Sounds about right.

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This is a bump for some more bump in the night stories.

BOO!

There is your Bump in the night.

Can't recall if its been linked but give

SCP Series

a whirl. Fun read.

Very entertaining layout and concept.

The Staircase

The Old Man

The Devil's Deal

Some are creepy, some are flat out funny.

Very creepy.

I was listening to Ghost to Ghost AM 2001 on my way home from school tonight, and it reminded me of two stories that my great aunt told me from the "old days".




























































 
 
 
 

When I was a boy my father used to take us on camping trips in summer to the Canadian Rockies.

We drove in a station wagon pulling one of those tent trailer things that used to be very popular back in the day.  They had screened "windows" on them that could be covered with zippered flaps for privacy, but a lot of times we left them open to admit the night air.

We would go to a campground, pull into a spot, set up the tent trailer, cook dinner over a Coleman camp stove, and then sleep inside in sleeping bags.  (We were dorks - kind of like the Brady Bunch ).

Well one night my older sister (who was probably about 12 at the time, whereas I would have been about 8) woke up with a very bad "nightmare."

She was very upset.  The next morning at breakfast she kept insisting that in the middle of the night, she looked out the window of the tent trailer, and saw a man walking around near the campsite, with no head.

My parents assured her she was just having a nightmare, but the thing was, she was adamant this was not a dream - she claimed she really SAW this.

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I go hunting Saturday mornings with a friend.  I'm usually leaving my house around 0400.  One morning I turned on the radio and Coast to Coast was on.  They had a bunch of bigfoot close encounter stories.

After a couple minutes I thought, "I really don't need to listen to this just before going to sit in the pitch black woods for a couple hours."

I've been to Waverly Hills Sanatorium. I didn't go inside, and went during the day but still. Holy fuckin shit.






































 

Back in the mid 70s after I transferred from active USMC to USMCR and went to college, I was home for a summer because I couldn't find summer work near the college and got on at a job I had back in high school working for a local logger. Not all the tandems and tri-axle log trucks had Prentice loading booms, and the GMC I was driving was one without, so as I waited for the truck to get loaded at a staging yard at the start of some skidder trails, I walked off into the woods to ah, urinate and kill some time. I was walking along a game trail within sight of the loader, my truck, and the staging yard but still in the woods deep enough that I really couldn't make out any of the equipment behind me.

There are some pretty large conglomerate rock boulders in north central PA, as big as houses in some areas and on some hillsides. The game trail went between two such large conglomerate boulders, both were perhaps 10 or 12 ft tall, taller than a standard room ceiling. I walked past the boulders maybe eight or 10 yards and the temperature in the woods IMMEDIATELY felt like it dropped 20 degrees as I took two more steps. The hair stood up on my neck and my skin was a mess of goose bumps. There was a faint buzzing, crackling sound like arc welding, and an oily odor something like oil or coal burning, but no smoke that I could see. Maybe like when a fluorescent ballast gives out, but without the burning electrical smell. Hard to describe.

I slammed the brakes on right there, hair standing on edge, heart pounding, with the reptile part of my brain screaming, "RUN!" I took a couple sliding steps backward, listening to the faint buzzing / crackling noise that sounded a bit like an ongoing electrical short, or arc welding.

I was looking forward all around, through the 180 degrees of vision, and caught movement to the left of center, about 20-25 yards ahead at my 11 o'clock. The woods in that area was blurry, almost shimmering like heat off a car hood or blacktop in August, but the blurriness was a section of woods about 12-15 feet wide and maybe just as tall or taller, I'm guessing, in relation to the conglomerate rock boulders. I stood there for maybe 30 seconds, maybe five minutes, I don't know. The patch of woods at my 11 o'clock continued to waver and shimmer slightly, and the buzz and odor didn't let up. I knew I did NOT want to go near that spot of woods. There were no animal noises whatsover.  I think I probably could have moved if I wanted to, but something deep within me said to hold fast.

After the 30 seconds (or five minutes) passed the buzz started to fade fairly noticeably, and the blurry shimmery effect seemed to fade with it. When the noise was gone, the woods at 11 o'clock looked just like the rest of the woods in front of me. The woods felt warmer. The gooseflesh feeling went away.

I backed up slowly till I got to the rocks, then backed past them before turning and walking quickly back to the staging yard. The loader operator had four or five more logs to load and I just climbed into the GMC's cab and sat behind the wheel. I wasn't there five seconds and I started to shake uncontrollably. I sat there shaking until the loader hit the horn, signalling me to pull ahead and chain up the load. I about fell out of the truck and started laying out the load chains, but concentrating on the work sorta got me straightened out and the shaking went away. I felt wasted, like after a 20 mile hike with a full ALICE pack, ammo load, two canteens, and M16A1.

I didn't say anything to anyone until about six or eight years ago when I was in a gun shop and some regulars were swapping hunting stories. One of the guys related a story that was identical to my experience. Different location in north central PA woods, but there was no doubt in my mind he saw the same thing I did. None of the guys razzed him, and I said "I saw that too, back in the summer of 1975." One of the other guys said his deceased father told him about seeing the same effect decades earlier.

Noah

I challenge you to read your post.

The Wellton Wild Man

Back in the early '50s a wild man was loose in the town of Wellton Arizona. He was well known in all the hobo camps. When the hobos started to go to the authorities his infamy spread through out the town.

Wellton is a small burgh just east of Yuma on I-8. It was founded when SP sank a well there for their locomotives. My Grandpa was a track gang foreman for SP and of course raised his family there. This includes my Mom, her two sisters and my late Uncle Bill. Grandpa and Uncle Bill used to catch wild horses in the desert north of Wellton, on what is now Yuma Proving Grounds land. They would then sell them and make a little money.

