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Old 03-31-2013, 11:58 PM   #301
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Me and my brother were headed to a good set of trails in NW GA called the pipelines it was back on some TVA land near a Budweiser plant. When we first got there we accidentally passed the trail head because we were distracted by two men with there vehicles on the side of the road when we got turned around and headed down the trail one of the vehicles were gone a jeep Cherokee we noticed the two guys walking out and the stoped us and asked why we were there and we told them we were going down the trail they tryed everything they could to keep us from going down there told us we were in the wrong place, we would not make it past the river crossing but my brother and I knew we were in the right place and we had crossed the stream many of times in the same ford bronco. So they ended up leaving us alone but as soon as they got to the bumper they took off running. Once we got down the trail 100yds we see the jeep in flames. We tryed to get out quick enough to see if we could get any info of the other truck but they were gone we drove out where we had service and called the cops. They were like oh that's no big deal my brother to this day thinks there was a body in the jeep. The worst part about all this is they put up a gate and you can't get back there anymore it was a great spot.
they were probably committing insurance fraud. would be interesting to know if you contacting the police screwed them.

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they were probably committing insurance fraud. would be interesting to know if you contacting the police screwed them.
That is what the police said but my brother and I were never contacted about it so I don't know how they would have identified them.

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I was 17 and I was trying to feel out life, I was reaching that age of rebellious behavior and specifically I was growing more and more interested in what experiences I could feel, or things I could witness. One night I decided to go and have my palm read. I was more interested in trying to seek out someone who had an ability like myself. I looked up on google 3 palm readers but it was already 9pm. They where already closed. I found a listing on yellowpages.com that read, 24 hour tarot, palm and psychic readings by appointment only. I called and a wraspy voice sounded on the other end of the phone. She kept making me repeat things, and asking me to speak louder. My phone had cell reception so I checked it up to the high chance of her being a Woodstock attendee. She told me the reading would be 40 dollars because of the time, I agreed that was fine and she then supplied me with an address. She was roughly 45 minutes away from me in Santa fe springs. I hopped in the truck and made my way over. When I arrived at the location I was sure I had gotten something down wrong. I found myself in a neighborhood at 10pm and the street itself was very quite. I phoned the number again and no one picked up. I remember laughing to myself , how stupid was I. I drove 45 minutes away for nothing. I remember looking at the porch of this house and no one was there. I looked back at my phone and then back to the porch. In the evening moon a person now leaned against the pillar of the porch, around the silhouette I could see smoke as it was being exhaled.

I figured if I was going to die in Santa fe springs for a black market kidney transaction I might as well go out with glory. I hopped out of my truck and walked to the gate that started the court yard of the house. I asked if they knew of a tarot card or palm reader around. I must have gotten the wrong info. From the silhouette I saw nothing moving, but I heard the wraspy voice respond, “come hear my dear, you have found the right place”. As I walked up to the figure, her shape started to take place, she was about 5’2 maybe 110 pounds, and looked at least 60 and well sunned her skin was like a cracked sofa. She introduced herself as Harmony. She looked deep into my eyes as I extended my hand to shake hers and she replied, “oo not just yet honey” and catching me by surprise she grabbed my left arm at the elbow and pulled me to her level (I am 6’6), I felt the hairs on my neck stand up , in complete nervousness I cracked a smile and I could see as she examined me through her eyes. “How bright they shine tonight” was all she said. But what caught my attention was Her eyes did not match her face or her build, everything that the light from inside the house hit showed the wear of a long life. Her eyes shone of youth in a deep emerald green. As we continued through her house each shade of color and lighted lamp showed different interesting tattoos, which now looked like multi-color ink blotches, they were present on her forearms, hands and back.

I remember being welcomed by an unfamiliar smell, it got stronger as we went farther into the house. From the street the house looked like a shanty, from inside the walls made the place seem larger then it appeared. I asked what that smell was, she replied “I burn sage, it relaxes the human emotions and allows my readings to cut through customers anxiety”. She then told me that at the end of the session I was free to take some sage home with me. We came to a room, which had no lights, I remember being taken away as not one piece of furniture or accessory in the room was electric. A grand father clock sat to my right, and the lighting of the room was done entirely by candle. A small card table sat in the middle of the room, with a black slip over it. A conk shell lay on the table and inside of it was a healthy bundle of sage, which sat smoldered.

