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Posted on 2/11/14 at 6:20 pm to Firewind
I hope this thread never dies. 
Posted on 2/11/14 at 6:57 pm to tbrig3211
Just finished penpals. Excellent.
Posted on 2/13/14 at 11:29 am to VanRIch
Finally got around to reading the cave story. Disappointed.
Posted on 2/13/14 at 12:21 pm to VanRIch
This is a true story. I've heard similar but this actually happened to me and my friend and I'll stand by it until I'm dead.
I used to be in a deer lease west of Bogalusa in Plainview. When I was in college, my best friend and I were sitting in a box stand one afternoon during the rut trying to get a good buck on film. We had a few bow kills but nothing big so we brought the rifles. We get set up with the tripod in place and everything, and our piece of shite camera kept going on and off. We were messing with it trying to figure out what was wrong with it and three does walked out, so we set it back on the tripod easily and got to watching them. After about 45 minutes, we start hearing something coming from the 2:00 side of the food plot. I know everything in the woods sounds like a deer when you want it to be a deer, but this legitimately sounded like big nasty. So I get my .270 up and ready waiting on it to walk out. The does have heard it too and all three of them are fixed on where the deer looks to be walking out of. If you think of it as a clock, our stand was at 6:00 and the does were at 9:00. The presumed deer was coming from 2:00 in the woods. After like 10 minutes of the noise getting closer, it stopped. We couldn't figure it out. Then, my friend tapped me and pointed back to the does. All three does' heads were fixated on something but they were moving towards us...almost like they were watching something at their height that wasn't there walk across the green field. They followed whatever it was all the way across the green field to the woods on the other side, near 8:00 or so about 25 yards from our shooting house. When their eyes got closer to the woods, the same steps we heard coming from the woods on the other side picked up right in the woods where the does were looking. It just deliberately walked away. We didn't really realize until afterwards, but throughout the whole event something smelled terrible...like dead animals. The smell went away with the noise. To this day I'm convinced that those deer watched something walk across that green field that we couldn't see. I didn't hunt that stand for the rest of the season and we took it down after the season was over. I've since moved out of the lease for reasons unrelated.
TL;DR: Went deer hunting, saw three does, three does watched with laser focus something presumably invisible walk across the food plot from one side to another. We heard it coming and going, but never once saw it.
I'm not really good to say I believe in a Windigo or anything like that even though I've heard plenty of the stories growing up in the outdoors, but to this day that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen or heard in the woods.
I used to be in a deer lease west of Bogalusa in Plainview. When I was in college, my best friend and I were sitting in a box stand one afternoon during the rut trying to get a good buck on film. We had a few bow kills but nothing big so we brought the rifles. We get set up with the tripod in place and everything, and our piece of shite camera kept going on and off. We were messing with it trying to figure out what was wrong with it and three does walked out, so we set it back on the tripod easily and got to watching them. After about 45 minutes, we start hearing something coming from the 2:00 side of the food plot. I know everything in the woods sounds like a deer when you want it to be a deer, but this legitimately sounded like big nasty. So I get my .270 up and ready waiting on it to walk out. The does have heard it too and all three of them are fixed on where the deer looks to be walking out of. If you think of it as a clock, our stand was at 6:00 and the does were at 9:00. The presumed deer was coming from 2:00 in the woods. After like 10 minutes of the noise getting closer, it stopped. We couldn't figure it out. Then, my friend tapped me and pointed back to the does. All three does' heads were fixated on something but they were moving towards us...almost like they were watching something at their height that wasn't there walk across the green field. They followed whatever it was all the way across the green field to the woods on the other side, near 8:00 or so about 25 yards from our shooting house. When their eyes got closer to the woods, the same steps we heard coming from the woods on the other side picked up right in the woods where the does were looking. It just deliberately walked away. We didn't really realize until afterwards, but throughout the whole event something smelled terrible...like dead animals. The smell went away with the noise. To this day I'm convinced that those deer watched something walk across that green field that we couldn't see. I didn't hunt that stand for the rest of the season and we took it down after the season was over. I've since moved out of the lease for reasons unrelated.
TL;DR: Went deer hunting, saw three does, three does watched with laser focus something presumably invisible walk across the food plot from one side to another. We heard it coming and going, but never once saw it.
I'm not really good to say I believe in a Windigo or anything like that even though I've heard plenty of the stories growing up in the outdoors, but to this day that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen or heard in the woods.
