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In a nutshell, we were in Germany at the time. Actually, my home base was in Germany about 200 km away, so it was sort of a short hop.
There was a Pershing missile battery not far from Neu Ulm, and the Greens had killed a missile maggot to get his ID. They also had put up a bunch of posters in the area offering a lot of money to kill an officer or one of the guard detail to get some more IDs, so they could get on the base and cause a nuclear accident or launch an unarmed missile.
That was taken fairly seriously, we were in the chute for the next wacky thing, and we got the detail to do some close watch. That night, they were in the woods near the missile emplacement watching the guards, and we were in the woods watching them.
Anyway, to cut out all the boring detail, what was later determined to be ball lightning came wafting through the trees, did a circle, picked me out of the half dozen guys in that area (the other half dozen were a few hundred yards off) and homed in on me from across a clearing that we were scattered around the verge of in the trees.
It made several course corrections to avoid stuff in the way, but it was very obviously heading for me. I got told to run for it, instead I stood up and stepped into the clearing. It floated about two feet off the ground, circling until it was dead in front of me and about an arm's length away, then floated up to eye level and stopped dead. We looked at each other for about half a minute, then it contracted to a point and vanished.
I got reamed for not running, applauded for not running, questioned on whether it was Russian spy ball lightning, reamed for standing up in the open, praised for standing up and being ready to carry out said running away order, and basically it turned out that there wasn't any by the book response for being personally singled out by an electromagnetic phenomenon and the whole thing was dropped.
But we weren't THAT near the weapons, it was several hundred yards away, so I'm not sure it applies to your supposition.
edit: it probably didn't help matters any that when I saw the damn thing drop out of the trees into the clearing that I keyed the radio and said "It'll head right for me, you watch", meaning that it would be my luck that something spooky and bizarre would pick me for a target. Later that was a big deal, how did you know it was going to head for you, and it was sort of hard to explain away. Thus do little comments cause unforeseen reactions, I guess.
Originally posted by teamcommander
reply to post by Philippines
If there is one thing I have learned in life.
There is nothing in the dark which is not there in the light. Some 'things' like the dark a little better for various reasons but there is little need to fear any of the natural things in the wild.
I only have a distrust of the motives of men.
I am just not smart enough to have much fear of anything.
cool story. Unless you are truly in danger I think it is wise to face the fear of whatever you are experiencing...in this case it sounds paranormal..who the heck knows what exactly it is (humans and their boxes). I find it is actually more frightening to run when confronted with something paranormal because then you feel truly vulnerable, you've made a statement saying I am vulnerable and scared come scare me more!
Originally posted by Frogs
reply to post by Stormdancer777
Ahhh - the ability to blend I call that. I know exactly what you are talking about. That "being one with..." I've been able to do it a few times myself. It can come in amazingly handy on occasion.
Anyway, here is mine.
A few years back I hunted in a swampy area in GA. Not too far from the Okefenokee. If I stayed until last shooting light it meant the hike back to my truck was always in total darkness.
There was this one section of woods with towering pines and thick undergrowth. Even on a full moon the trail just looked like a little ribbon of "less black" against "total black" if you did not remember to bring your flashlight. I admit to often forgetting mine.
My first night going back I entered that stretch of woods and just off the trail to my left something started following me. I would step. It would step. I would stop. It would stop. I would speed up. It would speed up.
It scared the heebie-geebies out of me the first night it happened. I took the safety off my 30/06 and held the flashlight in my hand along with the forestock of the rifle. That way where ever the light shined my rifle was also pointed.
But I looked high and low, I never saw it or any eye-shine. I yelled and go no response. From the footsteps it sounded large and bipedal.
I never ran from it. I spend a decent bit of time in the woods and something told me that would be the worst thing I could do. When I got up far enough to see the moonlight reflecting on my truck it stopped following me.
This happened every evening I hunted that area. For almost a month. Eventually I talked to it, but it never answered. It never came out of the woods. It never did anything but trail me.
It wasn't another hunter. This was a 2000 acre lease and I was the only one on it. It wasn't a deer, hog, bear, bobcat, dog, or panther. I'm familiar with those and know their sounds.
Originally posted by bronto
While not in the forest ,out in the country, i was working on the railway and i was on the loco ,we were passing through a small town about 3am ,out the other side of town was few houses and ploughed paddocks ,we were going round some bends ,when i saw about a dozen lights the same size as a flashlight bulb whirling in circles about ten feet in diameter ,this would go on for a few seconds then suddenly go out ,at first i thought it must be some young people messing around ,but the lights would go out ,then instantly appear 100 yards or more away and continue doing this ,i knew it wasnt humanly possible to do that, and knew it was some weird going on .
A friend of mine told me about a place they camped out in the bush which had aboriginal hand paintings ,he took me there to show me the paintings,which looked fairly recent to me ,he said ,his brother and he camped there and were disturbed by a light approaching the tent which they thought was car ,only that its impossible to get a car in there, he said next the tent was showered with rocks after which he said they packed and left in a hurry .The next story he told me was of a farm ,that had constant weird things happening ,machinery breaking down ,lights .haunting etc ,he told me there was an aboriginal burial area where bodies had been wrapped in paperbark and put up into tree forks ,in desperation the owner collected all the burial wrapped bodies put them all into a pile and burnt them ,after this is,it all stopped ,of course if you did that today and someone found out you would be sued to the wall for grave desecration .
The last one is my brothers farm which i always had strange feelings about ,there are these small stunted trees that i had a feeling were Faerie ,[spirit]domain and not to go near them ,sometimes when i was near there shooting different guns i had,they would not fire ,one night me a my father camped in a movable bungalow ,there is a small patch of bush my brother fenced off to preserve it under landcare ,that night after we went to bed there was this Menacing loud hissing noise coming from this patch of bush like something didnt want us there ,i thought if i had a shotgun i would have put a shot into the trees to scare it , whatever it was ,anyway that was the first and last time we camped there and the bungalow was moved .