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It was a fine October day for geocaching in the Klondike mountains,
Chris MacDonald thought to himself as he stopped to take in the view
of the valley below.  This is going to make an excellent blog post was
his next thought as he shifted his pack and turned to keep moving.  No
time to rest, he had a goal to accomplish before the day was over.

He was at the halfway mark of a 9 mile hike to Pikes Pass.  His goal
was to complete a 6 part multi-cache that promised a tour of an old
mining settlement from the Gold Rush era.  The cache was published 6
years ago, but has never been found.



A couple hours later he was getting close to ground zero for the first
stage.  As he approached he saw what he was looking for, an abandoned
cottage that a prospector called home during the rush.  He took a few
steps closer, but what he saw next surprised him.

There was a man sitting on the steps of the cottage. He was not sure
what he should do - there should be no one around for at least a days
hike.

The man spotted him, looked him over, and smiled.  He called out with
a heavy mountain accent “Howdy! Are ya on tha hunt too?”.  He flashed
a GPS, a Magellan eXplorist, to show that he was in fact a geocacher.
“I saws your GPS hangin’ from yer pack”, he explained.

“Yeah, I am”, Chris replied. “I didn’t expect anyone else to be up
here”.  He thought about the situation for a moment and added “So...
do you... uh... wanna team up and find the cache?”.

“Sure thang”, said the man, “My names Jim Dunnigan, but most people be
callin’ me Hacksaw Jim”.

“Chris.  Caching name ChuckleMan134.  Pleasure to meet you”, Chris
said, shaking hands.

“I already found this here stage”, Jim said, “Why don’tcha  find it
yerself, and we can move on to the next one together.”

“Sounds good to me!” Chris said, already glancing down at his GPS, a
brand new Garmin Montana 600.  The arrow pointed him into the
building.  He entered and quickly found the container he was looking
for - an altoids can in the pantry.  Inside was the coordinates for
the next stage.  He entered the numbers into his GPS and moved towards
the door.  As he was leaving he glanced down and noticed an old
newspaper from 1889 sitting on a rickety old table.  The headline read
“6 Prospectors Missing - Foul Play Suspected”.

Neat! Chris thought, as he went outside.  He followed Jim down the
trail, and wondered what adventures the day held for him.

For the next hour the pair went from stage to stage.  The second stage
was a lok’n’lok behind an old outhouse.  The third was a film canister
near a saw mill. The fourth hidden in some rocks beside an old bridge
that crossed a creek.  The fifth was hidden in the wooden supports at
the entrance to an old mine.

Instead of coordinates to the final location, the fifth cache simply
had directions.  “Go into the mine 150ft to the first intersection.The
cache is on the ground, 20ft down the shaft on the left.”

“This looks like fun!” Chris exclaimed.

“Sure does”, Jim replied. “I need a break tho - why don’tcha go ahead
and I’ll catch up”. He pulled a water bottle out of his pack.

“Uh, OK.”  Chris thought it was weird, but was anxious to get inside
the mine and find the final cache.  He pulled out his flashlight and
headed into the darkness.


     Photo by: Sacha Peter 

The Big Black Hairy Monster under my Table

This is a true story, so beware - It was a late evening and I had spent the day out geocaching to such a degree that I was tired and exhausted. Unfortunately, since I retired from the rat race called work, I tend to stay up until midnight, or as my Mother used to say in the old days, "You've stopped up until the dot on the TV disappeared".

Written by: Kim S

A Hypnosis  Possession

I was in the 5th grade at the time. I had a sleepover with two of my friends Mary and Tasha. Now mind you, I was always into hearing ghost stories and what not, but I never did those Ouija boards or seances or anything... Now my friend Mary, was heavy into the paranormal, her house is haunted, and being that strange things always happen in her household was regular to her... Now Tasha, was one of my other friends, was the total opposite of Mary. She just liked staying up talking about school, and didn't like the talk of the paranormal.

