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Time Slips - More Stories

A 1930s  photo...is that a cell phone in her hand?
 And who is she talking to?

This will be a bit of a departure from our usual fare of guest posting.  Our staff has discovered there is immense interest in "time slips."  Our one post on time slips has garnered just over 60K in reader hits.  That is amazing.  It has been averaging 700 hits a day since February 3.  We are not sure what caused such a sudden spike.  But, even prior to this sudden spike, we were averaging over 125 hits a day.  It is just astounding  So, what to do?  Myself, along with Charlotte Hensley and several other staff members got together and decided to make another post on this subject.  We have decided that the former owner of this blog (David Weldy) hit on a subject he had no idea would be so popular.  So, we have looked and searched for more stories on this subject that you will find below.  Even with this post, we will be adding more posts from individuals who have experienced a "time slip" or has knowledge of someone who did.  Finding new stories on the internet has been difficult, if not impossible.  So, we have gone offline in our search.  We have peered through books at various libraries.  We will continue on this subject that has such interest.  Guest posting will continue.  So, do not fear about that ending.

Before we get started, let's define what a "time slip" is.  Briefly, time slips occur when time (now) interlocks with a previous time (then).  It can only be experienced by the person in the current time (now).  This event is usually unnoticed by people in the earlier time (then).  However, if you will notice in the stories in the previous time slips, this is not always true.  In fact, from research, we have found that both past and present intermingle quite frequently.  Be that as it may, we will post what stories we can find and what we deem plausible.  We hope you enjoy!  Also, we don't do this often, but it would help this site greatly if you would visit our advertisers on the right.  Thank you!

Nancy Danley, Staff Editor, David's Musings


Scratching out a living in west Texas can be hard, it can be a harsh way to live.  But, many do so without much consideration of living elsewhere.  One such person was Leonard Morely.  Lenny had lived on this ranch for his entire life, having inherited it from his father.  On a particularly hot day in August of 1959, Leonard sat on the front porch with his wife waiting for the kitchen to cool down before they ate dinner.  "I had just asked my wife what she had cooked for dinner when I heard a deep, low growl from the west side of the house.  I was thinking it was Rodeo, our English Bulldog," Said Leonard.    "My wife pointed to Rodeo laying under the big oak tree for relief from the heat.  Besides, this growl was deeper and much more powerful sounding than Rodeo," Leonard stated.  As Leonard got up to see what was on the side of his house, his dog saw something and immediately ran toward it barking as if he had seen the devil himself.  "I got down the steps just in time to see the most amazing sight of my entire life.  I saw some kind of small dinosaur-looking critter.  It was growling, hissing and slashing at Rodeo.  I estimate it was about 4 feet tall.  I screamed at it and it started to turn and run, but not before it took one final slash at Rodeo," Leonard said.  Leonard said that the creature caught his dog with a huge middle claw on his right foot, catching Rodeo around his jaw.  Then the creature vanished before his eyes, Leonard said.  "I took Rodeo to the vet, but the poor soul bled to death before I got him there. I told Sheriff's deputies what I saw, they then laughed at me and told me to stop drinking that moonshine.  No one believed me, except for one guy from Oklahoma University."  The professor from Oklahoma University sent Leonard several drawings of small dinosaurs. After going through dozens of drawings, Leonard picked out the Velociraptor from the drawings presented to him.

In 1974 Savannah, Georgia, Donald Andersen had begun to take the long, winding, dirt road to his home on a cold November night.  He had gotten off work late from the post office where he worked.  The Christmas rush had gotten an early start for the post office in Savannah.  Donald was about half-way through his trip when he saw a man, about a quarter of a mile from him, waving frantically at him.  Thankfully, it was a half-moon and Donald was able to see him in time with the headlights from his car on full beam.  "I stopped about ten feet from him.  I was a bit wary of someone out in the middle of this dirt road with no car in sight," Said Donald. "Do you not know there is a total blackout in effect?  Do you work for the Nazis, you fool?" said the hysterically waving man.   Donald was now beside himself with pure astonishment.  Donald quizzed him about his name, where he was from and what was he doing out on a dirt road, late at night. "My name is Arthur Thomas, for your information.  I am Civil Defense Director for the Southern Coast of this country.  We are at war with Nazi Germany, dear sir.  You were driving after the curfew for this area with your headlights on.  Just last week, a Nazi submarine was spotted 30 miles off the coast here," said the man.  Donald decided the man was insane.  He was thinking it was still WWII. "I had made up my mind to take this man back into town to get medical treatment.  He was even wearing an old navy blue pinstripe suit from back in the day.  I had seen pictures of my father wearing suits just like that during the early 40s," said Donald.  Donald Andersen noticed the man was wearing an armband that even had "Civil Defense Corps" emblazoned prominently on his left arm.  "I told him not to worry about the damn Nazis, they are all most likely dead by now or in an old folks home with it being almost 30 years since the end of the war," Donald stated.  Donald Andersen said there was a look of utter confusion on the man's face.  The man looked at Donald and asked, "What....what are you talking about? The war for the U.S. started just last December. I  don't...." and with that, the man disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared in the dark, cold November night.

Rose Oden enjoyed her evening walks around her neighborhood in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  It was 1985 and it was still considered safe to do such things for a woman in her early 30s.  Rose had just taken a high-pressure managerial job with a large accounting firm in town.  So, to relieve some of the stress, she would take a walk from her home with her German Shepard, Blackie. On a Friday evening, prior to dinner, Rose and Blackie set out for their evening walk. As they turned down toward a wooded area of town, still in her neighborhood, Blackie started growling and whining.  "I thought he was hurt or had fallen ill.  He seemed to be very agitated and nervous," said Rose Oden.  "I continued my walk with Blackie when a bright flash, that momentarily blinded me, occurred directly in front of us.  I was the one who was now agitated and nervous.  In front of me, out of the thin air, was a woman in a plain blue cotton dress with ruffled sleeves.  She seemed genuinely as frightened as I was," Said Rose.  The woman seemed to be too frightened to even speak, as she continued to look around in obvious confusion.  "Where am I?  What happened to my family?  Please tell me!", said the woman in the blue cotton dress.  Rose assured her she was in no danger, that she was as confused as the woman was.  "I was preparing dinner for my husband and children and now I find myself here.  Where am I?" asked the woman.  "I told her I had no idea how she got here or what had happened to her family.  As we were talking and trying to figure out what had happened, a huge TWA 747 jet airliner flew over us from the airport, probably headed to Dallas," said Rose.  The woman screamed in fear, asking what is that?  Rose stated, "I told her it was nothing to be afraid of as it was a jet airliner most likely headed to Dallas, Texas. "What year is it?" the woman asked. Rose told her it was 1985 and she was in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  I asked her where she came from.  "I am from Camden, New Jersey in the year of our Lord, 1934," said the very distraught and, by now, hysterical woman.  "I didn't know what to say to this poor soul.  She had been plucked out of some kind of time warp and placed into a different time and area.  I was about to tell her perhaps we should go into town to seek assistance when she blinked out in another bright flash of light, again, momentarily blinding me.  Where she went from that point on, I have no idea.  I do hope it was back to her family in 1934 Camden, New Jersey," said Rose.

