In 2004, I was living and working in Bermuda. During this period I was living at the Bermuda Biological Station for Research. The Bio-Station backed up along a narrow inlet with a private spacious grassy field. At the top of the grassy field by the research buildings was a small open air pub for the researchers. In the evenings the pub would get quite busy as everyone wanted to relax under the stars, grab a few drinks and mingle with others.
In 2004, I was getting my daily evening rum buzz on at the Bio-Station Pub. It was a very packed evening, maybe 25-30 scientists and students. The time was mid-nightish and it was very dark in that area with the sky full of stars. I got my glass of straight black and ice; and I felt the need to lay back and relax on a hammock. The hammock was out in the soft grassy area away from the pub.
As I gazed up at the stars, it was amazingly clear with just a few small passing high atmospheric clouds. I love looking for satellites when it is dark and clear as it was there. I caught a few satellites which in a dumb way excited me. After about ten minutes of scanning the sky, I noticed three yellowish/ white lights to the far south moving in a triangular pattern towards my location. To say the least, I really perked up and left the dreamy mode I was in. I stood up and kept a close eye on these lights moving towards the area. Curiosity was really getting to me as my mind was racing with concepts of what it was (satellites, aircraft, UFO, balloons, space monsters).
Next thing I did was probably the smartest thing I could do. I went back towards the pub and loudly said, "Anyone wanna see a UFO?" About a dozen people followed me laughing and partying on. Sure enough the objects were proceeding in the same direction moving slowly and getting closer. Everyone saw it and began to make rational opinions. As it got almost over head the rest of the pub had flooded out to check it out. We started noticing things: it was one object and as black as the night's sky, there was one faint yellowish light on each of its triangular edges, it made absolutely no noise at all, there was no exhaust trail, it did not all spin or turn, it appeared to glide, there was no way at all to distinguish any structures (just a black-like shadow) with only faint lights to allow the shape to be defined.
As it passed directly overhead everyone was quiet and stunned. It was heading directly towards a very high cloud. At the point it was reaching the cloud we realized that it was very high up in the atmosphere (meaning this thing was huge). As it glided above the cloud it went out of sight. As the seconds passed it never came out of the other side of the cloud. Everyone began to say, wow, its gone. After a minute or so we knew it was gone.
The rest of the evening we sat around debating if it was a secret government aircraft or a UFO. The greatest majority agreed that it was a UFO. Due to its massive size, no noise, no exhaust, completely blacked out like a shadow, and great height in which it was flying it could never be a man made craft. Its size alone had to be 300 yards or so long/ across or maybe even more. Also the fact that roughly 30 people witnessed this was an awesome piece of evidence that what we saw, we really saw. The Bermuda Triangle is truly the Bermuda Triangle.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
A Ghost Cowboy Photographed (1997)
It was a very nice mild summer day. I worked at that time about 1 mile south of this encounter. As I was driving north bound on Harford Road around noon, I noticed a horse walking along the roadside with a man leading it. (Horses are never seen or walked along this road or area at all. It is densely populated single family home city/ suburbs. Harford Road is a well traveled busy road with plenty of stores, businesses, convenience stores and gas stations; definitely not a place for horses to be led.) As I got closer I slowed down to get a good look at them. Instantly, I noticed the man was dressed in old western like gear from maybe the 1880's. His horse was adorned in old style sleeping mats, water pouches made of leather, worn leather bags, a very old style harness, and a rifle holstered in a tradition side pouch for quick draw on the right side of the horse. The man had a rough worn leather cowboy yet field like hat. He had a fitted brown leather vest on with a rather clean white shirt. He was wearing boots with leather gators over his chins. The oddest thing was he was wearing a 6-shooter long pistol on his right hip with a belt lined with bullets. The last thing I remembered was he had a knife attached to his belt in his back side.
Never once did the man or even the horse peer over at me driving by at 5 mph, nor did they look at any of the cars driving past. So I got real curious if this was a re-en-actor or a ghost from the past. I drove about 1/2 mile up the road and turned left into an abandoned gas stations lot so he would have to pass right by me. As he approached I had my window down and stared right at him, he never made eye contact. Next, I said out loud to him, something to the effect of, "that is a cool costume". No answer or even acknowledgment of my presence. Instantly it hit me that I had my camera with me, so I snapped two shots of him walking past. I sat there watching him walk northward until he was about 100 yards up the road.
