reply to post by smyleegrl
Sorry for the late response,
I have been to Black Star canyon four times in the late nineteen nineties with groups of friends as mentioned. The first time to the canyon I
experienced quite a few scares, however I ruled them out as natural occurrences. Because of where the canyon lay and it's unique topography, it is
not uncommon for a strong gust of wind to kick up randomly on a completely still night. I had also a predetermined in my mind of what it would be like
and what "could" transpire, so I can genuinely say that my expectations were more self-fulfilled.
It was the fourth (and final) time I was at the canyon that my experience occurred. The previous three times we had gone to the canyon were all on
moonlit nights, twice on a full moon (or close). This fourth night in September there was no moon at all. September and the few following months in
Orange county are notorious for the wind event known as "Santa Ana Winds". These are predominantly strong, warm, and dry north eastern winds. To be
in a canyon pass is probably not the wisest or safest place to be.
We reached the locked gate that prevents unauthorized vehicles from continuing any further, this is where everybody parks. As usual, there were the
teens "tailgating" and drinking beers, most are friendly and simply offer wise cracks like "If you don't come out can I keep your car?" Things of
that nature. Dismissing them with a chuckle, we proceeded after checking our Mag-Lites and cell phones.
The wind that night was intermittent and breezy, just enough to rattle the trees and kick up dust. At about five minutes into our trek it was becoming
extremely dark which we were not used to, so we turned our flashlights on to the trail ahead. At that exact moment, no more than ten yards ahead two
black "figures" dashed to opposite sides of the trail into the brush at an impossible speed. We confirmed to each other that we had all seen this ,
yet reassured ourselves that it was more than likely deer. So we continue.
Further on the wind became more steady and regular. As we progressed through the darkness, we stopped and inquired of one another if anyone was
hearing what sounded like voices "whispering" on either side of the trail, following us since our encounter with the "figures". We all replied
"yes". It could have been the wind playing tricks we discussed, but these were undoubtedly becoming more audible as recognizable voices the further
we went. It was then that my hair began to stand on end. We huddled close and agreed to go forth, as this was the reason we came in the first place,
to seek out the experiences so many have reported.
The further we went, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable. An overwhelming sense that we were unwelcome came over me, and a knot in my stomach
was protesting with my brain not to proceed. Upon arriving at the famed "overturned school bus" was when we all saw them. Down a twenty foot
embankment lies the remains of a school bus. Unconfirmed, but legend has it that in the seventies, a bus full of school children on a field trip went
off the trail road killing all the occupants.
The wind had come to a complete stand still. I could hear my own heartbeat from the exertion of the hike and my own anxiety. We shone our lights down
upon the bus when we realized we were looking at what appeared to be more than several "child-sized" hand prints on the windows. They looked
"fresh". My friend removed his camera from his satchel and was about to attempt a photograph, when six rapid and incredibly loud pounding noises
came from the bus itself. Needless to say we didn't stick around, as we hightailed it out of there with our tails between our legs.
Literally running at full speed back down the trail, but not more than a few hundred feet from the bus, is when a huge gust of wind hit us from behind
knocking us all over to the ground. It was as if the wind itself was our "escort" out, confirming that we had come to a place we were not invited
to. As the wind at our backs became a deafening roar, those "voices" had returned. Within the wind theses voices sounded like a long, drawn out and
Running hard and clutching our flashlights, the beams were shone in different directions, pulsating with the motion of our fleeing bodies. As a beam
from a friend's flashlight briefly highlighted a thicket of brush as we were running by, I saw four tall dark "figures" to the left. For the split
second I saw them, I was able to discern that the figures had a translucent quality. I ran even faster.
I don't need to tell you that we finally made it to our cars and home alive, obviously.
I am running out of" "characters".
I will simply state that this DID happen, many report similar if not more frightening incidents. Whether it be the canyon residents, or true
phenomena, something IS going on !!