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re: Do you believe in ghosts?
Posted on 11/6/20 at 2:16 am to Harry Rex Vonner
Posted on 11/6/20 at 2:16 am to Harry Rex Vonner
Not sure you call it ghosts . . .
(however it's spirit type weird to me)
When a kid and long before geared mountain bikes I'd ride my banana seated chopper type bike on this trail. It was up a small hill and through the woods and a shortcut to get to the nearest store. Like said it was a real shortcut dissecting a curve, on a I never asked why cleared trail, and it kept me off a major throughway. And every time without fail, as nearing a clearing on top, I'd get this overpowering case of the willies. Not an I'm alone in the woods, but rather an I'm not alone ominous deep dark feel. Deep down to the core and I'd intellectually think this doesn't make sense. So after stopping at the edge, where the hair on my arms would raise, I'd literally pray and pedal as fast as possible across to the other side.
It was years later when talking to a man working this store that he mentioned, there's a place on the top of that hill where the witches meet. That it was where a coven from town routinely gathered. And he only found out because they'd sometimes park at the store after hours.
Me, I'm an old guy, so this is many decades old; however it still raises the hair on the back of my neck and gives me the chills.
(however it's spirit type weird to me)
When a kid and long before geared mountain bikes I'd ride my banana seated chopper type bike on this trail. It was up a small hill and through the woods and a shortcut to get to the nearest store. Like said it was a real shortcut dissecting a curve, on a I never asked why cleared trail, and it kept me off a major throughway. And every time without fail, as nearing a clearing on top, I'd get this overpowering case of the willies. Not an I'm alone in the woods, but rather an I'm not alone ominous deep dark feel. Deep down to the core and I'd intellectually think this doesn't make sense. So after stopping at the edge, where the hair on my arms would raise, I'd literally pray and pedal as fast as possible across to the other side.
It was years later when talking to a man working this store that he mentioned, there's a place on the top of that hill where the witches meet. That it was where a coven from town routinely gathered. And he only found out because they'd sometimes park at the store after hours.
Me, I'm an old guy, so this is many decades old; however it still raises the hair on the back of my neck and gives me the chills.
This post was edited on 11/6/20 at 2:40 am
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