Next to my location was a very busy 7-11 store. Extra crowded because it was lunch time. So I went in and mentioned to a few customers if they saw that guy walking a horse in a costume? Everyone said, "No." One guy I remember said that he was sitting out front of the store smoking a cigarette and saw nothing. I quickly left and got in my truck and headed northward to see if I could see him again walking. He was nowhere to be found. I drove up three small side streets to look, but again nothing. My last attempt at confirming what I saw was to stop in a large gun store directly where he was walking towards. I knew all the people that worked here. I asked them if he came in or if they noticed anything, they responded with "nope".
I got the film developed a few days afterward. I was shocked and happy as hell to see that one of the two photos turned out fine and clear. The other picture ended up being very blurred and quite blacked out. I attached the picture for all to view and enjoy as many of family and friends have over the years.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
One Wild Ride, Twice (2010)
I can't remember the exact month of this story, but I remember it was a really nice dark evening, clear weather, and not cold. My witness (friend) which was with me during this bizarre occurrence was freaked out as much as I was. I had challenged this very legend with a group of high school friends (2 cars) 20 some years ago and we all had the "ride" of our lives. Why did I return to challenge it again?
My friend Theresa and I were doing some random daytime adventure one Saturday telling stories and enjoying each others company. We got onto the ghost and spirit topics. One of my stories I told her was of a haunted road in Baltimore County along the Gunpowder River. Notchcliff Road has been long known for a legend of a spectral truck that randomly races up and down the very winding, narrow road at night with blinding yellowish, round headlights. It is infamous for causing minor and serious accidents and even deaths.
My first challenge of this legend was in 1990. A bunch of my high school friends of mine packed into my car and my buddies car. My buddy led the way on the road well after midnight. As true as true is, we had encountered this phantom truck. It came speeding up the winding road towards us. I slowed down to an almost stop. My friend continued driving towards the racing truck almost like playing chicken with it. As my friend made a sharp turn as the road goes behind a huge mound, things got dark and quiet. I proceeded to speed up around the blind turn. My friend had drove off into a 10 ft. ditch and the truck was non-existent (gone). We put our hazards on and ran down to help out. Everyone was ok, and they all said the headlights of the truck became blinding and he steered off the road and instantly the lights were gone. $30 dollars and a tow truck later his car was pulled from the ditch with luckily minor damage. We all agreed that we would never return to challenge that again.
Here we are in 2010 and I am telling the story again and ready to return. (Yes, I have been through this road tons of times over the years during the day; but nighttime is different.) So we decided to take a drive up the road at night. We turned off the radio and opened the windows and drove slow. As soon as we hit that second sharp turn on a hill my truck stalled. Theresa looked at me and told me to stop messing around and I told her it was not me at all. I put the emergency brake and tried to restart my truck; wouldn't even turn over. I tried a second time and no start but my headlights turned off and hazards wouldn't work. We started to really panic. A third time it would not start. So I waited about 30 seconds and bravo my truck started. The headlights instantly lit up and my hazards starting flashing. I quickly put it in gear an took off.
Within 15 seconds after restarting and moving forward, I saw faint yellowish headlights come flying around the sharp turn at full speed behind me. Theresa looked back and was shocked as much as I was. I sped up and within seconds he was right on my bumper. The lights were so close and bright that I could make nothing out about the vehicle. I could see no one driving or the hood or the sides. It seemed as I sped up he sped up just as much. After 1 mile of winding downhill turns we came to the end of the road where it opens up and get wide and straightaway along the Big Gunpowder River. As soon as I made the final sharp left turn onto the straightaway I pulled over on the shoulder.
The truck went speeding past us heading down the road as we intently observed it. It was a red, well used, 1940ish pickup truck, with round yellowish headlights. There were no tail lights lit and no license plate. The creepy thing was we both looked into the cabin of the truck and we noticed no people inside (maybe the driver was pressed all the way in the seat to not be seen, who knows). This tale is exactly what many, many people have experienced on that small ~2 mile strip of road late at night. I experienced it twice!
