felt since I was a boy. A pure dread I can't really describe, lizard brain fear.

Maybe I will get some pics.

Originally Posted By NWJohnny:
Yes of course we want to see the picture.

Originally Posted By Eli75:

I'll trudge out into the woods tomorrow and pull the memory card.  Just for you!

Originally Posted By Milehi22:
I live in the middle of a dense forest. Lions and bears and all that. Its Thanksgiving morning at around 4AM and I'm hosting. The entire forest comes alive and wakes us up. Every animal and and bird is roaring and squaking for around ten seconds. Like nothing I've ever heard. Then everything goes silent. I look at my wife and she says WTF was that all about?

My brother doesnt show up for Thanksgiving and extended family is waiting on him. I drive to his house, let myself in and find him dead in the hallway. Later the coroner put the time of death at the exact time the forest erupted.

He was 43 and passed from complications from a career in underwater welding.