2012-06-18 09:55 UTC
Few people asked after I typed it to Teach, Mind you this is all true regardless of what you choose to make of it. It will not be edited for spelling. As I generally don't talk about it unless its with my friend that it happend to but its about time I share the experience
Pinecone: my buddy and i used to get left alone on the weekends after school for friday saterday until sunday night
Pinecone: so after gaming all day we discided that going on walks would be good
Pinecone: so we go on a walk and start getting a bad vibe from this house being built. kinda like being watched. and it didnt stop. when we left. so we kept moving but it never really got better
Pinecone: so we end up making it back to his place no problem
Pinecone: next weekend we go out same feeling accept were hearing noises now
Pinecone: get back no problem
Pinecone: finaly we talk it over and we buy some heavy duty flashlights
Pinecone: and grab bats and go into the house. we had the car on brights pointing at it the hole time. turn the corner...all noise dies. and we make eyecontact with this thing? 2 big read eyes humanesque figure and we book it. hop in the car floor it home. lock the door
Pinecone: he goes to use the restroom and im in the second livingroom and i hear this loud crunch on the roof and a walking noise. WTF.jpg he comes out i tell him we listen and keep hearing it
Pinecone: lock all the doors and windos get our bats and stay up all night and finaly pass out at 5
Pinecone: wake up the next morning and go on the balcony and look around and their are 5 broken tiles that are just kicking it there. looked at eachother and called his mom just to check they wernt there the day before. look a little more and find large footprints off to the side of the house that the tiles were on
Pinecone: we choose that hay maybe this isnt the best path anymore
Pinecone: so we drive to a different neighborhood and start our walk. halfway through i start hearing a noise. "hey man do you hear that" "you mean the thing that sounds like a chain being drug" "yea that" "we should move faster" mind you both of us were 1 year into mma and were sparing partners so we wernt defenceless plus i always had my knife on me
Pinecone: so we get back to his car and look around
Pinecone: once again the black figure is there in the road the light seems to be getting absorbed
Pinecone: book it
Pinecone: it runs through the wash *in az there like desert areas for water to run during monsoon season* fast enough for us to make it to the other side driving around
Pinecone: get back start hearing his dogs going nuts in the garage and a rapping on the window
Pinecone: nope it til 5am again
Pinecone: next weekend we mix it up again. got bigger flashlights and walked the opisate direction through the wash when were on the side of it on the concrete laughing and we hear some draging coming from the wash *usualy gravel in this one it was man made* so we threw a rock t it *i know right* and booked it back to the bridge that ran over it and saw the same figure draging a sack with what looked like a human arm hainging out of it
Pinecone: book it back to the house lock up rapping and gargling continues
Pinecone: we go for a walk again the next weekend through the desert with knifes and flashlights and i start hearing this noise
Pinecone: "hey man do you hear a....swingset?" "yea i do....this is going to bother me lets go see if were just hearing noises"
Pinecone: so we meander around for about 10 mins and find an area with a swingset and a bunch of white porciln dolls....well this is creepy..."yea what the fuck we should leave..." so we start to walk and were hearing children giggling...we move faster and try to keep moving but the noise stays nomather how fast we run how far we get the laughing just getting louder
Pinecone: on the way back after we get out we hear a woman scream and the cyotes go fucking nuts *they only do it after a kill or to warn the pack of somthing bad* so we look at eachtoher like hay man maybe we should check this out
Pinecone: so we walk over to an area filled with a black water like substance. dont know if it was blood didnt stay long enough to find out we heard the giggling and the chain again
Pinecone: FUCK
Pinecone: FLASHLIGHTS ARE DIEING
Pinecone: BUT THE BATS ARE BRAND FUCKING NEW WHAT THE FUCK!!! its now 3:33 am
Pinecone: dude...check the time
Pinecone: no way
Pinecone: this isnt fucking happening
Pinecone: we need to go now
Pinecone: right the fuck now!