Since this encounter I have driven many times on that road during the day. I noticed that there are two RIP signs along the road by the sharp turns of people whom have died there recently. When I was in high school rumor was that a few kids from our school had died there in the 1970's and early 80's. Beware if venturing late at night on that old road looking for the phantom, not joking either!
My friend Theresa and I were doing some random daytime adventure one Saturday telling stories and enjoying each others company. We got onto the ghost and spirit topics. One of my stories I told her was of a haunted road in Baltimore County along the Gunpowder River. Notchcliff Road has been long known for a legend of a spectral truck that randomly races up and down the very winding, narrow road at night with blinding yellowish, round headlights. It is infamous for causing minor and serious accidents and even deaths.
My first challenge of this legend was in 1990. A bunch of my high school friends of mine packed into my car and my buddies car. My buddy led the way on the road well after midnight. As true as true is, we had encountered this phantom truck. It came speeding up the winding road towards us. I slowed down to an almost stop. My friend continued driving towards the racing truck almost like playing chicken with it. As my friend made a sharp turn as the road goes behind a huge mound, things got dark and quiet. I proceeded to speed up around the blind turn. My friend had drove off into a 10 ft. ditch and the truck was non-existent (gone). We put our hazards on and ran down to help out. Everyone was ok, and they all said the headlights of the truck became blinding and he steered off the road and instantly the lights were gone. $30 dollars and a tow truck later his car was pulled from the ditch with luckily minor damage. We all agreed that we would never return to challenge that again.
Here we are in 2010 and I am telling the story again and ready to return. (Yes, I have been through this road tons of times over the years during the day; but nighttime is different.) So we decided to take a drive up the road at night. We turned off the radio and opened the windows and drove slow. As soon as we hit that second sharp turn on a hill my truck stalled. Theresa looked at me and told me to stop messing around and I told her it was not me at all. I put the emergency brake and tried to restart my truck; wouldn't even turn over. I tried a second time and no start but my headlights turned off and hazards wouldn't work. We started to really panic. A third time it would not start. So I waited about 30 seconds and bravo my truck started. The headlights instantly lit up and my hazards starting flashing. I quickly put it in gear an took off.
Within 15 seconds after restarting and moving forward, I saw faint yellowish headlights come flying around the sharp turn at full speed behind me. Theresa looked back and was shocked as much as I was. I sped up and within seconds he was right on my bumper. The lights were so close and bright that I could make nothing out about the vehicle. I could see no one driving or the hood or the sides. It seemed as I sped up he sped up just as much. After 1 mile of winding downhill turns we came to the end of the road where it opens up and get wide and straightaway along the Big Gunpowder River. As soon as I made the final sharp left turn onto the straightaway I pulled over on the shoulder.
The truck went speeding past us heading down the road as we intently observed it. It was a red, well used, 1940ish pickup truck, with round yellowish headlights. There were no tail lights lit and no license plate. The creepy thing was we both looked into the cabin of the truck and we noticed no people inside (maybe the driver was pressed all the way in the seat to not be seen, who knows). This tale is exactly what many, many people have experienced on that small ~2 mile strip of road late at night. I experienced it twice!
Since this encounter I have driven many times on that road during the day. I noticed that there are two RIP signs along the road by the sharp turns of people whom have died there recently. When I was in high school rumor was that a few kids from our school had died there in the 1970's and early 80's. Beware if venturing late at night on that old road looking for the phantom, not joking either!
Seeing a Soul of the Past (2010)
This was an experience which occurred in a forest that I have been visiting for over 10 years.It seemed as if I were transported 400 years back in time to that very same location. This was not at all like a ghostly apparition; it was like a real life re-enactment of the past.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon. Most of the leaves on the trees had changed colors and many had already fallen off onto the forest floor. As I walked through the woods randomly between the trees each step had the typical seasonal crunch. It was perfect flannel shirt and jeans weather, a chill in the air and a warmth when in the suns direct light. And I was in my favorite wooded haunt to just relax and breath.
