A young man was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from college. While he was walking through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air.
The elephant seemed distressed so the man approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot. There was a large thorn deeply embedded in the bottom of the foot.
As carefully and as gently as he could he worked the thorn out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For a good ten minutes the man stood frozen -- thinking of nothing else but being trampled.
Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away.
The man never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later the man was walking through the zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to where they were standing at the rail. The large bull elephant stared at him and lifted it's front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times, all the while staring at the man. The man couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant.
After a while it trumpeted loudly; then it continued to stare at him.
The man summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.
Suddenly the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing, killing him.
This one took place when I was very little, about 5 or 6. We had just moved into a new house, about a block down the street from where my two brothers had been born. The previous owners had taken less than perfect care of the house and the back porch, (which was enclosed) was filled with bags of garbage. It took my parents, with me helping (mostly getting under-foot), almost two weeks to make the house clean enough to move into.
Once that was taken care of, I plodded myself upstairs, proclaiming loudly that the room at the top of the stairs was mine, that Elizabeth had said she'd share. My parents looked at me strangely, but shrugged and chalked it up to an overactive imagination, but giving into my request for the room.
About a month after moving in completely, I went to bed; tossing and turning, unable to sleep (I think the first day of Kindergarten was the next day...). As I rolled from facing the wall to facing my dresser across the room, I had a feeling that something in the room just didn't seem right, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Focusing my eyes as best I could, I realized that I was seeing my reflection in my dresser mirror. But, no, wait, I didn't have a blue nightgown on! I did a double-take.
A girl of about 16 or 17 stood in front of the only window in my room, clad in a pale blue gown, but white otherwise. She seemed to staring into the backyard for some reason. As I watched her, I began to drift off to sleep, feeling nothing menacing about her. Then suddenly, that changed.
The temperature in the room dropped almost 20 degrees as she slowly turned from the window and looked straight at me.
At first I was stunned. But as she began to approach the bed, her face changed from it's calm facade to a truly malevolent portrait. At about the same time, I remember a music box of mine beginning to play in the background (odd thing to happen, though my mother confirms this).
Downstairs, my mother heard the music box start and came up to see if I was out of bed and to yell at me. Halfway up the stairs, she says, she heard me scream.
All I remember is Elizabeth fading as my mother burst into the room and the music immediately stopping at the same time.
[QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.nick3333
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically.
My story up above I had posted was one of my scariest and this kind of stuff happened all throughout my childhood heres another.
When I was around the age of 8 We had gotten our first trampoline i think you all know what those things are. I had loved the thing I went on it from dusk till dawn. But as I grew older to the age of 9 I had gotten bored of it and one night I had went to sleep And a noise awoke me I heard screaming out my window. The window was shut and you can usually barley hear anything out of it? I looked at the trampoline in my back yard and there was a little girl stuck in the springs of the trampoline. I screamed so loud. Then as soon as I blinked she was out of the trampoline springs walking towards my window laughing at me. Her leg was teard up and when she got close to the window she vanished.
