Paranormal Storm

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From: celtic1023@aol.com (Celtic1023)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Ghostie diary..a long story
Date: 14 Mar 1999 13:56:59 GMT

Hello All;

I am, for the most part, a lurker (bowing head in shame) someone recently asked me about ghosts in Boston and that question got me to looking for my ghost diary. I started keeping one when I was hunting down all manner of ghosties in my late teens/through mid twenties (the ability to drive was key in my prompting). Anyway I went back to the first entry which was when I was 19, thought I would share with you what got me heading out looking for spirits....

As I am now, back then I was a dedicated runner, or is it an obsessed runner... anyway, I ran x-country and one of my favorite courses is a state park that overlooks the Long Island sound, it's really very beuatiful. Anyway I went running there every Saturday, this morning was what I call a perfect morning, October, about 45 degrees raining and foggy. Well I went through the first part of the course easily enough it skirts around the picnic area, I didn't see anyone, was just happy being rained on. The second half of the course winds it way through the back of the park, you head up a very steep hill and at the top there is a huge meadow, the course goes around the meadow for about a mile or so, then circles back through the picnic area. When I finally chugged my butt to the top of the hill, I stopped and took a good look at the view, there were puddles and knee high grass, a real ankle breaker, I jumpped right into the first puddle and headed out. In about 10 steps I got the nastiest feeling, like I was being watched, I thought about just turning around and going back down the hill, but I thought "hey its only a mile, I can blast out of here." I went ahead, the feeling of being watched got even worse, I thought maybe there was a creep in the woods and just picked up the pace, there was a real weird smell too (I thought maybe it was my sweaty sneakers) it was heavy, like the smell of the air after a good lightening storm, THATS when I decided to go back the way I came, I turned around and stopped, facing the meadow. I looked at the top of the hill and I thought I saw someone standing there, and it looked like a large human, he was most definately NOT a runner and I thought "I don't think so" I turned around and started hauling some ass, and I heard a strange sound, a rustling, that kept getting louder, I looked behind me expecting to see a person running behind me, the meadow, the grass in the meadow started laying down in huge waves, this thigh high grass was just laying down, not like a person walking through grass would move the grass in small areas, this was huge waves. The waves moved across the field, and stopped at the path. At this point I had just stopped and watched, and decided I really did need to go home and purchase some pampers for myself, I was pretty much out of the meadow , I started walking the path, looking around making sure no one was going to jump out at me, when I got within 20 feet of the exit on that part of the trail, there was (what I think) a rushing of air around me, at least thats what it sounded like, and I felt immobilized (hard to explain) the noise and the power of what was going on around me stopped my movement, then I fell forward, and I started to crawl along the path, its strange how when you think of yourself in danger you switch into a different mode, I didnt care what was around me or in the woods or anything, I crawled out of there, and it felt like there was a weight on my back, everything I did was in slow motion (it seemed) I got off the path and back into the picnic area, everything was the same, nice rain, nice fog no one around, I had a huge gash on my knee that got 7 stitches, but it was like 5 feet behind me was another world. I thought maybe I got hit by some strange weather thing, but what kind of makes me not believe that is the guy at the top of the hill when I turned around, I got such a sense of fear when I looked at him (still do) I also havent heard of too many tornados in that area anyway .

Jut thought I'd share a little bit, sorry it took forever..

Celtic1023

"My head is full of voices and my house is full of lies...this is home." S.Crow