Hey, Please bare with me in this post as i am dredging up memories from my teen years and truthfully i've had a very troubled life. No sympathy is
required but i have not told many people this. It's one of the experiences i've had that greatly changed my opinion of the way the universe is, for
better or for worse i can not say at present. This is not a story nor a hoax only what i remember. Here goes...
Really, i don't know how old i as exactly because my memory at times can be very clear but at other times seems pretty shoddy. I do know that i
was living in a place called killingsworth in Massachusetts. It's the boonies. Wayyyyyy out there... The library is a ten by ten one floor building.
Houses are miles apart and often large. There is a lot of forest and farms between the houses too. Anyways, The house i lived in had a huge
backyard bleeding into a vast forest area. There are legends in that area of a phantom farm house that you can see twinkling in the trees in the
distance with lighted windows. No matter how close to it you got it was said to always remain far away. Now even then i thought that that was probably
an optical illusion caused by something normal but now... i'm pretty sure it is not. Or by the time i found what i found... WAS NOT.
I had very few friends in those days. Being kind of nerdy and a loner. I often times walked out into the back woods behind my house alone. There
were packs of wild dogs occasionally but for some reason i was never really afraid of that. One day i found a small tree that looked like it had been
knocked over. Maybe wind i thought of a storm? But on closer examination i found that that small tree was only the beginning of a vast row of trees of
ever increasing size that apparently had been knocked over like dominoes in a row. This row of trees had been knocked over so violently that they did
not break. The roots themselves were uprooted and great holes were in the soil underneath huge overhead roots that had dried up.
The last tree was absolutely huge. You could climb up in the upturned roots over fifteen feet off the ground which i often did after finding it.
Now, about a week after finding this wild spot i was up in the roots looking at the great depression they came from and in the distance i spotted a
furrow leading in the same direction as the uprooted trees had. I followed it. It was deep and muddy and lead to a large, what i thought was, a
There were some peculiarities to this area i remember even now. The area was VERY quiet. no birds, no bugs, and the air was still but had a kind of
tingle to it like standing close to an electrical device. And even though i didn't think of it at the time i heard a low base thrumming sound, coming
up from the ground. You could FEEL it in your feet and bones. O-o
Also, near the edge of the pond was as i remember a very old truck like a milk truck from the 1950s all rusted and corroded sitting in the middle
of some trees. How it even got in that clump of trees and where it came from i'll never know because i didn't have the guts to go look inside it.
Over the top of the "pond" someone had thrown big rocks in it and placed a board bridge over it so they could cross i assume. I of course went to
cross it. In the middle of the pond was a poorly positioned board. I fell in.
But... The pond was only four feet deep?! >> And even scarier when i fell in when my feet hit the bottom it wasn't ground or mud. I hit METAL. It
rang like a silver bell. And that thrumming i felt earlier fairly rocketed up into my body. It felt like my nerves were about to vibrate out of my
skin and i felt funny and lightheaded at the time for awhile afterwards. Also had strange dreams for weeks.
Going on here... I was curious. Wouldn't you be? So i dunked my head under the water and started fishing around. I was lucky it was still sunlit
out as i could see a little through the murk. CONTINUED IN NEXT POST.