Volume #7 Strange Stories, Unexplained Encounters, Cryptids & the Paranormal

Volume #7 Strange Stories, Unexplained Encounters, Cryptids & the Paranormal

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
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(00:25):
I appreciate it. Thank you and happy listening. Hello friends,
and welcome to our seventh compilation of subscriber stories. This
series has continued to grow, and we are amazed at
some of the bizarre encounters our listeners have experienced. We're

(00:45):
very appreciative to those that have chosen to share them
with all of us. As always, the following stories are
unedited and can be frightening. These are told in the
way that they were sent in, written by the person
who experienced the encounter. We also asked that you respect
those who've taken time to share their stories with us,
and also respect everyone in the comments section when discussing

(01:08):
these encounters. Some of these stories have never been shared
even among family and friends. As you know, Bill and
I both feel it's important to provide an outlet for
others to share their personal strange and perhaps supernatural encounters,
but without fear of judgment or ridicule. And now I

(01:29):
invite you to come with me into the land of
the strange but true. Sit back, relax, and let's begin
a pair of shadow people. So I'll tell you about
my experience and first encounter with a shadow person. I
was six at the time, and this house that we

(01:50):
lived in was attached but always had the feel of
something watching you, but when you turn around, nothing or
nobody was there to make it worse. All feel or
see myself being taken up onto the wall top of
the stairs before my bedroom door and just dragged along
it into some place. What I thought was just a

(02:11):
dream was turning into a waking dream. And I didn't
want to stay in the house on my own, and
somehow it always picked me, like why me? So anyway,
one night, my dad was at work, my mom was
sitting watching my brothers sketch out their favorite sport or animals,
and I was getting ready to go to bed. After

(02:32):
sorting myself out in the bathroom, I picked my head
in the sitting room door and said good night to all,
and they called back goodnight as I walked up the
stairs to bed. I got a few steps and felt
something breathe against the back of my neck. I quickly
turned around, thinking it was one of my brothers playing
a prank on me, but no nobody. I shrugged it

(02:55):
off and continued up the stairs to bed. When I
got up to the top up of the stairs, I
felt really sleepy, like I was going to pass out
on the stair itself, but somehow I found the strength
to keep going. The moment I got to the last
step where my bedroom door is, I looked up and
it was pitch black in there, more so than usual.

(03:17):
I thought maybe my mother just got different curtains, but
it was cold, and I shouted down to my mother, Mom,
are the windows closed up here? My mother opened the
sitting room door and said, yes they are. I told her, okay,
but it feels cold up here. She said, it's okay.
Now go to bed, dear, I'll be up to check

(03:38):
on you in a few minutes. So when I turned
back to my bedroom door, there was a figure, black
and defined but clear as day to me. My brain
couldn't imagine how someone got up the stairs past me,
as our stairs were small to walk up, let alone
get two people up side by side, I called out, hello,

(03:59):
who are you? And can you leave? Because it's bedtime.
It felt like a few minutes past, and I stepped
forward to reach out for the bedroom light, but every
time I got closer by the bedroom doorframe to flick
the bedroom light switch that was inside the room, this
shadow person got closer, finally to the point that I

(04:19):
could make out that he was about six feet tall,
with a hat like cowboys wear and a long coat
like Neo in the film The Matrix Wears. I thought
it was odd, and I just remembered what my nanny
told me. If you ever feel cold or feel you
have someone watching you but can't find him, or see
a person that isn't there, just show them you're not afraid,

(04:42):
but use your manners. So with that, I said, excuse me, sir,
but this is not your room. Could you please leave
so I can go to the bed, please, And with
that it left. That night, I didn't sleep because I
woke up not being able to move only my eyes

(05:02):
and breathing, but could not move my mouth. I tried
to look around the room, but I couldn't move my head.
I started to freak out, but then in the corner
of my eye. On the right side of me, where
the walk in storage areas. The wooden door slowly opened
on its own, then a hand appeared quickly to grab

(05:23):
the door from making a noise to alert the others
in the house. It looked like shutters that move on
the door, but it was just for air to pass
through the bedroom into the walk in storage room and
back into the bedroom. Standing there was this shadow person,
but this time it was a woman with long black hair,
and she looked really frail looking. She quickly fell to

