Post by pixie on May 2, 2008 19:28:26 GMT -5
In the late 80's and early 90's we lived south east of Mt. Sherman on a dead end road that is surely weird central.
The front yard, road and barn across the road was the creepiest place I have ever been. When we had guests, they usually said the same thing and it was clear they were feeling watched and uncomfortable too.
A slight hill went down from the barn and house. At the foot of the hill, where it leveled out, we turned left to cross the creek and get over to the other field.
On four separate occasions, we saw a thick white mist move across the creek, cross the road and float along the edge of the woods until it went into the woods. It was moving FAST. When it got into the woods, it didn't dissipate or anything. It stayed in that one big, misty fog until it was out of sight.
The front yard, road and barn across the road was the creepiest place I have ever been. When we had guests, they usually said the same thing and it was clear they were feeling watched and uncomfortable too.
A slight hill went down from the barn and house. At the foot of the hill, where it leveled out, we turned left to cross the creek and get over to the other field.
On four separate occasions, we saw a thick white mist move across the creek, cross the road and float along the edge of the woods until it went into the woods. It was moving FAST. When it got into the woods, it didn't dissipate or anything. It stayed in that one big, misty fog until it was out of sight.
