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Old Man with a Hat
I'll go first.
I thought it might be cool to relay stories of odd experiences, paranormal happenings, unexplained events, and downright strange **** that some may have encountered in their lives.
This experience is very true.
This happened to me back in the day as a teenager at summer camp. My folks sent me to camp every summer for about 3 or 4 weeks at a clip. The camp itself was located way back in the woods....WAAAAY back in the woods. I remember a small dirt road that meandered thru the woods to get to the council lodge, and from there small paths led to various wooden "huts" with bunk beds and small refrigerators. It was cool place to get away to during the summers. As you would expect, in the middle of the summer it is hot day and night. The air was filled with the constant sound of cicadas, the wafting scent of pine trees and the scent of burnt wood and coal. Nothing was paved, and to get anywhere (such as the dining hall) one had to walk on hot sandy paths that tooled thru the woodland. In the deeps of the pine barrens.....everything begins to look the same.....in every direction. The pine trees and thick underbrush close in on you and your six senses heighten to the point where every bush or limb that happens to move by itself gives you the willies.
One night after the evening’s festivities my compadres and I were sitting around a raging campfire situated in front of a huge rustic totem pole. It had to be at least ten or eleven animal heads tall. We were all beat senseless after spending the day hiking through all creation. We were dead dog tired. We had a roaring firing going in front of the totem pole and the heat was making me even sleepier. I sat cross legged and the very flames of the fire danced around the burning logs. I felt intense waves of heat splash against my face and chest. I was literally ready to fall over and pass out.
I finally made it to my bunk bed.
I shared a bunk with a kid name Billy. I had the top bed, he had the bottom. I climbed up there and swiftly fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, I would guess around 3 or 3:30 am I remember being startled awake by a dull "THUMP" noise, like someone hit the wall with a hammer. I'm dreaming, I thought to myself. "THUMP". I heard it again. Dead silence. Another "THUMP". This time however, it seemed a lot closer.
It was extremely dark outside the open window. There are no lights that deep in the pines...no power. Any light source would be the one you brought in with you.....flashlight, lantern, whatever you had with you was it. I remember there were no stars that night so it was hard to even make out my hand in front of my face. It was DARK. Normally that doesn't bother me much, the lack of light. Something was missing however. The bug sounds were silent. No cicadas. No crickets. Nothing at all, it was dead silent.
Still being kind of groggy and without sitting up I looked over the edge of my bed. I could just barely make out the bottom of the bunk bed. Billy was hanging half out of the bunk still in his pants and shoes. A few feet across me were to other bunk beds with two other campers occupying them, dead asleep.
I heard the "THUMP" again.
"THUMP", "THUMP, "THUMP". “THUMP, THUMP”, THUMP”. “THUMP, THUMP, THUMP”. "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP". WTF is that??
I gazed upon the ceiling and closed my eyes tight. Real tight.
I woke up at or around the first light of dawn. I forced myself not to say anything about this to anyone b/c I figured no one would believe me. I did however after returning home mention this to a family member who was very religious (Catholic) at the time. What she told me really spooked me good.
It is believed by the church that repeated knocking or thumping sounds that cannot be explained or found and always occur in threes around 2 or 3 am in the morning are in fact demonic symbology for mocking of the holy trinity. I looked it up b/c I though she was just kidding me.
I never went back there.
I thought it might be cool to relay stories of odd experiences, paranormal happenings, unexplained events, and downright strange **** that some may have encountered in their lives.
This experience is very true.
This happened to me back in the day as a teenager at summer camp. My folks sent me to camp every summer for about 3 or 4 weeks at a clip. The camp itself was located way back in the woods....WAAAAY back in the woods. I remember a small dirt road that meandered thru the woods to get to the council lodge, and from there small paths led to various wooden "huts" with bunk beds and small refrigerators. It was cool place to get away to during the summers. As you would expect, in the middle of the summer it is hot day and night. The air was filled with the constant sound of cicadas, the wafting scent of pine trees and the scent of burnt wood and coal. Nothing was paved, and to get anywhere (such as the dining hall) one had to walk on hot sandy paths that tooled thru the woodland. In the deeps of the pine barrens.....everything begins to look the same.....in every direction. The pine trees and thick underbrush close in on you and your six senses heighten to the point where every bush or limb that happens to move by itself gives you the willies.
One night after the evening’s festivities my compadres and I were sitting around a raging campfire situated in front of a huge rustic totem pole. It had to be at least ten or eleven animal heads tall. We were all beat senseless after spending the day hiking through all creation. We were dead dog tired. We had a roaring firing going in front of the totem pole and the heat was making me even sleepier. I sat cross legged and the very flames of the fire danced around the burning logs. I felt intense waves of heat splash against my face and chest. I was literally ready to fall over and pass out.
I finally made it to my bunk bed.
I shared a bunk with a kid name Billy. I had the top bed, he had the bottom. I climbed up there and swiftly fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, I would guess around 3 or 3:30 am I remember being startled awake by a dull "THUMP" noise, like someone hit the wall with a hammer. I'm dreaming, I thought to myself. "THUMP". I heard it again. Dead silence. Another "THUMP". This time however, it seemed a lot closer.
It was extremely dark outside the open window. There are no lights that deep in the pines...no power. Any light source would be the one you brought in with you.....flashlight, lantern, whatever you had with you was it. I remember there were no stars that night so it was hard to even make out my hand in front of my face. It was DARK. Normally that doesn't bother me much, the lack of light. Something was missing however. The bug sounds were silent. No cicadas. No crickets. Nothing at all, it was dead silent.
Still being kind of groggy and without sitting up I looked over the edge of my bed. I could just barely make out the bottom of the bunk bed. Billy was hanging half out of the bunk still in his pants and shoes. A few feet across me were to other bunk beds with two other campers occupying them, dead asleep.
I heard the "THUMP" again.
"THUMP", "THUMP, "THUMP". “THUMP, THUMP”, THUMP”. “THUMP, THUMP, THUMP”. "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP". WTF is that??
I gazed upon the ceiling and closed my eyes tight. Real tight.
I woke up at or around the first light of dawn. I forced myself not to say anything about this to anyone b/c I figured no one would believe me. I did however after returning home mention this to a family member who was very religious (Catholic) at the time. What she told me really spooked me good.
It is believed by the church that repeated knocking or thumping sounds that cannot be explained or found and always occur in threes around 2 or 3 am in the morning are in fact demonic symbology for mocking of the holy trinity. I looked it up b/c I though she was just kidding me.
I never went back there.
