…The effect wasn’t because we were moving and the plane was moving, because when we came to a stop, the plane still was suspended there in the air. I made a turn in the road to see if we could continue to watch what happened with the plane, since if I kept going we would have driven right past it. Once I turned, the plane was no longer in the sky….
…I was around a corner stopped to let him past because I was about to run into him…. but he never passed so I stuck my head out from around the corner but there was no one there. I looked for him and called out to him, but there was nothing. I was about to tell him he couldn’t be in this space because it wasn’t open yet – and in fact there was no way he could have got in….
…I looked over and saw a man standing in the foyer dressed in a brown suit with a long orange beard. He was tall and thin and looked out of time. (He looked liked a hipster but hipsters werent invented yet!) I got up to welcome him but by the time i walked from the couch to foyer – like 6 metres, he was gone. It was particulaly weird because i hadn’t heard him come in and i didnt hear him leave….
…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 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….
…It merely sat there and glowered in its own inimitable manner for over decade, crumbling under its own timetable of decay rather than, as other abandoned building in the area, suffer the vagaries of being used as a den for various activities by kids of all ages.. In the early 1970s a group of us, 13-14 years of age, decided to finally explore the house….
…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….
…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)….
…That night I had horrible nightmares that depicted a shadowy figure tapping at the window. I figured my brain had just constructed it to explain the tapping, so I ignored it. We both got up and I asked her about the night before. She acted strange and I dropped it. I was in the bathroom getting ready, when I went in, she was at the mirror in the hall putting on lipstick. When I walked about about 5 min later, she was starring into the mirror with the lipstick in her hand….
…It was a little lad, maybe nine or ten, what would be called here on Orkney a wee peedie boy. He was wearing grey school shorts and a white shirt and a bright blue jumper, the colour of the sky only once on this trip….