Claire and Heidi Barlow (identical twins) of Hannibal, Missouri were having a great time swimming at a deep, cool creek in the summer of 1951.  They both enjoyed each others company.  The summer ahead was going to one of fun and adventure as they headed toward the 9th grade in the fall.  Both girls were enjoying diving off the pier that someone had built years ago.  Claire had said she had seen something shiny behind her when she jumped off the pier just a few minutes prior.  Heidi reportedly said, "Maybe you been in the sun a bit too much, Claire.  Let's both cool off at the big shade tree."  As Heidi said that, the large flash had come back and enveloped Claire.  "I started screaming my sister's name and crying my heart out.  Claire had completely disappeared before my very eyes.  I took off running to the house to tell everyone that Claire was gone," Said Heidi.  "My dad came running to the creek with his shotgun.  I was trying to tell him that something had surrounded Claire and she just vanished.  But, he was too busy screaming for Claire to listen to me," Heidi said.    The father was about to turn and go get the sheriff when, before both the father and Heidi, Claire reappeared with the large flash.  "I ran to Claire hugging her, asking what had happened to her.  But, she was almost motionless as if in shock," Said Heidi.  After a couple of hours, Claire told both Heidi and their father that she believed she had been in some place in England.  She described the people as smelling horrible, it was dirty and she got the distinct impression that it was in the Middle Ages judging by what she learned in world history class.  She saw 3 men with wooden wheelbarrows filled with dead people.  Claire estimated she was there for approximately 15 minutes.  During that time she got many curious looks (being that she was in her bathing suit) and one woman asked where she was from.  Claire said she was too frightened to even answer the woman. No one approached her as she stood with people passing all around her.  Claire never got a chance to share her experience with classmates that fall when school started back.  Claire Barlow fell ill shortly after this experience and died with the Bubonic Plague two weeks later.

Harvey Millstone of Carlisle, Iowa needed a tractor. He was a farmer and like all farmers, if you don't have a working tractor, then you will be on the street soon as the bank comes to foreclose on your farm.  In 1997, things were tough for farmers, just as they were every year.  But, money was really tight at the Millstone household.  Harvey dipped into his emergency funds to buy a good used tractor for tilling soil that year.  He had made contact with all his friends and family about anyone possibly selling a tractor.  No one had given him any hope of finding one.  One morning, Harvey had to take his son to the doctor in Clive.  On the way there, Harvey noticed a tractor out in the front yard of this really nice looking house advertising the tractor was for sale.  "I told my son that the doctor was going to have to check him out real quick because I wanted to get back to check out that tractor," Harvey said.  As luck would have it, the doctor was able to get his son in and out of the office in less than 30 minutes.  So both father and son headed back to that house with the tractor for sale.  They got to the little single lane bridge just before you get to that house when they noticed something peculiar.  "The house wasn't even there.  No house, no tractor, no foundation, no nothing left behind as if it had been moved or anything to tell you a house was ever there," Said Harvey.  "I had been wanting a tractor pretty bad.  But, not bad enough to imagine seeing one for sale.  Hell, my son saw it too.  So, it was not our imagination," Harvey said.  Harvey said he stopped at a gas station about two miles down from where he thought he had seen the house and tractor for sale.  He was told by the gas station owner there had not been a house on that land for about 20 years or so. Harvey was politely told the heat might be getting to him.  "We decided to keep our mouths shut about what we had seen once we got home.  But, both my son and I know what we saw that day. And I'll go to my grave saying that damn house, with the tractor for sale, was there that morning," said Harvey.

Of course, time slips are unsubstantiated by science.  Perhaps time interlocks in some way so that people from the past momentarily appear at the present time.  Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking have both said time travel is theoretically possible.  But, unfortunately, or perhaps, even more so, fortunately, we don't have the science to achieve such an endeavor.  Tampering with the past, if even possible, would unleash unknown havoc on the world.  Most people if told they could travel back in time said they would kill Adolf Hitler if possible.  As noteworthy and momentous as that would be, we don't know what forces would be unleashed with the premature death of Hitler.  Perhaps there would be no consequences at all.  But, do you really want to chance that?  Regardless, time slips is an interesting theory that many believe has happened over the years.  We gathered the information on these stories through various resources, including people who gave first-hand information of time slips happening to them.  We got more stories than we bargained for when we started our research. Not all of them passed the "smell test."  You might argue the five stories above don't pass that test either.  But, we had to select five and these are the five we found both plausible and fascinating.  We intend to add more in the future.

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Evil in My House

Today we are pleased to present Darvin Carmichaels as our guest poster on the Paranormal/Supernatural topic.  Darvin works as a handyman or jack of all trades (specializing in plumbing) in the Texas Panhandle area.  A widower,  Darvin has one 14-year-old daughter who is the light of his life.  Like most Texans, Darvin is an avid hunter, fisherman, and lover of the great outdoors of Texas.  He has a vocational Associates Degree in Plumbing and another in Carpentry.   He enjoys church activities and spending time with his family.  In his spare time, he also likes to tinker around with his Harley Sportster.

Editor's Note Again, this is another long story.  Much longer than even the last one, An Ominous Presence. 

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My story begins when my wife's life had come to an end.  Sarah had fought a 2 year battle with breast cancer.  It was and is the most painful episode of my entire life.  Sarah was greatly loved and no one loved her more than me and our daughter, Grace.  Grace was only 8 years old when the diagnosis came back that her mom had cancer.  She had no real concept of death and what it means.  She understood that her mom was leaving us 18 months later when doctors told us she only had a 10% chance to survive another 6 months.  Sarah lasted those 6 months, albeit, not without a painful, slow death.  We were all devastated.  Surprisingly, Grace did not seem as upset as I thought she would be. "Mom is only going to Heaven and I'll join her someday, Dad.  She told me she would be waiting on me" said my daughter.  I could not respond to that.  I just choked up and told her we would all join mom someday.  Grace seemed puzzled by all the wailing and crying as I remember.  But, that isn't what this story is about.

When we all came back from my wife's funeral, my mother came up to me to give me comfort over this ordeal.  Little Grace seemed remarkably calm.  Too calm, in fact.  I was about to go to her when my mother motioned me over to a corner of the house, away from the crowd who were eating from the catered food trays and carrying on muted conversations.   I should say my mother was a devoutly Christian woman.  Her faith was unshakeable.  She was that way until her own death a few years later.  "Remember, Darvin, evil comes into your life when you are at your weakest and most vulnerable. The Devil never relents!  He comes when you are at the weakest point in your life.  Be prepared, son," my mother said to me.  At the time, I thought it was strange my mother would say such a thing to me, considering what had just taken place.  I just chalked it up to the stress that we were all under.

My most immediate concern was my daughter, Grace.  She had me worried with her surprising calm demeanor throughout this entire lengthy ordeal.  She was now all of 10 years old.  I still thought she wasn't really aware of what had happened to her mother.  It's easy to say "Mom is in Heaven now, the place you will see her someday."  But, to a child, that has no bearing on the here and now or anything that they can comprehend.  I talked to Grace, asking her if she was okay and could I do anything for her. "Dad, I'm fine.  Why is everybody asking me if I'm okay?  I'm fine.  I love my mom and always will," Grace replied. I noticed her use of love in the present tense as if her mom was still alive.  I didn't say anything about that at the time.  I just found it a bit odd. and decided not to push her on this.  I decided to start looking for a child psychologist.  But, I knew I had to hide it from my mother.  She had no use for psychologists of any kind.

