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The following events happened tomy father in the late 60s when
he was about seven or eight years.
Old I have. Changed the names for privacy
growing up in a rural Canadian town to a poor family my.
Father Dean and his siblings. Never had much in the way of
entertainment. Often left.
Unsupervised were all too frequently left to their own
devices, giving them ample opportunity to indulge in
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interesting. And sometimes dangerous
activities after. Accumulating several injuries
this way. Rather than putting their foot
down, Dean's. Parents chose a more.
Hands off approach. The children's misadventures
became. All too easy to.
Ignore completely. On a warm summer evening, the
sun still burning high in the sky, Dean found himself
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wandering the neighborhood with three of his good friends who
lived nearby, spending most of the day roughhousing and pulling
pranks. The group of kids decided.
Their fun just wasn't over yet and brainstormed on where to
play next. One of Dean's friends, Thomas,
suggested they go play in the local quarry as there were
plenty of boulders and sand dunes to climb on being a year
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or so older. Than the other boys.
Thomas's ideas always seemed like good ones, and so they all
headed out to. The Big Pit.
Upon arriving at the quarry, dunes upon dunes of sand loomed
over them and the group of kids headed straight for the tallest
one. They all took turns climbing up
and sliding down through the sand.
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They were having what seemed. Like innocent fun and had no
idea their. Fun was about to quickly.
Come to a terrifying end. Atop the dune, Thomas readied
himself to slide down to his friends waiting below Dean and
the other two boys. Will and Jason sat on the lower
part of the dune, cheering on Thomas.
But as he began to slide. Their cheers turned into screams
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of horror. With Thomas came an avalanche of
heavy sand, engulfing the three boys entirely.
Unable to stop, Thomas rode the wave of sand to the bottom of
the dune and quickly realized that his friends were all buried
alive in its wake. Frantically, Thomas started
digging through the sand. A minute passed before he could
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hear a faint voice from beneath the dirt.
He. Clawed and clawed.
Until he eventually uncovered Dean, out of breath and pale as
a ghost. Having been sat higher up on the
dune and his two friends, Dean had been fairly close to the
surface. After the avalanche, the two
continued to dig randomly, not knowing where or how deep Will
and Jason were in the pile of sand.
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Realizing the severity of the situation, they knew they needed
help. They separated, each running
home as fast as they. Could.
Dean burst through the door of his house, yelling to his
parents that his friends were buried in the quarry and that he
desperately needed help digging them out.
Covered head to to toe in sand and obviously distressed, his
parents took one look at him andshook their heads.
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Rather than help and concern, hegot a lecture.
They didn't believe his story atall.
He continued to beg them for help, but to no avail.
Eventually getting impatient, Dean fled the house to head back
to the quarry, hoping that Thomas's parents hadn't been so
ignorant. He arrived shortly to find
Thomas, his parents and several neighbors digging furiously
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through the sand. After several minutes the boys
bodies were found amongst the sand, completely limp.
It was too late. Ambulances came and officers got
details from Dean and Thomas. The two surviving boys never
spoke again after the accident. Dean was never given any of the
support or resources he needed to deal with the traumatic
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events that day. He lost his best friends in an
instant and has never truly found closure.
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It was early April. And I had just gotten home from
a long day of shopping. I decided to get some.
Dinner and watch videos on my phone for a while.
A couple hours passed and I decided I was bored and asked my
parents if I could go on a walk.By this time it was almost 7:30
PM and it was starting to get dark.
Outside. But I thought why not since it
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would be a short walk. I grabbed my phone and headed
down the stairs and out the door.
I decided I would. Walk up a hill near my house,
certain that I would be back down before it was.
Pitch black outside this. Hill had a one lane Rd. going up
it with. Close to 4 foot tall grass on
the side. Halfway up the hill, I realized.
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I had underestimated how dark itwas going to get because by this
time. I could barely see. 10 feet in
front of. Me because after all.
A phone flashlight isn't very far ranged.
I reached the top of the hill and looked at my phone for a
minute, realizing it was at 20%.I turned to start back down the
hill. But as I did.
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I saw a person walking with a. Flashlight up the hill.
The person started waving the flashlight around in circles.
I thought the person might be trying to get my attention.
So I waited. At the top for them to catch up
to me. But as they got.
Closer I realized the mistake I had made.
Now I am not the type of person to judge, but this person was
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really scary looking. They had frizzy dark hair, a
heavy coat on, mind you it was close to 70°F outside, and long
baggy pants. But what freaked me out the most
was the sound they were making. They made a weird humming sound
but it sounded like they had their tongue on the roof of
their mouth. It was a low sound.
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I was getting really nervous at this point so I decided I wasn't
going to wait for them. I started walking along the road
again, hoping I could find another road to walk onto.
My plan was to find another roadand then Sprint home after.
They got up the hill. And I could see them again.
They screamed at me. It wasn't a word though, just
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gibberish. I started walking faster because
at this. Point It was totally pitch
black. Outside besides this person's
light and I could barely see because I turned my phone off
to. Preserve the battery life.
Finally, I saw a trail going into a patch of trees.
I ran towards it. The person must have seen me
start running because they picked up their.
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Pace I was being chased. The trail started going downhill
and I could see some dim St. lights at the bottom.
The person kept running after meonly to get faster as the trail
headed down. After about 5 seconds of
running, I hear the person gruntloudly only to realize they had
fallen. Their flashlight rolled down the
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hill. I didn't care, I just ran until
I got back on a Rd. I eventually made it back.
Home and told my. Parents, what had happened?
They scolded me and called me selfish because I didn't see if
the person needed my help. But what they failed to?
Realize is if they really needed.
Help, they would have said. Something instead of chasing me.
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Now I refuse to walk alone at night, and I highly recommend
that you don't either. You never know who you might
meet on a dark Rd. I am a mail carrier here in
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California. A big part of my job is
delivering Amazon packages and as you can imagine, my workload
has increased significantly during the last year or so.
As per usual, this has increasedthe number of strange encounters
I've. Had.
My current route for the past six months led me through
multiple subdivisions of large beautiful homes like swimming
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pools with hot tubs in every backyard.
Given the past year, I have noticed people, mainly older
folk, have really taken to coming outside to talk to me
across their yards. I don't mind at all, but try to
keep it short so I don't fall behind on deliveries.
One of my favorite residents is an older lady who I will.
Call Missus Lithgow. For the sake of this story, she
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must be well into her 70s and loves.
To chat about everything. Going on in the neighborhood,
it's not unusual for her to report back that so and so has
left their lawn unattended for two months, or that they have
strange visitors at odd hours. I.
