GAS STATION PAYBACK
Never got that California dream job, so now I'm in line at a gas station in small town of a Southern State. I am paying in cash, because this place has overcharged me before. The current employee of the day at the cash register peaked my interest as I'm standing two people back.
"A man got his arms chopped off by machete, here in town..." the cashier says to a customer in front of me. She also got the date wrong by one day if were doing a Friday the 13th scene, because its the Monday the 12th. I assume she's saying it to everybody that comes in here. Its the local town gossip and nothing else going on.
I leave and don't even look up this event, because if its in the news the town will be talking about it for a while. I assume it will be one Facebook post in my news feed. I only think about this machete thing a little too much, because I have been to Camp Crystal Lake before. Now, I didn't get into the camp to see the lake, because there were guard dogs.
I head down to that gas station for a follow up on the Wednesday 14th. I needed to make sure I didn't walk into a Friday the 13th movie franchise. Now movie rules, those events in the movie would be real. Like when Jason took a guy in a sleeping bad and swung it against a tree. No CNN article about that as I check my phone. I'm in the real world. When you don't have a job, you go a little nuts.
I walk into the gas station and don't pick up anything to purchase. I go to the cashier and tell her about what the other employee said in front of me two days ago.
"Yeah, the machete incident was over at the church down that street," she's talking to me and she's serious. I feel worried because the way she's talking is that it was real and not a prank. The last real incident was that a local store near town blew up. Theory was that it was an insurance scam, but I have checked to see if there was fertilizer sold in there before. I did go into that store to ask if they had fertilizer once, just to clear up any local town theories that it was really an accident. "Its cool, I'm doing a bad verison of Fletch."
"Yeah, the machete incident was over at the church down that street," she's talking to me and she's serious. I feel worried because the way she's talking is that it was real and not a prank. The last real incident was that a local store near town blew up. Theory was that it was an insurance scam, but I have checked to see if there was fertilizer sold in there before. I did go into that store to ask if they had fertilizer once, just to clear up any local town theories that it was really an accident. "Its cool, I'm doing a bad verison of Fletch."
I leave the store feeling a little concerned that now there's a cartel problem in town, and I'm the guy snooping in their business. Before I had a car, I was the guy on a bike riding through town, which is an issue if there a large swords swinging about.
The employee did give me two details. I can talk to a fireman or I go investigate the church where it happened at. Maybe something is still at the crime scene that's interesting for this blog post. A hockey mask left behind on the church's pew. Pastor thought it was the youth pastors.
The employee did give me two details. I can talk to a fireman or I go investigate the church where it happened at. Maybe something is still at the crime scene that's interesting for this blog post. A hockey mask left behind on the church's pew. Pastor thought it was the youth pastors.
I go down that road and look for that church. I'm the character in the movie who doesn't need to be involved at this point, but I want to wrap up this story because I'm unemployed am just going back home to watch Hulu.
I drive about ten minutes on that road till the first church appears. This church is not interesting because it looks nice and like all the other churches in the area. All with a small cemetery out front. I see a car in the parking lot on this 5PM, Wednesday the 14th.
I'm sitting in my car, thinking of what possible reason I could bother the pastor, when I should go home. I have no esculated the situation.
I open the church door which is unlocked and noticed that in the church is no one is inside. There's no noise any where. There's stairs that go down to the basement, and I think at this point I'm trying to make a movie scene when I'm not a character and there's no camera. There is a surveillance camera, that I need to go and back to erase why I was snooping in cartel business.
I'm about to go downstairs, when I see the pastor walk up the steps. He's friendly, but I would be a little concerned some guy has entered the church. I tell him what I know about machete thing, and I tell him this is not in the news, which is a concern for me.
The pastor, he very calm to me. He explains it was real, but it wasn't in this church. He also informs me it was a knife stab fight, with no arms missing. (These details did end up being in the news later on looking it up).
I asked the pastor if he needs any church help, which is a mistake, since I need a job that pays. He says they do homeless potlucks, and I said since I've been homeless before, maybe I could help out. He tells me there's homeless people living in the woods who come to the potluck. This concerned me.
I tell him I've been in all the surrounding woods in the area, because I have to keep switching guitar/singing practice spots. I even got warned by the local pizza shop employee who was getting in the car to make a delivery: "Hey, I wouldn't go in those woods. There's trail cams in them."
I explain to the pastor, that I don't want to bother my roommates with my off key vocals so I went into the woods to practice music. I now have a car, so I can practice there instead. I then told him, "I've never seen any homeless people or tents in those woods."
PARANORMAL STORIES - PART 1 - Music practice in the woods
I continue bothering the pastor, "I think I've seen a drone in the woods. A ball of red and then white light zooming towards me. I flashed my camera phone's light at it and it vanished. Now, I've seen almost every season of most ghost shows, so ghost orbs are considered dust sometimes. Red is interesting, maybe a sniper scope..."
