I was outside of the haunted Providence Academy in Vancouver Washington, taking a tour. I was at least 100 feet from the nearest building or sidewalk. It had been raining.
In the middle of the gravel there was a lone, pristinely clean orange. The Interdimensional Produce Wizard strikes again!
…The result of the Automatic Writing session contained a language that was unknown to us and we never identified said language, if indeed it was actually a language. When we looked at the clock, some of us were surprised to find that approximately an extra 45 minutes had passed….
…So by three years old, I was not speaking fluently or with much understanding of others around me. Yet, at three years old I went up to my mom and started telling her about my “old life” as I called it. Very clearly I told her that we were once sisters in my old life. And then I vividly described our family standing on a dirt road by the farm and we were all together. I apparently told her this a few times that year and it stuck in her memories….
…The city and state of Colima are definitely places of high weirdness and I think that many parts of the city and the state can be considered Thin Places due to the number of stories that abound here. Some say that it is due to the proximity of the volcanoes ( The Snow volcano–dormant and the Fire volcano–still active). Some say that there are strong energetic areas both in the city and up towards the volcano, where strange energies can be felt and sometimes even seen in action. The state of Colima has stories ranging from Ghosts to UFOs to time distortions to witchcraft, to energy vectors, you name it!…
…She began to feel very afraid and also a bit nauseated. Her instinct told her to get off the sidewalk and let this person pass. Her heart was racing. BUT , as the “person” came closer, she began to get second thoughts. She began to feel like something in her was telling her that her thoughts were silly and that she had no reason to be fearful and that she should continue walking on the sidewalk, which she did, contrary to her instinct….
…I ran like the wind out of there! BUT it´s not over. I had to return later that evening to talk to someone ( anyone by then) so I returned about 7pm. Again I went up to the stage area, and while there, I saw an old man dressed in a janitor´s outfit come towards me. At first he seemed reluctant, he wouldn´t really look at me ( I was ready to run out of there again!). He finally came close and slowly placed his hand on my shoulder and even gave me a little squeeze, and he said to me–oh, you´re for real. I wasn´t sure if you were really human or not, sorry….
One evening back in 2012 we were taking a walk along a common ATV trail in the woods, looking for neat stones and birch branches that had been shed, when we caught this shadow from the corner of our eyes. I joked that maybe it was bigfoot but my husband was concerned it could possibly be a bear, since it was close to hibernation.
It moved a little closer and I could tell it wasn’t a bear (or bigfoot lol!) but what looked like a big, shaggy wolf with dark brown fur all over it’s body. The part that didn’t register at first was that it appeared to be standing on its hind legs like a person, and looking around.
…The Houghton Mansion is the spooky crown jewel of the Berkshires – it was built by the original mayor of North Adams, AC Houghton, in the 1890s. Members of the Houghton family met an unlucky fate in a horrible car accident, while their chauffeur allegedly took his own life days later in the stables and AC died in the home days after that. There are several local tales of the land underneath, and the general area, being a giant hotspot for strangeness….
…So, naturally when my father took me to Troll Bridge as a kid, he would slowly roll to the opening and give one small honk, wait a few seconds, then proceed. Each time, I would hear soft thuds on the doors of the car – not enough to really scare me, but enough to know something was there….
The beer delivery guy chuckled, and told me “One day I brought in part of a delivery of beer through the basement bulkhead, and this woman was standing there in the basement. I said hi and turned away – then I realized that she was dressed in weirdly old fashioned clothing, and the basement there isn’t the kind of place you’d just be hanging around. When I turned around to look, she was gone!”…