Usually just nod and smile. The house, across the street
from Missus Lithgow, was only listed for sale for a few days
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when it was purchased. Really quickly.
Shortly thereafter, my truck began to fill up with Amazon
packages for whoever lived there.
Missus Lithgow noticed right away and told me a week later
that the packages would stay in their pile until night time and
then will have disappeared by morning.
This didn't seem strange to me at the time.
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Missus Lithgow became further concerned and began telling me
that there always seemed to be alot of screaming coming from the
house later in the evening. I hadn't heard anything but my.
Deliveries were always earlier. In the morning, my first strange
encounter was dropping off a. Stack of packages.
I had loaded my arms way higher than I'm supposed to and was
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waddling up the path. I felt my foot hit something
hard and thought I felt it break.
I set the stack down into my horror, realized.
I had kicked a bag of garbage that had.
Fallen open, sticking out of thetop was a jar with what looked
like blood inside. It was leaking onto the hot
stone path and as soon as I had stopped, the smell was
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unbearable. I also noticed.
That there was a creepy. Doll in the bag, I quickly
finished my delivery and got outof there.
I thought about calling the police, but honestly I was
afraid to, so I talked myself out of it.
Misses Lithgow approached me a few weeks later telling me that
she had finally met the homeowner.
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After the whole bottle incident,I was pretty interested to know
who lived there, Missus Lithgow said.
It was a petite pink haired woman who said she was living
there with her autistic charge Missus.
Lithgow thought it was so. Strange that this young woman
lived there alone with this other person, but no one was
ever seen coming or going. I chalked it up to the virus and
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went on with my day. Missus Lithgow, however, did
not. The next day she came racing to
the side of the road. I had to remind her to stay 6
feet away, but she was. Shouting.
That there had been an incident.Apparently the woman living in
the house and the man she cared for had been spotted outside in
the backyard. Kids were playing a few houses
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down and came running in yellingthat the autistic man had
threatened to kill them after yelling at them.
Do you know who I am? I'll admit I wanted to know
more, but didn't have the time to ask questions.
Another time she told me that pink smoke had billowed out of
the house and two people came running out screaming.
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After. That I didn't see Missus Lithgow
as she had left town to visit one of her kids.
The house stayed quiet and I continue to leave stacks and
stacks of packages there. I began to notice that the names
on the packages were often different, lots of times just
being. Fat Goblin.
Quote UN quote and other weird things.
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I once ran into two electriciansleaving the house.
As I passed. Them one of them said that house
is full of cat feces full of it when my route was slightly
altered so their address was. Later in the day I also started
to hear the yelling that I thinkMisses Lithgow had been
referring to. It definitely was a grown man
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and he was constantly yelling almost incoherent things like.
Me 'cause crying at first. I thought he might have been
yelling at me, but several timesI noticed he was yelling before
I even approached the house. I thought maybe it was linked to
his diagnosis. Honestly, none of these
occurrences were that weird to me given some of the other
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experiences I've had. A few weeks ago.
I had to deliver a package that required a signature.
I had never actually seen anyonethere myself, but I knocked
anyways. I heard a small shriek and
shuffling about. Concerned, I walked toward.
The side of the house. But still in front and yelled
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hello. I need a signature for a package
here. The shuffling continued.
I went back to the front door toknock one last time and to leave
a note letting them know where they could pick it up.
I suddenly heard loud and fast stomping from inside the house.
I peeked into the glass of the door to see if someone was
coming. It was a stocky man dressed in a
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spandex suit from head to toe. He was holding some kind of
weapon and waved it in the air. I stepped back in shock.
I froze, just for a second, longenough to hear him yell.
You're not safe here. That was enough to get me moving
again. I turned and began to run.
As I raced down the driveway andback into my truck, I could now
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fully see the man holding his weapon yelling I.
Kill. I took off.
I called my supervisor immediately but was told there
is nothing we can do about. It.
Because technically I was on hisproperty and he never.
Directly threatened me. I still think I should.
Have called the police. I began leaving the packages at
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the end of their driveway and have not heard or seen anyone in
that house again. On the morning of March 20th,
2021, I saw a post online stating that the Boeing X37-B
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Orbital Test Vehicle would be visible in the night sky over
the northern United States and southern Canada.
I have never really been that interested in space to be
honest, but I do enjoy stargazing from time to time and
it was a clear night so I decided to head out into the
hills to try and catch a glimpseof the craft.
I tried to convince my boyfriendto come with me, but he was too
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busy playing Fortnite or whatever shooter game was
popular at the time. I threw an old lawn chair into
the back of my new Toyota Tacomaand drove 15 minutes outside of
town to where I knew there was alookout.
It was at the end of a long deadend dirt Rd. that went up the.
Backside of a ski hill. And came out into a large open
area that overlooked part of theresort, but more importantly
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gave an incredible view of the stars.
I was hoping that no one else would be up there since it was
the closest thing we had to a lover's lane where teenagers
would go to fool around in theirparents cars.
Fortunately, I got lucky that night as the little parking area
was completely deserted. I set up my lawn chair on the
grass a few feet away from my truck and gazed up at the
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beautiful night sky. Even with the almost full moon
lighting up the night, there wasan incredible amount of stars
visible. It was almost overwhelming,
especially considering I really had no idea what I was even
looking for. I was assuming that I wouldn't
actually be able to see the craft itself and that it would
just be some moving lights in the sky, but I didn't know for
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sure. Every plane passing overhead
gave me a little rush until I realized.
What it was? Finally, 8:45 PM rolled around,
exactly when the post online said it would appear.
And there it was, coming over the horizon from the West, this
glowing orb of light moving quickly across the night sky.
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It had a faint ring around it, kind of like the full moon often
gets on a clear night, and I knew right away it had to be
the. Craft.
I tried to snap a few pictures but of course phone cameras can
never. Capture the true.
Beauty of the night. After about 5 minutes it had
disappeared off to the east and I was getting cold so I decided
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to head home and packed up my chair and got back into my
truck. A funny thing about the new
Toyota Tacomas is that they comewith a GoPro mount on the
windshield just to the right of the rear view mirror.
I guess Toyota finally noticed that these trucks are almost
exclusively purchased by outdooradventure seekers.
I am no exception to that and sometimes likes to record
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footage of my drives on scenic back roads on my way to and from
a mountain biking trail to add to the video.
Often times though, this meant that I would get home and leave
the camera on my windshield. Well, this time apparently was
no exception, because as I got back in the truck I noticed the
camera sitting there next to my mirror and laughed to myself
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that I had done it again. Then I noticed something
strange. The camera was on and the little
red recording light was blinkingnormally if I left my GoPro in
the truck or even unattended somewhere in the house.
