Here are a few odd reports that are no longer on the blog...enjoy:
'I may have had a visitor last night....'
Something weird happened last night. Something I can't explain, yet. I wasn't sure I was going to post about it. But, then I decided to just in case someone else has had a similar episode.
Cutting to the chase, I went to bed as usual last night, and when I woke up I found a bunch of green slime-like material all over my house. Several large drops of the stuff was on my kitchen floor, living room floor, bedroom rug, and get this, on the outer knob of my front door. Weird.
All I remember about the night was that I had a particularly satisfying dream. You know, one where you just feel really good afterwards. In the dream, I was camping with my family, in a time that would have been about 30 years ago. Those were happy times for me and this dream just brought all that back really strongly, and I woke up refreshed and feeling good.
Then, when I went in the kitchen I noticed this green goop. Just a few drops. I wiped it up and tossed the paper towel. A little later I found the living room spots, then I checked my bedroom and found some there. It wasn't until later, when I went out for a bit, that I noticed the front door knob. I cleaned this off and took pics of it, since I now started to wonder what is going on.
The slime has the viscosity of cold maple syrup, in that it didn't drip off the door knob, just sort of sat on top and the sides of it. It was quite thick, and a bit sticky, but it did not smear on my hand. I could peel it off of me, sort of like silly putty, if you know what I mean. It had the smell of ozone, and I didn't taste it,
Anyways, I'm not saying I was visited by ETs last night, but this is definitely weird. I am usually skeptical of these kinds of things, so I'm looking for a reasonable explanation, if there is one out there. - Lv
Attacked by a Vanishing Hominid
About three years ago, I had a strange encounter in the length of woods that borders my house. It was winter and I was on one of my routine hikes with my brother. We would periodically stop and rest, listening to the sounds of the forest. We were climbing a steep hill and having a hell of a time with it. Our march was halted when I stepped in a pothole and when I finally dragged my foot out we decided to take a breather. That's when I saw it. We were just standing there, making small talk, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure. I turned and saw a large, lanky creature watching us from atop a hill. The very instant my gaze fixed on it, it began to barrel down the hill at us. I tried to run or even alert my brother, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear.
I heard my brother asked "what's the matter?"...but I couldn't tell him because I didn't know. I didn't know what I was looking at. I was finally able to break my paralysis and was about to tell him what was happening and then it was gone. Just POOF! Like smoke in the wind. Needless to say I hauled ass out of there. If I was to describe the thing I would say that it was at least 6'1 with some of the longest hair I've ever seen. It had a slim build and was completely nude. It's body was pale with a large patch of hair on it's chest. I never caught sight of it's face or any reproductive parts, but I have the feeling it was male.
Every time I look back on it and try to analyze what it might have been I always come up short. I can't come up with a believable or concrete explanation. I sometimes doubt I saw anything at all. Granted this is not the first strange experience I've had in those woods. The disembodied baby's cry comes to mind.
NOTE: this is an interesting anecdote. Was it a hominid spirit or a interdimensional being...or something completely different? I once received another interesting, but very brief account from a reader in Pennsylvania. She stated that she witnessed what looked like a feral human while in vicinity of Tiadaghton State Forest in Lycoming County during the late 1970's. This being was described as only 4 ft. tall with reddish hair all over the body, though sparse on the chest where she noticed what she thought were breasts. The facial features were human in all respects. This hominid stood for a few seconds, made no sound, turned to it's left, took a step and faded away...as if it was walking through a wall of water. The email didn't go into much more detail but she did state that the area did have 'old ghost towns' in it...Lon
A Peculiar Encounter
I received the following anecdote from a British reader:
One day, in the the eighties, I boarded a bus in Freshbrook with the intention of going to Swindon town centre. It was early evening and the bus was a single-decker. Sitting in the seat opposite the driver was a very odd looking person with his head down. He was dressed in dark, untidy clothing, disheveled in appearance. He did not look at me at all but there was something of a vibe emanating from him that made the hairs on my neck and arms stand up. I sat on the same side of the bus as him at least ten seats behind him. There were several other people between us and others also to the right hand side.
As I sat down in my seat I noticed a new pound note on the floor, I had placed my shoe inadvertently on it. Looking around I could tell that the other passengers nearby were ignoring me and not about to lay claim to it. I placed it in my pocket. No sooner had I done so than the strange looking man at the front of the bus sat upright and then stood up. He turned and made his way slowly up the bus, focusing on me. The other passengers ignored him as if he was not there. Stopping alongside me, he held out his hand..."I will have my pound note back now", he said. My hairs stood on end once more as I looked at him. He seemed dark in complexion and almost sub normal. How could he know I just found a pound note...he wasn't anywhere near...he was at the front of the bus and curled up...his head down...it didn't add up and felt eerie. Was he testing me in some way?
"What pound note is that, mate?" I found myself replying. He laughed to himself and returned to his seat at the front of the bus where he sat down again and lowered his head as if had all been a draining effort for him. He got off the bus in town and vanished, leaving me perplexed and confused at the silliness of it all.
The next day I was in the town centre once again and decided to go into the Paperback Parade bookshop, near the townhall to find an interesting book to read. As I worked around the shelves, taking my time (Thatcher's Britain...we were all unemployed). I was drawn to look out the window facing toward the College. There crossing the road and coming down toward the precinct was the same dark stranger dressed as he was the night before. Looking as if he was bypassing the bookshop, he made a sudden right turn and entered the Paperback Parade. My hairs stood on end once more as I watched him from the corner of my eye. He copied my movements around the shop until he was stood close to me on my left hand side. I pretended to ignore him,difficult as I felt cold and all my hairs on end. He leaned forward and spoke into my ear...telling me what was in my thoughts and in my mind. He laughed again and left the shop.
I never saw him again or told a soul what he spoke into my ear that moment. Certainly I was left in no doubt that this was an otherworldy encounter of the strangest kind. Later I was to come across stories of Men in Black and Trickster spirits who confuse their victims in this manner. Certainly the strangest of bus rides ever. - K
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