Three months after my wife's funeral, things seemed to be returning to a somewhat normal routine.  Of course, I had to have someone pick up Grace from school and stay with her until I came home at night.  Sometimes, depending on the job, I might not get home until about 8 at night.  But, those were rare in my line of work.  I work for myself and set my own hours.  But, one night, I did come home late, about 9 PM as I recall.  I always tried to get home before Grace had her bath.  But, my daughter was already in bed by the time I came in to let my parents go home. Mother told me to check in on Grace from time to time during the night.  I asked her why, and she just shrugged her shoulders.  "Grace said she was hearing noises from the closet in her bedroom.  You know how kids are, Darvin," my mother remarked to me.  But, it was the way she looked at me that made me apprehensive.  After they left, I went in to check on Grace.  She was fast asleep.  As I turned to leave I did hear something move in the bedroom closet.  Thinking one of the many toys of my daughter had fallen from its high perch, I opened the closet to check on things.  It was dark, but the nightlight did shed some light to the closet.  There was nothing unusual that I could see.  But, for some reason, I felt just a little uneasy.  So, I left the door to Grace's bedroom fully open, something she did not like.

I went to bed and almost immediately started having a nightmare.  I dreamed something was after Grace, something dark and sinister wanted to possess her.  I don't remember all the details.  But, the fact it was about my daughter made me wake up suddenly and in a cold sweat.   I got up to go to her room and noticed her door was shut closed.  I don't remember Grace ever getting up during the night.  I turned the knob to open, but the door seemed locked from the inside.  I had removed all locks from the doors in my house because I didn't want it preventing me from getting inside to either my late wife or my daughter. I pushed against it, shoved it for about 30 seconds or so.  I was about to call to Grace when the door just opened by itself.  Puzzled by this, I went into the room to find Grace was still sleeping soundly.  I was upset about the door.  It should have opened immediately.  I was confused about that and was thinking I needed to either shave the inner door jam or replace the door completely.  It was during this moment of contemplating about the door that I heard a low, but audible "snicker" come from the closet.  The snicker or muffled laugh was distinct but seemed evil to me.  It made the hairs on the back of my neck rise up in alarm.  I quickly opened the door....and found nothing ordinary again.  I wasn't satisfied this time.  I got my little pocket flashlight from my bedroom (all the while trying to be as quiet as possible due to my sleeping daughter) and examined the closet.  Grace had so many stuffed animals, dolls until you could barely push the door shut.  I saw something that caught my attention. Most of her dolls had needles sticking in their eyes.

I was upset at the finding of my daughter's dolls with needles sticking out of their eyes, to say the least.  Now, I was officially concerned about the mental well-being of Grace.  When I got up the next morning, I asked Grace about the dolls with the needles and where did she get so many needles in the first place?   Grace looked dumbfounded. "Daddy, I don't know what you are talking about," Grace replied.  "Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about, Grace?  Well, let's go take a look in the closet" I said.  I opened the closet for Grace and to my complete surprise, there was not one needle sticking in even one eye of any of her dolls.  This was an awkward moment for me in front of my little girl. Grace looked up at me with a confused look on her face.  "What needles, daddy?" she asked.  "I...I guess daddy was just confused in the dark last night, sweetheart.  I thought sure you had put needles in the eyes of all your dolls," I said to Grace.  I quickly changed the subject and told her to go wash up for breakfast.  I know what I saw.  There is no way she could have gone back and pulled out the needles in each doll without me hearing her rambling around in her room.

A couple of days later, I was sitting at my kitchen table going over my accounts receivable in my books when I heard Grace talking in her room.  This was nothing out of the ordinary since Grace frequently talked to her dolls.  But, this seemed unusual.  She seemed almost happy and she appeared to be engaged in a two-way conversation.  I had to get up to find out about this. I opened her door and noticed her smiling at her bedroom window.  She had not even noticed I was standing in the doorway.  "Okay, I'll be sure to tell him what you said.  Where will we go, mommy?" Grace said.  When she said "mommy" I got a big lump in my throat.  "Grace, who are you talking to," I asked.  I must have surprised her because she seemed genuinely shocked. "I was talking to mommy, daddy.  She told me we need to leave this house now," Grace said.  There was an emphasis on "now."  I was just a little perturbed by this.  "Grace, we have gone over this before.  Mommy is in heaven and she isn't here any longer.  I know you are just a little girl.  But, you need to accept this, sweetheart," I told her.  "Daddy, I talk to her every day!  And she is worried about us.  There is something wrong in the house, daddy.  Something bad is here," Grace said.  Now, I stood up and looked at her.  My initial reaction of concern had grown to full-blown worry of a parent.  Outside of what I thought were needles sticking in the eyes of her dolls, I had not noticed anything out of the norm in our home.  I decided to play along with Grace as best I could.  "What did mommy say is wrong with the house, Grace," I asked.  At first, she said nothing and just looked down at the floor.  "Something evil, daddy.  Something very evil," she said.  I was taken aback.  I didn't think Grace even understood the difference between good and evil.

But, before I left Grace's bedroom, I did smell a familiar scent...jasmine and rose.   That was Sarah's favorite perfume and to smell it, made me miss her even more.  I saw no point in asking Grace if she smelled it.  I was afraid of what she might say.  So, I chalked it up to maybe Grace getting in her mother's perfume.  Again, I was not going to ask her.  Unnerved, I called my mother and asked her if she used that perfume.  She said no, she did not.  Of course, she knew that was Sarah's perfume.  Mother then made the unusual request that I bring Grace to stay with her for a while.  I asked her why and she gave me no real reason to satisfy my curiosity.  "Something is there, Darvin.  I know Grace senses it.  Please bring her to stay with us for a while.  I could have Pastor Welch over to bless the house," my mother said.  Of course, I felt she was overreacting.  But, I did feel those sounds in the closet was a bit too much.  So, I took everything out of the closet.  Dolls, teddy bears, tea sets, old sweaters, just about everything one can imagine.  I pulled them out and went into the walk-in closet.  There was a faint odor...a faint odor of feces.  I sprayed a deodorant in there that seemed to take away the smell.  We did have a little Chihuahua named Tootsie.  She had trouble controlling her bowels in the last few weeks of her life.  But, Tootsie died about six months before Sarah.  I just had the feeling something wasn't right in the house.  Maybe my mother was right, there is something wrong here.  But, I just didn't feel it was something supernatural at the time.  I decided to ask Pastor Welch over for lunch on a Saturday with the express purpose of having him bless our home again.  It proved to be the catalyst of which nightmares are made.

Not long after Pastor Welch left, I again went to the kitchen table to work on my books.  I kept coming up short in Accounts Receivable and was trying to make sure a customer had not short-changed me.  As I pored over my books, I heard a loud THUMP come from the hallway.   Puzzled, I got up and went down the hallway.  Nothing appeared out of the ordinary....except that faint smell again of feces.  I was all alone since Grace was spending the day with my parents so I could spend time with the pastor and my aforementioned accounting books.  I looked everywhere for the source of the odor.  It seemed to be coming from Grace's bedroom.  It was a bit chilly in her room, I noticed.  I checked the thermostat to see it was still set at 72 degrees.  I opened the closet door to discover, once again, needles sticking out of the eyes of every doll and teddy bear in that closet.  I was horrified.  There was no darkness playing tricks on me since it was just after 4 PM.   How could this be happening?  As if on cue, I heard the muffled "snicker" from the closet again.  I started flinging dolls, toys, and clothes out of her closet like a mad man.  I was furious now.  "Who is this?  What do you want?" I asked to the now empty closet.  There was a very pregnant pause and then I heard the answer in a whisper, "omnia."