I remember her apologizing, “my dear , I apologize that I must have such lack of manors but there is the matter of payment”. I pulled out my wallet and handed 40 dollars over. She thanked me and asked why I was here. I was a smart ass and replied, “you should have seen why I came”. To which she replied that , the question did not imply that she did not know why I was here, but rather if I knew why I came to her, “they have already told me alittle about you”. I felt that if she was legit I didn’t need to spell it out and with the “they” comment, I felt as if I was getting a pre-rehearsed Friday night special. I replied, in a not-so-respectful tone, “I know why I am here, I drove 45 minutes out of my way to get here, to specifically see…” she interrupted, “if there were really more like you”. I remember feeling like all the blood ran from my face to my feet. My eyes darted from the sage to her face. Her soft eyes met mine and her face cracked out a smile. This chick just finished my sentence…

Her wraspy voice broke the silence and she began, she told me that over the phone she did not only hear my voice. But of 3 other beings, when I rolled up to her house she could not make out who I was but she saw two amethyst’s that burned bright on my face. It was not until I was close that the colors faded to my natural eye color. I remember asking under my breath Amethysts? Before directing the question she replied, “your birth stone”. She had adequately nailed two things and we weren’t even into the meat of the discussion.
“why are you here?” she asked again, this time I responded with my heart, “because I want to know if these things are real”. Be specific she said, “I want to know if I am crazy or if what I feel, the emotions, the events, if what I think I have witnessed, I HAVE witnessed”. She replied, is this about the 3 males? I sat perplexed….. 3 males? She then told me, as you sit at this table 3 males stand around you, 2 men, and one boy. I had not seen LEVI in ages!! BARTH left me in Illionis and JACK!! I blurted out their names. She smiled, “they still know their names!”, she broke out a full smile and relaxed her posture. I looked around, as I could not see my friends. But immediately I felt presence, not of individual presences but as if an electric blank of warmth ran over my body. I asked, why do they not show themselves? I felt from my inside a tug, I wanted to so bad to see them now, Barth, Levi, JACK! As I mentioned before, I saw them less and less. I remember starting to cry. It was a moment of disbelief, of relief as if finding out your dead friends were still alive? I wanted so much to talk to them, to see them. To catch up. The sentence “are you proud of me?” kept ringing in my ears.

“O young one, don’t weep, the one in overalls says he thinks of you often, the boy is fixated on your jacket, the man in white says you already know of his love.” I asked her if they wished to communicate. I so badly wanted to. She replied that they all say it is not time. I asked if that was all? The man in overalls, says, “you have and always will make him proud"...she paused and finished, " little one”. It was at this point that I knew I was in their presence, and that Harmony was legit. Little one was something Barth always said to me. Until now, not many knew. I remember weeping across the table. Before I knew it the granddaddy clock chimed 12:30am. I jumped at its sounding and as I looked at it, I looked at harmony, “that clock is off?” She replied that it was most certainly not. What had felt like 15 minutes, was actually close to 2 hours in time. She warned me about the life I was going to live, your eyes will always point you out to spirits. It is the fire in your birthstones that let souls know you can see them. You will be sought out, but do not loose faith she told me. “You have been given a gift many have died for, and whom many would have killed for in days long past”. I wont ever forget that last line as it has always stuck with me.

As I thanked her for her time, she told me to not seek others who may have special “privileges” she called them. She rephrased it, “many have hardened hearts”. Making me think she was hinting to those who may no longer use the gift for what it really is. She could see I was a little wobbly and so she made me sit at her kitchen table and drink a glace of OJ, next she handed me a glass of water. “please call me when you get home dear, I would like to know you are safe”. I agreed and headed for the door. Before I reached it, her hands grabbed me again by the elbow and spun me around, she placed 2 twenties into my hands and thanked me, “most of the people I get do not seek the truth, this one was on me” she said. I gave her a hug and as I walked through the door. I turned and asked. When I was in front of the house, how did you know?

“Your friends whom had been here since your call, told me it was time to meet you, Dear”