Story number two (not counting the first story because that was just something hilarious I had read a few minutes before creating this thread): My friend's mother, let's call her Nina, had just had a baby girl. Back to when she was in labor in the hospital, she was supposedly heavily medicated due to the pain. She eventually passed out right after the birth because of the pain and the medication. But she remembered having a dream which she soon told my mother. She dreamt that she was somewhere 'in heaven' (she wasn't sure if it was heaven, but there were 'angels' there). The dream was about a group of angels. The group of angels were all friends and they got along well until one in particular did something wrong, I can't remember what exactly. As a consequence she was shunned by the rest of the 'angels'. The angel soon became very depressive. She always kept to herself and the others ignored her but whispered about her behind her back. She soon became suicidal. Eventually she killed herself. Now I don't pretend to understand how and angel can kill herself, but she did. And she did it with a pair of scissors. She stuck the point of the scissors into the hollow of her neck and bled to death. You know where the hollow is right? Right between your shoulder blades where there is a hollowed out area. I think there's a name for it but I can't recall it. Anyway, that was the dream. The angel committed suicide by shoving the point of a pair of sharp scissors in to her throat and bled to death. Nina woke up after that dream and just brushed it off as some weird dream. She was in the hospital bed feeling a lot better but still groggy from medication and, of course, giving birth. The nurse soon brought her newborn baby girl wrapped up snugly in a pink blanket. Nina started looking at the baby and pulling away the pink blanket away from her face so she could see better. But the blanket fell off a little bit more and it showed the little baby's throat. Right where the hollow of her neck should be (it's difficult to see in a newborn since they're so wrinkly and scrunched up) there was a birth mark. A slight brownish discoloration about the size of a nickel just sort of splashed there. Nina remembered her dream and obviously freaked out. But that's all I know of it. My mother didn't tell me any more. I don't know what happened. Maybe they just brushed it off as a strange coincidence. But I did see the baby later on and she did have that birthmark. And she still has it to this day.
[QUOTE="nick3333"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.KiIIyou
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically. You know what? Elephants can swim. :shock: I think we have our conspiracy theory right there! Screw tin foil hats, I'm getting an elephant-proof bunker somewhere dry.
when I was 16,my girlfriends father suddenly died,the night of the funeral,we were in the backyard and a red tailed hawk flew close by ,hawks dont fly at night,then we went inside and passed by his study we smelled his cigar.real strong like it was just lit.
I have a couple creepy stories I guess. Probably isn't much to you guys but it was hell for me :P
Well a few years ago when I was living with my fiancee... her and I had started this little "band" deal I guess. She had purchased a drum set and was learning to play it, and I already could play guitar. So we'd go down in the basement and jam out for hours during the day. Well one night it was late and we were lying in bed watching tv... it was about 1:30 because Conan O'Brian was on. Well anyway, we got sleepy and snuggled up and started to go to bed.
Probably fifteen or twenty minutes of lying there in the dark we started to doze off, but we were both brought back to wide alert by some low sounding noise. I asked her if she heard that and she said yeah, so we sat up and listened again. We heard it again... it went thump... thump... thump... a real low sounding noise. We listened to this for a good five minutes wondering what it could be. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. Then it suddenly hit us both, it was the kick drum of her drumset.
She wanted me to go downstairs and make sure if that's what it was. I told her to kiss my ass :P But we both got up and went and looked. I went downstairs with a flashlight (there were no lights down there, just one in the center of the room with a pull-string on it) and made my way to the light. When I clicked on the light the pedal part of the kickdrum was slightly rocking as if someone had been using it and just let their foot off of it. I looked back at Jen with big scared eyes. She was scared too... so I stuffed a blanket all around the drum and the pedal so it wouldn't move anymore. Didn't hear the sound again.
The second creepy thing that happened to me... Jen was asleep, it was probably 2:30 or 3 in the morning. I had gotten up to go pee. The way our bathroom was setup, the toilet sits across from the sink so when you're on the toilet you're facing the sink. And to the left, if you're on the toilet, the window is there. Well I peed and was washing my hands. I turned on the lights over the sink and started picking at a zit I had on my face and I heard the most GOD AWFUL scream come from outside. This wasn't a fox, or a rabbit, or a cat... this was a freaking woman screaming. Or a girl. I looked at myself right in the eyes in my mirror reflection and just froze. I couldn't move. I was too afraid to move. It sounded like it was just outside. I finally mustered up the courage and flipped off the light and hauled ass back to bed. I told Jen about it the next morning but she just kept telling me it was a fox or something. I live in the country... I know what sounds animals make, and that was most definitely not an animal. I would bet my very vehicle it was a woman. But... we live out in the boonies :| we have no neighbors.
