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Date: Mon, 8 Dec 1997 17:41:46 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname john hartman
email trichy@webtv.net
Tales of the Woods (Part II) Reader this story took place in my 19th year in fairfax county, virginia from august thru november. My brother and I plus two characters known as ben the rat and jeff the jackel had chosen to live in the woods due to the cheap living available there. it was in these woods that we dicovered the supernatural. again I state reader beware.I continue, I left out an event in my first story and include it here for your inspection. when ben the rat and I saw the whitish worm coming over the crest of the hill and after it vanished we walked out of the woods and sat in the rat's brakeless car. while talking with the rat (he is in the front seat and I in the back) he kept looking at me in the rearview mirror. When he turned around to speak the whitish stuff was in his eyes!!!!! His watery blue eyes were covered with white. I felt fear but like the hero of some chinese ghost story faced with a ghost I showed no fear or reaction. I was afraid but for so! ! me reason felt that I should maintain. I felt that what ever was in those woods was examining me thru thru ben's eyes. We spoke about an hour before the white stuff wasgone. I did look in the mirror to see if the white stuff was in my eyes too and was glad to see that it wasn't. People began to know that weird things were going on with us in the woods but we toned it down as they also thought we were strange. Many scoffed but when they came for a visit they asked for an escort back up to the road. once at the crossroads when you turned right to enter the deeper woods to our camp a black curtain was waiting. you could not see your hand in front of your face. it was here that beezlebub would wait for us. as we would enter the jackel would bend over in fear and whimper. my brother and I would take off our belts and be ready to lash at anything that would lunge at us. we heartlessly would kick the whimpering jackel before us in the vain hope that the thing would leap on him first ! ! and we could get away. the thing would walk on our right side and stay with us until we would reach camp. we began to notice that as each month passed it would begin to circle the camp coming closer each night. breaking limbs and making low sounds. as I stated in the first story my brother expressed disbelief about such a thing being out in the woods. he slept most of the evenings and he had a midnight shift job at jack in the box. one night that thing was very close and the jackel and I kept hearing it around us. my brother got up to go to work and I told him as your brother don't go thru the woods tonight but to go the long way. he refused but did ask for a broom and the flashlight to knock the spiderdwebs out of the path. the path was about a mile and a half to get to the highway. my brother went into the deep woods and I stood on the edge of the camp listening...it was moving after him! I waited for the horrible screams but heard none. in the morning my brother woke me by ! ! pulling my foot and telling me that he believed! oh yes he now believed. he said that he didn't hear anything coming up behind him but suddenly the bushes next to him exploded in a frenzy of motion with loud grunting sounds coming out of them. my unbelieving brother dropped the broom, the flashlight and ran all the way out of the woods, down the highway till he got to work. so much for september, reader. october was on us and it was getting really cold in our little tent. we used a candle to warm it at night and built large fires to keep the night and cold away.I only had two wool army blankets one under and one over. I got up alot to stoke the fire at night. one night three of us were sitting around the fire and I was facing the path that led into the deep woods. from it I saw two approaching figures. two adult males, the taller in the front, single file wearing WHITE ROBES. my first thought and words were...look at that now we've got the klan! the two men didn't seem to notice us and they were walking in a strange fashion! ! .both had their arms tight against their sides,bent at the elbow, stiff in front like they were carrying a book. but there wasn't any book. they drew near, almost opposite of us then they did seem to see us! they turned towards us and began to bend over as it to see us better or to bow? then vanished from the feet up! reader I had electric chills yet had to know. I jumped up and ran the fifteen feet to the spot on the path. no sound, no sight of them. neither one of those guys were flesh tone and they were as white as there robes. we agreed among ourselves not to speak of the event and no one would believe us and second our local rep's would only sink lower. We had two girls that used to bring us food sometimes and they had promised us a peach cobbler one afternoon. They never showed , so we went looking for them on the path by the crossroads. about 15 feet from the crossroads we found the cobbler and dish upside down on the ground. alarmed by this we fanned out and search for them in the woods and down the highway at a local hangout. they were there and began to babble upon seeing us. they stated they would never return to the ! ! woods again undr any circumstance. they said that as they approached the crossroads, they saw 4 men sitting in a circle, wearing WHITE ROBES one was wearing a "funny" hat. now in theses days it wasn't uncommen to come upon people hidding out smoking weed or even wearing funny hats. as the girls got within 15 feet they saw that something was being passed around the circle and then all four vanished. we could only look at the girls as we had not told anyone about the two we had seen recently at night.we now realized that it was for real. reader, you may ask why did we hang around? well we just didn't have any other place to go. but we will be forced to find some place as events unfolded and the weather got alot colder.I grow weary with the telling until next time. John
Date: Sun, 14 Dec 1997 07:59:47 -0800 (PST)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname john hartman
email trichy@webtv.net
Tales from the Woods Part III
Reader, I shall try to finish the story and thank you for bearing with me. I have carried these stories in my head and have always wondered what it was all about. We had kicked the Rat out of our little group and it was just down to the Jackel, my brother and myself living in the woods.
