Posted 28 September 2016 - 11:45 PM
When I was a teen (many moons ago) We put together a haunted trail at a friends family members property (very wooded area). We decided to do it at last second and busted our rear ends to get it done in about 4 weeks time.
Ended up being a hit in the town and we kept getting asked if we would put it on again the next year. So we made sure to get started on it in August of that year so we could make it bigger, and better.
Our goal was bigger and better, and we succeeded. We had a blast each year we did it. We scared kids our age, we scared younger kids, we had full grown adults crying. It was one of, if not the best time I've ever had doing anything in my entire life. (Even up to this point)
Well, that year Halloween fell on a Sunday night. My dad was a pastor and he wasn't very fond of Halloween to start with. And he certainly wasn't happy I was going to be spending my Sunday making people scream. He told me several times he thought it was wrong for us to take part in an event like this on the lords day. He thought it was sacrilegist, plain and simple. He did not like it. There was actually several people that said we shouldn't "celebrate halloween" on the lords day.
Well, being kids like we were, that wasn't going to stop us. So we went on with our plans and did so as hard as we possibly could. After the night had ended, there was about 8 of us that decided we wanted to camp out overnight since we had no school the next day. About midnight, we decided we were going to play a game of football (Tackle Football) We had a couple of street lights that gave us enough light to play as long as wanted to.
After about an hour or two playing, we decided to settle in for the night around the campfire. five of us slept in our sleeping bags outside and three other kids slept in the tent. It was around 3 a.m. (At the time I didn't have any idea about 3 a.m. and the paranormal) We heard a noise behind us. I didn't pay any attention to the noise because I was worn out and was ready to turn in. But one of the guys did turn around and he hollered out "What the heck is that"
We turned around and sure enough, there was something standing there. First thought that came into my mind was that it was a deer. But the longer I looked at it, I realized it was too large to be a deer. This thing was standing straight up looking directly at us and it was in the silhouette of a human. A large human at that . To this day, I have no idea why I did what I did next, For some reason, I grabbed a nearby machete that we had used to cut vines and limbs down with. I grabbed it and stood up as if I was going to take this thing on.
I stood there looking at this thing scared out of my mind, not really sure what I was going to do if this thing came at me. Luckily for me, I didn't have to find out. But in all honesty, with what happen next. I think I would have been okay with something else happening. As I stood there looking at this thing it turned its back to us and in the blink of an eye if shot off. It was gone like a shooting star and it disappeared. It left a trail behind it like a shooting star would speeding through the night sky. It was too fast to be a human or animal. I've never seen something move so fast and still haven't seen anything move like that to this day.
Welp, we all let out a scream at the same time, we got the boys sleeping in the tent up and we took off towards the land owners house that wasn't far off luckily for us. We beat on the door until someone open up for us. The lady of the house wasn't very happy with us beating her door down at that time of morning. But she let us in and we told her what we saw. She didn't believe us but she said she would call the cops just in case. We sat in the living room peeking out the blinds waiting for the local cop to get there. All of us as freaked out as much as we could be, a couple of us thought we were seeing something move around out there but it was just us being freaked out.
Finally the cop showed up. We go outside to meet him and all of us were stumbling over our words not making much sense. So finally he asked me what happen. And I told him word for word exactly what happen and what we seen.
He walks with us to where our campfire was and he's shining his light around the area. Finally, he comes to a stop, and there in the light was my pillow torn to shreds. When I say it was torn, I mean it was ripped up like the scene from Nightmare on Elm St. when Freddy ripped up Nancy's pillow.
Everyone knew it was my pillow. And everyone knew that whatever that was, was sending a message to me and everyone else not to mess with it.
We wanted to know what the heck that was we seen. So we decided to show up the next couple of weekends to see if something would happen again. But nothing happend. We put the haunted trail on for a couple more years after that, and we would camp out waiting to see if something would show up, but nothing ever did. To this day, 27 years later. Nobody knows what we witnessed that night and probably never will. Was this our punishment for celebrating Halloween on a Sunday ? Or taking part in something like a haunted trail to begin with ? Maybe, maybe not. But all I know is I will never forget that Halloween for as long as I live.
Just because you cant see it, doesn't mean it's not there