Pinecone: we run as fast as we can noise right behind lock oursielfs in
Pinecone: i start to prety
Pinecone: pray*
Pinecone: my friend whos incredably aithiest and has never said this to me again said
Pinecone: "your lucky....i wish i had a god to pray to rightnow"
Pinecone: the windos start to bang
Pinecone: were seeing black balls flying around outside
Pinecone: just like orbs just no light like theres matter but none there
Pinecone: so we start to look into local urban legends
Pinecone: and we find somthing about a creature matching the discription that used to be rumerd to kidnap and kill children
Pinecone: with the oldest "on record" being 18 we were 16 at the time
Pinecone: discriptions matched perfectly
Pinecone: accept for the thing that happend next
Pinecone: the last thing on the list we didnt see
Pinecone: the children
Pinecone: we choose to take a different path once again one with more light
Pinecone: end up walking
Pinecone: by a building office building i think
Pinecone: and a daycare center
Pinecone: and we here the crying
Pinecone: oh the crying
Pinecone: i cringe thinking about it still
Pinecone: we look in the lit building nd there they are
Pinecone: in full 1950-1980 attire
Pinecone: sunken eyes
Pinecone: knes againsnt their chests
Pinecone: crying
Pinecone: pleading us to leave
Pinecone: and some other things i wont mention out of the want to not remember them
Pinecone: as the specifics of what they said will stick with me forever
Pinecone: and i wish they would leave
Pinecone: i really do
Pinecone: id give anything to forget that night
Pinecone: we leave
Pinecone: fast
Pinecone: i then..
Pinecone: get a phone call from my then fiancee savannah whom i had been with for 3 years
Pinecone: its 3 am
Pinecone: shes crying
Pinecone: talking about a black figure in her room
Pinecone: and the crying
Pinecone: she mentions the crying
Pinecone: she hangs up
Pinecone: cant get incontact with her for the rest of the night
Pinecone: my bud mike and i are freaking out
Pinecone: we cant sleep
Pinecone: we get back and the night continues
Pinecone: i call my budy max and hes less than please to get the call and he happens to be wiccan
Pinecone: dude this is whats going on
Pinecone: his words were clear "dont leave the house"
Pinecone: why"
Pinecone: FUCKING DONT
Pinecone: yes and no
Pinecone: he hinted like he knew what it was
Pinecone: and discribed what we were seeing and hearing
Pinecone: but he refused to tell us
Pinecone: i still ask him ocasionaly but he still wont
Pinecone: said he will tell me eventualy when theres no worry about it
Pinecone: so
Pinecone: i call savannah at 8 am and she answers
Pinecone: doesnt remember making the call
Pinecone: i look at my phone
Pinecone: no call in the log
Pinecone: mike she didnt call
Pinecone: what?
Pinecone: she didnt fuckign call
Pinecone: but we heard her on the phone!!
Pinecone: i know..
Pinecone: so the weekend ends and thwe week is rather normal after that
Pinecone: next weekend comes up
Pinecone: the house is finished
Pinecone: but
Pinecone: theres a new one
Pinecone: being built nexto it
Pinecone: a 2 storyy
Pinecone: so were getting angry now
Pinecone: were teenage boys with weapons who do mma weekly
Pinecone: we think we can take on anything
Pinecone: we go in
Pinecone: i look at him
Pinecone: wheres the sound of the cricket
Pinecone: s
Pinecone: huh?
Pinecone: and the cyotes they were howling
Pinecone: then the crying starrts
Pinecone: its at the top of the stairs
Pinecone: it knows were there
Pinecone: we know its there
Pinecone: the crying gets louder
Pinecone: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT????!?!?!?"
Pinecone: crying continues
Pinecone: were paralized
Pinecone: we cant move
Pinecone: i dont know what to do
Pinecone: the crying is making me break down
Pinecone: MIKE WE HAVE TO GO I CANT TAKE IT
Pinecone: WE HAVE TO GO
Pinecone: NOW
Pinecone: FUCKING NOW
Pinecone: i trip and fall out the front dor
Pinecone: door*
Pinecone: he pickes me up and we ran
Pinecone: we finaly get to a spot we can stop buy a built house
Pinecone: and then the whispering starts
Pinecone: its audiobul
Pinecone: but i cant understand what its saying
Pinecone: mike mannages to pick out "something wicked this way comes"
Pinecone: what
Pinecone: it starts again
Pinecone: fuck
Pinecone: we get in ihs car and drive on the freeway for 2 hours
Pinecone: phoenix is really large
Pinecone: 1 hour is cave creek to tempe
Pinecone: so we end up kinda stop going onthe walks
Pinecone: the noises keep happening for a wile
Pinecone: but nothing really prominant other than dammage to his wall
Pinecone: etchings
Pinecone: really
Pinecone: so i end up moving to nevada and we keep in contact still