Hunter in the woods: "I got a guy playing guitar and singing. Sometimes off key... nope not a homeless guy living out here in the woods. Looks hipster-ish?"
I end the conversation with the pastor by saying: I may follow up on potluck and sniff out any paranormal stories from these homeless guys. "Warn them about the red dot I saw."
About two weeks later, I'm talking to my mom and she tells me there's a drone company in town. I don't know if they sell drones, but they are close to the woods where I saw one. "Just testing my drone's at 6 AM in these woods nearby."
Now that building has a huge parking lot, which never has any cars in it. I wanted to park to play guitar in the parking lot, but didn't because of the 'no tress-passing signs'. Its funny, most of these woods don't have those no tress-passing signs, but that drone building behind the chain fence does.
So to get my vocals ready for the upcoming live shows, I didn't have a practice space. I went into all the woods around me each time I practiced. My car got repo'ed and I can't drive to a sound-room, nor did I have money for it.
GUITAR PLAYING IN THE WOODS
So to get my vocals ready for the upcoming live shows, I didn't have a practice space. I went into all the woods around me each time I practiced. My car got repo'ed and I can't drive to a sound-room, nor did I have money for it.
Its also winter time and I can only practice guitar for 20 minutes because its under 20 degrees. My gloves have the ends cut off so I feel those guitar frets till they go numb. I would walk as far from my living space and go into these thick wooded area's. I do a little practice and then go back into my tent. I'm checking my phone since my hands are cold.
I hear running towards my tent. I'm like "I'm not doing anything weird in here!" I yell before I fall out of the tent into the snow. I flash my flashlight around the trees. Its past midnight and there is nothing there. I look for foot prints, but there was only mine... There was weight to running of the footsteps and crunching. I could hear them. Not sure why there are no footprints...
You don't have to believe this part, maybe think of it as a creepypasta. Maybe use it as research in an eye witness case for your youtube video.
I tell a coworker about the snow crunching in the woods, with no foot prints. The co-worker doesn't care, he's on his phone. They are also confused as to why I'm going into the woods. Now I have to tell him I play music, which last time I told a co-worker what I did, they get embaressed because I'm not successful.
A few weeks go by and its past midnight again in a different wooded area. I'm on my cell phone in my tent, check email for another job, before I'm doing another quick practice. I hear somebody is running towards my tent. I yell: "I'm doing work!"
I can hear breathing outside my tent for about four secs. I say: "hey doing work... in here... nothing weird..." I zip open the TENT, and slowly with the guitar ready to hit what-ever's there, I see that nobody's is there. No foot prints like before, only mine. I proceed to tell another coworker and they also do not care. "Got a work shift with the guy who like's ghost stories and goes into the woods.
I can hear breathing outside my tent for about four secs. I say: "hey doing work... in here... nothing weird..." I zip open the TENT, and slowly with the guitar ready to hit what-ever's there, I see that nobody's is there. No foot prints like before, only mine. I proceed to tell another coworker and they also do not care. "Got a work shift with the guy who like's ghost stories and goes into the woods.
New living place, no car, still going into the woods. This time its warm and there's a river by my woods. I'm just light strumming away, when I see two men on a boat, using a motor to drift by. They don't look at me and disappear on the other side of the woods. I can't see them, but I heard their anchor plop.
Twenty minutes into my practice, I start to sing about the legality of drones filming and how if you tell me what's really going on, I promise not to tell anyone. I forget the fisherman are there. I'm also singing questionable lyrics that don't sound good on acoustic guitar, but are funny with distortion.
I hear the motor the of the boat start and they pull up to the shore. I start picking up my gear and running away. Whatever I was singing about, they needed to talk to me. I never heard them talking in their boat, and they never said "Hey, we need to talk to you about those questionable lyrics." I'll I hear is the trees rustling as their trying to find me. They couldn't get through the trees since they were too thick.
I ran to another part of the river, and eventually when they motored by. They didn't look at me or explain why they tried to enter into the woods to speak with me. "Just some fisherman going by..." I sing to them.
HELL'S BRIDGE
I’m a college drop out in the mid 2000's and ghost hunting shows are the biggest thing to watch on TV. Didn't care about ghost before and it now became an extra thing I think about.
I’m getting in my car with my buddies and we’re heading down to every paranormal location we can find for fun on a website or old forum. We put the metal music or techno on and arrive at the location like a transition in any good 90's horror movie, or bad 90's horror movie.
My buddy Steve, who likes to make movies, his girlfriend and a emo chick I meet on Myspace (true). We head 4 hours down to Hell’s Bridge in Michigan.