(05:46):
the floor without making a sound and walked over to
me like some raw from the film The Ring. When
she got to the end of the bed, she moved
slowly around it, seeing that it was maybe too much,
but no, she got up onto the bed and looked
like she carefully placed each foot in hand onto the

(06:07):
outside of my bed, slowly edging closer to me. Then
she was sitting on top of my chest. Each moment
my chest started to hurt and I couldn't take a
long breath, only shorter ones. I felt dread and an
overwhelming feeling of death. She placed her head just below
my chin and whispered, it's not your time, my child,

(06:31):
but Soon she got off my chest and I could
finally breathe again, but she felt like it had been
hours from the pain I was in. And then I
saw her walking a weird way back to the walk
in storage area in my bedroom. Near the door. It
slowly closed, and after a few minutes passed, the feeling
of dread and the overwhelming feeling of death left the room.

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Finally breathing again, it got brighter in the room, like
the evil left the room. As I looked around the room,
I couldn't believe what just happened to me. Was it
a dream? No? Was it real? Yes? Why did she
say to me, it's not your time, my child? But

(07:17):
soon I wasn't her child? Was I? No? Surely not?
My parents loved me. After overthinking, I ended up passing out.
To my surprise. The next morning, I woke up early
to look over at the walk in the storage room
to see the doors were still closed, but nobody was awake.
I didn't move, but pretended to be asleep. Then I

(07:39):
heard noise from downstairs. Was it them back again to
finally take me this time? No, it was my parents
whispering downstairs. A sigh of relief washed over me, and
I could finally take long, deep breaths while thinking to myself,
I'm safe. I got up and got dressed, got my breakfast,

(08:00):
and went off to school that morning, asking my friends
about where dreams they had. None of them had the
same dream as me, and I just told them I
felt like someone was going to take me, but didn't
and left. I was interrupted by our teacher and we
forgot what we were talking about and continued her school day.
Later that night and every other night, I go to

(08:22):
bed when everyone else goes to bed, and it never
happened again until late two thousand and eight, when I
was back in my parents' house after my nanny's funeral.
I had to change into my casual clothes and nobody
was in the house, and then it happened. I fell
back on the sofa, couldn't move, and out of the

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corner of my eye there she was, crouched down like
an animal ready to jump attack its prey, and I
was helpless. I tried to move with all my might,
telling my brain, body, and spirit, if I don't move,
I'm dead. I slowly twitched from side to side, overcoming
this paralyzing feeling of not being able to move. I

(09:05):
quickly stood to my feet, turned to my left and
faced her, this being that was back to claim her prize.
She backed away slowly, but I wasn't dropping my guard
from nothing. I reached for my hurley and raised at
midguard towards her, waiting for the strike she was about
to pounce on me with. Then she opened her mouth

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and crackling sounds came out, and she closed her mouth again.
After a while, she opened her mouth again, but she
spoke to me. I told you, my child, I would
be back for you, but I see you are a
warrior and will not come easy for me. She started
to whimp. She lowered her head and said, never will

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have you. Surprisingly, she dropped to the floor and vanished
into the floor itself. I quickly jumped up onto the
sofa with a hurley still my hand, waiting to strike
at her attack. But nothing happened. Was she gone for
good this time? I thought to myself. Then I said

(10:10):
it out loud, be gone from my life. You are
not welcome in it. I don't give my consent or
permission for you to be a part of my life.
Be gone from my life. And with that I felt
a sense of peace and happiness filled me up and
all around me. I quickly got down from the sofa,
grabbed my stuff from the table, still holding the hurry

(10:33):
in my hand, and left the sitting room. Went out
in the hall, checking the corner. Says, I go to
leave the house behind me, opened the front door, turned around,
almost jumping out the door, and onto the front step
facing into the house, and I slammed my front door
with key in door and locked it. I turned around
and ran down the steps and outside. That is my

(10:56):
story of meeting shadow people. Michael from Ireland, mysterious black
blob creature. This is about a story that I was
told a long while back that although I like to
think of myself as open minded, I struggled to believe.