Due to the proximity of the tracks there were a lot of hobo camps nearby. The hobos started telling of a Wild Man that would attack their camps at night. He wore a long duster style coat and had a face that looked as if it had been burned. The Wild Man would come into there camps screamin' and hollerin', wavin' his arms around, jumpin' up and down and generally raising hell as he ran through the camp and into the night.

The hobos started getting pretty scarce around town and a few eventually went to the local gendarmes.

A "posse" was set up and Grandpa and Uncle Bill were asked to be on it since they both knew the area so well. Several days and nights were spent searching but they never found the Wild Man. Eventually after a month or so the stories died down and the Wild Man was never discovered.

My Mom remembers this time well. She and her friends were not allowed to go outside after dark for quite awhile after the stories.

My Uncle Bill died Mother's Day of '95. After the funeral we were all sitting around talking about him when Grandpa confessed that Bill was the Wild Man.  Grandpa and Bill thought up the idea to try and scare off the hobos. But knowing Bill and Grandpa I believe they did it just for the hell of it. Grandpa said Bill would pull a silk stocking over his head, put on a slicker and launch into his heeby-jeeby act while Grandpa held their horses on the other side of camp. They'd then mount up and watch the hilarity, ready to make a fast get away if things got too hot. Only one time did the hobos try and chase after the Wild Man but Grandpa fired his rifle and they let off.

The best part was that while telling the story, my Aunt Evelyn, Bill's wife, was the only one who knew about it. His daughters had heard the stories over the years and had never knew they were sitting next to the Wellton Wild Man the whole time.

lol

I was thinking the same thing.

Terminator?

 

If so, a big one.  12' to 15' by 12' to 15', rectangular but really close to being square.  I've seen the movie, and that special effect doesn't really compare to what I saw.  But for our viewers at home, yeah, just think "Terminator" for lack of having been there beside me.  Close enough.

The longer I've thought about it, the more I'm thinking along the lines of a doorway - portal - wormhole.  Maybe a simple rift in the space-time continuum or whatnot.

Worst part, the tract being logged was huge and I had to drive that GMC tandem to that loader several times every day for a little over two months before it was time to go back to college.  At one point a couple weeks before quitting for school I got up the balls to walk back to that spot, and zero, zip, nada, non, nei, nein, nyet –– just northern PA woods looking and sounding just like hundreds of square miles of other northern PA woods.

As an aside, a 6-71 Detroit Diesel up close and personal will destroy your hearing if you don't wear earplugs.  Ask me how I know that.

Noah

 

Sounds like a Thinny...

Tranny?

WTH is a thinny?



 

It's the term coined by Stephen King in the Dark Tower series of novels (see user name) that is used to describe exactly what the OP is talking about.

Cool to read a story that's "local"!

I love a good scary story and wish I had one to share but even though Ive ventured in graveyards and supposedly haunted houses I never saw shit.





My wife is trying to find a picture she took when she and my mother-in-law went to Alabama and took a walk in the woods where some old graves are. Ill add it later if and when she finds it.  

 

Trying to get stuff going on at my bros house. Damn ghost wont react when I taunt it and try to piss it off. I told it to strangle someone if it had the balls. Apparently it doesn't. It prefers to just sit on the end of a bed and make the dog bark at the door of its room. Friggin lame ghost.








































 

Sure you guys don't mean Predator?

No.

They are referring to the Terminator films.

Specifically, the scenes where the Terminator arrives in present time from the future, through some kind of an interdimensional portal which involves strange flashes of plasma discharge and buzzing sounds.

I once ate 3 fiber one bars, 2 Fatkins bars and a protein shake.

 




 

Okay, I follow.  Owing to the setting (woods) I was picturing the Predator camoflage effect.

Thanks for the excellent first-hand account, and photograph.



Would you care to elaborate on the events in the room that was then demolished?

Yes please





 

No?  Damn, I hate being left hanging . . .

I had sleep Paralysis for the first time two days ago. I woke up in the morning on my side and could not open my one eye or move at all. I had a shotgun beside me under the cover and I seen a dark figure hovering over me from the head of the bed. I had a feeling it was trying to grab the gun,sounds messed up I know, anyways it looked at it with my one eye and it kind of vanished flew back out of vision extremly fast.

Bump

and yet another bump.

Always  odd that when Halloween gets closer, these threads always die off. You would think would be more popular.

Every time this thread has been bumped over the last month I have opened it with hope of good new stories. Instead I end up closing it in disappointment.

I just re-read the whole thing. Unfortunately, I have nothing to contribute.



 

I have a friend who is having apparently some interesting stuff happen in his house. I have helped explain away most of it but some things I just cant.













 

Why don't you mosey over there with a camcorder, and a separate audio recorder, preferably with remote microphone (i.e., not condenser mic on the unit), and see what you can capture, if anything?



You're a GoldMember, you can embed video/audio here, and THAT would get the thread back into high gear!

Looks kind of like a Guy Fawkes mask.  

Consider this a BUMP in the night!





Some real, genuine stories would get this thread back into high gear.

Its not constant and its only once in awhile. Last episode was two months ago I think. Besides, he doesn't want to knowledge it by trying to communicate with it or record of photo it. He isn't worried about getting proof, he just wants it gone.

 

See, this is the kind of stuff where a video recording with good clear audio, or better yet, concurrently running video and separate audio would be very worthwhile.



I mean, if there's something there that can be recognized and captured on video/audio, that confirms what people say they've seen, at least they will know it isn't their imagination.



The converse is also true; if nothing is captured, then that would tend to suggest it's not physical, and therefore can be more easily ignored.



Problems rarely go away of their own accord . . .

Oh I think it would be cool to get some proof. It may help him in the end.





 

Someone has to have more to add.

Dang, I have some reading to do!

+1





 

Don't be a scared!