 So it was around 2am when we all became bored and Mary suggested we play a hypnosis game. So here we are, all three of us sitting on my bed looking at each other. I told them I didn't want to really take part in it but just wanted to watch, so Tasha said she will be the one that was to be put to sleep while Mary was at the coach. Tasha lay straight on my bed while Mary sat Indian style with Tasha's head lying on her legs with a pillow underneath it.

 Mary takes her fingers and places them on Tasha's temples and starting telling her she is getting sleepy. At first Tasha gusted out laughing and so did I because Mary was getting serious and we just weren't buying it.

 After 20 minutes of sudden outbursts of laughter, Tasha started feeling pretty sleepy. Mary started counting from 50 and by the time she got to 0, Tasha was pretty sleepy. But we were talking to her as she was sleeping. We asked her what she saw, she said she saw green grass extremely tall like she was on a farm, then she said oh no, a storm is coming. Now mind you Tasha's eyes are closed of course but they are moving as if she is either dreaming or really there.

 We then asked what was wrong because we can see her eyes moving rapidly, she said dark clouds were coming like it was going to storm. Then she started shaking. Mary said "what's wrong- what do you see?" Tasha said "Someone is chasing me and every time I turn back it gets closer!" So I'm like dead silent just looking and Mary tells her not to look back and run to a church. "There should be a church near by and a priest waiting for you".

 Tasha said she saw the church and she was running as fast as she can, by the time she said she got in the church she said the priest closed the doors. By this time she started crying and kept saying omg omg omg omg omg omg omg!

 Mary and I are looking at each other and we both said "What's wrong? What do you see?" Tasha then said the priest's eyes were turning red and blood was coming out of his eyes... I didn't like how this was turning because I knew for a fact Tasha was not faking the whole thing because I started tickling her feet because she was extremely ticklish so I can see if she was bul*ting us... But no reaction she was still trembling and crying. That's when I couldn't take it anymore, so I shook her and told her it's a dream get out of it!

 Everything was extremely still for 3 minutes. Tasha was still laying there with her eyes closed but this time she was just silent eyes closed with no movement. Mary at this time was still in Indian style position with Tasha's head on her lap. She was calling her name "Tasha...Tasha? Tasha is everything ok?" Tasha said "Who is Tasha? This isn't Tasha..." she said in a low monotone voice.

 Mary and I looked at each other and I started shaking my head to stop, but Mary said who are you? Tasha (or whoever was in Tasha) said "Who do you want me to be? I am what you cannot see, unless you want to see me."

 By then I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped Tasha in her face to wake her up, she shot straight up started screaming at the top of her lungs, ran out my room, down the stairs and out my apt. door. We had to run after her because by then it was a little after 2:30am and my parents were asleep and so was the whole building.

 She didn't want to go back into my house, but after we calmed her down she came back in the apt with us, I kept on asking her what happened? Why did she run out like that? She said she felt as if something put a hand over her mouth so she couldn't say anything, but she could feel her mouth moving but she wasn't the one who was speaking. After all this I was like ok well let's all go to sleep because I've had enough.


 A week went by and I went up to Tasha to ask if she was fine and she said yes why wouldn't she be? So when I asked her if she remembered what happened that night she gave me a still look and said she doesn't remember anything. Tasha never spent the night at my house ever again. I'm still friends with Tasha and Mary to this day, but Mary and I still talk about the encounter that happened but Tasha on the other hand doesn't recall anything.

 I just want to let everyone know that if you have small kids please don't let them watch any kind of scary movie that they can imitate like for instance "The Craft". Some young kids actually try to rein act those things and they sometimes get the surprise of their life. And back then by me being so young I felt it was harmless but I've had my days back then and happy to say it was back then.

 That was the last time I ever participated in hypnosis, or any type of thing that did or could deal with spirits.
pictures from Google images
Written by: Surenda Challas  from Thailand  

Eye See Dead People
This may not be one of the best stories but me and my friend want to share with you. We live in Sweden and we both go to same college (room mates). Our dining room that our college shares with a University is a place we go to three times a day to eat.