Omnia.  What did it mean?  What had taken over my daughter's bedroom? I heard nothing else from the closet, despite my continued questions of what do you want.  Omnia.  I put all the dolls, teddy bears (which, once again, the needles had disappeared) and toys in my daughter's closet.  I decided to ask my mother to keep Grace overnight.  Of course, my mother wanted to know if anything was wrong.  Despite trying to convince her otherwise, she knew I was upset about something.  I told her not to worry, I was just fine.  After hanging up, I decided to eat something out of the fridge.  I was thinking about what I had found from doing a Google search on omnia.  I was not sure of the spelling at first.  But, I found out it was Latin for "all" or "everything."  What could that even mean?  I had to assume this was some kind of evil spirit that had taken up residence in my home.  My mother's warning the day of Sarah's funeral rang in my head.  I had to think whatever it was, it wanted "all" and "everything."  Maybe it means what it says....it wants our very souls.   I remember my mother saying the devil wants "everything" from you, which means he wants your very soul.  I was now officially spooked and that's not easy for me to come by.  Very little has ever scared me.  Well, except, being alone at night.  And that is what was going to happen that particular night.

I remember I decided to turn in early.  9 PM is early for me since I usually stay up to around midnight most nights.  I decided to sleep with the hallway light on that night.  I had always hidden my fear of the dark to both Sarah and Grace.  But, my mother knew my fear.  After tossing and turning for 30 minutes, I sat up in bed.  It was going to be a long night for me.  I looked around my dark room and suddenly, I missed Sarah so very much.  I missed her laugh, her smile and her ability to always put me in my place.  As I was reminiscing about my late wife, the hallway light went out by itself.  Puzzled, I got up to investigate.   The bulb was not that old...maybe 2 months at most.  Hehehehe....another snicker from Grace's bedroom.  I was furious, I swung open the closet door in the bedroom to find, once again, the needles in eyes of every doll and teddy bear in there.  "Who are you, you sonofabitch?  You are good at scaring my little girl.  Let's see how you act with a man," I screamed at the closet.  The room was filled with my labored breathing from my white hot anger.  No answer.  Nothing.  And then....Quid est, cultor crucis? Exterrita? hahaha, came the reply.  "SPEAK ENGLISH YOU BASTARD," I screamed at the entity.  Then this evil being complied with my request...."What is wrong, cross worshipper? Scared?  Hahaha!"  I have been very angry many times in my life.  One time, a man whistled at Sarah coming out of a beauty salon and I went for him before Sarah stopped me.  I was angry then.  But, I was super hot with anger now.

I had never been really the religious type except for the last few months of Sarah's life.  But, now, I was so beside myself with fury and anger, I forgot all that Sarah and my mother had tried to instill in me.  I cussed this thing with words I will not type here in this story.  And the more I cussed, the more it laughed.  Finally, I said the one thing this evil entity did not want to hear...."JESUS CHRIST, IS MY LORD AND SAVOR!!!  FORGIVE ME!  FORGIVE THIS EVIL BEING IF POSSIBLE!!!" I screamed.  Then, I was slapped down to the floor.  I have been hit hard before.  I had played Division I college football before a broken leg ended my career as a freshman.  I took some vicious hits as a linebacker.  But, nothing like that.  I could see white stars in the dark room.  I tried to get up, only to get knocked down again.  I tried to grab whatever was holding me down but it was like trying to grab hold of an anaconda snake.  This evil entity then grabbed me by the throat and was choking me.  I'm a strong man, even if I do say so myself.  But, I was like a child compared to this thing.  It was choking the life out of me.  I couldn't get it off of me.  I hit it, but how do you hurt something you can't even see or hold?  I felt myself starting to slip away, slip off to unconsciousness.  I thought of my daughter, Grace, and her being alone without either of her parents.  And, I thought of Sarah, Sarah, Sarah....

I awoke to sunlight in my face.  The sun was rising and I immediately realized I survived to see another sunrise.  I must have laid out on that floor, unconscious, for at least 6 hours?  That didn't seem possible.  I have no earthly idea how I managed to stay out that long.  But, as I struggled to get up, all the dolls and teddy bears were lined up in 3 rows in front of me.  All the needles were gone, once again.  But, they were lined up as if they were some kind of army protecting me.  I was thinking my mind was playing tricks on me.  But, then I realized, that the events of last night were not a trick or my imagination.  I smelled jasmine and rose once again.  I put my hands to my face and cried, I had a long, drawn-out cry.  I don't know how long I cried.  But, it was something I had been needing to do for a long time.  Sarah was an angel.  I used to tell her that all the time when she was alive.  Last night, she must have proved me right.  It was the only explanation as to why I was not dead that morning.  I always said I would be there for Sarah, through thick and thin.  She showed me that she would do the same for me.  Even in death, Sarah came through for me when I needed her most.  I never had another encounter with the evil entity.  I suspect it moved on to more suitable hosts or, most likely, back to the depths of hell where it belonged.

I don't expect most, who read this story, to believe me.  That is their right.  But, I know it's true.  And it happened when there was no danger to Grace being in her bedroom.  That was definitely a plan.  It had to be.  Sarah would never allow anything happen to her daughter or the man she loved.  It was a plan to rid our house of the evil that had taken hold in my daughter's closet. Sarah is with Grace and me even now in spirit. Sarah proved her love for us could overcome the great wall of death.  That's how it happened. That's how my story ends.

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An Ominous Presence

Today we are pleased to present Denise Green as a guest poster on the topic of the Supernatural/Paranormal.  Denise is a Homemaking Engineer (homemaker) in Jasper, Alabama.  Denise was born and lived the first 23 years of her life in Iuka, Mississippi. She is the proud mother of three girls, all graduates of Mississippi State University and one boy, a graduate of Georgia Tech.  Her husband, Paul, is a retired Human Resources Director at a Water Works agency in Alabama.  Denise's hobbies consist of genealogy, cooking, reading and American History. Both Denise and Paul are still suffering from "empty nest syndrome" and have two beagles, Frick and Frack, to take up some of the loneliness.

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Before I start this story, I must tell you the main character is my grandmother Charlotte.  She is telling the story through her own experiences. I have formed it all in one big story. It is she that gets credit for this story, not me.  Grandma was a teenager back in the 1930s, which is when this story takes place.  So, please bear that in mind as you read this story.  It is a story that has passed down through our entire family.  It takes place in Tishomingo County, Mississippi.  It is written in first person narrative.  I take the vast majority of the story straight from the diary of my beloved grandmother. I will provide comments with inserts [ ].