The battery would just die. And I definitely didn't turn the
camera on, so this was really weird.
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I was curious though as to whether or not the camera picked
up anything, since it was a rather bright night out and my
truck was pointed in roughly theright direction that it might
have picked up the craft coming over the horizon.
I pulled up the GoPro app on my phone to have a look at the
footage and was expecting to seesome of the drive there, but the
video started with the truck already.
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Parked at the lookout, I. Wasn't in the shot sitting in my
lawn chair so it was pretty much.
Just a shot of this guy. I saw.
Briefly, what I believed. To be the craft in the corner of
the video, but it was hard to tell on such a small screen with
terrible video quality due to the low light conditions.
I was about to turn the video off when I noticed movement off
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to the right. A large dark.
Shape that I couldn't quite makeout was moving towards the truck
as it got. Closer.
I could see it more clearly as it was above the horizon on the
video, so it was silhouetted against the bright night sky.
It was a huge animal. Based on its height, it had to
have been at least 8 feet tall on its hind legs.
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I couldn't tell if it was horns or ears protruding from its
head, but it definitely had something on top.
It turned its head and I caught a flash of red in its eyes as it
did, and then it disappeared from the video.
That was all I could take. I started the truck and peeled
out down the dirt Rd., sending gravel everywhere as I went.
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I have been sitting out there mere feet away from this
creature without even knowing itwas there.
I kept expecting it to leap out of the trees any second and flip
my truck with its massive arms or something.
But it didn't. Every little shadow my
headlights cast on the trees made me jump thinking it was the
animal. I just couldn't get that image
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of its silhouette out of my mind.
I made it to the main road and flew back towards town, doing
well above the speed limit and when I got back to the house my
heart felt like it was going to explode.
My boyfriend was obviously quiteconcerned when he saw me walk
into the house in tears and asked me what was wrong.
I could barely string a sentencetogether and told him to have a
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look at the video. I handed him my GoPro and my
phone and he tried to get it to work but couldn't.
He pulled the SD card out and put it into his laptop, and
while he was doing that I calmeddown enough to somewhat describe
what had happened to my dismay when he tried to pull up the.
Video. The footage was all corrupted,
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some skiing footage from the winter still left on that card
was fine, but the one clip I needed to prove my story was
gone. My boyfriend said it was
probably just a bear since they have been known to walk on their
hind legs and showed me several videos of bears doing just.
That. Even that's not exactly a
comforting thought, but unfortunately I don't think it
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was a bear anyway. All the videos he showed me of
bears walking on 2 legs looked almost comical, since they
really do look more like a humanin a bear suit than a real bear.
The way they move is rather clumsy, in stark contrast to the
very smooth and methodical movements of the beast that I
had seen. The silhouette also didn't look
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the same, but without the video footage to directly compare and
only my panicked memory to go on, who knows what it truly was.
All I know is I definitely will not be venturing out into the
woods alone at night ever again.I firmly believe that no
technical error with my GoPro could have possibly turned it on
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at that exact right moment to capture the beast, and that
whatever the beast. Was.
It must have had something to dowith the camera turning on, and
I also believe it had something to do with the corrupt footage.
It didn't want me to be able to prove its existence, but it
definitely wanted me to see it and to know that it was watching
me, possibly as a warning not totrespass on its territory again.
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I am a 27 year old man from Dallas, TX and as far back as I
can remember I have always had some sort of weird intuition
about things, places, etcetera. My mom even says as a kid I used
to sleepwalk. She would tuck me into bed, go
through the bathroom to my sister's room.
Hers in my bedroom were connected through the bathroom
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at that time and she said that when she would get to the
stairs. There I would be just.
Standing there staring at her, very unaware of anything other
times, she said. She would wake up and I would be
standing next to her. Bed just staring at her.
But that's just a little back story.
When I was 24, I'm 27 now, I hadjust gotten into a relationship
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with my now ex-boyfriend who is still my best friend.
We had been at my place chillingand hanging out having a great
time, and he had gotten up to use the bathroom while I stayed
on the couch trying to find something else to watch.
And while he was in the bathroomI suddenly started noticing the
lights begin to flicker. Now to any normal person this is
no big deal really, and it wasn't really to me at first
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either. That is until I began to hear
what sounded like my mother's voice calling my name from what
sounded like outside my front door coming up the stairs.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was 12/30 at night and
started to panic a little about what she could possibly be
coming to tell me so late. So I got off the couch to let
her in before she could knock, but when I opened the door she
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wasn't there. She wasn't coming up the stairs.
I went to the outside balcony and her car wasn't even outside.
My boyfriend came out of the bathroom and asked me what I was
doing. With the door open.
And I told him I thought I heardmy mom.
He responded confused this late?We both chuckled and sat back on
the couch to watch a movie. But I remember I wasn't feeling
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comfortable anymore. It was about 2:00 AM when my
boyfriend and I decided to call it a night.
I walked him out the door, kissed him good night and before
he walked down to his car he turned and looked at me sort of
puzzled and said be safe. Now this may not seem weird or
eerie, but the thing about it was I was at my home.
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We usually would only tell each other when we were leaving the
other's house and driving home. And the way he said it as if he
was absolutely terrified that this was the last time that we
would see each other. I told him I will watch him get
into his car and drive away. I went back into my apartment
and immediately went to my room to go to bed.
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I laid down and turned on an episode of Golden Girls.
I began to feel myself drifting off to sleep and eventually just
fell asleep while I was. Sleeping I kept.
Feeling like someone was entering my room, I kept sensing
my bedroom door opening and closing and someone just
hovering watching me. I found myself not being able to
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wake up and see what was actually going on, but also
knowing it wasn't an episode of sleep paralysis, which I've also
experienced. The final time I sensed my door
opening, a figure popped into myhead and was standing in my
room. At first I couldn't.
Make it out. But then my mind cleared and it
was scarred from The Lion King. At least the head was scarred.
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He was wearing a black suit and had human legs and glowing red
eyes. He stood in my doorway.
He flicked out one of his claws on his paw.
Like you do a switchblade. In an old movie and I remember
it being a really loud flick. He licked his lips and said rest
now young one. After that I just remember being
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awoken by my phone ringing. It was my mom.
I answered groggy and still halfasleep to her asking are you OK?
Something told me to call and check on you.
I sat up and realized it was daylight outside.
I looked down at the phone and also saw that it was 12:30 in
the afternoon. I rubbed my eyes and said I was
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fine, just trouble sleeping. I then asked had she come by my
place last night at all and she said I was going to but I
decided to head home instead. How did you know I?
