Kevin's Watch

(And UFO/alien abduction/bigfoot/weird occurence stuff)

What we want here is actual first hand experiences of this sort from Watchers who have no reason other than to 'tell what they saw' and leave the judgement up to others. I'll start the ball rolling.

Fifteen years ago I was working away in the office of the veterinary practice my father ran in South-West England. The then secretary had left at 11am and I was sitting with my back to her work station and was deep in conversation on the phone on a fairly complex matter that was absorbing the bulk of my attention. As I spoke I was aware that in the corner of my eye I saw the secretary (or at least a woman in a big floral print dress commonly worn by women of the day) cross the office and start looking in the client record files that lined the back wall. Engaged as I was I remember thinking 'What's brenda doing back here? She left at 11.00', but continued my conversation and gave it no more thought. Five minutes later, conversation over, I went through to the back of the practice where my father and two nurses were engaged in an opperation in the opperating room. "Bid Brenda come through?" I asked, and the answer was negative. I went on down through the practice and there was no sign of the secretary to be seen. The following morning when she came to work I asked Brenda why she had returned to work the previous day. She looked puzzled and denied having done so and so I left the puzzle un-resolved and somewhat bemused.

The following detail may have no bearing on this 'event' at all, but without it I think the story would be incomplete. My father was in many ways a good man. He was kind hearted and generous and would always be ready to help - but he was an incorrigable womaniser. Early in his career he had formed a relationship with a previous young secretary in the practice, alas while still married to my mother. This woman had been instumental in the sucess of the newly formed business and had remained in her role as the matriarch for some thirty years, long after my parents had sepparated. Alas for her she had remainedgdoggedly loyal to my father but the same could not be said of him. As is the way in medical practices a sucession of pretty young nurses soon drew my fathers eye away from the secretary and as the years progressed she became embittered and difficult, but still remained in her position. Ill health ultimately forced her retirement and my father still used to visit her occasionally at her nereby home where she would heap mostly good-humored (but always with an edge) criticism on his shoulders. His visits became fewer and farther between and ultimately stopped. She remained single until her death some five years previous to the events I relate on that morning in the office, and it was universally recognised in our locale that she had waited for him to return to her for all of her life - but of course he never had. I remeber her as a very stern woman and not one to be tangled with. To my child like eyes she was a frightening figure as sharp with her glance as with her tounge and I always trod carefully in her presence. In addition whenever I recall her to mind she is always dressed the same - in a big floral print dress.

I have nothing that concrete. But...

Some odd things happened in the house we owned in Norfolk. The closet door in the master bedroom would sometimes open on its own -- although it was an old house and so we attributed it to things settling. But there was one time when I was sitting in the living room while baby Batty slept in her portacrib in the dining room, and an odd thing happened. The previous owners had installed a security system, with keypads by the doors, and an electric eye in the living room -- when something passed it, either in the living room or the dining room, a red light would come on with an audible click. This particular time, I was seated near the electric eye and heard it click, but there was nobody in the house but Batty and me.

We subsequently learned that in the 1920s, a man had murdered his wife in our house by sticking her head in the oven and turning on the gas. I've always wondered whether her ghost didn't cross the dining room to see the baby.

Alternately, I guess it could have been my father, who had been dead for about three years by then, stopping in to see his new granddaughter.

I've been meaning to post something about Nordic prehistoric sites (~1000-4000 years old) and the associated unearthly sensations of being constantly stared at by something invisible and/or getting inexplicable chills even on a warm day, but a more comprehensive account will have to wait for a bit. I've talked about this with several people in different circumstances, and all have told the same, so I cannot be imagining it. The latest example, only from a couple of days back, came from a Viking re-enactor from whom I was purchasing a replica of a Gotland knife on a small event in Krakow. She had visited Birka/Björkö, walked on the large prehistoric (also Óðinntrú/pagan) graveyard, and again repeated my own experience.