Pinecone: i find out about a year ago 2 weeks after i moved a family moved into the house and there was a tripple murder with the body of their child missing
Pinecone: the young parents are dead
Pinecone: to this day i still dont know what happend
Pinecone: but i still hear that damn crying when i go out at night
Pinecone: that fucking grying
Pinecone: god damn it
Pinecone: dont poke your head where it doesnt belong...you may not like what you find out. and im sorry there are segmants of the story i prefer not to share
Pinecone: my buddy and i used to get left alone on the weekends after school for friday saterday until sunday night
Pinecone: so after gaming all day we discided that going on walks would be good
Pinecone: so we go on a walk and start getting a bad vibe from this house being built. kinda like being watched. and it didnt stop. when we left. so we kept moving but it never really got better
Pinecone: so we end up making it back to his place no problem
Pinecone: next weekend we go out same feeling accept were hearing noises now
Pinecone: get back no problem
Pinecone: finaly we talk it over and we buy some heavy duty flashlights
Pinecone: and grab bats and go into the house. we had the car on brights pointing at it the hole time. turn the corner...all noise dies. and we make eyecontact with this thing? 2 big read eyes humanesque figure and we book it. hop in the car floor it home. lock the door
Pinecone: he goes to use the restroom and im in the second livingroom and i hear this loud crunch on the roof and a walking noise. WTF.jpg he comes out i tell him we listen and keep hearing it
Pinecone: lock all the doors and windos get our bats and stay up all night and finaly pass out at 5
Pinecone: wake up the next morning and go on the balcony and look around and their are 5 broken tiles that are just kicking it there. looked at eachother and called his mom just to check they wernt there the day before. look a little more and find large footprints off to the side of the house that the tiles were on
Pinecone: we choose that hay maybe this isnt the best path anymore
Pinecone: so we drive to a different neighborhood and start our walk. halfway through i start hearing a noise. "hey man do you hear that" "you mean the thing that sounds like a chain being drug" "yea that" "we should move faster" mind you both of us were 1 year into mma and were sparing partners so we wernt defenceless plus i always had my knife on me
Pinecone: so we get back to his car and look around
Pinecone: once again the black figure is there in the road the light seems to be getting absorbed
Pinecone: book it
Pinecone: it runs through the wash *in az there like desert areas for water to run during monsoon season* fast enough for us to make it to the other side driving around
Pinecone: get back start hearing his dogs going nuts in the garage and a rapping on the window
Pinecone: nope it til 5am again
Pinecone: next weekend we mix it up again. got bigger flashlights and walked the opisate direction through the wash when were on the side of it on the concrete laughing and we hear some draging coming from the wash *usualy gravel in this one it was man made* so we threw a rock t it *i know right* and booked it back to the bridge that ran over it and saw the same figure draging a sack with what looked like a human arm hainging out of it
Pinecone: book it back to the house lock up rapping and gargling continues
Pinecone: we go for a walk again the next weekend through the desert with knifes and flashlights and i start hearing this noise
Pinecone: "hey man do you hear a....swingset?" "yea i do....this is going to bother me lets go see if were just hearing noises"
Pinecone: so we meander around for about 10 mins and find an area with a swingset and a bunch of white porciln dolls....well this is creepy..."yea what the fuck we should leave..." so we start to walk and were hearing children giggling...we move faster and try to keep moving but the noise stays nomather how fast we run how far we get the laughing just getting louder
Pinecone: on the way back after we get out we hear a woman scream and the cyotes go fucking nuts *they only do it after a kill or to warn the pack of somthing bad* so we look at eachtoher like hay man maybe we should check this out
Pinecone: so we walk over to an area filled with a black water like substance. dont know if it was blood didnt stay long enough to find out we heard the giggling and the chain again
Pinecone: FUCK
Pinecone: FLASHLIGHTS ARE DIEING
Pinecone: BUT THE BATS ARE BRAND FUCKING NEW WHAT THE FUCK!!! its now 3:33 am
Pinecone: dude...check the time
Pinecone: no way
Pinecone: this isnt fucking happening
Pinecone: we need to go now
Pinecone: right the fuck now!