(11:17):
I've changed names to protect identities. Back to around nineteen
seventy nine to nineteen eighty in an area called Wardenden
in the city of Worcester, UK, in our later teens,
my sister and I were living at the home in
which we grew up. I'd left home once and was
back again. My return met with mine and my older

(11:38):
sister's annoyance at having to again share a bedroom. My
sister was dating Tom later to be your husband. Late
one night, I'd gone to bed, but disturbed by the
bedroom light being switched on and my sister coming in,
I lay squinting at the bright light and mumbled her
to turn it off and be quiet. Claire came over

(12:00):
and crouched next to my bed and began telling me
that something had happened that was so weird. While she
was out with Tom. She did seem agitated, and well,
I was awake now, so let's hear it. This is
what Claire told me. She and Tom were parked up
way down a country lane that was local to where
we lived. They had parked with a lane ran along

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a hedgerow with a canal along the other side. The
canal in those days was little used except for fishing,
so other than the nearby motorway bridge, it was really isolated.
The motorway bridge cast a little light on the area,
the only light, Claire said. As they sat in the car,
it suddenly jolted, as though something underneath had shoved it upwards.

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Tom looked out of his driver's side window down to
the road and told Claire to lean over and look.
They both saw a blacker than black, large, dark shape
moving out into the road from under the car. At
first it was just like a dark blob. Then as
it came out, it was on all fours, and Claire

(13:04):
said it looked like it had a long tail, and
moved in a slinking, slow snaking movement, making its way
to a little ahead of the car and into the
center of the road. Claire said it appeared heavy and muscular,
although they couldn't see it clearly, it just gave that impression.
In fact, after the event, Claire and Tom had agreed

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that it was far too big to have been able
to fit under the car in the first place. Claire
went on to say that to them it appeared like
a large dog or a panther. Then this creature stopped
in the middle of the road and faced him all
in one flood motion, stood upright on two legs, and
as it was now near the motorway orange lights, they

(13:46):
could see it was a man. This man was wearing
what Claire described as a trilby hat, a long trench
style coat, and he had shoulder linked hair. Tom turned
the car engine and lights on to see this man
calmly toward the car with his hands. Tom's facing their direction,
reaching out with a smile on his face. As Claire

(14:08):
told me this, she said they felt as though this
smile and gesture seemed like he was trying to put
them at ease. As he approached the car. Needless to say,
Tom revved up and shot off. They didn't believe they
hit him, but he got very very close as they
drove away. Fairly close by is the M five motorway roundabout.

(14:28):
There is almost always a police car two sitting up
there watching the traffic below. Tom drove to this roundabout
hoping there would be a police car there. They didn't
really know what they would tell the police, but felt
it might get them to check it out if they
let on they were concerning the car may have clipped
the person. No police car in sight that night. In fact,

(14:48):
the area was silent. The ways home were many from there,
but all involved traveling the long dark lanes, which is
all housing estates. Now. So I hear all this and
thinking that I meant to believe this large cat thing
crawled out from under the car, stood up and was
a man fully dressed at that, No way I would

(15:09):
believe her. In two thousand and four, I lived in
Worcester still and worked for Mencap. I'd found a guy
who was running a course on ghosts, dowsing all sorts,
but best of all, it was a chilled affair in
a pub. I mentioned it to work colleagues who loved
this sort of thing, and a few of us would
go each week. This guy showed us some pretty weird

(15:31):
things that would make any skeptic belief. Back at work
one afternoon, and I'm chatting in the kitchen with Brenda,
one of the colleagues that attended these evenings at the pub.
We're chatting about how convincing the things demonstrated those nights were,
making any stories this guy told us fairly easy to believe.
This led to us comparing silly stories we have heard

(15:53):
that are far two way out there. Needless to say,
I brought up the story Claire told me all those
years ago. After all, that was not one I would forget.
As I'm telling Claire's story, another staff member came into
the room to gather her bits and bobs to go home,
having finished her shift. Julie, I will call her for

(16:14):
this stop dead in her tracks. Why, I'd said, how
did you know about that? Now I have to point
out that Julie had never come to any of those
meetings with us, and I had not finished the story.
I got to the park where this thing sidled into
the road and began to stand, believing that Julie had
heard enough to perhaps make her think it was about