I called Harmony every once and awhile from there on out, honestly she would call me more often, or at least she was more religious about calling, every 6 months or so she would give me a call. A Year ago she passed away. She was 92 when she died (my calculations were off a bit). I was notified that I had to go into a law firm. I had no idea why. Harmony was her middle name, its interesting when you are among people you have never met and your fear of getting sued turns into the reading of a will. I was handed a box with a hand written note, “to the boy with Amethyst’s, we are now 4, be true, we are proud”. In the box was the ring she wore on her thumb, a tarnished silver ring that holds a single bright amethyst. It resides on a silver chain, and hangs around my neck.
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^^^ A very captivating story. Thanks for taking the time to post it.
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I was 17 and I was trying to feel out life, I was reaching that age of rebellious behavior and specifically I was growing more and more interested in what experiences I could feel, or things I could witness. One night I decided to go and have my palm read. I was more interested in trying to seek out someone who had an ability like myself. I looked up on google 3 palm readers but it was already 9pm. They where already closed. I found a listing on yellowpages.com that read, 24 hour tarot, palm and psychic readings by appointment only. I called and a wraspy voice sounded on the other end of the phone. She kept making me repeat things, and asking me to speak louder. My phone had cell reception so I checked it up to the high chance of her being a Woodstock attendee. She told me the reading would be 40 dollars because of the time, I agreed that was fine and she then supplied me with an address. She was roughly 45 minutes away from me in Santa fe springs. I hopped in the truck and made my way over. When I arrived at the location I was sure I had gotten something down wrong. I found myself in a neighborhood at 10pm and the street itself was very quite. I phoned the number again and no one picked up. I remember laughing to myself , how stupid was I. I drove 45 minutes away for nothing. I remember looking at the porch of this house and no one was there. I looked back at my phone and then back to the porch. In the evening moon a person now leaned against the pillar of the porch, around the silhouette I could see smoke as it was being exhaled.

I figured if I was going to die in Santa fe springs for a black market kidney transaction I might as well go out with glory. I hopped out of my truck and walked to the gate that started the court yard of the house. I asked if they knew of a tarot card or palm reader around. I must have gotten the wrong info. From the silhouette I saw nothing moving, but I heard the wraspy voice respond, “come hear my dear, you have found the right place”. As I walked up to the figure, her shape started to take place, she was about 5’2 maybe 110 pounds, and looked at least 60 and well sunned her skin was like a cracked sofa. She introduced herself as Harmony. She looked deep into my eyes as I extended my hand to shake hers and she replied, “oo not just yet honey” and catching me by surprise she grabbed my left arm at the elbow and pulled me to her level (I am 6’6), I felt the hairs on my neck stand up , in complete nervousness I cracked a smile and I could see as she examined me through her eyes. “How bright they shine tonight” was all she said. But what caught my attention was Her eyes did not match her face or her build, everything that the light from inside the house hit showed the wear of a long life. Her eyes shone of youth in a deep emerald green. As we continued through her house each shade of color and lighted lamp showed different interesting tattoos, which now looked like multi-color ink blotches, they were present on her forearms, hands and back.

I remember being welcomed by an unfamiliar smell, it got stronger as we went farther into the house. From the street the house looked like a shanty, from inside the walls made the place seem larger then it appeared. I asked what that smell was, she replied “I burn sage, it relaxes the human emotions and allows my readings to cut through customers anxiety”. She then told me that at the end of the session I was free to take some sage home with me. We came to a room, which had no lights, I remember being taken away as not one piece of furniture or accessory in the room was electric. A grand father clock sat to my right, and the lighting of the room was done entirely by candle. A small card table sat in the middle of the room, with a black slip over it. A conk shell lay on the table and inside of it was a healthy bundle of sage, which sat smoldered.

I remember her apologizing, “my dear , I apologize that I must have such lack of manors but there is the matter of payment”. I pulled out my wallet and handed 40 dollars over. She thanked me and asked why I was here. I was a smart ass and replied, “you should have seen why I came”. To which she replied that , the question did not imply that she did not know why I was here, but rather if I knew why I came to her, “they have already told me alittle about you”. I felt that if she was legit I didn’t need to spell it out and with the “they” comment, I felt as if I was getting a pre-rehearsed Friday night special. I replied, in a not-so-respectful tone, “I know why I am here, I drove 45 minutes out of my way to get here, to specifically see…” she interrupted, “if there were really more like you”. I remember feeling like all the blood ran from my face to my feet. My eyes darted from the sage to her face. Her soft eyes met mine and her face cracked out a smile. This chick just finished my sentence…

