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Anyone ever been going into the woodline in a fog and see or sense that there are other spirits in there? A quick glance and its gone.

Hunting around graveyards and such

Can't say that I have.

Just once. Overwhelming feeling I needed to leave a place. The buddy with me didn't argue much.

One log yard, on the end of a finger ridge.


I hated pulling the last loads out of there, just me, the logs, and
whatever gave me goosebumps, raised the hair on my neck, and had me looking everywhere at once.

That was over 30 years ago, there are goose bumps on my arms right now.

Boogers! That’s what ya flip on the ceiling!

I had the same feeling one time in one place. Never had it before or since. Wife and I pulled our boat up a creek off the main lake into a little valley with bluffs on both sides. We got out to stretch our legs and immediately got an overwhelming feeling that we should leave. It was a normal sunny day, and we hadn't been talking ghost stories before or anything. Craziest thing I ever experienced as a feeling. I was armed and had the feeling but wanted to look around and see if there was anything that could have caused it. Wife was literally begging me to get back in the boat and leave, so we did.

The voices in my head scream at them haints and they run oft.

If you read James Corbett's books, he attributed that feeling with saving his life more than once when a maneater was waiting in ambush.

Its called a sixth sense and if we learned to listen to it a bit more often it would prolly save a bunch of hides.

They are common at self check out stations.

Nope, but was sitting on the embankment of a sand tar road in East Texas watching for deer when something super cold was pressed against the back of my neck. Shocked me so bad, I froze. Finally started to turn my head and was rewarded by a lick on the cheek by someone's coon dog which had got loose. Does this count?

I've noticed places that have a friendly "feel" to them, and I've noticed places that have some kind of a hostile feel.

I remember setting up camp one summer evening at a place called Diablo Dam. I had been camping out for a week or so in various places in the trans-Pecos region and was going to stay out one more night before heading home. The dam is just an earthen flood control structure that sometimes holds some water, but usually is dried up. I made camp, ate, and crawled into the sack at dusk and was not there for a minute before I got this overwhelming sensation that I should get the hell outa there. I was gone in 90 seconds.

I spend a lot of time on my own, and I don't get spooked easily. That night was the exception.

It was the ghost of Victorio looking to scalp one more White man!

Thats funny as all get out right there!

I've passed an old unkept farmers graveyard on some hunting land in my county - nothing.

My Scoutmaster was in WWII. He had organized and trained a Company of Kachin natives to fight behind Japanese lines in Burma. After a particularly grueling day, they made camp and everyone was settling in for the night, exhausted. My Scoutmaster had constructed a lean-to shelter between two huge trees and as he began to fall asleep a very strong sense of foreboding overcame him. To much protest, he had the company move to a different location, some distance away. That night there was a terrible thunderstorm with heavy rain.

Early the next morning, the Kachin leader and a few other natives silently entered his lean-to and and awoke him. All he said was: Come with me. My Scoutmaster did not ask any questions, got up, quickly dressed, grabbed his rifle and they hiked back to the original campsite. Not a word was spoken.

When they arrived, the Kachin leader led him to the location where my Scoutmaster's lean-to was was located. A gigantic tree had fallen between the two other trees supporting his lean-to and it was completely crushed. Had they remained in that original camp, he would have been crushed to death.

The Kachins already had a great deal of respect for him, but from that point forward they revered him.

Though he is no longer with us, his four children have just completed a book regarding his exploits. This book was many years in the making and is a great read, should anyone have interest in learning more about his WWII experiences:

A Thousand Places Left Behind

Nope

I saw Smokey the Bear

I’m comfortable with it

If you knew the evil that resides within me, you'd fear FOR the spirits not FROM the spirits.

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