To the X-Forum! ...Oh...never mind. Carry on.

--A

Something very odd happened once on a drive from Colorado to Tucson. It was in the middle of Arizona a few hours away from Tucson, I was driving and my wife was sleeping next to me. I saw a light in the sky that looked like an airplane up fairly high that suddenly split into three lights that sped faster than an airplane in three seperate directions. It freaked me out. I was getting a little sleepy, and it may have been a reflection of something else, but I was wide awake after that. Not so much a ghost story, but UFO stories were mentioned in the initial post.

I think anything weird can go here, Cag. And that would seem to qualify.

I once thought I saw Bigfoot, but my stepfather has rather small feet.

Definitely an acceptable input Cag and one that I can add to with a little tale of my own. When I was 18 or so I was coming home very late one night (3 or 4am) and had just emerged from what we call a sub-way (ie a walkway under a road where you go down steps on one side and come up steps on the other) when I heard what sounded like a rustling of leaves or something above me. There were no tree's or anything to account for this and I looked up into the night sky in reaction to the sound. i saw two very bright lights like car headlights, not directly above me but pretty much. With no discernable sound exept this rustling (which may or may not have stopped by now - the whole thing was over in so fast a time it is very difficult to say) these lights accelerated away from me at great - and I mean great - speed, and dissapeared in the distance. the whole thing was over in what - a second or so. This may have been a UFO (or was by the strict definition) but I think I have another explanation. In SW England where I live we have a number of American forces establishments (or did at that time) and being stuck out of the way as it were I think we would have been a good area for testing out things such as the 'stealth bombers' etc which seemed to come onto the scene a decade or so after this event. I believe I witnessed one of the early trials that night - but whatever it was it was cool and I want one!

Avatar wrote:To the X-Forum! ...Oh...never mind. Carry on.

--A

Have to wonder how many people round here these days will get that.

Well, here's my 'haunted barrows' thread posted to the Close:
kevinswatch.ihugny.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?p=893366#893366

No ghosts or UFO's for me. Annoying, since I live just a few miles away from Pine Bush, NY.

I've posted before about an unexplained light array I saw decades ago in the New Mexico desert. A friend 350 miles away saw the same thing at the same time, in California. It was one very bright light, moving about the speed you would see a satellite move, but much brighter than that. Curving around it was an arc of light-- much the way that an arc would form ahead of your hand as you moved it through water, but nothing behind. It was in the southern sky and after a few minutes it disappeared behind mountains. There was no sound. I have never seen or heard such a thing described anywhere.

Here is another, totally uncategorizable experience I had-- time travel, perhaps? I was in a very deep crisis one day and took a long walk in some woods. I stopped at the edge of a small ravine that looked out over the Vermont landscape, I could see the small city of Rutland in the distance. As I sat there, bawling, thinking, and praying, I felt the presence of something coming down from above to comfort me. I knew then that I could make it through my terrible circumstances.

I did make it through, and several months later my life was completely different. I had become a believer in Jesus Christ and there was hope and light in my life. I was living in Rutland. One day I was praying and I was giving thanks for how much my life had changed. My mind went back to that woman on the bank of the ravine, and I wanted to comfort that former self. Unexpectedly, I felt myself moving through space and time, descending like an angel toward that pathetic, crying figure... it was me.

I don't really "go" for experiences like that, or base my theology on them, but it happened. The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

Actually, I have had another weird phenomena happen, now that I am remembering. Two of my oldest friends (Bossk being one of them) were hanging out with a couple girls, one of whom I was dating at the time, and we were at a cemetery. We brought along a tape recorder as we did back then, and taped ourselves goofing around. At one point, we went into a masoleum and they shut the door on the three guys. We couldn't figure out how to get out for a while. We freaked out for a bit, and eventually one of us tried something different with the door and were able to get out. We were pissed.
In listening to the recording later, we listened back and it only lasted a couple of seconds on the tape. It could be explained that so much went through our heads that it seemed much longer than it was. Also whenever you would stop the tape, it was pretty obvious, and there was no tape stop on the recording. But all of agreed that it was much longer being trapped than it played on the recording.
The weirder thing on the recording is that at some point, there is clearly the sounds of bells ringing in the background and nobody makes mention of that. About 15 minutes later or so on the recording, one of my friends said, "Do you hear those bells?" No bell sounds on the tape.
It just seems a bit weird, but probably nothing.