Her wraspy voice broke the silence and she began, she told me that over the phone she did not only hear my voice. But of 3 other beings, when I rolled up to her house she could not make out who I was but she saw two amethyst’s that burned bright on my face. It was not until I was close that the colors faded to my natural eye color. I remember asking under my breath Amethysts? Before directing the question she replied, “your birth stone”. She had adequately nailed two things and we weren’t even into the meat of the discussion.
“why are you here?” she asked again, this time I responded with my heart, “because I want to know if these things are real”. Be specific she said, “I want to know if I am crazy or if what I feel, the emotions, the events, if what I think I have witnessed, I HAVE witnessed”. She replied, is this about the 3 males? I sat perplexed….. 3 males? She then told me, as you sit at this table 3 males stand around you, 2 men, and one boy. I had not seen LEVI in ages!! BARTH left me in Illionis and JACK!! I blurted out their names. She smiled, “they still know their names!”, she broke out a full smile and relaxed her posture. I looked around, as I could not see my friends. But immediately I felt presence, not of individual presences but as if an electric blank of warmth ran over my body. I asked, why do they not show themselves? I felt from my inside a tug, I wanted to so bad to see them now, Barth, Levi, JACK! As I mentioned before, I saw them less and less. I remember starting to cry. It was a moment of disbelief, of relief as if finding out your dead friends were still alive? I wanted so much to talk to them, to see them. To catch up. The sentence “are you proud of me?” kept ringing in my ears.

“O young one, don’t weep, the one in overalls says he thinks of you often, the boy is fixated on your jacket, the man in white says you already know of his love.” I asked her if they wished to communicate. I so badly wanted to. She replied that they all say it is not time. I asked if that was all? The man in overalls, says, “you have and always will make him proud"...she paused and finished, " little one”. It was at this point that I knew I was in their presence, and that Harmony was legit. Little one was something Barth always said to me. Until now, not many knew. I remember weeping across the table. Before I knew it the granddaddy clock chimed 12:30am. I jumped at its sounding and as I looked at it, I looked at harmony, “that clock is off?” She replied that it was most certainly not. What had felt like 15 minutes, was actually close to 2 hours in time. She warned me about the life I was going to live, your eyes will always point you out to spirits. It is the fire in your birthstones that let souls know you can see them. You will be sought out, but do not loose faith she told me. “You have been given a gift many have died for, and whom many would have killed for in days long past”. I wont ever forget that last line as it has always stuck with me.

As I thanked her for her time, she told me to not seek others who may have special “privileges” she called them. She rephrased it, “many have hardened hearts”. Making me think she was hinting to those who may no longer use the gift for what it really is. She could see I was a little wobbly and so she made me sit at her kitchen table and drink a glace of OJ, next she handed me a glass of water. “please call me when you get home dear, I would like to know you are safe”. I agreed and headed for the door. Before I reached it, her hands grabbed me again by the elbow and spun me around, she placed 2 twenties into my hands and thanked me, “most of the people I get do not seek the truth, this one was on me” she said. I gave her a hug and as I walked through the door. I turned and asked. When I was in front of the house, how did you know?

“Your friends whom had been here since your call, told me it was time to meet you, Dear”

I called Harmony every once and awhile from there on out, honestly she would call me more often, or at least she was more religious about calling, every 6 months or so she would give me a call. A Year ago she passed away. She was 92 when she died (my calculations were off a bit). I was notified that I had to go into a law firm. I had no idea why. Harmony was her middle name, its interesting when you are among people you have never met and your fear of getting sued turns into the reading of a will. I was handed a box with a hand written note, “to the boy with Amethyst’s, we are now 4, be true, we are proud”. In the box was the ring she wore on her thumb, a tarnished silver ring that holds a single bright amethyst. It resides on a silver chain, and hangs around my neck.
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nice to hear from you again banging gears, that experience wastouching, i always like come in here and see these from you
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since last monday i have written 115 pages and I am barely out of the 4th grade where I stopped. I am determined to put it to paper, the GF actually thinks it will be awesome to have for those who come after me in my family. if it gets published ill try to see if theres a way to send a free copy to all the OG posters in here.

the title I am going to keep secret for now. its a personal line.
I am so happy I found this thread! Bangingears thanks for sharing!
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In the mountains outside Casper Wy.

This one is on Poison spider mesa in Moab -
what do the signs say?
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what do the signs say?
I'll edit the post with whats on the signs, I always forget some folks use thier phones (I used too as well).

Ok, it wont let me edit.


In the mountains outside Casper Wy.



TWIN SONS OF
MR AND MRS
JACK CLARK
BORN DIED
1891 1891

This little tableau is all that is there, there are no signs of an old homestead or any settlement, just this little graveyard custom made for two boys, someone takes care of it, and while we were there we pulled weeds and picked and placed flowers, it seems when people who wheel happen by it, they do a little and pass along.


