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I'm one of those who have never had a supernatural experience but I also don't doubt those who say they have.
I remember this story. I like the part where Mama poo-poos everyone when they say they saw something, but when SHE sees something, they vamoose immediately.
Spooky!
My family has experienced many different types of supernatural phenomena. I’m glad we’ve never experienced one this scary!
Thanks for posting. I read it every year. :)
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I too know of a story from just down the street. I don't tell it. It too would give you goosebumps. I am thankful I didn't purchase that home.
If there’s any explanation for hauntings the best one I’ve heard is that, as modern physics theorizes, there are many parallel dimensions in which time as we know it doesn’t operate at all or operates differently. Hauntings are the result of traumatic events that allow the consciousness of participants (Quantum physics dictates that reality itself is created moment to moment by consciousness anyway) to somehow create loops that reenact the events. They’re not “real” in quite the same sense as the rest of our “reality”, but real enough to shock and scare.
I read this every year, and it always gives me the creeps.
I pretty much read it every year. Don’t remember if I’ve related my story.
I used to lifeguard at the high school a couple nights a week - nothing much but given other activities it was a nice little bit of money for spending. pool closed about 9 and every night when I came home into my sleepy little town of 800 I would wind through the streets checking up on the friends and neighbors houses - we didn’t get a lot of crime out in the boondocks, but I had to at least swing by the house of the girl I had a crush for. The last leg after that girls house took me a little out of town and past the old cemetery. The one from the founding until the early 1900s.
Anyway, one Thursday the 13th, I think it was April..maybe May, on a full moon night in my little 4 cylinder Ford Escort I hit a black cat with that little car. Right beside that cemetery. Both my front and back wheel on the drivers side lifter up, so I knew I hadn’t missed him. As I mentioned it was a small town and when something like that happens you get out to see who’s animal it was and if they can be helped. If not and you don’t know who’s it is, you start knocking on the nearby doors to let them know and help with internment procedures or at least express your condolences.
Except. There was no cat. I went back up the wrote all the way to the curve on the road, which I knew I was well past. I went ahead of the car a ways in case somehow it had crawled there. I went as far as the concrete retaining wall and fence around that ol’ graveyard and I went into the drainage ditch on the other side and up the other side just as far as I had on the road. Never found that cat.
Asked around the next day. No one nearby had a cat by that description. Oh, there were black cats in town, but our quarter of town near the graveyard was ‘managed’ by our own black/grey tiger stripped tabby and a large orange. There were no black cats in our quarter that were outside cats. Further all the black cats that did exist were accounted for...I went so far as to knock on all the neighbors doors near the incident...ok about 15 houses, but still...
Haven’t heard of other incidents from anyone else. I didn’t drink at the time or anything else. I know that car lifted and I still get the willys when I go home to visit and come around that corner at night.