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- Jul 25, 2019
I'm necroing to ask if anyone knows of any in-depth paranormal youtube channels that are neither complete skeptics nor will believe just anything. I'm sure there's something in the way psychology of groups work that make those kind rise to the top for entertainment, but it really makes it hard to find anything worthwhile.
Story tax for necroing:
Stage dressing:
My parents house in built on a farm that used to have Indian mounds on it. Sometime before even they were born the mounds were plowed down and it was turned into pasture land (note that nobody ever mentions finding any bones which might lend some anecdotal credence to the theory that the mounds are not burial sites but something more religious). This is common knowledge throughout the family to the point that it's commonly joked the house is filled to the brim with spiders due to some kind of curse (more likely it's because they're in the middle of a livestock farm and there are tons of flies). The whole farm is generally regarded as freaky. FYI, the parent's house is the first permenant dwelling ever built on the land and it's only been around since the '90's
Story:
My little brother and I were in from college and visiting the parents, staying for a week or two over the summer. It gets to be fairly late in the evening and us being degenerates are on about hour 4 without a cigarette because we're good little southern gentlemen and pretend not to smoke for the parents, so we make an excuse to go check on the cherry grove which is a fenced off little corner of the field (so the cows don't eat the cherries) to go blast a few cigs.
After several gates have been negotiated, we're safely out of view of the house due to a little fold in the hill looking into the sparse forest that is the property line.. A couple of cancer sticks later, we're standing and looking off into the woods and bullshitting.
I then see what is best described as a classic shadow figure walking towards us. No features at all, just a fluffy, semi-transparent, man shaped, three-dimensional shadow. Like black smoke in the shape of a man. Something in my head tells me I absolutely should not acknowledge it and definitely shouldn't stick around to find out what it wants.. I start suggesting rather forcefully it's about time we got back home. My agrees, also forcefully, and we gtfo. We get over the hill before confirming we both saw the same thing.
Both of us got out of the truck at the remaining gates. We decided that rather than spending the night drinking at the cherry grove it was more prudent to put a 12 pack in the back seat and do the backroads.
I have a ton more experiences, that are plenty freakier, but this one makes for the best written story.
Story tax for necroing:
Stage dressing:
My parents house in built on a farm that used to have Indian mounds on it. Sometime before even they were born the mounds were plowed down and it was turned into pasture land (note that nobody ever mentions finding any bones which might lend some anecdotal credence to the theory that the mounds are not burial sites but something more religious). This is common knowledge throughout the family to the point that it's commonly joked the house is filled to the brim with spiders due to some kind of curse (more likely it's because they're in the middle of a livestock farm and there are tons of flies). The whole farm is generally regarded as freaky. FYI, the parent's house is the first permenant dwelling ever built on the land and it's only been around since the '90's
Story:
My little brother and I were in from college and visiting the parents, staying for a week or two over the summer. It gets to be fairly late in the evening and us being degenerates are on about hour 4 without a cigarette because we're good little southern gentlemen and pretend not to smoke for the parents, so we make an excuse to go check on the cherry grove which is a fenced off little corner of the field (so the cows don't eat the cherries) to go blast a few cigs.
After several gates have been negotiated, we're safely out of view of the house due to a little fold in the hill looking into the sparse forest that is the property line.. A couple of cancer sticks later, we're standing and looking off into the woods and bullshitting.
I then see what is best described as a classic shadow figure walking towards us. No features at all, just a fluffy, semi-transparent, man shaped, three-dimensional shadow. Like black smoke in the shape of a man. Something in my head tells me I absolutely should not acknowledge it and definitely shouldn't stick around to find out what it wants.. I start suggesting rather forcefully it's about time we got back home. My agrees, also forcefully, and we gtfo. We get over the hill before confirming we both saw the same thing.
Both of us got out of the truck at the remaining gates. We decided that rather than spending the night drinking at the cherry grove it was more prudent to put a 12 pack in the back seat and do the backroads.
I have a ton more experiences, that are plenty freakier, but this one makes for the best written story.