I believe that induction of fright is intentional, and that they somehow "feed" or draw energy from the emotions generated.
That is the conclusion I have drawn also!
Some times, in the wee hours of the night, I go out on the porch for air, and often hear singing and drumming off in the mountains. No idea what or who that is, either, but 3 AM seems a strange time for a night party, summer or winter, out in the wilds.
I am so glad to know I'm not alone in this! I have been waking up at 3AM for several years now, unable to fall back to sleep. I,too hear faint music when the house is still, and have no idea why. Sometimes I hear distant voices- like a news broadcast- so faintly that I can't quite make out the words. I consider all the 'thinning veil' theories, and woder if reality as we know it is changing.
Everybody seems to 'feel' something, and a lot of money is being made from books and symposiums by people who claim to 'know' what is going on. I know nothing, but I feel it too.
I believe that induction of fright is intentional, and that they somehow "feed" or draw energy from the emotions generated.
That is the conclusion I have drawn also!
Some times, in the wee hours of the night, I go out on the porch for air, and often hear singing and drumming off in the mountains. No idea what or who that is, either, but 3 AM seems a strange time for a night party, summer or winter, out in the wilds.
I am so glad to know I'm not alone in this! I have been waking up at 3AM for several years now, unable to fall back to sleep. I,too hear faint music when the house is still, and have no idea why. Sometimes I hear distant voices- like a news broadcast- so faintly that I can't quite make out the words. I consider all the 'thinning veil' theories, and woder if reality as we know it is changing.
Everybody seems to 'feel' something, and a lot of money is being made from books and symposiums by people who claim to 'know' what is going on. I know nothing, but I feel it too.
Something is up, but I have no idea what. It compounds the difficulty of figuring it out when you realize that this area, and the mountains in general, seem to have a higher degree of "psychic" or "spiritual" energy in the equation, and as far as I know always have had. There has always been weirdness here. Ghost stories abound, and have since time began here.
My grandpa, years ago in West Virginia, fought a "devil dog" or a "black dog" that tried to keep him from crossing a foot bridge in those mountains. When he won, it just "POOFED" away. Vanished as if it had never been.
When I was a teenager, I used to wander all over these mountains, day or night, without a flashlight. I never needed one back then, as I had excellent night vision. One Halloween night, I had walked a couple miles up the road to visit a girl, as teenagers will do if given the chance. On the walk back home, I stopped to rest at the top of a hill, and sat on a big rock across the road from a barn with a cemetery next to it (next to the barn - on the other side of the road). It was a bright moonlit night, and after a bit I noticed "mist" rising from the graves in the cemetery. Just columns of mist, coming only out of the graves, and not the ground around them. I thought it prudent to get up and continue my journey at that point, leave the mist behind to do whatever mist does.
Back then, all these roads were dirt roads, and of course most of the "drive ways" were dirt as well. I was walking home another night from the same girl's house at about 10 PM, and at a particular point in her "drive way" (which was about half a mile long and perched on a hillside going way back into a holler), I heard a peculiar noise coming out of the ground. It was a "clanking" noise like a hammer falling on an anvil or rhythmically clanking machinery. The strangest thing is that it was at one EXACT spot, and nowhere else. I could take one step forward from that spot, and not hear it, or one step backward from that spot, and not hear it. It was ONLY at that one particular point that I could hear it. I never figured out what caused it, but spent about a half hour that night walking back and forth, trying to figure it out.
My grandmother has seen the "balls of fire" that announce deaths - seen them roll along the ground and up the side of a house, disappearing into the roof at the point where someone inside died. I think some folks call them "death lights", but she just called them "balls of fire".
My Dear Old Dad was born "under a veil" or with a "caul", and he could just "know" things, all his life. He was a little bit spooky, too - us kids could never get away with anything. the Old man ALWAYS knew. He was a very smart man - had an IQ of 194, even though he quit school in the 7th grade. Still, there are things even a smart man can't know if he has NO information about them, but pap always KNEW.
We were sitting around watching TV one evening, and a particular place came up on the news. Dad said "you've been there, haven't you?" and took me by surprise. I kinda looked at him like a bug under a microscope and said "how could you know that?" So he says "Ah, I dunno. You must have mentioned it or something" - but I know damned well I HADN'T mentioned it. Ever.
These hills can be spooky. I think there is some sort of "energy" found in them that either can't be found elsewhere, or is far less concentrated there, too weak to notice.
Last Edit: Jun 11, 2015 11:23:29 GMT -6 by Deleted