Lied and told her I. Didn't just asked.
Now call me paranoid or crazy, but as soon as I moved out of
that apt I had actually forgotten about this whole
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ordeal until my ex asked me recently.
Do you remember that time your mom came over at like midnight?
It actually sent chills down my spine when the whole night came
flooding back to me. Scar has only come back twice
since I've moved and sometimes randomly I can still hear the
flick of his nail. Lion King nightmares.
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They are the worst. I live in a rather rural area,
the kind of place where you bothknow what to expect and don't
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know what to expect. People here tend to be latched
onto the older way of thinking and living, and I'm all for
that. That being said.
It is easy to. Assume that nothing much happens
here, at least nothing that would really raise any red
flags. The thing is, about five years
ago, something abnormal did happen.
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Five years ago I thought I was going to lose my life.
Due to a case of. Wrong place, wrong time in the
parking lot of an all you can eat buffet.
I was in middle school at the time and was having one of the
worst school years, yet luck didn't seem to be on my side so
of. Course, this day wouldn't.
Be any different? My family, grandpa, mom and
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little sister had gone to churchthat morning and had taken my
friend and her younger sister. As well.
Once it was over, my mom decidedthat we would treat ourselves to
an early lunch and headed over to a local all you can eat
buffet. It was a humble place and the
atmosphere of the farm around itwas peaceful.
It lulled you into a sense of security.
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We were waiting in the lobby area, sitting on a bench, when
two women came in. They both seemed to be in their
40's. The taller woman was obviously
the leader of the two, and the shorter woman seemed to hang
back, letting the other do the talking, chiming in here and
there. The taller woman was gushing
over how adorable my sister. Was to her.
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She was in elementary school at the time and kept saying how she
looked like a Princess. We thought she was just an
overly expressive and nice womanand left it at that as we walked
to our table and got settled in.Fast forward and we are eating
dessert. I had gotten my usual, that
being a mixed vanilla and chocolate ice cream topped off
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with Oreo bits, caramel, and twomarshmallows covered in
chocolate from the chocolate fountain.
Yes, I know I kind of went overboard, but whatever.
I was a kid. I was about 3.
Fourths of the way done with my dish when the 2 ladies suddenly
appeared at our table. I immediately thought it was odd
that they deliberately searched us out in there but kept eating.
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The lead woman got to talking about herself and revealed she
was a church official, she claimed.
To work in a sort of. Crisis center at her church
located in Delaware. Her friend.
I cannot remember whether she actually told anything about
herself, but if she did, none ofus can recall it.
They then told my mom and grandpa that they had a gift for
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my sister, and I admit I was kind of jealous upon hearing
that of course she was getting agift.
The woman pulled some letters out of her purse and showed them
to my mom and sister. She told us that she was pen
pals of the sort with Princess Kate.
I later would learn from my mom that the letters were basically
automatic replies, not actual letters from Kate herself.
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So nothing special really. It's like the equivalent of
getting the answering machine toa secretary in the mall.
But nonetheless, my mom went along with it.
Then, to my surprise, the woman said she had a gift for me, but
unlike the gift for my sister, which had been in her.
Purse. She said mine was in her car.
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Red flags immediately went up inmy head.
There was no way I was going with this random lady alone out
to her car. My mom, to this day I have no
idea what she was thinking, toldher that I could go so long as
my grandpa went with me. My grandpa gave my mom a what
are you talking about? Why should we go with them?
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Look and turn to me. I hesitated but we walked out
with the two women. At this point, knowing the head
woman was a church official, I figured she was going to give me
a Bible or something. My grandpa, in his late 50s,
seemed uneasy and stuck close tome.
As we approached the car, I saw that it was in fact, not a car
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at all. It was a van.
A white van. Cliche, I know, but it's the
truth. We followed the two women over
and the leader walked over to the passenger side.
We were right behind her but hadfailed to notice.
The other woman lagged behind and placed herself between US
and the exit between the van andthe other car.
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The lead woman was in front of us, meaning we were boxed in, no
way out. The leader unlocked her doors
and pulled open the sliding door, ducking inside.
My grandpa seemed to tense up, his eyes darting around.
He had noticed the other woman was blocking us off and was on
edge. He had a bad feeling about this
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and was fully prepared to fight these women to save me if need
be. Then something that I never
would have dreamed of happened. The woman, after rummaging
around in her van, emerged wielding a sword.
And not some fake prop sword that you get a party city or
something. A legit sword glinting in the
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Gray autumn light, it's hilt adorned with details and jewels.
I just about crapped my pants. I thought this was the end.
I was going to die by the blade of some psychotic church
official in the parking lot of arural buffet.
My grandpa's eyes went wide and I saw his hands clenched into
fists and he prepared to knock this woman out.
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This seemed to go in slow motion, taking forever, but was
only a few seconds. And then, as my life flashed
before my eyes, this woman askedus what our names were.
The sword was still in her hand,but she didn't swing it at us.
I was terrified, thinking this woman was the kind of killer who
likes to know her victim's name.Before doing the deed, I told
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her my name. She then performed a small
ceremony reciting some religiousstatements and lowered the blade
to touch both of my shoulders one at a time.
She then brought it down to my head and raised it, bringing it
in front of herself straight into the air and proclaimed me
Sir, insert my name, a knight ofGod.
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She asked the same of my grandpaand after getting his name did
the same for him. She told us that she hoped we
liked our gifts and still shell shocked, we thanked her and my
grandpa and I left the two women.
We speed walked inside, found our table and proceeded to fill
my mom in on what just happened.She didn't believe us at first,
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but we soon convinced her. My grandpa and I both scolded
her for making us go out with these women.
My grandpa was especially angry.If that woman had other
intentions with that sword, we would both be dead.
The women didn't come back over to us and oddly enough we didn't
see them when leaving. We never saw those women again,
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and suffice it to say I'm glad they weirded me out and I just
hoped they went back to Delawarewhere they belonged.
Maybe they could knight other random strangers along the way.
It's been half a decade now since my grandpa and I were
proclaimed Knights. My close friends sometimes refer
to me as Sir, which I find funny.
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I never let my mom live that down either, prodding her about
it whenever I get the chance. All in good fun of course.
It's also a fantastic story to tell people and get them
interested in you, and no one I have met has been able to taught
me. When we get to sharing.
Now, one last thing is always lingered in the back of my mind,
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something that still unsettles me to this day.
About two weeks prior to this event, there had been some
beheadings a few states over that had made the news.
It makes me wonder, could it have been those two women?
Was I knighted by a murderer? Yeah.
