…He was there and then gone in the blink of an eye. One night I woke in dream paralysis and he was standing at the foot of my bed. He made eye contact and began to apologize. He seemed confused….
…Put your car in neutral and coast downhill. At a point just past the cemetery it will seem that you are going uphill….
…two giant hairy creatures with human faces and walking on all fours in perfect sync with each other as they crossed the road right in front of them….
…When the three of us stopped to see who was following us we heard three distinct steps before whoever it was stopped too. We started to walk again very quietly to see if we could hear someone behind us, again the distinct sound of footsteps and the jingle of keys…..
…You have to turn a blind corner when you do so. And, as I turned this corner, I was met with a pair of eyes. These eyes were already staring directly and intensely into mine when I turned the corner – as if they had already been seeing me through the wall….
…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.”…
…It wasn’t long after that my wife’s Aunt, who lives a few miles down the road, told us that locals had always considered the house to be haunted, but didn’t have any specific stories to share….
…I screamed absolute bloody murder thinking I was about to be kidnapped, the screaming continued once I realized I was utterly alone with no place for some one to hide (it is the desert, after all) and ran into my car and drove off in a panic….
…We find their grave. I had a thermos with tea, and her cup & saucer in my purse. I sat there and poured a cup of tea and watched out the corner of my eye as the lawn mower went by, feeling like fraud or paranoid that her kid will come by or something. It was powerful and pure once I let my anxieties down and just sat there and hung out. I poured a cup for her. No spookies. No ghosts or ghouls. Just pure human connection….
I was driving down the national trails highway (route 66) from Beatty, NV where I had slept in a rest stop overnight. I noticed this strange statue in the sand to the side of the highway near Amboy, CA but kept going. Once I saw the second same statue a bit down the road I decided to pull off and take pictures. There were 2 large stone foo dogs (.4 mile apart) facing toward the mountains, desert and caves across the highway. The dirt around the statues was torn up like someone had made a labyrinth like path around the property between the two statues with a truck. I took photos and when I got service a bit down the road (once I got to the only gas station for miles) I posted them online. I started driving toward Joshua Tree, right as I passed the chloride mines I decided to pull off again to find my cigarettes, I checked my twitter and was told I should post my findings on this site. That’s where the story really begins….