…This went on for hours – and my husband slept through the whole thing. I heard whistling and clanging of metal, like carnival rides….
…This object made no sound, and initially was moving far too slowly to be one of the many easily identified commercial craft in the area from the nearby airfields. I pointed the object out to my friend, who confirmed that he did indeed see the object. I then described what I saw to him, and he confirmed that this indeed matched what he had seen….
…Honestly, I thought maybe she was having some kind of mental episode or was in distress in some way. I got up to go check on her, and as I turned around I saw her coming into the small clearing with the table we were seated at. Not walking on the *only* path that leads into the park (total of maybe 30 feet) but straight up coming out of the bushes at us. She was staring at us like she was pissed, but not saying anything. Some of my friends kinda laughed, trying not to be rude, and continued on. But two of my other friends and I looked at each other apprehensively… at this point she begun walking in a circle around the table. I remember straight up saying “NOPE!” and breaking the circle because if horror movies have taught me anything, there’s something magical about circles….
…In the basement there was a door and stairs that led to the garden and the greenhouse. The greenhouse became my smoke spot and I was sitting there on the phone with my boyfriend, when the basement door made of wood and medal that must’ve weighed well over 75lbs opened on it’s own, and quickly….
…once i discovered what they were i went to battle and bitchslapped them….
The basement had several unusual handmade-looking tiny rooms. It was fixed up and painted to rent. While living next door we met the new tenants who moved in. The day after moving in, they came to us and asked if we knew about the house. They said it was really creepy….
…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….
…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….