We lived near what is now Tishomingo State Park in the northern part of Mississippi.  When the news broke that ground was going to be broken for a state park, people reacted with mixed feelings about the whole thing.  In 1932, people were more concerned about the Great Depression, getting food on the table and having work were priorities.  Now, the state government thought it was a great idea to spend sparse state funds on a new state park.  It made no sense to most folks, including my dad, who was beside himself with anger over this project.  When my father found out he would be getting a job in construction, his anger turned to happiness almost overnight.  But, he still had misgivings about it.  There had been rumors of burial grounds from the Chickasaw Indians [This is NOT another Indian burial grounds type story] who were forced off this land by the U.S. government to what is now, Oklahoma.  In fact, some human bones were uncovered by the heavy machines of the day.  They were transferred to Memphis and nothing else was said about them.

Within the first week, strange things started happening.  A tree that seemed completely stable, fell on a bulldozer, killing the driver almost instantly.  Another man was crushed by a crane moving dirt up a slope and so on.  In all, in the first 90 days, 5 men were killed and 12 were injured, 4 of whom, were seriously injured.  As bad as these accidents were, that wasn't the thing that bothered most.  Construction work of any type was dangerous in the 1930s.  But, what bothered dad and so many others was the "feeling" of being watched.  It was something my father was reluctant to talk about and would always change the subject.  Despite the scarcity of work during this time, men started quitting on the job.  Some said they felt uneasy or spooked about working there.  Joshua Abbott, my father's best friend, said he felt like he was having the life sucked out of him when he worked on the site of the new state park.  Mr. Abbott said one time, he went to relieve himself in some nearby bushes.  Someone pushed him as he finished his business.  Turning around, thinking it was a co-worker, Mr. Abbott said there was only a bit of morning fog near him.  Men would get to the point they would not relieve themselves by going alone.  They would go in at least duos or threesomes to go urinate.

Strange things continued to happen in and around the site.  Two brothers, who were said to be very close to one another, got into a fight after work at a nearby speakeasy [For those not familiar, a speakeasy was an illegal bar selling alcoholic beverages].  The older brother was killed when his younger brother knocked him down.  He suffered a fractured skull.  The fight was over who would sit where in the bar.   Men who were normally mild-mannered would go home, fight with their wives and inexplicably leave in the middle of the night, never to return.  As one might imagine, turnover was rapid at the work site of the new state park.  Suicides were a problem also.  In the first six months, 8 men committed suicide, 2 doing the deed on the job at the site. Many townspeople were starting to talk that maybe all the construction going on was upsetting some long dead spirits that were exacting revenge for doing so.

I lived with my parents about 3 miles outside of the construction site for the new state park.  We lived on a dirt road called Mashburn Road.  It was named after old man Jonathan Mashburn who many thought was strange and mysterious in his own right.  There were about 8 families that lived on Mashburn Road.  We had all known each other for years and years.  There was some kin who lived in this part of Tishomingo County.  But, for the most part, we were all friends and neighbors who looked out for one another.  Strange things that had been taking place at the new park were starting to take place at different areas adjacent to the park, including Mashburn Road where I lived.  One night, I had just finished my bath and was getting myself ready for a date with Dewayne Miller.  I heard a sound just outside my bedroom window.  It was sort of like a low-pitched squeal.  We did have pigs and thought maybe one had gotten out of the pen.  But, there was nothing there.  There was instead a "presence" of something.  It was a sense of something foreboding and sinister.  I became very scared and closed the window.  Now, as I was gathering my wits, I felt something was in the bedroom with me.  The very light from the bare bulb in the bedroom seemed to retreat to within a foot of itself.  I tried to scream, but my voice was dry and hoarse.  I felt myself going faint, and the room seemed to start spinning.

I reached out to the chester drawers, only to knock over my water glass and fall to the floor.  The sound got a reaction from my mother who was putting dinner on the table. "Charlotte, Charlotte dear?  Are you okay?" she asked.  I could not speak.  This brought my mother quickly into my room.  I had momentarily blacked out and my breathing was faint.  My father was alerted and he went to fetch Doc Smithers to our home.  Doc Smithers said I appeared anemic and needed to be eating better.  My mother took immediate exception to this statement.  Mother made it clear I ate 3 meals a day and she always ensured I did eat.  Doc Smithers then asked that my parents leave the room.  After they left, he asked me if I had been having sexual relations with any of the boys on Mashburn Road.  I was horrified.  I was still a virgin and had not let any boy so much as move their hand above or below my wrist.  I assured Doc Smithers this was not the case.  I was upset with him for asking.  He made it clear, as a physician, he had to ask me.  He was fearful I might be pregnant.  That was not possible.

There continued to be unusual events happening on Mashburn Road.  The Ladner family lost their eldest son, Jack, to unknown circumstances.  The county coroner could not determine a reason for death.   He was a healthy, robust 19-year-old young man who worked maintaining trestles for the railroad in Tishomingo County.  He was found face down in his bed.  Doc Smithers noticed that the skin around Jack's nose was very pale and blood was leaking from his nose and mouth.  He said those are symptoms of someone who was smothered to death.  The coroner said there was no way to prove that beyond a reasonable doubt.  There were more deaths, such as in the Watkins family (only daughter dying mysterious and without obvious signs), the Bowens family (Mrs. Bowens seemed to die under same circumstances as Jack, along with her youngest daughter, Madeline), the McNeil family (lost their only 2 children to same fate as Jack Ladner).  In fact, all 8 families on Mashburn Road had suffered some kind of family tragedy except us.  When they all learned I had suffered a near fatal event, people started wanting answers.   So, many on Mashburn Road began to suspect there was some sort of evil spirit that had descended upon our area.  Mashburn Road was not the only people near the state park construction site to experience tragedy.  Families as far away as 10 miles began to suffer a similar death. Tishomingo County Sheriff Tom Haskell started an investigation, thinking it was some kind of chemicals or some other agent used at the construction site.  Construction was halted when the park was about 20% complete.  State investigators, federal agents and scientists gathered to get samples of the soil, air samples and so forth.

Everyone who suffered the loss of a loved one said all these officials were wasting time and effort.  Everyone who suffered a loss told Sheriff Haskell the same thing;  preceding a family death(s), there was an ominous, foreboding presence either in the home or near it.  Sheriff Haskell dismissed this as hysteria of losing a loved one.  Everyone, including my mother, made it clear this simply was not the case.  Everyone, including those other families inside the 10-mile radius, all repeated the same story of an ominous presence in the house.  Some reported a grayish darkness in the room. I made it known I experienced the same thing.  Still, Sheriff Haskell did not listen to us.  He said he can only investigate physical parts of this world, not the non-physical part. We understood that.  But, he was not taking us seriously about our story of the ominous presence.  It was with a great sense of satisfaction Sheriff Haskell was voted out of office 5 months later.

Work had ground to a stop.  There was a clearing of trees still going on and the state even stopped that.  But, the same ominous presence continued to wreak havoc in north Mississippi.  Deaths continued to occur for no obvious reason.  The only real constant was that all families, which had lost a loved one, was never revisited by this monstrous entity that we now called the "Ominous Presence."   As I said, our family was the only family that had not suffered the loss of a loved one on Mashburn Road. I came close to losing my life.  But, for the assistance of the Lord, I would have suffered the fate of many others.  My mother felt the Ominous Presence would revisit us because it failed in its attempt with me.  Mother took steps to ensure it did not come back for a second attempt.  In each windowsill of our house, mother placed a crucifix.  There was only the bathroom window that she could not place a crucifix due to a lack of a windowsill.  She instead placed the crucifix on the inside bathroom door.  My father thought the entire thing was nonsense.  He was not getting paid due to the work stoppage.  People who had been struggling before construction began, were in even worse condition due to the construction site being shut down.  Priests, ministers, pastors of every religious faith were leading people in prayer at church, at tent revivals and at the state park construction site itself.  Despite all this, nothing seemed to be working.  People still suffered unknown tragedies.