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MARY
JANE
FRANCIS

1889
TO
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This stone is remade every so often, the stone on the ground to the left says the same thing.
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Hey, bro. Reading this reminded me of what happened to me at the base I was stationed at in Atlantic City, NJ. I was on the main gate at apx 0200-0300 hrs. It was pouring rain out and I saw a woman in a blue dress walking up to the gate. It was extremely odd so I radioed it in and was advised to push the lockout button on my radio so they could hear everything. When she got to the window, I got my rifle out of the rack and met her at the door. She just stood there for a minute staring at me, so, I started asking if she needed help and why she was there. Then, I noticed her clothes weren't wet and I started to really get creeped out. She asked me to use the phone but I only had a direct line to dispatch in the shack, so, I just told her I didn't have one. She just kept staring at me like she was staring through me. Just as she started to turn and walk away, I saw the headlights from our mobile response team coming. She got just past the gate and disappeared. It was lighted and covered by recording surveillance cameras. I was relieved and went with the mobile team to search for her, along with the state police and the local PD. We all searched for her for 2 hrs but couldn't find anything. That road is miles from anything and lined on both sides with 10' fence with tangled barb wire on top. No place to hide anywhere. Two weeks later, same time and conditions, another guard, who was a rookie that had just arrived and knew nothing of my situation, saw the same lady, same blue dress, dry, in the corner of the fence. He locked his radio on and challenged her and we all heard her say, "You will die." She then turned around, started walking away and disappeared again. We held another search and found nothing. We compared the footage of both and you could see the same lady there and then just fade away in both. You could also her her in both audio recordings. I tried to get copies a few weeks later but I was told they no longer existed. It still creeps me out when i think about it.
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I was 17 and I was trying to feel out life, I was reaching that age of rebellious behavior and specifically I was growing more and more interested in what experiences I could feel, or things I could witness. One night I decided to go and have my palm read. I was more interested in trying to seek out someone who had an ability like myself. I looked up on google 3 palm readers but it was already 9pm. They where already closed. I found a listing on yellowpages.com that read, 24 hour tarot, palm and psychic readings by appointment only. I called and a wraspy voice sounded on the other end of the phone. She kept making me repeat things, and asking me to speak louder. My phone had cell reception so I checked it up to the high chance of her being a Woodstock attendee. She told me the reading would be 40 dollars because of the time, I agreed that was fine and she then supplied me with an address. She was roughly 45 minutes away from me in Santa fe springs. I hopped in the truck and made my way over. When I arrived at the location I was sure I had gotten something down wrong. I found myself in a neighborhood at 10pm and the street itself was very quite. I phoned the number again and no one picked up. I remember laughing to myself , how stupid was I. I drove 45 minutes away for nothing. I remember looking at the porch of this house and no one was there. I looked back at my phone and then back to the porch. In the evening moon a person now leaned against the pillar of the porch, around the silhouette I could see smoke as it was being exhaled.

I figured if I was going to die in Santa fe springs for a black market kidney transaction I might as well go out with glory. I hopped out of my truck and walked to the gate that started the court yard of the house. I asked if they knew of a tarot card or palm reader around. I must have gotten the wrong info. From the silhouette I saw nothing moving, but I heard the wraspy voice respond, “come hear my dear, you have found the right place”. As I walked up to the figure, her shape started to take place, she was about 5’2 maybe 110 pounds, and looked at least 60 and well sunned her skin was like a cracked sofa. She introduced herself as Harmony. She looked deep into my eyes as I extended my hand to shake hers and she replied, “oo not just yet honey” and catching me by surprise she grabbed my left arm at the elbow and pulled me to her level (I am 6’6), I felt the hairs on my neck stand up , in complete nervousness I cracked a smile and I could see as she examined me through her eyes. “How bright they shine tonight” was all she said. But what caught my attention was Her eyes did not match her face or her build, everything that the light from inside the house hit showed the wear of a long life. Her eyes shone of youth in a deep emerald green. As we continued through her house each shade of color and lighted lamp showed different interesting tattoos, which now looked like multi-color ink blotches, they were present on her forearms, hands and back.

I remember being welcomed by an unfamiliar smell, it got stronger as we went farther into the house. From the street the house looked like a shanty, from inside the walls made the place seem larger then it appeared. I asked what that smell was, she replied “I burn sage, it relaxes the human emotions and allows my readings to cut through customers anxiety”. She then told me that at the end of the session I was free to take some sage home with me. We came to a room, which had no lights, I remember being taken away as not one piece of furniture or accessory in the room was electric. A grand father clock sat to my right, and the lighting of the room was done entirely by candle. A small card table sat in the middle of the room, with a black slip over it. A conk shell lay on the table and inside of it was a healthy bundle of sage, which sat smoldered.