DOTD - your story is beyond my ability to explain, but has a strange beauty to it that I like a lot. Cag - that is a strange little tale. As you say 'weird and probably nothing' ....but......

Here's my last one - I have loads of tales that I have been told by third parties, but this is a 'first person' thread. The stories are given veracity in a strange way because they come from other 'Watchers'. This is an odd tale, but bizarre as it is you have it on my honour that this is how it seemed to me at the time. I was crossing the Atlantic from New York to Southampton on a large trans-Atlantic liner when these events occured and on the morning in question I was not in the best of health, having enjoyed the ships hospitality the previous evening 'not wisely but too well'.
In an attempt to revive myself quietly and with minimul effort I decided to attend later that morning a lecture on some academic discipline or another (I forget what) and duly made my way into the ships dimmed lecture theatre some ten or so minutes before the lecture began. In an atempt to retain some distance between myself and the other lecture atendee's I took a seat near the back of the auditorium, about half-way along the empty isle. There was I should say fifty or so people in total in the room, scattered around but mainly in row's in front of my position. As I sat in the dim light a couple passed me on my left hand side walking down the isle to the front of me (at this point I'm goung to quote from the notes I made as soon as I got home).

"Something about one of them struck me briefly in the half-light of the hall, as being distictly peculiar. In the briefest of glimpses before the man had passed beyond my lateral vision, I had been sure he was wearing a mask of some description. I studied the back of his neck as he passed and was struck by the thick grey hair with which it was covered. Though I could not have said why in some way it seemed un-natural.
The man and his partner (another man I believe) entered into a row about four in front of mine and began edging alomg the narrow gap between their seats and the ones in front. Since their backs were toward me, I could not see the mans face, but as he sat down in front and to one side of me I saw that his skin, visible now through that thick hair, was dark - but not normally so. In some way that was altogether different and unlike anything I had experienced before, it was almost as though the back of this head had an animal quality to it; that what I was seeing was 'fur' rather than hair. Distinctly unsettled I tried to avoid looking at the man, and my horror can only be imagined when leaning forward (I still had not seen his face exept briefly in profile) he placed his hand on the back of the seat in front of him. The hand was large and blue/grey in color, as that of a faded tattoo, and all over it's surface. But the worst of all was the nails. Thick and horny they sloped to yellow broken points shortly above the fingers ends. I was aghast with horror.
At that point the lights went out altogether exept for a small illuminated area on the podium from where the lecture was given. At the end I rose and left quickly - how silly it seems to write these words now, but I freely admit I was afraid to meet the owner of that face head on."

This was a big ship with some two thousand plus people on it. Over the remaining three or so days of the crossing I never did meet my wolf-man again exept for two occasions when, true to the nature of horror story plots, he was rounding corners or dissapearing into a crowd of people in the distance when I caught glimpses of him. The shame of this story must, and does all rest on me. The poor man was no doubt a really nice guy and it must have taken tremendous courage to venture out just to be gawped at by idiots like me and I say, shame on me again for it. But it was a weird combination of events - a hang-over, an un-orthodox medical condition and a trans-atlantic liner - and as such I think it makes a tale woth the telling.

kevinswatch.ihugny.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=3370&highlight=ghost+riders

Some strange stuff in there!

peter wrote:DOTD - your story is beyond my ability to explain, but has a strange beauty to it that I like a lot.

That's the best part, isn't it.