The second time we went camping we brought a camcorder, very large, bright flashlights, and a couple of weapons to help our state of mind. This was
around Blair Witch so tongue-in-cheek, but also as an expression of how we really felt about this trip (read: doomed!), we filmed it in the style of a
documentary. We "interviewed" each other before we set out, talked about our historical run-ins with the bizarre in the area, and explained the
agenda of our trip. Then we marched to the forest, filming all the while.
We entered the forest, followed our path, diverted at the creek, got to the "gate" and went to the area where we had formerly set up camp. This area
was in a depression, essentially the bottom of a very gentle pit, the creek swirled around this area in a wide arc composed of smaller squiggles, and
in the middle of one squiggle, slightly elevated, at the center of the whole pit, we had set up camp. To the north was a "cliff" about ten feet high
from the water level of the creek, made of dirt at an angle of about 80 degrees, this was ringed with trees. It continued around the west a bit
before leveling out. To the east, the area we entered from, was the most flat of the areas, with slender trees with few low branches, so at night it
appeared like dense ink with vertical, pale, tree trunks breaking up the nothingness. These two areas would reveal to be important throughout our
We got to the area, and began our "second interview" where we discussed our failed previous camping attempt. As I was loquaciously describing our
camping, my friend observed a deep, long, sigh-like exhale and quietly interrupted me, saying, "wait....." long and drawn out like "waaaaiiiit....."
but at the time I was involved in my own bluster and ignored him. Slightly later we both heard shuffling in the east slender trees direction and
swung the camera over and shut up. Nothing. We went back to talking. I was explaining "we had to run because we heard..." more noise at the slender
trees, swing the camera back, nothing.... "we had to leave because we heard tons of creepy noise," like what was happening right now, "over the crest
of the cliff." We panned the camera over, scanning the top of the cliff. Quickly back to the east slender trees, because there was more shuffling,
twigs snapping, sounding closer, right on the path we need to take home. The whole filming consisted of talking about our experiences, while being
interrupted by new ones.
After a while, our nerves were shot, we got some footage, we told our story, we felt it was time to get the f--- out. We bug out, filming all the
way, discussing the events of that night and previous ones, then do our third and final "wrap interview" discussing the events of the night, what we
heard, what we saw, and I iterated to my friend about how I felt the distinct feeling that this should and would be my last time going there, let
alone at night. I told my friend it felt like it was moving from 'quite scary feeling' such as handling a tarantula, to 'absolute mortal danger
feeling' as if I was standing before a roaring grizzly bear. That was gonna be it for me. I said all that before we even roll back the tape and
First peculiarity, as we entered the forest purple artifacts contaminated the film. It was like faint purple lightning strikes all over the periphery
of the screen. It got so intense in the actual evil place as to make the screen seem covered in thick bright purple tendrils at times. This faded
out as we left. It wasn't visible on the view screen at the time of filming. This was not at all present during the first and final wrap interview,
which were filmed at the end of my driveway, only in the forest, particularly around "the evil place."
Second peculiarity, we heard the sighing exhale clear as day. Absolutely, clear as day, a third party beside my friend or myself exhaled deeply
the microphone. I was talking at the time and my friend said "wait" after it occurred. Someone else was responsible for it.
He heard it at the time as well, and was vindicated in the film, so it most definitely happened.
Third, when we panned over the cliff discussing the noises we heard, a light was visible appearing near a tree on the crest of the hill. It was a
solitary light about five feet up the tree, surrounded by darkness, and was little more than a pinpoint, and again, this was something that was not
present at the time of filming. It appeared to be a reflection of light as off an eye, but it wasn't clear enough to tell, and there was no
silhouette to be seen. Just a light appearing near the tree, and staying stationary, the same distance from the tree, as we panned around it,
remaining there until it finally went off frame.
This was all the paranormal I needed, and I called it case closed, Evil Place : Confirmed, at least in my mind and I've never returned. I felt with
all conviction returning again would be the death of me. In fact, I felt whatever entity I disturbed followed me home, and while I never heard or saw
my home, I always felt menaced by the forest around me, and both myself and my mother heard what sounded like a grown man running
across the roof of our house in the middle of the night at different times, very far apart. In fact my mother didn't experience it until I had moved
away to university, then one time when I visited home she said, do you remember that time you told me about the sound on the roof? I heard it,
I've seen all sorts of strange things during the time I lived there. Plenty of stories to tell.
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