This post was edited on 2/13/14 at 12:24 pm
Posted on 2/13/14 at 12:27 pm to bluemoons
buck walked behind your stand. Does watched him in woods. You and your buddy were too escared of ghosts to realize a big buck was right on top you.
Posted on 2/13/14 at 12:30 pm to DirtyMikeandtheBoys
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buck walked behind your stand. Does watched him in woods. You and your buddy were too escared of ghosts to realize a big buck was right on top you.
Plausible. But behind me was like 30 yards of woods then a clearcut. We would've heard him. It's hard to explain but the noise entered the other side of the green field a straight line from where it stopped prior.
Idk. Tough to explain. But very weird.
Posted on 2/13/14 at 12:49 pm to bluemoons
quote:
Tough to explain
Umm...it just was.
Posted on 2/17/14 at 7:59 pm to Python
Just read the soul game. Nice read. also, bump 
Posted on 2/18/14 at 12:35 am to MrTide33
We called him Mr. Hungry. In the very back of the woods where on my grandparents property there was a thicket. Deep and dark and overgrown, with heavy woods all around, too thick to venture in to. Always dark, so clustered and shaded that you couldn't see far into it at much at all.
That was where Mr. Hungry lived.
We'd bring all the carcasses there. Rabbits, squirrels, fish, anything that bled. It was always the kids job to bring the entrails there, a long walk through a wooded corridor, back to the thicket...the thicket where Mr. Hungry dwelt, always watching, and always, always hungry.
That trek, eerily quiet when you reached it, it seemed. Like the birds would quit chirping there, and all you would hear is the wind...the wind, and the faintest whisper of utter silence, and that feeling of hidden eyes crawling over your skin.
So many times we'd bring the bloodstained bucket of steaming guts and skin and fur and bones and heads.
You'd walk slow there, eyes darting to and fro, watching for movement in the woods. And sometimes, sometimes you'd swear you'd see catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye, some darting shadow moving swift just outside of your field of vision, and always when you'd turn towards it...nothing. Nothing but the feeling that you were not alone.
It was always better to feed Mr. Hungry with someone else. A sibling, a friend, a cousin. It made the walk easier, and the mad dash for home right after you threw the foul mix into the thicket a breathless race, almost fun.
But sometimes, you had to go alone. Alone to that place where there were never any bones or skulls left from previous visits..And you would swear, when the wind died, that you could hear the faintest whisper of heavy breath. Heavy, hot, and always so very, very, hungry.
But we made damn sure that there was something to bring when we visited, because if he didn't get fed...well, he might start looking. And maybe he'd leave that foul place where the brambles grew close as kin and ground was always wet, and if he did, he might be hungry for something...fresher.
That was where Mr. Hungry lived.
We'd bring all the carcasses there. Rabbits, squirrels, fish, anything that bled. It was always the kids job to bring the entrails there, a long walk through a wooded corridor, back to the thicket...the thicket where Mr. Hungry dwelt, always watching, and always, always hungry.
That trek, eerily quiet when you reached it, it seemed. Like the birds would quit chirping there, and all you would hear is the wind...the wind, and the faintest whisper of utter silence, and that feeling of hidden eyes crawling over your skin.
So many times we'd bring the bloodstained bucket of steaming guts and skin and fur and bones and heads.
You'd walk slow there, eyes darting to and fro, watching for movement in the woods. And sometimes, sometimes you'd swear you'd see catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye, some darting shadow moving swift just outside of your field of vision, and always when you'd turn towards it...nothing. Nothing but the feeling that you were not alone.
It was always better to feed Mr. Hungry with someone else. A sibling, a friend, a cousin. It made the walk easier, and the mad dash for home right after you threw the foul mix into the thicket a breathless race, almost fun.
But sometimes, you had to go alone. Alone to that place where there were never any bones or skulls left from previous visits..And you would swear, when the wind died, that you could hear the faintest whisper of heavy breath. Heavy, hot, and always so very, very, hungry.
But we made damn sure that there was something to bring when we visited, because if he didn't get fed...well, he might start looking. And maybe he'd leave that foul place where the brambles grew close as kin and ground was always wet, and if he did, he might be hungry for something...fresher.
Posted on 2/18/14 at 12:46 am to fr33manator
I work about 100' from a site where 12 people were gruesomely killed in an accident. I'll keep y'all updated if I see something going down.
