…If I could describe how I felt after I noticed that there was literally no one behind me, It was a mixture of confused and unnerved. But not scared. I don’t know if that makes any sense, I didn’t dart out of there like a bullet. In fact once I made my turn, I got off my bike and went to investigate….
Category: Thin Places
Bat Winged Cryptid
While driving down a lonely country road…
Interdimensional Hub
…The division between realities is very thin and you can almost see the other people like a flickering curtain in a breeze….
11:18 Footfalls
…I fell asleep, as usual, to the sound of the 11:18 heavy footsteps. I only remember bits and pieces of my dream that took place in a great farmhouse perched upon a ridge bounded by water and distant mountains–the pattern of a Persian rug or shafts of sunlight through an orange tree swaying in the breeze. However, I find that I have been marked with a singular vision that I fear will presage things to come….
Mysterious Vacuum
…Once we got our food and went back outside to the car – which had been in our view the entire time – we were perplexed to find a small vacuum cleaner propped up against the door of the car. No explanation. Just a random vacuum, materialized out of nowhere….
Kennesaw Mountain Park
…During the same trip I picked up a small light pebble and took it home. I had horrible luck that week. My car broke down and the car I was using in its place got into an accident on the interstate. At some point I yelled that whatever was angry with me that I am sorry and to take whatever it wanted back….
Strange Encounter in Venice
…Then one night several weeks later the traffic slowed and I took a good look towards that walkway. And I realized I couldn’t see it. Not just that it was too dark or that a car stood in the way (there were no cars in the dirt lot), I mean I couldn’t *see* it. Something blocked it. I had driven past the property by the time that registered, and that part of Pacific isn’t friendly to people stopping and backing up. Too much traffic, not enough parking to pull over, and besides, I needed to get home. I decided that I’d try to remember to give it a better look the next night, but it was actually several days before I looked again. There was definitely a gate blocking the view of the walkway, but it didn’t look like a new gate. I thought, “Well, it must have been open when I stopped here that time.”…
The Bomb Shelter
…The darkness down here was dense and tangible. It seemed to consume the light from the hole above. Having just got off the ladder, what I could make out around me were dozens of these small, short white pillars scattered around a shelf next to the ladder. I’d later reach out and pick one up and realize that what I was looking at were the stubs of candles burned down to the last. They were arranged along a shelf carved out of the dirt….
The Church in the Woods
…As i got older, I’d go by myself further down the road, just to get out of the house and be alone. It was around this time that i started biking by The Church. It was old, dark, and almost completely hidden by the trees. But if I biked by at night, the windows would always be lit….
Mystery Wolf
…The first thing I thought was how beautiful it was, then I was terrified it would go after my dog and I knew it wasn’t alone. I backed away slowly and took a short cut out of the woods to walk the tree line back to my house. My dog hadn’t noticed a thing (not unusual for him)….