Anytime I have an experience in life that feels genuinely out of the ordinary I like to share it here in the gray area. Well I had an experience
today, could be something, could be nothing..but even nothing is something right?
I'm working at an old Baptist church in the middle of miles and miles of Mississippi country side, the cell phone is a no go until about half a
mile in either direction on a 2 lane paved county road. It's a very quiet location where you would be lucky to see 10 cars pass by during the work
The first strange thing I noticed was when my co-worker and I were outside the church taking our lunch break. There is a small but well kept
cemetery right beside the church, a lot of members of the church are traditionally buried there after this life. There's a stray dog we've been
feeding that looks like she just had puppies and is in need of some calories and protein in a bad way, very friendly female dog.
About a week ago this dog who is normally very mild mannered jumps up with her hair standing up on all along her back and ears at attention. She
lets out this deep serious growl and slowly tip toes towards the grave yard like something was there. We could actually watch her eyes following
movement but we could not see a thing at all. Next, she just froze up and observed, but her hair was still on its end and her ears still raised. She
observed something for a good 4 minutes before she let her guard down and trotted down there to sniff around at the edge of the graveyard. My
co-worker both discussed that she either saw a spirit, caught a scent, or saw a wild animal we couldn't see somehow.
Now, fast forward to today about a week later. I was working by myself this time, and the same dog was outside waiting for me to take my lunch. I
hear her start howling out of the blue, kind of like when an ambulance's siren is sounding in the distance and triggers a dogs howl. I quickly got
off my ladder and went to the door to look and see what was going on. Next, I opened the door and saw she was on top of an old pump house, and
howling up in the air, but I heard no siren that I could connect her howl to.
I closed the door and turned to go back to work. This is when I heard something hitting the glass window of the door, it was a small mocking bird.
This bird was acting like it wanted to come inside, seriously. Well, I opened the door and the bird flew right above the awning to a power pole. It
sat there and made what sounded like to me 'fussing' chatter. Well I walked toward power pole and it went around the back of the church. It would
always stop and fuss until I got near it, then it would advance farther towards the graveyard.
Once it finally landed on the fence at the graveyard it stopped fussing and flew away as I got to its location, but still observing me. So, at this
point I'm thinking to myself maybe, just maybe the bird is trying to show me something, or maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I was curious for
sure. I looked around the graveyard and read all the names on the tombstones, some common, some unique, one was my last name; which is also common,
but nothing really stood out to me. I thought to myself, hmm, and headed back inside to work. The bird was still observing me and even making eye
I had been working for about 30 minutes when I had to stop and make a phone call from their land based phone. I had made a previous call from the
same location just before the dog started its howling, no one came inside or even in the church parking lot from that call to this one I was about to
make. When I steeped in to the room to make my call, there they were; a pair of short green handled scissors, the kind you would use to cut up paper
Immediately I knew something was off, after all no one had been in the church at all or even entered the parking lot. They simply were not there
the last time I was in that room, and I didn't put them there. I know in my heart either a ninja spy scissor master had managed to get in that little
room and escape my vantage point that was aimed directly at the room, the ninja spy scissor master was waiting in the woods and conspiring with the
bird to slip in undetected just at the right moment when I was in the church parking lot looking at the cemetery, or something put them there for a
After being stopped in my tracks knowing that the scissors should not be there, I picked them up to investigate. Well, nothing was out of the
ordinary with them. They were normal scissors that even had someone's last name in magic marker spelled out on the green handle, the name was
Goodman. Call me paranoid, but when I'm by myself and even sometimes with a co-worker at this church I feel something else is there with me, but I
just wrote it off as me reading too much into it. Well, I went and finished the rest of my work day.
After I had everything put up and ready to head home, I decided to take one more look at the cemetery. I got chill bumps as I looked in the very
corner of the cemetery where the dog had been growling and seemed so spooked a week earlier to find a tombstone with the last name of Goodman on
Like all things that have been unknown in life from my viewpoint...Maybe it's coincidence, maybe it's not...thanks for reading and would appreciate
any insight or similar experiences anyone has had.
edit on 6-10-2011 by Gumerk because: clarification