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The following events happened tomy father in the late 60s when
he was about seven or eight years.
Old I have. Changed the names for privacy
growing up in a rural Canadian town to a poor family my.
Father Dean and his siblings. Never had much in the way of
entertainment. Often left.
Unsupervised were all too frequently left to their own
devices, giving them ample opportunity to indulge in
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interesting. And sometimes dangerous
activities after. Accumulating several injuries
this way. Rather than putting their foot
down, Dean's. Parents chose a more.
Hands off approach. The children's misadventures
became. All too easy to.
Ignore completely. On a warm summer evening, the
sun still burning high in the sky, Dean found himself
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wandering the neighborhood with three of his good friends who
lived nearby, spending most of the day roughhousing and pulling
pranks. The group of kids decided.
Their fun just wasn't over yet and brainstormed on where to
play next. One of Dean's friends, Thomas,
suggested they go play in the local quarry as there were
plenty of boulders and sand dunes to climb on being a year
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or so older. Than the other boys.
Thomas's ideas always seemed like good ones, and so they all
headed out to. The Big Pit.
Upon arriving at the quarry, dunes upon dunes of sand loomed
over them and the group of kids headed straight for the tallest
one. They all took turns climbing up
and sliding down through the sand.
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They were having what seemed. Like innocent fun and had no
idea their. Fun was about to quickly.
Come to a terrifying end. Atop the dune, Thomas readied
himself to slide down to his friends waiting below Dean and
the other two boys. Will and Jason sat on the lower
part of the dune, cheering on Thomas.
But as he began to slide. Their cheers turned into screams
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of horror. With Thomas came an avalanche of
heavy sand, engulfing the three boys entirely.
Unable to stop, Thomas rode the wave of sand to the bottom of
the dune and quickly realized that his friends were all buried
alive in its wake. Frantically, Thomas started
digging through the sand. A minute passed before he could
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hear a faint voice from beneath the dirt.
He. Clawed and clawed.
Until he eventually uncovered Dean, out of breath and pale as
a ghost. Having been sat higher up on the
dune and his two friends, Dean had been fairly close to the
surface. After the avalanche, the two
continued to dig randomly, not knowing where or how deep Will
and Jason were in the pile of sand.
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Realizing the severity of the situation, they knew they needed
help. They separated, each running
home as fast as they. Could.
Dean burst through the door of his house, yelling to his
parents that his friends were buried in the quarry and that he
desperately needed help digging them out.
Covered head to to toe in sand and obviously distressed, his
parents took one look at him andshook their heads.
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Rather than help and concern, hegot a lecture.
They didn't believe his story atall.
He continued to beg them for help, but to no avail.
Eventually getting impatient, Dean fled the house to head back
to the quarry, hoping that Thomas's parents hadn't been so
ignorant. He arrived shortly to find
Thomas, his parents and several neighbors digging furiously
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through the sand. After several minutes the boys
bodies were found amongst the sand, completely limp.
It was too late. Ambulances came and officers got
details from Dean and Thomas. The two surviving boys never
spoke again after the accident. Dean was never given any of the
support or resources he needed to deal with the traumatic
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events that day. He lost his best friends in an
instant and has never truly found closure.
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It was early April. And I had just gotten home from
a long day of shopping. I decided to get some.
Dinner and watch videos on my phone for a while.
A couple hours passed and I decided I was bored and asked my
parents if I could go on a walk.By this time it was almost 7:30
PM and it was starting to get dark.
Outside. But I thought why not since it
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would be a short walk. I grabbed my phone and headed
down the stairs and out the door.
I decided I would. Walk up a hill near my house,
certain that I would be back down before it was.
Pitch black outside this. Hill had a one lane Rd. going up
it with. Close to 4 foot tall grass on
the side. Halfway up the hill, I realized.
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I had underestimated how dark itwas going to get because by this
time. I could barely see. 10 feet in
front of. Me because after all.
A phone flashlight isn't very far ranged.
I reached the top of the hill and looked at my phone for a
minute, realizing it was at 20%.I turned to start back down the
hill. But as I did.
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I saw a person walking with a. Flashlight up the hill.
The person started waving the flashlight around in circles.
I thought the person might be trying to get my attention.
So I waited. At the top for them to catch up
to me. But as they got.
Closer I realized the mistake I had made.
Now I am not the type of person to judge, but this person was
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really scary looking. They had frizzy dark hair, a
heavy coat on, mind you it was close to 70°F outside, and long
baggy pants. But what freaked me out the most
was the sound they were making. They made a weird humming sound
but it sounded like they had their tongue on the roof of
their mouth. It was a low sound.
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I was getting really nervous at this point so I decided I wasn't
going to wait for them. I started walking along the road
again, hoping I could find another road to walk onto.
My plan was to find another roadand then Sprint home after.
They got up the hill. And I could see them again.
They screamed at me. It wasn't a word though, just
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gibberish. I started walking faster because
at this. Point It was totally pitch
black. Outside besides this person's
light and I could barely see because I turned my phone off
to. Preserve the battery life.
Finally, I saw a trail going into a patch of trees.
I ran towards it. The person must have seen me
start running because they picked up their.
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Pace I was being chased. The trail started going downhill
and I could see some dim St. lights at the bottom.
The person kept running after meonly to get faster as the trail
headed down. After about 5 seconds of
running, I hear the person gruntloudly only to realize they had
fallen. Their flashlight rolled down the
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hill. I didn't care, I just ran until
I got back on a Rd. I eventually made it back.
Home and told my. Parents, what had happened?
They scolded me and called me selfish because I didn't see if
the person needed my help. But what they failed to?
Realize is if they really needed.
Help, they would have said. Something instead of chasing me.
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Now I refuse to walk alone at night, and I highly recommend
that you don't either. You never know who you might
meet on a dark Rd. I am a mail carrier here in
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California. A big part of my job is
delivering Amazon packages and as you can imagine, my workload
has increased significantly during the last year or so.
As per usual, this has increasedthe number of strange encounters
I've. Had.
My current route for the past six months led me through
multiple subdivisions of large beautiful homes like swimming
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pools with hot tubs in every backyard.
Given the past year, I have noticed people, mainly older
folk, have really taken to coming outside to talk to me
across their yards. I don't mind at all, but try to
keep it short so I don't fall behind on deliveries.
One of my favorite residents is an older lady who I will.
Call Missus Lithgow. For the sake of this story, she
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must be well into her 70s and loves.
To chat about everything. Going on in the neighborhood,
it's not unusual for her to report back that so and so has
left their lawn unattended for two months, or that they have
strange visitors at odd hours. I.