After a while walking amongst the big old trees, I sat down and began to give thanks and speak to my gods and the forest spirits. When my words and respect was given I stood up and decided to walk down to the small slowly moving river. Almost as soon as I stood up I noticed the silence and density in the forest had changed. I am familiar with this anomaly (when the forest goes quiet and dense, spirits or gods are present). I knew I was no longer alone.
As I approached the river, I had a pull to walk upstream along the bank. Not even a minute after, I started walking as silently as possible, I saw movement ahead around a turn in the river. I proceeded slowly and tip toeing to make not a sound. (I was very familiar with this river and this location had a rare small sandy beach leading into a 4 ft. deep watering hole beneath a large natural rock shelter. Very peaceful and quiet.) As I started to make the narrow turn, there was a large old tree which had fallen across the river. Its branches were thick with vines and leafy brush. The tree completely blocked out the left side of the bank from sight as it merges with the woods.
Suddenly a figure stood up from the center of the river from the water hole half behind the trunk of the tree. It was a deep tanned, lean, younger man with long black straight hair. He was wearing no shirt; and at that moment I thought maybe I walked up on some guy nude bathing in the river. (I got a little nervous and wasn't sure whether to made loud stomps so he would see me and move on or should I just turn back and walk away. I thought that if I walked away and he saw me walking off he would think I was a pervert or something and had been watching him. So I decided to make loud footsteps and step on the crunchy leaves as if I had noticed him yet). After all the noise I made, he did not even look over, but he crouched back down into the water, seeming to be cleaning himself or something. So I picked up a big rock and turned my back and threw it into the river. Then I turned back towards him, but he was still not seeing me. I knew something was odd now! So I watched him and his actions without proceeding forward.
He rose up out of the river a few times before finally walking towards the blocked out part of the beach by the forest edge. I moved outwards and forward so I could get a better view. I saw him much clearer as he got into the shallow water and near the beach. He had a small deer skin wrapped around his waist and privates. From head to toe he tanned exactly the same, no tan marks. His face was very Native American, and at that point I knew he was an American Indian. He still never looked over once as I was fully in the open and about 60-70 ft. away. As he proceeded to the beach I mildly yelled out, "Hey how ya doing man?" He continued to ignore me as if I were not even there.
He started to become fully blocked out by the tree branches, vines, weeds and bushes. He was quickly getting out of view. So now I thought, this guy is a spirit and I am witnessing the ways this river and shelter were used hundreds of years ago. I began to move towards his location as he walked out of view onto the beach. There was lots of brush on the bank so I had to cut into the dense brush to get around the trees and bushes. Within 30 seconds I popped out of the brush onto the trail in the forest about 30ft. from the beach. I looked to the beach and saw nothing; then to the open trails and forest around me, nothing. I moved non-stop to reposition to see where he was but nothing at all. I called out; and got no response. I was silent for 30 seconds and listened, but heard nothing. It was still dead quiet.
At this point I wanted to look for evidence. At the beach there were no footprints at all in the sand. The water hole was as clear to the bottom as possible; no evidence at all of disturbed water. Also the beach was dry along with the rocks. There was zero evidence of any disturbance; especially from someone wet and walking in the water and on the beach.
I sat down next to a very old sycamore tree on the beaches edge and said some more words of respect and understanding. About 5 minutes later the density and sounds in the forest slowly returned. I arose and it seemed as though I had returned to my world and time. It was an amazing brief experience.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon. Most of the leaves on the trees had changed colors and many had already fallen off onto the forest floor. As I walked through the woods randomly between the trees each step had the typical seasonal crunch. It was perfect flannel shirt and jeans weather, a chill in the air and a warmth when in the suns direct light. And I was in my favorite wooded haunt to just relax and breath.
After a while walking amongst the big old trees, I sat down and began to give thanks and speak to my gods and the forest spirits. When my words and respect was given I stood up and decided to walk down to the small slowly moving river. Almost as soon as I stood up I noticed the silence and density in the forest had changed. I am familiar with this anomaly (when the forest goes quiet and dense, spirits or gods are present). I knew I was no longer alone.
