…Whilst there, they were regaled with the local tale of a “Huge Spectral Dog” that haunts the Hergest Ridge are of the borders of England and Wales….
…The tale of a postal worker being attacking by a mysterious “large cat” in the Kerseley area of Nuneaton was the talk of the school. Within a week said “cat” had garnered several more tails and the story had become evermore gruesome in its nature….
Years ago, a friend of mine told me about the time he went to a party in Western Massachusetts, and while hanging around his car with a few others he noticed a large hand print on the rear window. I asked him about it recently but he had trouble recalling the details of exactly where it was, but he remembered the hand print clearly. He told me it was huge – easily twice the size of a large man’s hand, with fat fingers – “like Andre the Giant”. He said several others witnessed this, and were all perplexed….
…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….
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.
…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….
…When I braked to avoid hitting it, it turned and ran up a hill changing form to a goat then standing up like a human and disappeared behind a hill….
….We looked from the window down at the stubble in the field below. As the light framed a patch of weeds the girl began to say how she had fond memories of collecting the dry thistle-heads as a child. We both turned and looked out across the field. I was just think long of what to say, and for a split second my eyes refocused on our reflection in the window. She looked like she was screaming at full volume, her head back and her mouth stretching open, her throat was thick with the air in it and her wide eyes were focused on mine…..
Black panther, about the size of a German Shepherd, in the woods behind my mother’s house.