I remember her apologizing, “my dear , I apologize that I must have such lack of manors but there is the matter of payment”. I pulled out my wallet and handed 40 dollars over. She thanked me and asked why I was here. I was a smart ass and replied, “you should have seen why I came”. To which she replied that , the question did not imply that she did not know why I was here, but rather if I knew why I came to her, “they have already told me alittle about you”. I felt that if she was legit I didn’t need to spell it out and with the “they” comment, I felt as if I was getting a pre-rehearsed Friday night special. I replied, in a not-so-respectful tone, “I know why I am here, I drove 45 minutes out of my way to get here, to specifically see…” she interrupted, “if there were really more like you”. I remember feeling like all the blood ran from my face to my feet. My eyes darted from the sage to her face. Her soft eyes met mine and her face cracked out a smile. This chick just finished my sentence…

Her wraspy voice broke the silence and she began, she told me that over the phone she did not only hear my voice. But of 3 other beings, when I rolled up to her house she could not make out who I was but she saw two amethyst’s that burned bright on my face. It was not until I was close that the colors faded to my natural eye color. I remember asking under my breath Amethysts? Before directing the question she replied, “your birth stone”. She had adequately nailed two things and we weren’t even into the meat of the discussion.
“why are you here?” she asked again, this time I responded with my heart, “because I want to know if these things are real”. Be specific she said, “I want to know if I am crazy or if what I feel, the emotions, the events, if what I think I have witnessed, I HAVE witnessed”. She replied, is this about the 3 males? I sat perplexed….. 3 males? She then told me, as you sit at this table 3 males stand around you, 2 men, and one boy. I had not seen LEVI in ages!! BARTH left me in Illionis and JACK!! I blurted out their names. She smiled, “they still know their names!”, she broke out a full smile and relaxed her posture. I looked around, as I could not see my friends. But immediately I felt presence, not of individual presences but as if an electric blank of warmth ran over my body. I asked, why do they not show themselves? I felt from my inside a tug, I wanted to so bad to see them now, Barth, Levi, JACK! As I mentioned before, I saw them less and less. I remember starting to cry. It was a moment of disbelief, of relief as if finding out your dead friends were still alive? I wanted so much to talk to them, to see them. To catch up. The sentence “are you proud of me?” kept ringing in my ears.

“O young one, don’t weep, the one in overalls says he thinks of you often, the boy is fixated on your jacket, the man in white says you already know of his love.” I asked her if they wished to communicate. I so badly wanted to. She replied that they all say it is not time. I asked if that was all? The man in overalls, says, “you have and always will make him proud"...she paused and finished, " little one”. It was at this point that I knew I was in their presence, and that Harmony was legit. Little one was something Barth always said to me. Until now, not many knew. I remember weeping across the table. Before I knew it the granddaddy clock chimed 12:30am. I jumped at its sounding and as I looked at it, I looked at harmony, “that clock is off?” She replied that it was most certainly not. What had felt like 15 minutes, was actually close to 2 hours in time. She warned me about the life I was going to live, your eyes will always point you out to spirits. It is the fire in your birthstones that let souls know you can see them. You will be sought out, but do not loose faith she told me. “You have been given a gift many have died for, and whom many would have killed for in days long past”. I wont ever forget that last line as it has always stuck with me.

As I thanked her for her time, she told me to not seek others who may have special “privileges” she called them. She rephrased it, “many have hardened hearts”. Making me think she was hinting to those who may no longer use the gift for what it really is. She could see I was a little wobbly and so she made me sit at her kitchen table and drink a glace of OJ, next she handed me a glass of water. “please call me when you get home dear, I would like to know you are safe”. I agreed and headed for the door. Before I reached it, her hands grabbed me again by the elbow and spun me around, she placed 2 twenties into my hands and thanked me, “most of the people I get do not seek the truth, this one was on me” she said. I gave her a hug and as I walked through the door. I turned and asked. When I was in front of the house, how did you know?

“Your friends whom had been here since your call, told me it was time to meet you, Dear”