[QUOTE="nick3333"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.KiIIyou
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically. Glad to be entertaining. I have to add that I'm starting to look forward to this too. It's 2am here so the stories are particularly creepy for me, hahah. Here's a real story my dad told me. It happened to him. A few years ago my dad was visiting a friend in the outskirts of St. Petersburg (Russia). His friend was renovating a huge old house with around 20 rooms(!). Much of it was still uninhabitable save for three or four rooms including a bathroom, the kitchen and a living room, so my dad had to sleep in a remote room of the house that was still being painted. My dad had trouble getting to sleep, which was very unusual for him at the time. He finally managed to go to sleep after a while, however. Cold. My dad woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, out of breath.. He couldn't remember having a bad dream.. He sat up and looked around. The room was dark. There was a bucket of paint in a corner, a ladder in the other... Cold. He felt cold. He couldn't recall it being so cold in this room before... He lay back down, hugging himself under the covers, shivering. He closed his eyes, but he was feeling restless. He felt compelled to open his eyes. He did not know why, but it was as if his eyes wanted to open, or as if something was forcing them open... He opened his eyes. As he did so, he heard a scratching sound. He focused his eyes in the darkness -- and immediately regretted it. What he saw sent chills down his spine. On the wall opposite to him he saw a face. The disembodied face was in the wall, stuck there as a hunting trophy would be, staring straight ahead. It was talking. Terrified, my dad tried to hear what it was saying, but no sound parted from the moving lips. The face was that of a middle aged man with long dark hair and distinctive features. The face kept staring through my father, as if not seeing him, and moving its lips franctically, as if it were trying to say something important. The next morning my dad related his experience to his friend. A few days later my dad's friend - let's call him Alex - called him. Alex had enquired about the house, and told my father - this may seem cliche but it's true - that a man had died in that very room in the 1800s. All signs pointed to murder, but it was never found out who the murderer was. To this day, my father thinks the man in the wall was the victim, and that he had tried to tell my dad something important that night... Perhaps something about the murder... Perhaps who had killed him.
When I was about 10, I was staying at my best friends house for the night. It awas around dusk and we were outside tossing the frisbee. One of us botched a throw and the disc went flying over a wooden fence and into the neighbors backyard. We heard the frisbee land on the grass and then there were a few moments of silence. Suddenly, we heard what sounded like a pack of wolves (I say wolves because of the sheer viciousnes of their snarls and growls) just go crazxy and attack the frisbee. It sounded like at least 6 canines andthey sounded too powerful and vicious to be dogs. This freaked us out so we ran inside for a few minutes. We decided to head by the neighbors house and just ask them or the firsbee back after our fear subsided. We walk by the garage and theres a small girl just standing, staring vacantly around the garage. She was pale-ish, in a nightgown with black hair. We said "hey...can we have our frisbee back?" She just stared at us and walked inside the house. Again, we walked back to my friends house and told his mom the little girl wouldnt give us our frisbee. His mom said "Oh, thats odd....theres no little girl at that house." Weird. So, yet again, we head tot he neighbors house and knock on the door. A middle aged woman answered ans we told her "We lost our frisbee and heard the dogs, and then your daughter wouldnt give it back." She replied "I dont have dogs or a daughter." My friend replied "Oh, well the little girl staying here." And to this she said "Theres not even girl staying here, Im sorry." The woman wasnt just being rude or anything, she honestly didnt know of any girl....the girl we had just seen walk intoher house through the garage. "Thanks" we said and she shut the door. As the door shut we heard the wolves/dogs go into another vicious gorwling and biting frenzy. Throughout the whole night the same vicious anmial sounds continued.
It's nice that people here have (presumably) real stories to share. Makes things more interesting. Taxpaying acorn and sk8er, your stories in particular creep me out. You could sell them to Hollywood, they'd make really good horror movie scenarios.