The legend says that the devil laughs at midnight on the Hells bridge. Now I don’t know if that is worth driving four hours for or why the devil is on this bridge in the middle of no where. We’re limited on paranormal locations with gas money and why isn't the bridge in Hell Michigan?
We get to the area of the bridge past midnight, so we missed the devil's laugh. There's also legends of ghost children who drowned in the river under the bridge that will manifest before you.
We get to the area of the bridge past midnight, so we missed the devil's laugh. There's also legends of ghost children who drowned in the river under the bridge that will manifest before you.
We park at this fence in the woods and we’re not even sure where the Hell’s bridge is using our Mapquest directions. The girls in our car say, “we’re too scared, lets go home.” At first, Steve and I were furious. I think I stepped out of the car to cool off for wasting four hours.
Night is still good, singing to all our pop punk songs on the way back home. It would take 14 years before I see that Hell's bridge is on the way to some where I'm going. Maybe I check in on that Myspace chick since I'm also in the area. I assume she's married with kids by now. She was interesting because she live out in the middle of now where, so it was I assume hard to meet people, which is why she's meeting strangers on Myspace.
Its snowing outside, the roads are icy and I pull up to the woods around 10 PM. I first notice that our directions were wrong all those years ago, so we would have never found the bridge. I was mad for nothing.
So now, I'm at the real location. I’m walking through the woods while its snowing. Ducking under branches and crunching built up in the snow with my sneakers.
I get to the bridge and its short, looks like somebody put a flat metal sheet across the stream of water. Its full of snow. I can’t walk across the bridge because I’ll slip and fall into the stream, just like all the children who drowned there. Its not funny that man in his 30's spent time to go and communicate with ghost kids.
I listen for a cackling deep laugh, but its not midnight yet. Looking at the bridge with the snow falling all around me, it is cinematic. If you just saw the bridge with no backstory, it wouldn't be cinematic.
The reason the children died is because their parents didn't pay their debt. Which is ironic, because at one point I stopped paying my bills and my car a month from now, is going to get repo'ed. I could be like those kids swaying down the road till they jumped into the river to their death.
I go back to the car and put on some no vocal trance, because Steve liked that for our adventures. I’m driving for a little bit and see a building called Fisk. I give a deep laugh (its not midnight) because that’s the name of the guy who drowned all the kids in the stream. I think his name is spelled Fisk or Frisk, but I look it up later. Its Friske. Which is about right for a guy who drowns the townsfolk. "He's a Friskie one, that guy."
Now I saw saw that there is a 'Friskie' Farm Market 2 hours away. That's not what I saw.
I'm getting a tire repair and walk into the restroom in the shop while waiting. I look at the poster above the toilet and it saw Fisk. It was tire brand.
THE SCREEN PLAY OFFER
So the first screenplay idea I have for this producer, I want to give him a story based on my all time favorite ghost legend. Nobody has done their take on the ghost story, because it doesn't work as movie. Its also similar to a blockbuster motion picture....
The legend is: people were seeing skeleton’s in pirate gear digging up for treasure on this beach in Virginia. I assume from ghost lore, you look at them too long and they vanish. There are houses on the beach, I need to see the Ring cam footage. I put my ring cam aimed right at the ocean for anything strange happening at this beach.
You should go read all the good well edited blogs about "Old House Woods Virginia." One guy has a post (you can google it, too many copy and pasting of the same stories to shift through at 4 am). A skeleton pirate put a sword up to this guys throat. The guy rolled down his window to speak to the ghost pirate. Why he is at the beach at night anyway, I don't know. Does he live in a beach house? The post made it seem like he just got off work, but he's coming from the beach.
I think the blog post said the ghost pirate asked him "Which way to the nearest town?" This means the ghost here have memory loss or he's a new ghost. You also can't walk to town from this beach, it would take like three hours.
Why do I like this place? The legend is too silly. Its the mid 2000's, i'm reading comments on forums and this one has the most comments. People are going and saying some ball of light walking along the beach started beating up his car. There's a pirate ship that flies over the beach.
I was like, I need to go see what's going on here. I went many times and saw nothing. I sometimes would bury old objects on the beach to mess with people. Got an old pocket watch, just put sand over it.
I would drive up to this place on occasion take anybody who would join me to randomly put a shovel in the dirt looking for the lost treasure those skeletons are looking for. Until one time, I'm there at 3 am, and waiting to have is a ghost pirate encounter which is adult themed then seeing a ghost kid encounter.
I had a one of those treasure fishing magnets and it got stuck on something in the pond water next to the road before you hit the beach. Maybe you’ll find it. I also don’t want to give away my cool date spots, but the beach is sort of isolated if you go at a non busy time. Hope the ghost pirates aren't sexy, I got Carl's Jr from in town, for my date.
