reply to post by ecapsretuo
oh come on seriously? your gonna tell us that story and not tell us the poem? talk about leaving us hanging,
did he never wright it down? you dont remember it at all? not even enough to paraphrase?
Originally posted by whoisogre
Wow, This is a very emotional and compelling story. I'm extremely glad your grandson is safe and with you. Before anyone reads my post any farther I would like to warn you that the only thing my post has to do with the thread is it's a creepy experience I had in the woods and was able to relate to somethings people said throughout this thread regarding stories of people "seeing someone noticing something off of the trail, then walking into the woods and weird things happening".
I live in north east Ohio and have been trying to incorporate nature into my life more often. A couple of weeks ago three of my friends and myself visited a local metropark It was the best day of my summer, we did outlandish exploring, and quickly it turned from 2pm to 5pm. As we noticed daylight was running out, we started heading back to our car. We had roughly an hour and a half of sunlight left and a little over a mile to walk out of the woods.
As our group started to head back I took my friend Jeff aside to take some pictures of myself infront of a beautiful giant rock formation. When we started to follow my other two friends again they were already a good three hundred yards ahead of us on the trail. As we were walking it was slowly getting darker and darker, and out of no where a extremely foul odor of burning hair hit me. My friends smoke, so I figured someone accidentally burnt some arm or facial hair or something silly, but as I caught up to my other two friends they were talking about the same random pungent smell. Roughly five hundred yards farther down the path there is a nearby pavilion with a couple picknick tables and camp fire set ups. Well there were a couple people there having a cookout. (I didn't pay alot of attention to them so I cannot remember alot of detail, But I do recall they were wearing black.) As we walked past them it was clear the smell of burning hair was coming from whatever they were cooking. I shrugged it off as nothing. We walked for another good half mile before the REALLY weird # happens.
Something I have always been to pride myself on is my amazing judge of character and I have incredibly accurate gut feelings about people and scenarios. It's hard to explain, like I pick up good and bad vibes very well......anyways, As we approached a bend in the trail I could make out three figures, all dressed similar, all within the same height and all female within the same age. Before we were even within distance of them to make out their faces, I was crawling out of my skin. It was like without even meeting them I could tell we were not the same. They were cut from a different fabric. The three of them stood on the trail and talked as we past. I could not make out a single word they said, and for whatever reason ( I was scared #less) I almost remember as if they were talking in a foreign language. The second we walked past them the world witch was all I could think about. As soon as I turned to my friends to say something about how weird the women were, I noticed a girl off of the trail to the left of us, about five to ten feet in the woods just standing there. She also wore black. Less than ten yards down the trail were a couple more people, also off of the trail standing in the woods just staring across the trail. None of these people acknowledged my group of friends, each-other, the three females or anything. Just stood there in silence. On the opposite side of the trail of these people I could see an opening separated from the trail by roughly 10 yards of trees. In the middle of this opening was a blanket with candles on it burning in the shape of a pentagram. I saw this and started freaking out. I grabbed a huge rock and started jogging down the trail. Every ten yards there were people standing and staring at the pentagram speechless and non interacting. The trail veers left and there is about 200 yards before exiting the woods, and as we pass the bend in the trail we pass someone walking the opposite way on the path....into the woods. He made no eye contact and walked right by. wearing black. I watched him walk by, ready to defend myself, and as soon as he passed the last person in our group he stopped dead in his tracks. Stood still for 10 seconds. Turned directly left, walked brutishly through some thicket off of the trail into the woods and stared at the pentagram.
I have no idea what I walked through that day. It was probably nothing more than a couple people and a huge misunderstanding. But the way they walked into the woods off of the trail like that......it seemed like they were possessed. And It reminded me of the other stories in this thread of people walking off trails and getting abducted.