Here's something else that happened to me. I was a young kid. Must've been around 7 or 9 years old. I don't have many precise memories from that time of my life but I sure as hell remember this. I was in my grandparents' house in the South of France one summer afternoon. My grandmother, sister and mother were gone shopping. My grandfather was sleeping upstairs in his room. I was pretty much alone with no one else around to keep me company but my black labrador Max (rest his soul) and our two cats. I was playing outside with a bunch of toys. I took all my legos out from my toy box and was going to go inside to the living room to play with them (so I could build something awesome and show my granddad afterwards). So I took all my legos and proceeded to walk towards the house when I saw my sister standing there, in the doorway that led to the living room. I looked at her. Strange... Wasn't she supposed to be out shopping? She just stood there, staring at me. I called out to her but she didn't react. I started to walk towards her but as I did I dropped my legos. Bending down to pick them up I saw her move into the living room out of the corner of my eye. When I got up she was gone. I ran into the living room but she wasn't there. I looked everywhere for her but all I found was my dog and a sleeping old man (my grandfather). A few hours later my grandmother, my mother and my sister got back from shopping. When I asked her about it she looked at me strangely and said she had been out shopping the whole day. Ny mother and grandmother confirmed this. Strange, or what? I'll never forget that experience.
[QUOTE="nick3333"]Here's something else that happened to me. I was a young kid. Must've been around 7 or 9 years old. I don't have many precise memories from that time of my life but I sure as hell remember this. I was in my grandparents' house in the South of France one summer afternoon. My grandmother, sister and mother were gone shopping. My grandfather was sleeping upstairs in his room. I was pretty much alone with no one else around to keep me company but my black labrador Max (rest his soul) and our two cats. I was playing outside with a bunch of toys. I took all my legos out from my toy box and was going to go inside to the living room to play with them (so I could build something awesome and show my granddad afterwards). So I took all my legos and proceeded to walk towards the house when I saw my sister standing there, in the doorway that led to the living room. I looked at her. Strange... Wasn't she supposed to be out shopping? She just stood there, staring at me. I called out to her but she didn't react. I started to walk towards her but as I did I dropped my legos. Bending down to pick them up I saw her move into the living room out of the corner of my eye. When I got up she was gone. I ran into the living room but she wasn't there. I looked everywhere for her but all I found was my dog and a sleeping old man (my grandfather). A few hours later my grandmother, my mother and my sister got back from shopping. When I asked her about it she looked at me strangely and said she had been out shopping the whole day. Ny mother and grandmother confirmed this. Strange, or what? I'll never forget that experience. I didn't find that as strange as I did cute :P You wanted to build a big ol' lego house to show your grandpa! That's too cute! :)
[QUOTE="Taxpaying_Acorn"] I didn't find that as strange as I did cute :P You wanted to build a big ol' lego house to show your grandpa! That's too cute! :) Hahah, yeah lol :P. Thinking back to that experience I'm creeped out, though, for the simple reason that this s*** isn't normal. It's like seeing a ghost but that person is not dead. And when I ponder that experience I get this feeling that I shouldn't think about it, that, if anything, such an experience can't presage anything good. And the more I think about it, the more I think I'm tempting fate or thinking things I shouldn't... But yeah, anyway, back to the creepiness.