One day me and my friend saw a woman, that we never seen before (we could recognize everyone on the university). She was a long and thin woman with white hair, pale skin. She behaved weird. She had a empty and lifeless face, and just sat and look alone by a table.

Same table every day. She never talked to someone or showed no signs of feelings. And every time we sat down (at the same spot every day) she walked past us two and looked us straight in the eyes. And we both felt very scared and weird. This happened three days then she was gone. We couldn't see her on any class pictures. After that we never saw her again (yet).

Another time was in Praq with my family, we walked among the many streets and just looked around. When we walked up a hill to get to a restaurant something just got my attention to a couple with a babywagon. The couple was perfectly normal. The dad had dark hair and looked typical "European", sunburned and happy with his wife. And the wife was a sunburned blonde. They looked like a happy family of three on a vacation. But then I looked at the child. 

The child could be (by guessing) 2-3 years old, it had blonde almost white hair and really paled skin. And the eyes were pitch black. The face was blank and the child just gave me a totally cold look and I felt that it looked like a ghost doll but then I realized that it was real. In my experience with children I know that they always have some sort of expression in their face, but this one hadn't.
Written by: Terry Whickerman 

The Slender Man So, my brother and his girlfriend were over the other week and introduced me to the urban legend that is Slender Man.


Have no idea wtf I'm talking about? Watch this Youtube clip. I'll wait...





Back?

Okay...

Now.


I watched it. Laughed at him and promptly forgot all about it.


Until...

Hubbs had one night off this week. After he got a nap in during the day, he woke up just before the kids bedtime and was all like "Hey! Let's go grab some Wawa and go night caching!" and I'm all like "Otay!"...


Mostly, I wanted the Wawa.


After we eat, we get out into the deep dark woods, pull the kids out of the car and equip ourselves with as many flashlights as we own (which at the moment, seems to be a whopping THREE, wth?).

Hubbs' got the baby strapped to his back in the carrier and insists that he can navigate in the darkness, allowing the boys and I to keep the lights. This makes me paranoid if for no other reason than he's blind in one eye, so he's already working short handed. I stick close to him while the boys run ahead on the well beaten logging road.


Every goddamn time that I hear a leaf rustle in the breeze or a twig fall or a cricket chirp, I whirl around and almost immediately start hyperventilating because I'm expecting to see this...

Call me crazy if you want to, but there's always some sort of truth behind an urban tale. Plus, this thing takes kids and I'm in abundance.


We haven't proven that Big Foot, the Chupacabra or hell, even the Loch Ness Monster DON'T exist. We've just documented that we can't find them.

We see how well that works, right?


We finally make it a half mile into nowhere and the crisp fall air is starting to fog up a little. My headlamp is blurry light at best, D's flashlight has all but died and K's swirling around the maglite as if he's shuttling aircraft carriers onto a runway. I had the biggest headache ever.


Hubbs goes trampling off into the darkness with the baby and the boys follow in pursuit. I'm in the rear, sandwiching the kids for protection, obviously.

If you guys haven't guessed yet, I'm terrified of the dark. Funny, because we live in woods miles and miles from a town. Go figure.


And then...

We get turned around in the dark. The trail has a whopping two trail markers and there's sapling brush everywhere. The kids were tripping and whining. K was afraid because our two flashlights weren't enough light. D kept marching off into the dark woods alone. Hubbs didn't have a light and I couldn't see him, only hear Baby A crying in the dark.


After 15 minutes of hunting other trail markers, I said eff this. Collected the boys and marched back to the path. I was secretly hoping that Hubbs would just give up and follow me, which he eventually did. Probably because I had the lights.


On the way back to the car, I'm basically silently sobbing like this idiot...




...because I'm still terrified of the dark and this random monster that my brother has stuck in my head.

We made it out just fine, clearly.

We took a leisurely drive home and sipped on pumpkin spice coffee.

Do you ever scare the crap out of yourself unintentionally?

I do it frequently.

-Shell from LoveMyGuinness

---END---

3:00AM

As I sit twitching due to all I've seen, I look up and saw what caused it......... 

