…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….
….However, if it was the size of a conventional aircraft, it would have to have been exceptionally high. It honestly looked like a tic-tac. And if it was reflecting the rising sun, it was doing so in a very consistent manner. There was no glare or flash from the sun directed at me from the object. It was clear and there was no blur from motion. There was no sign of a contrail either. Other identifiable conventional jets I observed that day had short contrails….
I was camping by myself at the Joshua tree national park and taking long exposure photos in the dark. No one was in the campground with me, and It was around 11:30pm when I saw a flashing circle light in the sky. It sounded like a really quiet passing over me. The sound constantly went off and on and then completely stopped. The long exposure photo of the UFO shows kind of a flare where it flew by and 2 glowing blue circle shapes from where it hovered. There was no background lights from my tent or anywhere around me.
…Nothing seemed off about the store clerk or anything. I just couldn’t believe I found this special root beer, in the desert of all places!. We continued on and went to my cousin’s graduation. Afterwards, I decided we would drive back using the same route so I could buy all of the remaining root beer. I just had to bring that magical beverage back home to NC with me. I drove up and down this rural desert road 3 times. The stone gas station wasn’t there! I couldn’t believe it. Maybe I had taken a wrong turn I thought. No way. There was only one road! I have since been back to the area 3 times. I literally asked every local I ran into about it. I always received the same answer. THERE IS NO STONE GAS STATION!
Back in the early 80’s a month or so after my grandma passed I was woke up in the middle of the night by a smoke being that “felt” like her. It disappeared when I try to hug “her.”