This one makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 'A couple of years ago i got a job at the local movie theater as an usher. It was a cool job I guess, I was in high school and all of my co-workers were too, so I made some friends and had a good time. My second day on the job, one of the managers told me about "Mr. Bumps". It seems that this Mr. Bumps guy haunted the projection booth and 8 out of the 9 theaters. I, being the new guy, figured that they were just trying to scare me and blew it off. About 2 weeks later I landed a better paying job and quit. but.... Last year I returned to work at the theater as a projectionist. I had all but forgot the stories I had heard about Mr. Bumps, and happily accepted the job. The booth itself is actually kinda spooky, what with lights and shadows dancing every which way while the movies are running. My first night i noticed a crack in the wall in the stairwell leading up to the booth and it sort of made an outline of a man's face. Anyway I worked there without incident for about a month. I was told that "Bumps" as he was known, liked to "initiate" new people, but for whatever reason, he let me be. For at least a little while. On thursday nights, new reels are shipped to the theater and the projectionist has to stay there practically all night and build them up. I was sitting at the desk waiting for the last movie to end so I could clean the projector, when I heard the familiar "flap, flap, flap" of the tail of the movie spinning around. I jumped up and ran as fast as i could down to the projector to turn it off. There's a second stairwell leading up to the booth, and as I ran past it, I noticed someone standing at the base of the stairs. Everyone had left the theater except for me, so I backed up and took another look. Nothing was there. i sort of shrugged it off and checked my watch. It was like 3:30 am. I told my friend to come over around 4, and I'd give him a sneak preview of one of the movies I had previously built up. So, I strung it up and went down into the theater to wait for him. As I sat there, it felt like there was someone standing directly behind me. I figured that it was Sam, and he had come early. But I turned around and there was no one there. But the door that i had propped open was now closed. I figured that he was just trying to scare me, so I went looking for him. I got to the doors to the theater and met him coming in. He had brought two young ladies to my delight, and I proceeded to give them a tour of the theater, telling them about Mr. Bumps and the stuff that had happened earlier. They told me I was crazy in so many words, so I led them up to the booth. The whole way up I was saying to myself "please, Bumps, don't fail me now." we got up there and started talking about it, but I couldn't convince them. Finally i told one of the girls to run down the aisle between the projectors, hoping Mr. Bumps would be standing at the foot of the stairs again. She finally agreed and took off. She passed the stairs and turned around grinning. She began to walk back, saying that she didn't see anything and that i was full of it when she walked past the table. Two movie reel cases sat on the table. those things weigh like 50 lbs apeice. Just as she passed the table, the cases were dumped onto the floor. She ran back terrified, shaking and crying and everything else. I sorta just stood there, smiling. I looked down the aisle and said "thanks buddy." Mr. Bumps and i always got along pretty well. Crazy as it sounds, I used to greet him when i'd get to work each day. If I was in a bad mood, i'd ask him not to mess with me and usually he'd comply. But he definately made a believer out of me, not to mention Sam and those poor girls who came to visit me that night.
Ah, my mom has all the creepy ones. Like last night (Eastern time) she had a dream she was in a crowded place and someone was shooting everyone and she got shot. The dream went on, bu that wasn't creepy. What was creepy was the news today, in Califonia...A shootong spree in a mall, about 1 o'clock AM Eastern.
I have a creepy story too... One day I was playing with my calculator and I typed 0.7734 and I turned the calculator upside down. The calculator then said hello to me. Maybe if you do the same, it might say hello to you too.
last night at work everything was going fine until we were getting ready to leave. i work on the 12, 13, and 14 floor of a building. after we set the alarm on 13 we went to 12 to set the alarm and clock out. the elevator stopped at 12, the door didnt open. it then stopped at every floor but the door wouldnt open. it was making strange sounds and it was scaring us, considering the place is said to be haunted. we thought the elevator would break and we were gonna die. once we finally got off, we took the other elevator back up and clocked out. we heard this big loud bang, like a door got slammed shut real hard, but we were the only 3 there in the whole building. we got the heck out, we didnt wanna know what was going on.
[QUOTE="nick3333"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.KiIIyou
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically. elephants are real good swimmers, its mad, have you never seen one swim? You wouldnt think they could being that big but.........
[QUOTE="KiIIyou"][QUOTE="nick3333"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.eggsiboss
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically. elephants are real good swimmers, its mad, have you never seen one swim? You wouldnt think they could being that big but......... You wouldn't think an aircraft carrier could float either... being made out of hundreds of tons of steel and cement.