Posted on 2/18/14 at 12:47 am to fightin tigers
morbid curiosity...but can you give details?
Posted on 2/18/14 at 12:54 am to fr33manator
This one time I was reading a thread on TD and eventually it disappeared. All of a sudden, about a week later it comes back seemingly out of the blue before disappearing into obscurity again. Then 2 weeks pass and that same thread came back from the dead, refusing to die, but like always, it disappears, waiting to feast on a poor soul. Then a month later, it comes back, only who knows what its looking for...
Posted on 2/18/14 at 1:09 am to fr33manator
Would be saying too much about where I work. Not that I care about the people on the board, but not sure who here lurks the site.
Posted on 2/18/14 at 1:09 am to fightin tigers
Text it to me?
Posted on 2/22/14 at 1:16 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
Posted on 2/22/14 at 1:35 pm to TIGERBAIT84
quote:
"candyman."
Just gave me goosebumps
Posted on 2/25/14 at 3:41 pm to jose
Soul Game killed some time for me. Not Bad!
Posted on 2/25/14 at 8:11 pm to Mrs. Amaro
My history teacher told the class this story one day:
Her husband is in the military and earlier in life they had been stationed in Las Vegas, where her husband was a deacon in a local church.
Some members of their youth group were friends with a guy who supposedly "dabbled in the occult/satan worship/witchcraft" whatever (I'm aware that this is considered an overblown thing and usually made up, but my history teacher was being serious about this).
At some point while they're at church one day, the youth group guys rush into the church and tell them the friend had been out in the desert doing whatever it was he was doing, and that when they found him, he didn't respond to anything. He just looked straight ahead.
So they picked him up and put him in the van and drove him to the church. The deacons go out to the van and try their luck. No response, he just stares straight ahead.
They decide to bring him inside the church. No luck, straight ahead.
Finally the pastor decides they should pray over him. They place their hands on him and his head snaps toward them and speaks in a strange voice, obviously angry.
It culminated with the chair moving back of it;s own accord.
That's all I remember her telling us. I don't know if they continued praying or what they did with him after that.
Her husband is in the military and earlier in life they had been stationed in Las Vegas, where her husband was a deacon in a local church.
Some members of their youth group were friends with a guy who supposedly "dabbled in the occult/satan worship/witchcraft" whatever (I'm aware that this is considered an overblown thing and usually made up, but my history teacher was being serious about this).
At some point while they're at church one day, the youth group guys rush into the church and tell them the friend had been out in the desert doing whatever it was he was doing, and that when they found him, he didn't respond to anything. He just looked straight ahead.
So they picked him up and put him in the van and drove him to the church. The deacons go out to the van and try their luck. No response, he just stares straight ahead.
They decide to bring him inside the church. No luck, straight ahead.
Finally the pastor decides they should pray over him. They place their hands on him and his head snaps toward them and speaks in a strange voice, obviously angry.
It culminated with the chair moving back of it;s own accord.
That's all I remember her telling us. I don't know if they continued praying or what they did with him after that.
Posted on 2/25/14 at 8:26 pm to MrTide33
Same teacher had this experience:
She came to our school early one morning before anyone else like she normally does. She heard a sound in the kitchen and thinks it's probably our athletic director/Bible teacher because he gets there early sometimes as well. She even calls out to him.
As she walks toward the kitchen she stops cold. Someone had placed some piece of metal kitchen equipment (I forgot what) standing up behind a counter.
It's a good thing, because in the reflection she sees there's a man crouched down behind the counter, an apparent burglar. She backs up with her eyes fixed on the kitchen.
She makes it out to her car. it won't freaking start. Her phone was either dead, had no service, or didn't work properly, not quite sure. It's a horror movie script. She ran across the street to the church.
She came to our school early one morning before anyone else like she normally does. She heard a sound in the kitchen and thinks it's probably our athletic director/Bible teacher because he gets there early sometimes as well. She even calls out to him.
As she walks toward the kitchen she stops cold. Someone had placed some piece of metal kitchen equipment (I forgot what) standing up behind a counter.
It's a good thing, because in the reflection she sees there's a man crouched down behind the counter, an apparent burglar. She backs up with her eyes fixed on the kitchen.
She makes it out to her car. it won't freaking start. Her phone was either dead, had no service, or didn't work properly, not quite sure. It's a horror movie script. She ran across the street to the church.
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