As this horror continued to play itself out, life went on as much as possible.  Construction on the state park started up, albeit, on a very limited basis.  We were now 10 months into this ongoing struggle against the Ominous Presence.   The deaths had slowed to a trickle.  In the past 2 months, there had been "only" 4 deaths, one, of which, was a suicide.  But, reports of this foreboding presence were continuing.  One Friday night, I was preparing for my bath.  I was testing the water for the lukewarm temperature I favored.  As I sat by the tub, I felt a familiar presence in the bathroom.  I began to feel a heavy presence, a chill in the air and the air being sucked out of my body as before.  I remember thinking, how could this be happening again?  Then I remembered the crucifix not being on the window due to no windowsill.  It was a mistake that my mother did not anticipate.  I turned to the bathroom door to discover the crucifix was now upside down.  I felt a touch upon my throat.  It was tightening and choking off my breath.  I felt myself gurgling, saliva was flowing from my mouth and I was feeling myself losing consciousness ever so slowly.   I tried to scream and nothing came out of my mouth.  I remember asking God for help, for assistance from this evil, this murderous presence out to correct its mistake with me.  The last thing I remember was the bathroom door opening and hearing, "IN JESUS NAME..."  I then blacked out.

Later on, as I recovered on the couch with Doc Smithers checking my pulse, my mother stood over me.  It was my mother who came through the door to rebuke the evil spirit, the ominous presence that had come to right a wrong by choking the life out of me.  After Doc Smithers left, mother said she felt something wrong in the house.  Suddenly, she stated she felt this overwhelming urge to go to the bathroom to check on me.  She saw a dark, grayish cloud in the shape of a goat's head surrounding me.  Mother said this evil entity saw her and started to move toward her (which is what mother wanted), she shouted at the top of her lungs, "IN JESUS NAME, I REBUKE YOU AND COMMAND YOU, IN JESUS NAME, TO LEAVE OUR HOUSE, OUR NEIGHBORS OUR LIVES AND CAST YOURSELF BACK INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL WHERE YOU BELONG."  Mother said the entity, the ominous presence, then let out a scream, a roar if you will, and disappeared out the window.  Mother then picked me up and dragged me out of the bathroom.  I remember none of this.  I was out for a period of about 5 minutes when mother brought me into the world once again with a cold, wet rag.

I would like to tell you that this was the final time the Ominous Presence made any attempts on the lives of people in north Mississippi.  But, it was not.  For another two weeks, people reported numerous attempts on the lives of people in the 10-mile radius of the new state park being constructed.  But, while they were many more attempts [It was as if the entity was trying to prove something], there were no further lives taken by this entity.  It appears the entity had been weakened by possibly failing to take my life a second time and by mother rebuking it.  After nearly a year, the horror that had enveloped Tishomingo County and taken so many lives, faded into nothingness, obscurity and history.  Tishomingo State Park was eventually completed years later and life then went on as the stranglehold of the Great Depression began to weaken its evil grip on north Mississippi and the nation.  No one in my family or other townsfolk liked to discuss the Ominous Presence and the days, weeks and months that saw no comparison to this evil entity.  I eventually married and had children of my own.  To each of them, I dedicate this story so that they may know of it.  I want them to also know that despite the horrors of this time, there were brave people who stood firm in their faith and conviction against this horror, this Ominous Presence.


[Despite researching on various government sites about this story in 1932, there was the only mention of a flu outbreak,  tuberculosis victims and suicide. There was also a total of about 35 unexplained deaths during the year.  I personally believe it was double that number due to my grandmother's diary and research I have done.  Newspapers mentioned the evil grip of disease and Great Depression hopelessness as the cause of so many deaths.  But, there was no mention of the Ominous Presence my grandmother spoke of so eloquently.  My grandmother went to her grave stating this story is entirely true.  But, even in today's Tishomingo County, you will find few of the elders who want to discuss the story you have just read.  I believe with all my heart the story is true, although there are few, if any, people still alive today who remember this story as told through the eyes of my Grandmother Charlotte.  There has never been any other mention of another evil grip on this area since the 1932 horror that took place.  But, as you visit this state park, at least in my mind, you get the feeling there is something lying dormant here as if it is waiting for the proper time to make its presence known once again.]  

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Legend of Slaughter Hill

Today we are pleased to present Dennis Tarsut as our guest poster on the topic of the Paranormal/Supernatural.  Dennis is the senior account executive at a major medical supply company in Dallas, Texas.  He graduated from the University of Arkansas -  Little Rock in 1989.  A 50-year-old father of two daughters, ages 24 and 21, he will become a grandfather for the first time in December of this year.  An accomplished golfer, Dennis travels all over the country to play at the various golf courses, including the Augusta National Golf Club (The Masters).  Dennis and his wife participate in rescues of dogs and cats at local animal shelters in Dallas in their free time.

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The election of Andrew Jackson in 1828, brought forth long-held desires for the lands of the Cherokee, Choctaw, Creek, Chickasaw and Seminole Indians came to a head with the federal Indian Removal Act of 1830. This act allowed the forcible removal of the five tribes to new lands in the Indian Territory (modern-day Oklahoma). All five tribes passed through Arkansas, and many of the territory's most prominent figures made substantial fortunes from removal. It was one of the most sickening and shameful episodes in U.S. history as the U.S. federal government literally made old men, women and children go on a forced march from their sacred lands.  The Native Americans had lived on this land for centuries.  When given no choice, tribal leaders saw that the very survival of their tribes was in mortal danger of becoming extinct.  Many of these Native Americans died on the long, arduous journey.  Living in North Little Rock, I was able to venture to one of the routes taken by these people.  There is a simple monument to commemorate this rape and humiliation of these Native Americans. Now, the Choctaw tribe was the first to agree to the removal treaty.  It is that tribe for which this story is about.  It may seem farfetched to believe.  But, I have seen it with my own two eyes.

After signing the removal treaty, the Choctaw tribe began their journey to land which would be "their land into perpetuity" as they were told.   The journey began in what is now called West Memphis.  After arriving in North Little Rock, as the legend goes, several elders thought they should spend the night to rest.  It had been harder on the Choctaw tribe than originally thought.  Federal troops had their orders.  They had to have this tribe on "their land" at a certain date or they would have some explaining to do.  The legend continues that 14 Choctaw decided they had had enough.  So, an escape was planned that night.  Eight women, five men, and one child were going to make a run to a destination of where no one really knows.  But, they had all they wanted of the forced march.  They made their escape under a moonlit night. But, they soon found themselves surrounded on a small hill.  The circumstances are not clear of what exactly happened.  But, a shot was fired and then the troops fired on all 14, killing all 14 Native Americans.  As it turned out, all 14 were unarmed except for one woman who had a skinning knife.  Not long afterward, sightings of apparitions around the hill were reported by locals.  It became known as "Slaughter Hill."