When I was about 10, I was staying at my best friends house for the night. It awas around dusk and we were outside tossing the frisbee. One of us botched a throw and the disc went flying over a wooden fence and into the neighbors backyard. We heard the frisbee land on the grass and then there were a few moments of silence. Suddenly, we heard what sounded like a pack of wolves (I say wolves because of the sheer viciousnes of their snarls and growls) just go crazxy and attack the frisbee. It sounded like at least 6 canines andthey sounded too powerful and vicious to be dogs. This freaked us out so we ran inside for a few minutes. We decided to head by the neighbors house and just ask them or the firsbee back after our fear subsided. We walk by the garage and theres a small girl just standing, staring vacantly around the garage. She was pale-ish, in a nightgown with black hair. We said "hey...can we have our frisbee back?" She just stared at us and walked inside the house. Again, we walked back to my friends house and told his mom the little girl wouldnt give us our frisbee. His mom said "Oh, thats odd....theres no little girl at that house." Weird. So, yet again, we head tot he neighbors house and knock on the door. A middle aged woman answered ans we told her "We lost our frisbee and heard the dogs, and then your daughter wouldnt give it back." She replied "I dont have dogs or a daughter." My friend replied "Oh, well the little girl staying here." And to this she said "Theres not even girl staying here, Im sorry." The woman wasnt just being rude or anything, she honestly didnt know of any girl....the girl we had just seen walk intoher house through the garage. "Thanks" we said and she shut the door. As the door shut we heard the wolves/dogs go into another vicious gorwling and biting frenzy. Throughout the whole night the same vicious anmial sounds continued.
[QUOTE="eggsiboss"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"][QUOTE="nick3333"][QUOTE="KiIIyou"]You just know elephumps are evil just by looking at their tiny eyes.Taxpaying_Acorn
The hell's an elephump? Oh, elephant. Yeah. I think they, the dolphins and the killer whales are plotting to take over the world.I just like to make words look better sometimes. ;D wonder if they can swim though, they all have to communicate with each other some how...maybe it's being done telepathically. elephants are real good swimmers, its mad, have you never seen one swim? You wouldnt think they could being that big but......... You wouldn't think an aircraft carrier could float either... being made out of hundreds of tons of steel and cement. yeah rofl
Hey this thread is totally wicked, some of these stories are really great, you guys should all feel real proud of yourselves, big up! :) cheers for the entertainment!
Hey this thread is totally wicked, some of these stories are really great, you guys should all feel real proud of yourselves, big up! :) cheers for the entertainment!
I never had no ghostly experiences I dont think
eggsiboss
Thanks! Here's one specially for you :P It was a nice sunny day in November and I had been out running some errands. I decided to stop at Starbucks on my way home to get some tea. There were a lot of people at Starbucks, no surprise. I got my tea, headed out the door, had to stop and organize myself as my keys migrated to the bottom of the purse and I still had to get my wallet in! So I plopped the stuff down on an open table and tried to get my act together. I felt like I was being watched, so turned around to give whatever to the perv that I assumed was watching me, and the smart aleck remark died in my mouth as I caught sight of him and made (inadvertent) eye contact. I should note here: I did not see anything unusual in his manner of dress. Jeans, black shirt, lightweight black jacket, (no hat, no overcoat) not unusual dress. His hair was almost black, but didn't look any darker than my boyfriend's hair (boyfriend is of Japanese descent). His skin tone was a bit olive and pale but not overly so. It was the eyes and the aura, coming off of him that scared me. The eyes, blacker than black, no white at all, wall to wall black, and I just felt a darkness around him, an evil. As I looked in his eyes, I somehow KNEW that was not a human soul occupying that body, and I felt that he knew that I knew that he was not human. Interesting side note: three open tables around the table "he" was sitting at, were empty, and stayed empty. People would just come out the door, look in that direction, and leave. No one would sit near "him". I got the feeling that "he" was amused by this. That he could keep humanity away and he was challenging me, "Are you going to run away too?" My reply was "I am leaving because I was planning on leaving." (All this was telepathic.) I then broke eye contact, deliberately, and proceeded to get my stuff organized and walked back to my car. Somehow, I felt that it was important that I show no fear as he was still watching me. So I held it to a walk, a fast walk, but a walk. I got in my car and left. It spooked me pretty badly, but I now know that we are not alone in this world. We share our world with others, non-human.
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