Usually just nod and smile. The house, across the street
from Missus Lithgow, was only listed for sale for a few days
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when it was purchased. Really quickly.
Shortly thereafter, my truck began to fill up with Amazon
packages for whoever lived there.
Missus Lithgow noticed right away and told me a week later
that the packages would stay in their pile until night time and
then will have disappeared by morning.
This didn't seem strange to me at the time.
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Missus Lithgow became further concerned and began telling me
that there always seemed to be alot of screaming coming from the
house later in the evening. I hadn't heard anything but my.
Deliveries were always earlier. In the morning, my first strange
encounter was dropping off a. Stack of packages.
I had loaded my arms way higher than I'm supposed to and was
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waddling up the path. I felt my foot hit something
hard and thought I felt it break.
I set the stack down into my horror, realized.
I had kicked a bag of garbage that had.
Fallen open, sticking out of thetop was a jar with what looked
like blood inside. It was leaking onto the hot
stone path and as soon as I had stopped, the smell was
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unbearable. I also noticed.
That there was a creepy. Doll in the bag, I quickly
finished my delivery and got outof there.
I thought about calling the police, but honestly I was
afraid to, so I talked myself out of it.
Misses Lithgow approached me a few weeks later telling me that
she had finally met the homeowner.
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After the whole bottle incident,I was pretty interested to know
who lived there, Missus Lithgow said.
It was a petite pink haired woman who said she was living
there with her autistic charge Missus.
Lithgow thought it was so. Strange that this young woman
lived there alone with this other person, but no one was
ever seen coming or going. I chalked it up to the virus and
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went on with my day. Missus Lithgow, however, did
not. The next day she came racing to
the side of the road. I had to remind her to stay 6
feet away, but she was. Shouting.
That there had been an incident.Apparently the woman living in
the house and the man she cared for had been spotted outside in
the backyard. Kids were playing a few houses
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down and came running in yellingthat the autistic man had
threatened to kill them after yelling at them.
Do you know who I am? I'll admit I wanted to know
more, but didn't have the time to ask questions.
Another time she told me that pink smoke had billowed out of
the house and two people came running out screaming.
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After. That I didn't see Missus Lithgow
as she had left town to visit one of her kids.
The house stayed quiet and I continue to leave stacks and
stacks of packages there. I began to notice that the names
on the packages were often different, lots of times just
being. Fat Goblin.
Quote UN quote and other weird things.
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I once ran into two electriciansleaving the house.
As I passed. Them one of them said that house
is full of cat feces full of it when my route was slightly
altered so their address was. Later in the day I also started
to hear the yelling that I thinkMisses Lithgow had been
referring to. It definitely was a grown man
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and he was constantly yelling almost incoherent things like.
Me 'cause crying at first. I thought he might have been
yelling at me, but several timesI noticed he was yelling before
I even approached the house. I thought maybe it was linked to
his diagnosis. Honestly, none of these
occurrences were that weird to me given some of the other
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experiences I've had. A few weeks ago.
I had to deliver a package that required a signature.
I had never actually seen anyonethere myself, but I knocked
anyways. I heard a small shriek and
shuffling about. Concerned, I walked toward.
The side of the house. But still in front and yelled
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hello. I need a signature for a package
here. The shuffling continued.
I went back to the front door toknock one last time and to leave
a note letting them know where they could pick it up.
I suddenly heard loud and fast stomping from inside the house.
I peeked into the glass of the door to see if someone was
coming. It was a stocky man dressed in a
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spandex suit from head to toe. He was holding some kind of
weapon and waved it in the air. I stepped back in shock.
I froze, just for a second, longenough to hear him yell.
You're not safe here. That was enough to get me moving
again. I turned and began to run.
As I raced down the driveway andback into my truck, I could now
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fully see the man holding his weapon yelling I.
Kill. I took off.
I called my supervisor immediately but was told there
is nothing we can do about. It.
Because technically I was on hisproperty and he never.
Directly threatened me. I still think I should.
Have called the police. I began leaving the packages at
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the end of their driveway and have not heard or seen anyone in
that house again. On the morning of March 20th,
2021, I saw a post online stating that the Boeing X37-B
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Orbital Test Vehicle would be visible in the night sky over
the northern United States and southern Canada.
I have never really been that interested in space to be
honest, but I do enjoy stargazing from time to time and
it was a clear night so I decided to head out into the
hills to try and catch a glimpseof the craft.
I tried to convince my boyfriendto come with me, but he was too
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busy playing Fortnite or whatever shooter game was
popular at the time. I threw an old lawn chair into
the back of my new Toyota Tacomaand drove 15 minutes outside of
town to where I knew there was alookout.
It was at the end of a long deadend dirt Rd. that went up the.
Backside of a ski hill. And came out into a large open
area that overlooked part of theresort, but more importantly
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gave an incredible view of the stars.
I was hoping that no one else would be up there since it was
the closest thing we had to a lover's lane where teenagers
would go to fool around in theirparents cars.
Fortunately, I got lucky that night as the little parking area
was completely deserted. I set up my lawn chair on the
grass a few feet away from my truck and gazed up at the
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beautiful night sky. Even with the almost full moon
lighting up the night, there wasan incredible amount of stars
visible. It was almost overwhelming,
especially considering I really had no idea what I was even
looking for. I was assuming that I wouldn't
actually be able to see the craft itself and that it would
just be some moving lights in the sky, but I didn't know for
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sure. Every plane passing overhead
gave me a little rush until I realized.
What it was? Finally, 8:45 PM rolled around,
exactly when the post online said it would appear.
And there it was, coming over the horizon from the West, this
glowing orb of light moving quickly across the night sky.
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It had a faint ring around it, kind of like the full moon often
gets on a clear night, and I knew right away it had to be
the. Craft.
I tried to snap a few pictures but of course phone cameras can
never. Capture the true.
Beauty of the night. After about 5 minutes it had
disappeared off to the east and I was getting cold so I decided
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to head home and packed up my chair and got back into my
truck. A funny thing about the new
Toyota Tacomas is that they comewith a GoPro mount on the
windshield just to the right of the rear view mirror.
I guess Toyota finally noticed that these trucks are almost
exclusively purchased by outdooradventure seekers.
I am no exception to that and sometimes likes to record
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footage of my drives on scenic back roads on my way to and from
a mountain biking trail to add to the video.
Often times though, this meant that I would get home and leave
the camera on my windshield. Well, this time apparently was
no exception, because as I got back in the truck I noticed the
camera sitting there next to my mirror and laughed to myself
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that I had done it again. Then I noticed something
strange. The camera was on and the little
red recording light was blinkingnormally if I left my GoPro in
the truck or even unattended somewhere in the house.