I called Harmony every once and awhile from there on out, honestly she would call me more often, or at least she was more religious about calling, every 6 months or so she would give me a call. A Year ago she passed away. She was 92 when she died (my calculations were off a bit). I was notified that I had to go into a law firm. I had no idea why. Harmony was her middle name, its interesting when you are among people you have never met and your fear of getting sued turns into the reading of a will. I was handed a box with a hand written note, “to the boy with Amethyst’s, we are now 4, be true, we are proud”. In the box was the ring she wore on her thumb, a tarnished silver ring that holds a single bright amethyst. It resides on a silver chain, and hangs around my neck.
Holy Hell, great experiences there. Keep 'em coming. Would be a very interesting book I believe.
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Let me first say that I will never forget my dad's Jeep and the fun we used to have in it. However, there are some things I would love to forget. Growing up in NH, we always had desolate dirt roads and trails to go on in the jeep and our dirt bikes. The only problem was we liked to go out ini the jeep in miserable weather and at night. Now imagine if you will, it is early November in NH and it is cold and windy. This particular night we were jeeping on a dirt road that was canopied with oak trees with autumn leaves falling all around us. The rain made the leaves stick to the dirt road and made it kind of slick. (I know sounds like some scary movie right? Well that's how it felt.)
We are about 3-4 miles into this dirt road and believe me there is not a soul (house, car, light, anything) out here. It really felt eerie. Like I said we are dirving down this road when my parents see this woman walking down the middle of the road, soaking wet in nothing but a night gown. My dad stopped the jeep about 20 feet from where she was and she kept walking like we weren't there. My mom says "Ronnie, ask her if she is okay." My dad gives her the "are you friggin crazy look" but swerves the jeep a little and as the woman gets close, asks if she is okay. The woman just looks at him, smiles and keeps walking. My dad looks at my mom and says "I guess she's okay" and starts off. My mom then decides that my dad should turn around and make sure the lady is alright. He gives the look again. Only this time there is a bit of uncertainty in his face. Never the less he turna around and drives back to where the lady should have been but there was no one to be found. He dirves a bit more down the road but nothing. He even turned around to see if she had maybe jumped onto the side of the road. Still nothing. My parents must have been really freaked because we took off like a bat out of hell after that. Now this was many years ago and the family hasn't talked about it since nor have any of us been back on that road. Nothing too scary but creepy.
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s'cribed....thanks to the ones who contribute meaningfully. enjoying the read...great way to start a rainy Sat am.....
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I have enjoyed reading this on a cold rainy Saturday. Thanks to everyone.
I don't have any stories like this to share...except one night when me and my brother and two cousins were sleeping out in a tree cabin we had built that day. We were all awakened that night by a sound of some animal that I could never describe. It came down our driveway and through the
the yard past our house and right under our tree house and stopped, I could hardly breath and I felt like my chest was about to explode. I hurried over to where the trap door was to get down out of our cabin and sat on it so what ever it was could not get in. We were all scared breathless. We still talk about at times and this happened forty years ago.

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Hey im new to the forum. Im tyler. Just thought i would check out these posts.
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This happened to me between my junior and senior year of high school. My dad's mother had to come live with us so I had to give up my bedroom. I made a place in an alcove of our garage for myself. I hung a blanket to separate my spot from the main garage. I woke up one morning and laying on my side with my back to the blanket, I could see under the garage door--left partly open so our cat could get in and out. I could feel the heat of early morning coming under the door and I was thinking about what I wanted to do that day. Then I got a strong overwhelming feeling that something was standing at the edge of the blanket looking in at me. I experienced a feeling that was stronger than any I had ever felt before and have never experienced since that what ever it was it was purest evil that ever existed. I wanted to catch it off guard and get a look at it so I went to turn over real fast. As soon as I started to turn, I heard a roaring sound in my ears and it felt like hot fire or something going up and down my back, and I could not move. I remember thinking "did the water heater just explode?" It was right at the head of my cot. The very next second I found myself on my back. It was early morning, I could see under the garage door, I could feel the morning heat, and I thought to myself "did I just now wake up and that was just a dream?" But then I thought, NO! I KNEW I had been awake before and it was NOT a dream. It scared me so much that from that time on I slept with a loaded gun under my blankets, right next to me. That happened fifty years ago, and for years and years after that I could not talk about it without the hair on my arms and the back of my neck going all creepy-crawly, even now as I type this I still feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up little and feel kind of tingly.
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This one time. At band camp . . . .

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Strangest stuff I came across was