As I approached the river, I had a pull to walk upstream along the bank. Not even a minute after, I started walking as silently as possible, I saw movement ahead around a turn in the river. I proceeded slowly and tip toeing to make not a sound. (I was very familiar with this river and this location had a rare small sandy beach leading into a 4 ft. deep watering hole beneath a large natural rock shelter. Very peaceful and quiet.) As I started to make the narrow turn, there was a large old tree which had fallen across the river. Its branches were thick with vines and leafy brush. The tree completely blocked out the left side of the bank from sight as it merges with the woods.
Suddenly a figure stood up from the center of the river from the water hole half behind the trunk of the tree. It was a deep tanned, lean, younger man with long black straight hair. He was wearing no shirt; and at that moment I thought maybe I walked up on some guy nude bathing in the river. (I got a little nervous and wasn't sure whether to made loud stomps so he would see me and move on or should I just turn back and walk away. I thought that if I walked away and he saw me walking off he would think I was a pervert or something and had been watching him. So I decided to make loud footsteps and step on the crunchy leaves as if I had noticed him yet). After all the noise I made, he did not even look over, but he crouched back down into the water, seeming to be cleaning himself or something. So I picked up a big rock and turned my back and threw it into the river. Then I turned back towards him, but he was still not seeing me. I knew something was odd now! So I watched him and his actions without proceeding forward.
He rose up out of the river a few times before finally walking towards the blocked out part of the beach by the forest edge. I moved outwards and forward so I could get a better view. I saw him much clearer as he got into the shallow water and near the beach. He had a small deer skin wrapped around his waist and privates. From head to toe he tanned exactly the same, no tan marks. His face was very Native American, and at that point I knew he was an American Indian. He still never looked over once as I was fully in the open and about 60-70 ft. away. As he proceeded to the beach I mildly yelled out, "Hey how ya doing man?" He continued to ignore me as if I were not even there.
He started to become fully blocked out by the tree branches, vines, weeds and bushes. He was quickly getting out of view. So now I thought, this guy is a spirit and I am witnessing the ways this river and shelter were used hundreds of years ago. I began to move towards his location as he walked out of view onto the beach. There was lots of brush on the bank so I had to cut into the dense brush to get around the trees and bushes. Within 30 seconds I popped out of the brush onto the trail in the forest about 30ft. from the beach. I looked to the beach and saw nothing; then to the open trails and forest around me, nothing. I moved non-stop to reposition to see where he was but nothing at all. I called out; and got no response. I was silent for 30 seconds and listened, but heard nothing. It was still dead quiet.
At this point I wanted to look for evidence. At the beach there were no footprints at all in the sand. The water hole was as clear to the bottom as possible; no evidence at all of disturbed water. Also the beach was dry along with the rocks. There was zero evidence of any disturbance; especially from someone wet and walking in the water and on the beach.
I sat down next to a very old sycamore tree on the beaches edge and said some more words of respect and understanding. About 5 minutes later the density and sounds in the forest slowly returned. I arose and it seemed as though I had returned to my world and time. It was an amazing brief experience.
Bus of the Dead (2012)
This dream (omen) I just had the other evening.
The dream started with me standing on a major road in the city near where I grew up. I was confronted by as odd as it seems, Bobcat Goldthwait, (yes, that goofy socially odd comedian from the 1980's) he had a small dog and a weird instrument. He started performing a really stupid comedy act on the roadside for me. Bobcat asked me, "Is this funny?" I said, "No." He asked what I was waiting for. I responded, "The bus". Seconds later, standing next to me was an old friend of my fathers, Rick. Rick softly said, "Boy, Bobcat really sucks at this." I commented, "He is trying at least and he is a nice guy." Rick responded with, "Being nice and trying doesn't always help."
I ran across the street as the bus was due to be there shortly. While standing at the bus stop I was joined by a pressman, Gil, that used to work for my father's small printing company in the 1980's-90's. Gil asked how I was doing and we exchanged greetings. An old man approached us (I cannot remember his description) and he asked if we knew where to buy a xylophone (weird I know). I told him to ask Bobcat across the street and laughed.
The bus pulled up. It was an old style mass transit bus like the ones from the 1950's. I jumped on and the bus was full so I sat in the last remaining seat at the front of the bus. The seat was one of those that face sideways, so you are looking across the bus. Next to me was Gil and across from me was Rick and the popular owner of a local bar, Frank. Everyone on the bus was quiet yet restless.