(16:34):
the black puma, the beast, bodmin Moore, or whatever is
meant to be wandering the British countryside being reported in
the news. I told her it wasn't about that. Julie said, no, No,
you mean the man, the man in a hat. It
was a man in a hat. Okay. So at this
point my jaw dropped. I was so shocked, I'd meant

(16:56):
my eyes began to water up. No way could you've
heard this story. She wasn't even born when this was
supposed to have happened. Plus, it's not the sort of
story you hear very often. Julie told us that six
months earlier, her boyfriend and friends had parked up in
daylight in a country lane in Hereford. They were smoking
more than tobacco, but not stoned. The car they were

(17:20):
in jolted really hard from beneath, and the driver saw
a massive black animal cat slash dog crawl out from
beneath it. It was very black, so much so it
was hard to make out detail very well as there
was no highlights in its coat. It wandered into the
road a little way ahead of them, and all in

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one flood motion stood upright on two legs and was
a man in a hat. They thought it looked like
a small cowboy hat and long trench coat. His hair
was shoulder lengthed, and he raised his hands and walked
toward their car. They sped off. This group of people
made a pack not to tell anyone about what they saw,

(18:01):
as they would not be believed in any way. The
herb would be blamed for it. One of the group, however,
needed to confide and naturally told his girlfriend, Julie. Julie
swore never to tell about it, and she says she
did believe him as he was so shocked by it.
I finished my shift and went home, where I decided

(18:21):
to call my sister, as it seemed I owed an apology.
Claire told me she knew I never believed a word
of it. We talked about the amount of time past
since she saw it, and how going by the description
I just heard from Julie, this guy hadn't aged a bit.
While talking with Claire on the phone, my daughter came
downstairs from putting her stuff away, having just got back

(18:42):
from her friend's house, being dropped off by our friend's mother.
My daughter had a week previously been to the Malvern
Hills Outdoor Center with her school. It's a kind of
camp for team building and fitness. As my daughter came
down the stairs, I mumbled to my sister on the
phone that we have to change the conversation as younger
ears were about. My daughter heard me. She said, Oh,

(19:05):
don't worry about me. I'm not scared. I know you're
talking about that stupid story of the animal that turns
into a man. Claire heard this over the phone and
I was in shock. I asked her what she meant.
She told me that at the camp they were taking
out on night walks in the woods and hills, and
because it was dark, the instructor would try to creep

(19:25):
them out by telling them that there was a big
black bear or dog in the hills that would turn
into a man. So that was enough for me. I
keep a much more open mind now. Any feedback or
similar cases would be great. Signed subscriber, Little Me aka

(19:46):
Karen a Guardian. Perhaps Steve, I recently stumbled across your
channels and thoroughly enjoyed listening to your narration. I followed
David Politas, Steve Zdahl, Scott Carpenter, and Lynn Smith's channels
and always look forward to their latest videos and podcasts.

(20:06):
In all things Sasquatch, coming across your channel, however, helps
to fill the gap of things that seemed to not
be Sasquatch related, and for that I thank you. The
incident I'm sharing with you occurred around thirty one years
ago in the spring of nineteen eighty nine. For the
best of my recollection, which would have made me fourteen.
At the time, my younger brother, sister, and I were

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living with our then single mother in rural West Texas,
and it was not at all uncommon to have severe
thunderstorms move through that area. We had several close calls
with tornadoes over the years, and we'd become quite accustomed
to such events. One late night, between midnight and one am, however,
we had a severe thunderstorm moving through the area that

(20:51):
was just different, and I don't really know how to
describe why. We were wakened by very loud thunder, constant
lightning strikes, and strong winds, and found that the power
had been knocked out. While severe storms were a regular event,
power outages were not, and it seemed to have my
mother a little unnerved. The house we lived in was

(21:14):
an a frame with a short kitchen slash dining wing
off the south side and a longer bed and bath
wing off the north side, with a loft style bedroom upstairs,
which is where my mother slept. The stairway came down
into the north hall that led to the bedrooms that
we kids occupied. I remember her coming downstairs to check