1) KKK meeting with a burning cross
2) an "occult" meeting (hoods chanting the whole nine)
We have a place like that here, it's not so much a trail as it is an old old country road where you can go wheel because it goes through a creek, but I've seen multiple KKK cross burnings and meetings at an old farm down here. It's also rumored to be haunted but I've yet to see/hear any evidence of it and I've been going down there for about 10 years now
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Wow...
I found this site to do some Wrangler research.
Registered because of this thread.
I also have some stories to contribute.But i have to get up at 5 in the am so it will have to wait till tomorrow.
Great stories everyone!
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This Saturday headed up to a new spot south of Trenton. Good potential, just isn't cut down and rutted out enough yet. It was tucked away down along the Delaware and within the first 100 yards we see a pile of trash, few couches, and a white cross grave marker. Definitely a WTF moment, made us watch out a bit more for any defensive bums or riff raff the rest of the ride.
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Went out to the Big Tree in Rockport, TX with my out of town cousins. Midnight. Topless. Doorless. Driving down the forest road there is pretty dang scary. We got to the tree and got out. We had our phone flashlights in hand walking toward it. Got extremely foggy the closer we got. It wasnt foggy anywhere else. I've been there a few Times at night already but it really creeped me out. We didnt make it halfway to it when we ran back to the jeep. Hah.
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Hey, bro. Reading this reminded me of what happened to me at the base I was stationed at in Atlantic City, NJ. I was on the main gate at apx 0200-0300 hrs. It was pouring rain out and I saw a woman in a blue dress walking up to the gate. It was extremely odd so I radioed it in and was advised to push the lockout button on my radio so they could hear everything. When she got to the window, I got my rifle out of the rack and met her at the door. She just stood there for a minute staring at me, so, I started asking if she needed help and why she was there. Then, I noticed her clothes weren't wet and I started to really get creeped out. She asked me to use the phone but I only had a direct line to dispatch in the shack, so, I just told her I didn't have one. She just kept staring at me like she was staring through me. Just as she started to turn and walk away, I saw the headlights from our mobile response team coming. She got just past the gate and disappeared. It was lighted and covered by recording surveillance cameras. I was relieved and went with the mobile team to search for her, along with the state police and the local PD. We all searched for her for 2 hrs but couldn't find anything. That road is miles from anything and lined on both sides with 10' fence with tangled barb wire on top. No place to hide anywhere. Two weeks later, same time and conditions, another guard, who was a rookie that had just arrived and knew nothing of my situation, saw the same lady, same blue dress, dry, in the corner of the fence. He locked his radio on and challenged her and we all heard her say, "You will die." She then turned around, started walking away and disappeared again. We held another search and found nothing. We compared the footage of both and you could see the same lady there and then just fade away in both. You could also her her in both audio recordings. I tried to get copies a few weeks later but I was told they no longer existed. It still creeps me out when i think about it.
Reading this made the hairs on the back of my neck raise...being so close to the pine bearings I'm always hearing weird stories, especially the ones who "illegally" camp off the fire roads...

The whole area creeps me out really. Just driving through during the day gives me a weird feeling
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its 02:39 and i couldnt sleep (i work nights and when im off shift i find it hard to sleep at even a reasonable time) just went through this entire thread, most definitely wont be sleeping for a while since now im researching places to visit here they may be haunted or neat.

as much as i enjoy all these ghost stories im interested in hearing some more interesting and neat stories of things people found. like the guy that found the civil war bunker
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its 02:39 and i couldnt sleep (i work nights and when im off shift i find it hard to sleep at even a reasonable time) just went through this entire thread, most definitely wont be sleeping for a while since now im researching places to visit here they may be haunted or neat.

as much as i enjoy all these ghost stories im interested in hearing some more interesting and neat stories of things people found. like the guy that found the civil war bunker
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I dont know how spine tinglingly scary this is, but it sure was interesting to me.
Several years ago while still on active duty in the USMC I was part of a three day training exercise on a large piece of private land. Basic premise was two opposing forces set up camp nearly 5 miles apart, send out patrols, recon, etc. And a force is left behind to defend camp.
I was part of a small recon team that was traveling by foot at night. We had moved about 3 miles up rather rough terrain and came to what seemed to be a good place to rest for a few minutes. One of my team members sat down and leaned back against what we thought was a rock outcrop. As he leaned his rifle against it, there was a definite metal on metal clank. We cleared some brush and found a rather small (3 foot by 4 foot) heavy duty steel door. We were not near an actual trail and had been pretty much blazing through some rough terrain since we left camp. We decided to mark the spot and go back the next day to check it out.
The following day three of us returned and found the door was unlocked. We crawled in to what appeared to be a VERY long tunnel carved in to the size of this hill. It opened up in to several rooms that had shelving along the walls, a few small cots, some small tables, very old lanters and some very old maps and weapons. In a far corner we found two large sets of bones from what appeared to either be horses or mules.
After spending most of the afternoon taking pictures and taking notes about what we found we returned to camp and showed the pictures to one our XO. He called the property owner who claimed to have had no idea that this was on his property.
Turned out to be a Civil War bunker. Afer we had left, they found a small cemetery near by and a name carved in to a rock matched one of the names written on a map we had found.
You still happen to have those pics? Sounds like a incredible sight.

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