As I peered around the bus at everyone on board I started to realize some things that previously I did not. The physical world today as we read this and live, and the world of the dead. I was riding a bus in the world of the dead. (Rick was a friend of my fathers, a sales broker, that became very wealthy through some good fortune and hard work. He died of cancer at the age of 60 two years ago.) (Gil was an employee of my fathers ~15 years ago. He lived a tough life of bad luck and got drunk every night to make up for it. He died last year at the age of 66.) (Frank owned a traditional neighborhood bar near my father's business. He was well known for being a huge beast of a man and mean temper to go with it. He died of cancer last year around the age of 65.) (Another person on the bus was someone I never knew, but remember well. Everyone labeled him as the neighborhood crazy guy. I heard he was found dead two or three years ago in an alley.)
At that point I stopped looking around and thinking about these people's lives. I yelled to the bus driver that I wanted to get off at the next stop. He was an old happy go lucky black man, dressed as bus drivers did in the 1950's. The driver turned to me and said, "The next stop is a ways off." I stood up and moved over and leaned against the exit door. I said again, "Come on buddy. I need to get off here, I forgot something". He just smiled and ignored me. As I was leaning against the door it suddenly opened up fast. I said screw it and jumped off while the bus was still moving on. I landed on my feet and stared as the bus drove off down the road. I had an instant feeling of relief and then woke up.
The dream started with me standing on a major road in the city near where I grew up. I was confronted by as odd as it seems, Bobcat Goldthwait, (yes, that goofy socially odd comedian from the 1980's) he had a small dog and a weird instrument. He started performing a really stupid comedy act on the roadside for me. Bobcat asked me, "Is this funny?" I said, "No." He asked what I was waiting for. I responded, "The bus". Seconds later, standing next to me was an old friend of my fathers, Rick. Rick softly said, "Boy, Bobcat really sucks at this." I commented, "He is trying at least and he is a nice guy." Rick responded with, "Being nice and trying doesn't always help."
I ran across the street as the bus was due to be there shortly. While standing at the bus stop I was joined by a pressman, Gil, that used to work for my father's small printing company in the 1980's-90's. Gil asked how I was doing and we exchanged greetings. An old man approached us (I cannot remember his description) and he asked if we knew where to buy a xylophone (weird I know). I told him to ask Bobcat across the street and laughed.
The bus pulled up. It was an old style mass transit bus like the ones from the 1950's. I jumped on and the bus was full so I sat in the last remaining seat at the front of the bus. The seat was one of those that face sideways, so you are looking across the bus. Next to me was Gil and across from me was Rick and the popular owner of a local bar, Frank. Everyone on the bus was quiet yet restless.
As I peered around the bus at everyone on board I started to realize some things that previously I did not. The physical world today as we read this and live, and the world of the dead. I was riding a bus in the world of the dead. (Rick was a friend of my fathers, a sales broker, that became very wealthy through some good fortune and hard work. He died of cancer at the age of 60 two years ago.) (Gil was an employee of my fathers ~15 years ago. He lived a tough life of bad luck and got drunk every night to make up for it. He died last year at the age of 66.) (Frank owned a traditional neighborhood bar near my father's business. He was well known for being a huge beast of a man and mean temper to go with it. He died of cancer last year around the age of 65.) (Another person on the bus was someone I never knew, but remember well. Everyone labeled him as the neighborhood crazy guy. I heard he was found dead two or three years ago in an alley.)
At that point I stopped looking around and thinking about these people's lives. I yelled to the bus driver that I wanted to get off at the next stop. He was an old happy go lucky black man, dressed as bus drivers did in the 1950's. The driver turned to me and said, "The next stop is a ways off." I stood up and moved over and leaned against the exit door. I said again, "Come on buddy. I need to get off here, I forgot something". He just smiled and ignored me. As I was leaning against the door it suddenly opened up fast. I said screw it and jumped off while the bus was still moving on. I landed on my feet and stared as the bus drove off down the road. I had an instant feeling of relief and then woke up.
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