The battery would just die. And I definitely didn't turn the
camera on, so this was really weird.
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I was curious though as to whether or not the camera picked
up anything, since it was a rather bright night out and my
truck was pointed in roughly theright direction that it might
have picked up the craft coming over the horizon.
I pulled up the GoPro app on my phone to have a look at the
footage and was expecting to seesome of the drive there, but the
video started with the truck already.
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Parked at the lookout, I. Wasn't in the shot sitting in my
lawn chair so it was pretty much.
Just a shot of this guy. I saw.
Briefly, what I believed. To be the craft in the corner of
the video, but it was hard to tell on such a small screen with
terrible video quality due to the low light conditions.
I was about to turn the video off when I noticed movement off
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to the right. A large dark.
Shape that I couldn't quite makeout was moving towards the truck
as it got. Closer.
I could see it more clearly as it was above the horizon on the
video, so it was silhouetted against the bright night sky.
It was a huge animal. Based on its height, it had to
have been at least 8 feet tall on its hind legs.
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I couldn't tell if it was horns or ears protruding from its
head, but it definitely had something on top.
It turned its head and I caught a flash of red in its eyes as it
did, and then it disappeared from the video.
That was all I could take. I started the truck and peeled
out down the dirt Rd., sending gravel everywhere as I went.
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I have been sitting out there mere feet away from this
creature without even knowing itwas there.
I kept expecting it to leap out of the trees any second and flip
my truck with its massive arms or something.
But it didn't. Every little shadow my
headlights cast on the trees made me jump thinking it was the
animal. I just couldn't get that image
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of its silhouette out of my mind.
I made it to the main road and flew back towards town, doing
well above the speed limit and when I got back to the house my
heart felt like it was going to explode.
My boyfriend was obviously quiteconcerned when he saw me walk
into the house in tears and asked me what was wrong.
I could barely string a sentencetogether and told him to have a
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look at the video. I handed him my GoPro and my
phone and he tried to get it to work but couldn't.
He pulled the SD card out and put it into his laptop, and
while he was doing that I calmeddown enough to somewhat describe
what had happened to my dismay when he tried to pull up the.
Video. The footage was all corrupted,
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some skiing footage from the winter still left on that card
was fine, but the one clip I needed to prove my story was
gone. My boyfriend said it was
probably just a bear since they have been known to walk on their
hind legs and showed me several videos of bears doing just.
That. Even that's not exactly a
comforting thought, but unfortunately I don't think it
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was a bear anyway. All the videos he showed me of
bears walking on 2 legs looked almost comical, since they
really do look more like a humanin a bear suit than a real bear.
The way they move is rather clumsy, in stark contrast to the
very smooth and methodical movements of the beast that I
had seen. The silhouette also didn't look
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the same, but without the video footage to directly compare and
only my panicked memory to go on, who knows what it truly was.
All I know is I definitely will not be venturing out into the
woods alone at night ever again.I firmly believe that no
technical error with my GoPro could have possibly turned it on
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at that exact right moment to capture the beast, and that
whatever the beast. Was.
It must have had something to dowith the camera turning on, and
I also believe it had something to do with the corrupt footage.
It didn't want me to be able to prove its existence, but it
definitely wanted me to see it and to know that it was watching
me, possibly as a warning not totrespass on its territory again.
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I am a 27 year old man from Dallas, TX and as far back as I
can remember I have always had some sort of weird intuition
about things, places, etcetera. My mom even says as a kid I used
to sleepwalk. She would tuck me into bed, go
through the bathroom to my sister's room.
Hers in my bedroom were connected through the bathroom
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at that time and she said that when she would get to the
stairs. There I would be just.
Standing there staring at her, very unaware of anything other
times, she said. She would wake up and I would be
standing next to her. Bed just staring at her.
But that's just a little back story.
When I was 24, I'm 27 now, I hadjust gotten into a relationship
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with my now ex-boyfriend who is still my best friend.
We had been at my place chillingand hanging out having a great
time, and he had gotten up to use the bathroom while I stayed
on the couch trying to find something else to watch.
And while he was in the bathroomI suddenly started noticing the
lights begin to flicker. Now to any normal person this is
no big deal really, and it wasn't really to me at first
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either. That is until I began to hear
what sounded like my mother's voice calling my name from what
sounded like outside my front door coming up the stairs.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was 12/30 at night and
started to panic a little about what she could possibly be
coming to tell me so late. So I got off the couch to let
her in before she could knock, but when I opened the door she
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wasn't there. She wasn't coming up the stairs.
I went to the outside balcony and her car wasn't even outside.
My boyfriend came out of the bathroom and asked me what I was
doing. With the door open.
And I told him I thought I heardmy mom.
He responded confused this late?We both chuckled and sat back on
the couch to watch a movie. But I remember I wasn't feeling
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comfortable anymore. It was about 2:00 AM when my
boyfriend and I decided to call it a night.
I walked him out the door, kissed him good night and before
he walked down to his car he turned and looked at me sort of
puzzled and said be safe. Now this may not seem weird or
eerie, but the thing about it was I was at my home.
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We usually would only tell each other when we were leaving the
other's house and driving home. And the way he said it as if he
was absolutely terrified that this was the last time that we
would see each other. I told him I will watch him get
into his car and drive away. I went back into my apartment
and immediately went to my room to go to bed.
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I laid down and turned on an episode of Golden Girls.
I began to feel myself drifting off to sleep and eventually just
fell asleep while I was. Sleeping I kept.
Feeling like someone was entering my room, I kept sensing
my bedroom door opening and closing and someone just
hovering watching me. I found myself not being able to
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wake up and see what was actually going on, but also
knowing it wasn't an episode of sleep paralysis, which I've also
experienced. The final time I sensed my door
opening, a figure popped into myhead and was standing in my
room. At first I couldn't.
Make it out. But then my mind cleared and it
was scarred from The Lion King. At least the head was scarred.
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He was wearing a black suit and had human legs and glowing red
eyes. He stood in my doorway.
He flicked out one of his claws on his paw.
Like you do a switchblade. In an old movie and I remember
it being a really loud flick. He licked his lips and said rest
now young one. After that I just remember being
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awoken by my phone ringing. It was my mom.
I answered groggy and still halfasleep to her asking are you OK?
Something told me to call and check on you.
I sat up and realized it was daylight outside.
I looked down at the phone and also saw that it was 12:30 in
the afternoon. I rubbed my eyes and said I was
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fine, just trouble sleeping. I then asked had she come by my
place last night at all and she said I was going to but I
decided to head home instead. How did you know I?