When I was a small boy, I lived about 5 miles from the purported "Slaughter Hill."   There had been sightings and sounds coming from this area for over a century.   But, I had never seen anything unusual for the entire 14 years of my life while living in this area.  I had spent several nights camped near (no one is willing to actually camp on the hill itself) Slaughter Hill.  Again, I had never heard or saw anything out of the norm camping near the hill.  Two weeks after my 14th birthday, in June of 1980, we again decided to camp out near Slaughter Hill.  It was myself, two of my best friends, Doug and Matt, and my little brother, Gerald, age 11.  Gerald didn't really want to go.  But, my dad insisted he get out of the house and camp out with his big brother.  To be honest, I didn't want Gerald to go either.  But, I accepted my fate with him tagging along.

We got to the site about 6PM that June night.  It was hot, muggy and the mosquitoes were about to carry us off unless we started up the camp fire real quick.  We had two tents with mosquito netting.  That helped out a lot.  We had ice, soft drinks, slim jims, chips and P&J sandwiches which we wolfed down in record time.  We were camped about 20-25 feet from the actual Slaughter Hill.  That was closer than we normally would camp.  I was about to bring that to the attention of the guys when we heard a noise come from the direction of the hill.  This was around 8PM as I recall.  Matt said it sounded like a moan.  He thought it came from us.  But, I knew it had not.  It came from the direction of the hill.  We all were discussing this when we heard a subtle, but clear audible "cough." This time, we all knew it did not come from our group of four.  It came from the hill itself.

We all four stood up to look at the hill this time.  There was certainly some activity around the very top of the hill itself.  Fog had started to move in this area.  The fog was not dense.  But, it was enough to send the shivers up your spine.  Suddenly, and without any warning, we heard a woman SCREAM!!!  We looked around in astonishment!  We could see nothing except a small swirling of the fog at the top of Slaughter Hill.   Then we heard voices.  We only knew what was being said was not English.  Matt, who has always said he was part Seminole, said it was a Native American dialect, possibly Cherokee or Choctaw.  But, he did not fully understand the words.  We then saw what has stuck with me for the past thirty-six years.  We saw blurry, human forms that began to take shape at the top of the hill where the fog had been swirling just a few moments ago.  Gerald started crying and said he wanted to go home.  But, myself, Matt and Doug were simply too awestruck to even move.  The forms slowly took shape in the form of people, five Native American men, eight Native American women, and one Native American child, approximately 8 years old.  They had solidified, they were moving as a group closer together.  I could see the fear on their faces.  They were not three-dimensional.  The closest I could describe them was what you see from an old photo negative.  You know how people's skin is dark, their hair is white, their eyes are white-grayish?  That is how they looked, like a super large photo negative.  They were all fearful of something and two women pointed out in a direction of something that brought terror to her and the other members of the party.  Screams, shouts, arms were flailing at whatever terror they saw.  Then as the voices reached a crescendo, the expected sound of gunfire broke out.  The first to drop down was what appeared to be an old Native American woman.  Then one after another, with screams and shouts of anger, all fell down.  Just as it had suddenly begun, it ended with crickets (which had gone strangely quiet) chirping, and the ever-present mosquitoes biting us again.  The scene before us had slowly disappeared.  I couldn't help but think how many times had this scene taken place over the years with no one present.  I'll never know, of course.

We all just stood there and looked at what we had just witnessed.  I don't know how long we looked at the top of Slaughter Hill.  Perhaps as much as five minutes before someone spoke.  It was Doug wanting to gather up our tents and equipment and walk the five miles home. Our parents would have been upset had we left and walked home.  So, after some convincing, we all stayed put for the night.  No further incidents took place.  But, to say we slept afterward would be incorrect.  None of us could sleep.  I stayed up, looking at the horrible scene we had witnessed.  I thought I heard more groans and gasps that night.  But, I did not mention it to any of the guys.  What we had witnessed was something that had happened almost two centuries prior.  Innocent people were slaughtered for no reason other than that they wanted to return to their sacred lands.  I was filled with anguish for the rest of the night.

It was some time before I told my parents about what we saw that night.  My mother said we must have been dreaming.  I regretted telling them, especially since we were told we could not go back if we were going to scare them with such horrific tales of ghostly figures.  We did go back the next summer and for summers after that.  But, outside of a few groans, moans and audible coughs, we saw nothing else at Slaughter Hill.  As I enter mid-life, I think back on that night.  I think about a people who wanted nothing more than to be left alone to live their lives in peace and tranquility.  The treatment of the Native Americans is a sin that our government has yet to fully come to terms with as of this date.  They are still relegated to living on reservations, alcoholism is a problem among them all there and the mistreatment of the only true Americans continues to this day.

People still say the Legend of Slaughter Hill is just that, a legend.  But, it's not a legend to me, Gerald, Doug or Matt.  To us, it is all too real and will remain so, at least with this writer, until the day he dies.

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Creature of Bell Cup Road

Today we are pleased to present Henry Wakefield as our guest poster on the topic of the Paranormal/Supernatural.  Henry is a 41-year-old graduate of Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Texas.  Henry works as a computer engineer at a Fortune 500 company. Henry is the father of a fantastic 8-year-old boy who is going to be a major league baseball prospect someday.  Living in Houston presently, Henry enjoys golf, baseball, football and working for Habitat for Humanity on weekends.

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I grew up in the Hill Country of Texas, specifically Bandera County.  This area of Texas is known for it's tall hills, and thin layers of soil atop limestone and granite.  It is typically a very dry area and prone to flash flooding.  I experienced the horror of flash flooding several times while in Bandera County.  My family lost all their belongings twice.  It was a tough area to live. But, we would not have lived anywhere else in the world.

There are superstitions about this area of the great state of Texas.  There were all kinds of old tales of strange goings on and the like. But, the one tale that I discovered to be true was the Creature of Bell Cup Road.  Now, this creature was not something that people liked to talk about.  People thought if you even talked about something supernatural, you were a candidate for the state mental facility.  I experienced first-hand that the Creature of Bell Cup Road was not a superstition.  It was real and it was a threat to the people who lived in this area.  Few people ever saw this Creature.  Those that did claim to see it, said it was pale, thin and fragile looking.  My experience taught me that was all true.  But, it exhibited great strength by the mere fact that several cattle had been torn in half, not cut, but torn in half.  The strength it took to do that boggles the mind.  So, now, I must begin my story and my encounter with the Creature of Bell Cup Road...

I lived near a subdivision that was never completed for reasons that are still not clear to most.  I felt I knew why it was never completed. We'll get to that later.  The subdivision was for middle-class families near a densely wooded area.  Initially, the first five homes built were bought very quickly.  Several more homes were being built in the anticipation they would be bought just as quickly as the first five.  That would never happen.  The families that bought those first five homes either abandoned them to the bank or never moved into their new homes.  The construction companies abandoned the completion of this new subdivision as well.  The name of the subdivision was Bell Cup Estates.  The main road was Bell Cup Road that dead-ended at the partially completed homes.  At the end of  Bell Cup Road sat an abandoned 1975 Ford truck on blocks.  Whoever financed this investment must have lost a ton of money.  No one ever came here...except, of course, teenagers who were looking for something to do. I was one of those teenagers back in July of 1988.