(21:34):
on us. We were all awake by now, wandering around
in the dark, and she seemed uneasy. At one point
she made a phone call to a close family friend
that lived in adjoining county, and that's when she found
out that we were directly in the path of a
cell that had reports of several tornadoes. The phone call
was brief and it did little to nothing to calm

(21:55):
her nerves. So we all huddled together, said a prayer,
and she told us all to go back to bed.
We knew we wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon,
so I, being the man of the house decided to
stay up for a while until the warst of the
storm had passed. My brother and sister headed back to
their beds, and I was talking to my mother as

(22:16):
she headed back upstairs to her bed. When she reached
the top of the stairs, I remember seeing her turn
directly to her left, which is where the bed was located,
and she said, good night son. Even with the power out,
there was so much lightning striking around us that we
had fairly good visibility without the use of candles or flashlights,

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so I was able to see her clear the stairway
and head straight to her bed via the light coming
from a large window to the right of the stairway.
Just as I was getting ready to turn toward my
own bedroom, I saw at the top of the stairs
and to the right, between the window and my mother's bed,
a dark, shadowy personage that was as clear as day

(22:57):
in the lightning flashes. The lightning was such a bright
white and that figure was jet black it was unmistakable.
I could see absolutely no features on this person, only
a silhouette, and it was as tall as a normal
adult and built like a woman wearing a farm style dress.
I froze and didn't know what to do as I

(23:18):
saw it moving toward my mother, covering as far as
I could tell, three four feet before the next series
of lightning flashes, in which I found it was gone.
Not a word from my mother, no indication that she
even knew it was there with her. I stood frozen
for what was probably another two or three minutes, listening
for my mother to say something, but she never did.

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I never felt fear, simply confusion as to what I
was looking at. White was there, and white was heading
to my mother's bed. The storm passed without further incident,
and power was restored by the time we awoke the
next morning. It was a weekend, so we were all
at home together, and I asked my mother if she
saw that shape figure in her room just as she

(24:01):
was laying down in bed. She had no idea what
I was even talking about, so I briefly described her
what i'd seen. Her response was a simple shrug, and
she said, maybe it was my guardian angel. Yeah, maybe
that's what it was. I have no idea. I've never
experienced anything else like that since. But my younger brother

(24:22):
had a similar, yet terrifying event several years before that.
He still to this day, swear has happened just as
he described it to us when he was only four
or five years old. Perhaps I can get him to
write that one down and share it with you in
a future day. Anyway, that's my strange encounter, and you're
the first person outside of my family that I've shared
this with. Feel free to use my name as listed below. Thanks,

(24:47):
Signed Jason Kay, German Paranormal Encounter. Hi Steve. I love
your work and I'm filled with delight every time YouTube
notifies me that you've upload vded a new video. I
have numerous stories regarding the paranormal from my twenty six
years on this earth, but I'd like to tell you
one that kick started my whole belief in the paranormal world.

(25:11):
I'm from the County of Staffordshire, England, and in two
thousand and eight, while at secondary school, we went on
a language trip to Germany. This was a week long
trip that consisted of a coach journey down to Dover,
then taking the ferry to Calais, France, and making our
way across to Germany. We left late at night and
arrived early the next morning after traveling through the night,

(25:34):
but as excited fourteen year olds. We were all looking
forward to the trip ahead. We stayed in a quiet
German village in the Rhineland and were put into a
room with four of us, including myself. The hotel was
what you would expect for a school trip, but it
had beds and a roof over our heads, so we
were happy. Strange things began on the first night when

(25:55):
the phone of one of the guys in our room
would keep spontaneously playing the song Every Berth You Take
by the Police. Discontinued throughout our stay. When we first
entered the room, I noticed that there was a painting
as soon as we walked in of a clown. This
was an eerie painting and an odd choice for the room,
as I'd watched the original IT movie on the coach

(26:16):
down to Germany. I was pretty freaked out by this,
but put it down to coincidence. My bed was facing
the picture, and throughout the week I would see orbs
moving past the photograph, but again I chalked it down
to coincidence, as I didn't believe in the paranormal at
that time. It came down to the last day and
we were packed and ready to leave the hotel. Me