Lied and told her I. Didn't just asked.
Now call me paranoid or crazy, but as soon as I moved out of
that apt I had actually forgotten about this whole
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ordeal until my ex asked me recently.
Do you remember that time your mom came over at like midnight?
It actually sent chills down my spine when the whole night came
flooding back to me. Scar has only come back twice
since I've moved and sometimes randomly I can still hear the
flick of his nail. Lion King nightmares.
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They are the worst. I live in a rather rural area,
the kind of place where you bothknow what to expect and don't
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know what to expect. People here tend to be latched
onto the older way of thinking and living, and I'm all for
that. That being said.
It is easy to. Assume that nothing much happens
here, at least nothing that would really raise any red
flags. The thing is, about five years
ago, something abnormal did happen.
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Five years ago I thought I was going to lose my life.
Due to a case of. Wrong place, wrong time in the
parking lot of an all you can eat buffet.
I was in middle school at the time and was having one of the
worst school years, yet luck didn't seem to be on my side so
of. Course, this day wouldn't.
Be any different? My family, grandpa, mom and
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little sister had gone to churchthat morning and had taken my
friend and her younger sister. As well.
Once it was over, my mom decidedthat we would treat ourselves to
an early lunch and headed over to a local all you can eat
buffet. It was a humble place and the
atmosphere of the farm around itwas peaceful.
It lulled you into a sense of security.
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We were waiting in the lobby area, sitting on a bench, when
two women came in. They both seemed to be in their
40's. The taller woman was obviously
the leader of the two, and the shorter woman seemed to hang
back, letting the other do the talking, chiming in here and
there. The taller woman was gushing
over how adorable my sister. Was to her.
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She was in elementary school at the time and kept saying how she
looked like a Princess. We thought she was just an
overly expressive and nice womanand left it at that as we walked
to our table and got settled in.Fast forward and we are eating
dessert. I had gotten my usual, that
being a mixed vanilla and chocolate ice cream topped off
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with Oreo bits, caramel, and twomarshmallows covered in
chocolate from the chocolate fountain.
Yes, I know I kind of went overboard, but whatever.
I was a kid. I was about 3.
Fourths of the way done with my dish when the 2 ladies suddenly
appeared at our table. I immediately thought it was odd
that they deliberately searched us out in there but kept eating.
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The lead woman got to talking about herself and revealed she
was a church official, she claimed.
To work in a sort of. Crisis center at her church
located in Delaware. Her friend.
I cannot remember whether she actually told anything about
herself, but if she did, none ofus can recall it.
They then told my mom and grandpa that they had a gift for
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my sister, and I admit I was kind of jealous upon hearing
that of course she was getting agift.
The woman pulled some letters out of her purse and showed them
to my mom and sister. She told us that she was pen
pals of the sort with Princess Kate.
I later would learn from my mom that the letters were basically
automatic replies, not actual letters from Kate herself.
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So nothing special really. It's like the equivalent of
getting the answering machine toa secretary in the mall.
But nonetheless, my mom went along with it.
Then, to my surprise, the woman said she had a gift for me, but
unlike the gift for my sister, which had been in her.
Purse. She said mine was in her car.
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Red flags immediately went up inmy head.
There was no way I was going with this random lady alone out
to her car. My mom, to this day I have no
idea what she was thinking, toldher that I could go so long as
my grandpa went with me. My grandpa gave my mom a what
are you talking about? Why should we go with them?
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Look and turn to me. I hesitated but we walked out
with the two women. At this point, knowing the head
woman was a church official, I figured she was going to give me
a Bible or something. My grandpa, in his late 50s,
seemed uneasy and stuck close tome.
As we approached the car, I saw that it was in fact, not a car
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at all. It was a van.
A white van. Cliche, I know, but it's the
truth. We followed the two women over
and the leader walked over to the passenger side.
We were right behind her but hadfailed to notice.
The other woman lagged behind and placed herself between US
and the exit between the van andthe other car.
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The lead woman was in front of us, meaning we were boxed in, no
way out. The leader unlocked her doors
and pulled open the sliding door, ducking inside.
My grandpa seemed to tense up, his eyes darting around.
He had noticed the other woman was blocking us off and was on
edge. He had a bad feeling about this
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and was fully prepared to fight these women to save me if need
be. Then something that I never
would have dreamed of happened. The woman, after rummaging
around in her van, emerged wielding a sword.
And not some fake prop sword that you get a party city or
something. A legit sword glinting in the
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Gray autumn light, it's hilt adorned with details and jewels.
I just about crapped my pants. I thought this was the end.
I was going to die by the blade of some psychotic church
official in the parking lot of arural buffet.
My grandpa's eyes went wide and I saw his hands clenched into
fists and he prepared to knock this woman out.
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This seemed to go in slow motion, taking forever, but was
only a few seconds. And then, as my life flashed
before my eyes, this woman askedus what our names were.
The sword was still in her hand,but she didn't swing it at us.
I was terrified, thinking this woman was the kind of killer who
likes to know her victim's name.Before doing the deed, I told
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her my name. She then performed a small
ceremony reciting some religiousstatements and lowered the blade
to touch both of my shoulders one at a time.
She then brought it down to my head and raised it, bringing it
in front of herself straight into the air and proclaimed me
Sir, insert my name, a knight ofGod.
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She asked the same of my grandpaand after getting his name did
the same for him. She told us that she hoped we
liked our gifts and still shell shocked, we thanked her and my
grandpa and I left the two women.
We speed walked inside, found our table and proceeded to fill
my mom in on what just happened.She didn't believe us at first,
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but we soon convinced her. My grandpa and I both scolded
her for making us go out with these women.
My grandpa was especially angry.If that woman had other
intentions with that sword, we would both be dead.
The women didn't come back over to us and oddly enough we didn't
see them when leaving. We never saw those women again,
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and suffice it to say I'm glad they weirded me out and I just
hoped they went back to Delawarewhere they belonged.
Maybe they could knight other random strangers along the way.
It's been half a decade now since my grandpa and I were
proclaimed Knights. My close friends sometimes refer
to me as Sir, which I find funny.
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I never let my mom live that down either, prodding her about
it whenever I get the chance. All in good fun of course.
It's also a fantastic story to tell people and get them
interested in you, and no one I have met has been able to taught
me. When we get to sharing.
Now, one last thing is always lingered in the back of my mind,
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something that still unsettles me to this day.
About two weeks prior to this event, there had been some
beheadings a few states over that had made the news.
It makes me wonder, could it have been those two women?
Was I knighted by a murderer? Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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