I had a dream that the figures in white were using the screaming thing that walked on two feet to get us to leave the woods. We wanted to but we just felt there were few options. The police were aware of us and had begun to stop us often and tell us to move on or jail was going to be in our future. That ruined our chances for sleeping in abandoned cars. We had worked for a company passing out flyers for a $1 an hour to get our beans. They were moving out of their old building to another town and we helped pack. The building was close to the woods on Lee highway just across from King David cemetary. This building had been many things, an inn a resturant, and thebusiness we worked for. Upstairs was three apartments and on the wall some wag had written Davy Crockett slept here. In our desperation to get away from the woods and all that they held we kicked in the back door of the vacant business and went upstairs to the three apartments. We layed down our stuff right at the top of! ! the landing in the first apartment. There were three windows that looked out onto the gravel horseshoe shaped drive and on across the highway at the cemetary. We went to sleep and I was awoken by a loud crash that viberated the floor beneath me. It was well lit in the room by streetlights out side. I looked to see if my brother was awake or the jackel heard the sounds but they were asleep. I thought that it was another bum looking for some place to sleep and had kicked in the door as we had done. However, I heard someone walking on gravel below us. Now that couldn't be possible as we had swept up the floor before the business left and there wasn't any gravel.
The only gravel was out in the driveway. I got up and went to the window to look out but no one was there and I can hear them downstairs. Then the footsteps started up the stairs! I pulled my blankets up to my chin and was sitting up and facing the stairs. When the walking stopped there was no one there! My mind just couldn't accept more supernatural stuff so I told myself that I must be dreaming. The whole thing happened again. Starting with the crash waking me from my sleep. In the morning I told the others about what happened and we moved further down the street to a Sunoco gas station that had some old cars parked around it. God Bless the owner(Mr Smith) He didn't call the law even after he discovered our presence. He watched over and tolerated our being there on his lot.
Eventually, I got a job there running the midnight shift and we had gotten a car for our selves. My brother and the jackel could sleep in peace and they would drive the car around in the day while I slept in the back. The Rat was always hanging around our little world but he was on the outs with us due to his nature. He came up one night to the station begging me to let him stay in one of the cars. His straw hair was all over the place and his hand was slashed in the palm. I asked him what was wrong and he began to tell me that he had kicked in the back door of our old job site and he had gone upstairs to sleep in the first apartment. (We hadn't told him what had happened to us there) He related the same chain of events to me but he said that when the footsteps stopped at the top of the stairs he saw a tall white shape that moved towards him. He had broken the second story window when he jumped out and cut his hand. He had left all his stuff including an expensive camera. He begged me to go therewith him in the day and I did but saw nothing. There was a room with open rafters past the first apartment and it had a terrible feel and chill to it. We didn't stay for long.
That's about it dear Reader. I really haven't had any more experiences since and I have been in some dark and terrible places in my travels to 27 countries. What was it all about? I don't know. If you don't believe thats ok by me. If you have some time and you wish to go there and see for your self thats ok too. I haven't been back. I last saw the rat and jackel in gas stations working or just hanging out. If you wish to comment about/question I will answer . Whomever is writing the weird comments at the end of some other stories I say you just don't know what the other folks do. May the screamer visit you and share some of its unique enlightenment. PS: I saw some of the ghost web photos that showed some figures in the woods and I found those to be deeply disturbing to me. End of transmission.
Farewell, John