Hello ATS, my name is Jonathan and I have a story to tell. It spans from before my birth until the day I die. I don't know quite yet how many parts it
will take for me to finish or even how long. My story will be spread throughout the forums as different pieces of my tale fit better in the various
sections. So, without further adieu....
My mother's side has always seem to attract strange things, from my great-grandmother who at the age of 7 predicted the murder of a close friend by
his own mother to my now deceased uncle who claimed to have seen Sasquatch. A rather odd family, claiming descent from European Royalty and even the
mythical King Arthur himself, though I have my doubts. Anyway... let's continue.
I won't bore you with every detail of every story my family has to share, only the ones that I feel are the most interesting. I will also more than
likely only post a few every day or so as the memories of those involved are hard for me.
My Great-Grandfather and the Tunnels.
On a trip home from Dodge City, Kansas. Making a bathroom stop my Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, her brother and his wife stopped at an old
derelict shack in the middle of nowhere. Upon relieving themselves, the boys decided to explore the shack while they waited for the girls. Nothing out
of the ordinary, old tools, magazines, barrels, etc. Then they heard a sound only described to me as "bones snappin' and crackin'". His curiosity
aroused my great-grandfather followed the sound to one of the barrels. Opening it he found it empty, so he decided to move it and what follows he
swore on God and his children was real. Finding a tunnel around 4ft round he kept hearing the sound, so arming himself with one of the old hatchets
and a lantern he began climbing in, with his brother-in-law holding his ankles. Making his deeper into the tunnel he noticed a growing amount of
side-tunnels, each big enough for a man to go through. Growing increasingly frightened he signaled from his brother-in-law to pull him out. Then he
heard a scream from the tunnels all around him, as he quoted "like a thousan lil screamin' demons" and as he tried to make his way back out even
faster he felt what he said were "hundreds of hands, grabbin' and pullin' at me.". Struggling and squirming he finally broke free and was pulled to
safety. Running back to the car he found the girls staring in shock at him. As he looked at himself he saw he was covered in what looked like hundreds
of child-sized hand prints marked in what looked like blood. They then got into the car and didn't look back.
This story has been vouched for by every present and they were very religious people, they never swore to God unless they were telling the truth.
I am welcome to any thoughts or theories about this incident and as I said, I will post more stories of this kind from my family in this thread..
Thank you for your time.
edit on 2/5/2013 by Glycon because: typo
edit on 2/5/2013 by Glycon because: (no reason