I get to the beach at 3 AM, my night-vision camera isn’t that powerful enough so I’m not getting any good footage. I sit there on the sand for an hour to the hear the waves. The waves are black, but the moonlight gives it a little shimmer. (My dictionary app for better words then shimmer is not opening)
At one point, my phone's screen lights up revealing where I am located. Looks like a boat is coming towards the shore, which means I need to run out of here before the coast guards scolds me. I'm younger in this story.
I get to the beach at 3 AM, my night-vision camera isn’t that powerful enough so I’m not getting any good footage. I sit there on the sand for an hour to the hear the waves. The waves are black, but the moonlight gives it a little shimmer. (My dictionary app for better words then shimmer is not opening)
At one point, my phone's screen lights up revealing where I am located. Looks like a boat is coming towards the shore, which means I need to run out of here before the coast guards scolds me. I'm younger in this story.
This boat heading towards me, it looks like the boat split in two. I have to make a drawing of what I see, because it looks like two people are ski-ing.
THE WITCHEY WOLVES
“There’s... something witchey going on...” - I sometimes like to say
Use the above chart for reference so I don't have to explain the different creatures in Michigan, not because I don't want too. It is boring to read.
We drive four hours to the Omar Planes, this was before podcasts, so the rides were all the megabytes used up on the iPod. Steve's not here, so no techno, we can do all Christian rock for our spooky adventure.
The legend of Omar is: Native American ghosts that died here, can turn into solid shaped wolves that stand up and attack people. Jared approved this trip since its still half a creature. Ghost he didn't like since ghost can follow you home like what you learn on the Haunted Mansion ride with the Hitch Hiker holograms.
I am with Jared driving on grass in the woods of the Omar Planes. We park and are walking around. We get howling from wolves on our camera. Could just be normal wolves, so no need to see if he still has the footage.
Before we went, we did research and found this one Youtube video I can no longer fine. It was a family of ghost hunters who set up camp in those Omar woods. The video is winter time and it looks like the production is them trying to make a TV show with a decent production.
Before we went, we did research and found this one Youtube video I can no longer fine. It was a family of ghost hunters who set up camp in those Omar woods. The video is winter time and it looks like the production is them trying to make a TV show with a decent production.
We learn in that in this Youtube video, that hunters don’t stay out at night in the woods because they get attacked by the Witchey Wolves. The guy with a gun isn't staying in the woods, don't know what they wolves are going to do when they see my Flip camera. (You don't need to know what that is.)
The kid in the video, catches an audio recording of some Native American chanting. Nothing else happens, but that family decides to take it to a priest. Why? I don't know.
The kid in the video, catches an audio recording of some Native American chanting. Nothing else happens, but that family decides to take it to a priest. Why? I don't know.
The kid is playing back the audio to the priest on a laptop, doesn't feel like they did two takes for this Youtube video, because the kids look bored. The priest nods his head while the audio plays. He looks at the family: “Wrong tribe. Those Native American's never lived in that area. That spirit has done a poor research for his impersonation." This spirit didn't use google translate.
With the video informing us of a mimic spirit or that there are skin-walkers in these woods, we leave for the night to head into those woods. As we leave with nothing happening, I'm driving down this dirt road. Something is wrong with the back of my car so I stop to park. Jared is looking through the CD's, I got all the good Christian rock band's in CD case.
With the video informing us of a mimic spirit or that there are skin-walkers in these woods, we leave for the night to head into those woods. As we leave with nothing happening, I'm driving down this dirt road. Something is wrong with the back of my car so I stop to park. Jared is looking through the CD's, I got all the good Christian rock band's in CD case.
I go to the back of the car and kneel down to check the tire. I hear breathing in a panting formation behind me. It is close, but no breath on my neck. I don’t remember why I’m bending down, maybe we hit something. I stand up and the breathing is gone. I look around and only hear the engine of our along with crickets.
As a test, I bend back down and hear that breathing again. I say something to Jared and he gets out of the car. The breathing stops and I stand back up. There's no tree branch's snapping as if somebody is running away and Jared didn't see anything.
Now if you read the last blog post where I’m playing guitar in the woods. Its the same breathing on my tent like it was the Omar Planes I didn’t tell you were those woods where I played guitar or how close they were to the Omar planes. If I tell you how close they were to the Omar planes I dox myself. I've been too so many ghost places I forgot about that breathing.
I can't go back to my old job to check those woods again, security was mad I was eating Ramen noodles in the parking lot when I had quit. Had to try and get the job back.
I can't go back to my old job to check those woods again, security was mad I was eating Ramen noodles in the parking lot when I had quit. Had to try and get the job back.
(I can always take a camera guy there....)