I woke up gasping for air. I just had a dream but I can't remember what it was. I shake off the disturbed feeling I had and I look at my clock, it's 3 am. I've never been afraid of the dark but tonight something wasn't right. I felt someone was watching me. 

I live in a two story house with many 
mirrors. My dad set them up so that if you stand in certain spots, you can't be seen but you can view the entire room. 

I have an acute sense of hearing. For example, I can hear my cat jump off the couch in the living room while I'm in my room on the second floor. I always have a sort of "spidy sense" when things aren't right. 

I had that feeling now. The phone started ringing. I mindlessly got up to answer it. As I picked it up all I heard was a breathing at the same rhythm as mine. I hung up. All the lights were off. I could've sworn I left the living room light on. I go downstairs to turn on the light. 

The back door was wide open and now so are my eyes. I jump over the furniture to avoid the usual path and shut it quickly. I thought, "This won't make much difference at this point..." I guess it was reflex. 

It was pitch black so I let my ears adjust after hearing my heart in them. I touch the walls to guide myself to the kitchen. I grab the biggest knife out of the sink and get ready to attack. The water seemed thicker. I try to control the sense, the fear I 
have. I then hear a steady *drip drip* coming from the sink. I reach up to turn off the faucet to find it was already completely off. I grope for a light switch and flip it on. I hold my terror as I saw what caused the dripping. 

My cat was strung up by a noose above the sink, cut in a straight line from the neck down. The blood had filled the sink and the steady *drip drip* was the blood dripping from the tail. My hand and the knife were covered in blood. 

There was something written on the counter in my cats blood, " See with your ears, not with your eyes. Or you are in for a real surprise". Just then the power went out. As my eyes adjusted I strained my ears for any sound. 

A loud BOOM came from the back door and I jumped and hit the fridge. The boom kept happening but grew quieter and quieter until it was practically 
unnoticeable. I felt along the wall for the closet door, I opened it and grabbed my baseball bat. I walked with it in front of me to the back door. 

As I opened it I couldn't help but scream a little. My dad was hanging with an internet cable tied around his neck. It was connected somewhere in his room and he was outside the window. As he spun I saw another note. It was nailed into his heart. 

It read, "One in this house down, two to go. You are last so enjoy the show". I then heard an evil, high 
pitched, down right disturbing, laugh. It came from all directions. 

I again strained my ears and heard foot steps from the top floor stepping 
quickly but covering little ground, like a loud taunting tiptoe. 

I ignored it and went to check the circuit box. When I opened it there was a note "The lights are off for a reason turn them on if you please. 
But I promise the sights will bring 
you to your knees." 

I ripped off the note and flipped the switch. The same voice that laughed yelled, "I warned you!" In a childish way. I walked back in through the back door and immediately turned on the light. 

I fell down to my knees. Ten people I didn't even know were strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes, a few even by their hair. All had their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All were hanging about a foot above my height. 

I was crying but I got back up. I was determined to destroy this madman. As I walked to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I heard a sound like something was dropped down the stairs. 

It was a blood covered arm. I heard the sound again, this time a leg. Then an arm, then a leg, and finally a head. It was my Mom's. I backed into one of the 
corners and looked at the mirrors. All the mirrors were blocked by bodies and all of them turned to stare at me. 

I broke down and started crying and twitching. As I sit twitching due to all I've seen I look up and saw what caused it. I looked up at the only viewable mirror and saw the man, the beast that caused this. It was me. 

My dream rushed back to me. I was a serial murderer on the loose. I murdered house by house. I killed each living thing in each house as brutally as I could, taunting them before I killed them. I was attacking my next victim when I woke up. 

In the mirror I saw myself covered in blood standing with a wicked smile on 
my face. Then in my own crazed tone of voice I said, "Told you, you were last," and then I slit my own throat, smiling and twitching as all color left my body. 

The outsides of my vision began to darken as I heard a demonic voice say, "Welcome home!"

written by: Susan Randall

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