I have had dozens of experiences in this area (thus all the categories checked). Ghosts, “time travelers” (or whatever you call strangers who show up and know things only you would know about yourself), bipedal hedgehogs that saunter about like hobbits….
An 80000 foot deep hole no one has been able to find.
…The first, in the Hermitage, where energy orbs were observable both in digital cameras and the naked eye, paired with a heavy feeling of dread and despair. Inside the Hermitage, there was also a burnt carcass of a goat hanging from the ceiling. The second ocurrence took place inside the Peninha Chapel, where I met a local guide who explained the history of the site and indicated that the Holy Grail’s resting place was indeed somewhere tucked under the rocks under this very Chapel….
The Stiperstones is said to be home to six birds, who whistle a beautiful song in perfect unison. However, if a seventh bird joins their song, its a sure sign the end of times is near.
…don’t remember John in any detail but to me he was real. He just looked like an average guy to me, like my dad or uncles. When I go back now as an adults I get very uneasy feelings like people are watching me or standing right behind me. No one is ever there when I turn to look….
…At night when no one is on the trail I have heard talking and laughing, sounds like partying. This happens most nights I have been there. Except no one is there. I’ve gone and verified myself, the noise quieted when I went closer….
…On multiple occasions I have seen shadows move through doorways, heard whispers of unintelligible words, and felt the presence of many people around me when I was clearly alone….
…Such a scale of loss cannot leave the land unmarked, and many found themselves in a mass grave, not too far from the scene. And, a mere 2 years after the battle, the dead were seen again….
…The pin dropped not far from my house, in what looked on the map to be a forested area, but when I arrived I saw there is a path leading off the road into the woods, straight towards the pin, so in a went. To the right there is a small stream/creek and going a little ways in, right by the Randonaut pin I encountered a small pond on the left of the path. I could see that normally this was a runoff ditch that would pass through a tube under the path and drain into the creek on the other side, but at the time the tube was clogged up by dirt and debris and only a small amount was making its way under. The result was a small persistent standing whirlpool in the pond, also known in fluid dynamics as… a vortex!…
…On a similar note, few months later about a mile away on Highland street, I had another strange squirrel encounter. This was definitely a squirrel, I think, but it made me think about the little man….