I was 13 years old back in 1988.  I was just at that point where I was confused by all the changes in my body and my sudden interest in girls.  Two other confused teenagers were Carl, who was also 13 and Jerry who was the old man of the trio at age 14.  For the most part, we stayed out of trouble.  We had one bad habit...we couldn't stay away from the abandoned homes at Bell Cup Estates.  I mean we had explored as much of the high hill country as we could or were confident to explore.  There were certain places even we didn't want to explore. In fact, my mother warned me to stay away from a certain area even hunters refused to go hunting.  That got my attention.  Hunting in Texas is almost a religion.  If hunters shied away from an area, it had to be for a good reason.  Of course, that area was adjacent to Bell Cup Road. Many a time we would go to Bell Cup Road to just hang out at the old abandoned Ford truck.  It was during one of these "hanging out" times that we all witnessed something that even to this day sends shivers down my spine.

It was toward the latter part of July when on a particularly hot afternoon, the inevitable desire to go to Bell Cup Estates came up between the three of us.  The homes themselves were a shambles.  All the windows had been knocked out, all copper tubing, A/C units had long since been hauled away by vandals.  It was shameful the way those homes had been treated as I remember now.  I never partook in the looting of these homes.  I can't say that for Carl.  Carl came from a very poor family not far from where I lived.  There were times Carl came to our house and said he had not eaten since breakfast of the previous day.  Mom always felt sympathy for Carl and would feed him. So, I looked over Carl's stealing as much as I could.  Anyway, we all decided to make haste to our favorite hangout.  It was about a 30-minute bike ride from my house, where we would all meet up each day.  Immediately, we jumped up in the old Ford pickup on blocks.  It was getting kinda shaky with the continual jumping up and down on it.  I warned Carl and Jerry about that.  But, it was as if they were tone deaf to my warnings now.  I looked at my watch and noticed it was just after 5PM.  We had about 2 more hours of daylight left before I had to head home.  My parents were easy on me about going wherever I wanted.  But, the one standing rule is home by dark if not sooner.  I always obeyed that one rule. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule and I did it once.

We had been at Bell Cup Road about an hour before the "huffing" sound from the densely forested area adjacent to Bell Cup Road got started.  We all three looked at each other as if to say in unison, "What the hell was that?"   Have you ever heard an African male lion huffing at the zoo or on TV?  It was like that.  There was no roar or anything similar to that.  Just the constant huffing.  This went on for about 2 or 3 minutes.  During the huffing, none of us said a word.  It just vibrated your bones, it was so deep and powerful.  It was LOUD also. After it stopped, Jerry said maybe we should all head home.  But, Carl and I wanted to see what it was.  So, like a couple of idiots, we headed toward the dense vegetation about 50 yards from the Ford truck.  We couldn't go far because we didn't have anything to cut at the vegetation.  The stems on some of the vegetation were as tough and thick as a rope.  We turned to go back to see an anxious Jerry waiting for us in the bed of the truck.  It was now getting dark.  I looked at my watch again.  It was now 7:10PM.  I knew I should have gone home.  I wish I had now.  But, like Carl, my curiosity had gotten the best of me.  So, we sat in the truck and waited.

About 7:30PM, it was really starting to get dark.  I knew that meant trouble for me when I got home.  I was given a lot of freedom at my home.  My parents didn't want me to feel fenced in at home.  But, their one standing rule of being home before dark is something they did not give me leeway on ever.   As we stared at the dark, foreboding vegetation before us, Jerry said, "Why don't we all just go home now?  Whatever the hell it was..." and then we heard the first SCREAM.  It was very similar to the scream of a woman who had been hurt if that makes any sense to you.  "EEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!!!," this creature screamed!  We could not see it.  But, it was extremely close by.  Suddenly, the old Ford truck moved and lifted up about four feet off the cement blocks it had been resting seemingly forever.  We all jumped off the truck to see a sight that will live with me forever.  Under the truck was the Creature that we had always heard was a superstition.  It was definitely the Creature of Bell Cup Road that was now staring at us and screaming...EEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!   Now, everybody I've told this story to always ask me the same question...WHY didn't you guys run?!?!  The only thing I can tell you is that we were in shock.  We just stood there as if we were mannequins in a clothing store.  Carl was directly behind the truck as the thin, fragile and apparently pale, stick-legged creature (it was about 6'5-6'7) lifted the truck up over its head!  I finally came to my senses and yelled at Carl to get away from the damn truck!  The Creature again screamed....

"EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed the enraged Creature that was now no longer superstition.  It was now threatening us with its incredible strength.  That truck still had its engine inside, although there were parts missing (starter, carburetor, etc).  So, it still weighed about 4,000lbs, give or take.  This creature lifted the truck up over its head...and held it.  As I said, I screamed at Carl to get away from the truck and now I was joined by Jerry who also was screaming at him.  I ran to grab Carl....and I started toward him about 3 seconds too late.  The Creature dropped the truck, tailgate first toward Carl.  The truck twisted, turned as the Creature tossed it in Carl's direction.  I then heard more screaming.  Only it was coming from me this time.  The Creature of Bell Cup Road gave one more scream and ran with quickness and speed that would have put a Cheetah to shame.  I never saw it again.  I never wanted to see it again.  The tailgate end of the truck had landed on Carl, just above his knees.  The screams that Carl gave rivaled those of the Creature of Bell Cup Road.  We could not pull Carl from under the truck.  Carl finally and mercifully passed out.  We again tried to lift the truck.  But, we could not budge the truck.  Jerry took off running toward his bike.  I could only guess he was going for help.  I stayed behind and held Carl in my arms, praying he would not wake up.

Help did arrive for Carl.  Carl lost his legs as we all feared he would.  His prosthetic legs were a constant reminder to me of what transpired, that day.  Police did not believe our story of the Creature.  They theorized that we were playing on the truck and it flipped over.  Of course, no one could explain how a truck sitting on blocks flipped over backward and twisted toward Carl.  It HAD to have been pushed in that direction.

Of course, only the three of us knew what happened.  We all were questioned separately and gave exact stories.  Carl didn't give his story for two weeks after he lost his legs.  Jerry and I were cleared of any wrongdoing after Carl gave his account.  Jerry is now an assistant football coach at a major university in Texas.  Jerry drifted apart from Carl and me over the years.  We very rarely discussed that tragic night at Bell Cup Road.  It's just something we wanted to blot out of our lives.  Carl did odd jobs at various businesses in the city.  His problem wasn't so much his prosthetic legs.  It was his heavy drinking that put Carl in abject poverty.  I did as much as I could for Carl.  In some ways, I felt responsible for not getting to Carl in time before the Creature threw (yes, threw the truck) the truck at Carl.  He always told me that I was talking nonsense.  In December of 2005, Carl put a revolver to his right temple and pulled the trigger.  The Creature finally claimed its victim.

I never went back to Bell Cup Estates after that incident.  I was grounded for six weeks by my parents.  My dad wanted to ground me until I was 21 years old.  It didn't matter. After what happened to Carl, none of us wanted to go back.  There have been a smattering of sightings or sounds of the Creature of Bell Cup Road after our encounter with that creature.  But, all that did was feed into the superstition that few believed.  Funny thing is, last I heard, the entire abandoned subdivision was leveled by bulldozers.  It has now been taken over by the dense, thick vegetation that was nearby.  But, in my nightmares, I still hear Carl screaming.  And I still hear that Creature screaming...and lifting that old Ford truck up...and he's always looking right at me. 

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