(26:37):
and two others were messing around taking pictures of the
room on our phones. When I turned around and overed
my camera over the painting. The painting began to start
swaying from side to side slowly. I stayed in amazement
for a few seconds until the other two what was happening.
They accused me of having moved the picture, but stood
and watched as it began to gain momentum. One of

(26:59):
the guys moved his inger towards the painting, it stop it,
and it slammed off the wall. We ran out of
the room screaming, and were unsurprisingly not believed when we
told our story to the others. The funny thing is
the village, as I said before, was situated in the Rhineland,
which saw a lot of activity in the nineteen thirties
and onward during the rise of Hitler. There had been

(27:21):
a synagogue in the village that had been burned down
during this time. Looking back, knowing what I know now,
there was a tremendous amount of suffering that had taken
place in that village, and whatever was still there had
taken an interest in me and my friends. I've tried
to look up the history of this hotel over the years,
but had no luck. I found out a year later

(27:43):
when the year group below me went on the same
trip that the part of the hotel that we had
stayed in had burned down due to a fire. But
I have no more information on that unfortunately. I want
to thank you for reading this story, and I hope
it wasn't too long. I just hoped that whatever was
in that room with us is now at peace. Thank you,

(28:03):
Signed Alex Strange encounter in Indiana. Hello. I follow your
channel on YouTube and thought I would share something very
strange that happened to me when I was in high school.
I grew up in rural Indiana and the roads I
drove back and forth to high school were all back
country roads. There's a crossroads on the way where a

(28:25):
church and a graveyard sit. The church has always looked
to hold and ran down, and honestly, I've never seen
more than one car there, and that was rare. I
almost never went by it on Sundays, So I suppose
that's not strange. This crossroad fits the stereotypical cell your
sould at the crossroads vibe. It's in the middle of nowhere,

(28:45):
next to a church and a graveyard. I was heavily
involved in a music and band, so it was not
rare for me to be coming home from a practice
at dusk. One night, I was driving home and the
sun was setting. When I got close to the church,
I could see four cars parked in the driveway and
the grass next to it. I glanced over because I

(29:06):
rarely see cars there. I could see that every car
was full, meaning every seat had someone in it. All
the people were looking directly forward, away from the road,
and no one seemed to be moving. The sum was
at the right angle, so I could easily see their silhouettes.
I slowed down to turn because my term was practically

(29:27):
across the street from the church. No one ever moved
or appeared to be talking. It was very bizarre. Had
one person turned around talking, or had I seen any movement,
I would have blown it off and not thought twice,
assuming that it was to be a church function. I
went real slow up the road, watching the cars in
my rearview mirror, and there was no detectable movement in

(29:50):
the cars. It was almost as if someone had put
mannequins in the cars. But I drove close enough to
see that that wasn't the case, or it was, they
were highly detailed. I drove on and stopped at my
buddy's house, which was a couple of miles from the spot.
I told him the story about what I saw, but

(30:11):
he didn't seem that interested or thought I was blessing him.
I stayed there for about an hour and it was
dark now. As I was leaving, he asked if I
wanted to drive back and see if they were still there.
I of course said yes. He got in my car
and we headed back to the church. When we rolled up,
the cars were still there, but no one was in them.

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It did appear that there were people in the church,
but all the church lights were off, but a few
candles could be seen. We decided they were doing some
church thing, and I headed back to drop my buddy
off and head home. The next day, I drove to
school and when I came to the crossroads, there was
a huge burnt spot in the middle of the crossroads
and one of the fields had caught fire. The fire

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must have been put out in the night or early morning,
but you could clearly see where it burnt. I was
probably seventeen then, and I still think about that at forty.
Had it not been because of the people in the cars,
some of which appeared to be adults, I would have
blown off the whole thing as kids messing around. It

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appeared to be cult like activity, and still to this
day I wish I would have stayed in spite on them.
I included a couple of Google Earth pixels, the Crossroads
and the Church. Feel free to use my story. Just
notify me if you do so I can check it out. Thanks,
signed Brandon Well friends. That wraps it up for volume seven.

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