posted on Dec, 12 2013 @ 02:10 PM
Walking along the trails of Red River Gorge in Kentucky gives one the impression that you are the first person to ever see it. It's a wonderful
experience. Full of first, second, and third generation forests, it's truly a wonderful experience to enjoy the divine silence save for the breezes
and the occasional sound of a stream.
It was along one of these beautiful trails that ran adjacent to the Red River that my wife and I found a small canopy of leaves that blocked some of
the gentle sprinkles of rain. Looking towards the river, I noticed what looked like a stone wall about two feet high. The ground nearby was small
clearing which indicated that is was a well used camping spot. It was then that I noticed someone standing there in a deep black cloak.
"Are we interrupting someone's ritual?" I asked my wife as I pointed out the person to her thinking of someone of a Wiccan faith. "What do you
mean?" she asked confusedly. "Never mind, let's just walk on" I said wondering why she couldn't see the person.
So, as we continued along the trail, I noticed that this person would also continue, yet I never saw the head of the person look to our direction. We
stopped again next to one of the boulders along our trail. We quickly discussed the idea that the person will reach the swinging bridge before we do,
which we knew would be a problem.
A childlike sense of fear overcame me as I realized that cloak was appearing to glide along the path next to the river. Then, as a gust of wind hit
me, I could no longer see the cloaked person, yet my wife jumped and stepped backward, her eyes wide with fear. "What's wrong?" I asked. "She's
right in front of us." she said shaking. I looked and saw a bowed branch of a tree that appeared to move as though someone was pushing it. Yet, it
was this very branch that my stated that "she" stood upon. At this point, "something" shot away through the forest from the area of the branch
and the vegetation moved as though a deer was running through it.
We quietly, and very quickly, walked to the bridge, now almost darkened by the falling sun. We made our way to our car parked at the trail head,
got in, and headed home. Oddly, we didn't talk very much about our "ghostly" experience, we just sat quietly thinking about what had just
"What did happen?" I wondered.