Pinecone: we run as fast as we can noise right behind lock oursielfs in
Pinecone: i start to prety
Pinecone: pray*
Pinecone: my friend whos incredably aithiest and has never said this to me again said
Pinecone: "your lucky....i wish i had a god to pray to rightnow"
Pinecone: the windos start to bang
Pinecone: were seeing black balls flying around outside
Pinecone: just like orbs just no light like theres matter but none there
Pinecone: so we start to look into local urban legends
Pinecone: and we find somthing about a creature matching the discription that used to be rumerd to kidnap and kill children
Pinecone: with the oldest "on record" being 18 we were 16 at the time
Pinecone: discriptions matched perfectly
Pinecone: accept for the thing that happend next
Pinecone: the last thing on the list we didnt see
Pinecone: the children
Pinecone: we choose to take a different path once again one with more light
Pinecone: end up walking
Pinecone: by a building office building i think
Pinecone: and a daycare center
Pinecone: and we here the crying
Pinecone: oh the crying
Pinecone: i cringe thinking about it still
Pinecone: we look in the lit building nd there they are
Pinecone: in full 1950-1980 attire
Pinecone: sunken eyes
Pinecone: knes againsnt their chests
Pinecone: crying
Pinecone: pleading us to leave
Pinecone: and some other things i wont mention out of the want to not remember them
Pinecone: as the specifics of what they said will stick with me forever
Pinecone: and i wish they would leave
Pinecone: i really do
Pinecone: id give anything to forget that night
Pinecone: we leave
Pinecone: fast
Pinecone: i then..
Pinecone: get a phone call from my then fiancee savannah whom i had been with for 3 years
Pinecone: its 3 am
Pinecone: shes crying
Pinecone: talking about a black figure in her room
Pinecone: and the crying
Pinecone: she mentions the crying
Pinecone: she hangs up
Pinecone: cant get incontact with her for the rest of the night
Pinecone: my bud mike and i are freaking out
Pinecone: we cant sleep
Pinecone: we get back and the night continues
Pinecone: i call my budy max and hes less than please to get the call and he happens to be wiccan
Pinecone: dude this is whats going on
Pinecone: his words were clear "dont leave the house"
Pinecone: why"
Pinecone: FUCKING DONT
Pinecone: yes and no
Pinecone: he hinted like he knew what it was
Pinecone: and discribed what we were seeing and hearing
Pinecone: but he refused to tell us
Pinecone: i still ask him ocasionaly but he still wont
Pinecone: said he will tell me eventualy when theres no worry about it
Pinecone: so
Pinecone: i call savannah at 8 am and she answers
Pinecone: doesnt remember making the call
Pinecone: i look at my phone
Pinecone: no call in the log
Pinecone: mike she didnt call
Pinecone: what?
Pinecone: she didnt fuckign call
Pinecone: but we heard her on the phone!!
Pinecone: i know..
Pinecone: so the weekend ends and thwe week is rather normal after that
Pinecone: next weekend comes up
Pinecone: the house is finished
Pinecone: but
Pinecone: theres a new one
Pinecone: being built nexto it
Pinecone: a 2 storyy
Pinecone: so were getting angry now
Pinecone: were teenage boys with weapons who do mma weekly
Pinecone: we think we can take on anything
Pinecone: we go in
Pinecone: i look at him
Pinecone: wheres the sound of the cricket
Pinecone: s
Pinecone: huh?
Pinecone: and the cyotes they were howling
Pinecone: then the crying starrts
Pinecone: its at the top of the stairs
Pinecone: it knows were there
Pinecone: we know its there
Pinecone: the crying gets louder
Pinecone: "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT????!?!?!?"
Pinecone: crying continues
Pinecone: were paralized
Pinecone: we cant move
Pinecone: i dont know what to do
Pinecone: the crying is making me break down
Pinecone: MIKE WE HAVE TO GO I CANT TAKE IT
Pinecone: WE HAVE TO GO
Pinecone: NOW
Pinecone: FUCKING NOW
Pinecone: i trip and fall out the front dor
Pinecone: door*
Pinecone: he pickes me up and we ran
Pinecone: we finaly get to a spot we can stop buy a built house
Pinecone: and then the whispering starts
Pinecone: its audiobul
Pinecone: but i cant understand what its saying
Pinecone: mike mannages to pick out "something wicked this way comes"
Pinecone: what
Pinecone: it starts again
Pinecone: fuck
Pinecone: we get in ihs car and drive on the freeway for 2 hours
Pinecone: phoenix is really large
Pinecone: 1 hour is cave creek to tempe
Pinecone: so we end up kinda stop going onthe walks
Pinecone: the noises keep happening for a wile
Pinecone: but nothing really prominant other than dammage to his wall
Pinecone: etchings
Pinecone: really
Pinecone: so i end up moving to nevada and we keep in contact still
Pinecone: i find out about a year ago 2 weeks after i moved a family moved into the house and there was a tripple murder with the body of their child missing
Pinecone: the young parents are dead
Pinecone: to this day i still dont know what happend
Pinecone: but i still hear that damn crying when i go out at night
Pinecone: that fucking grying
Pinecone: god damn it
Pinecone: dont poke your head where it doesnt belong...you may not like what you find out. and im sorry there are segmants of the story i prefer not to share
