I have had so many experiences, that I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I will start off with some of the shorter stories, and save the best ones for later.
The following was the most recent incident that I experienced.
I'm not exactly sure of the date, but I estimate this happened within the past 6 to 8 years.
It was summer and I was riding my bicycle towards home, very late at night. It was approximately one in the morning. I felt a bit thirsty, so I thought I would stop at a nearby liquor store's soda machines for a pop.
The liquor store was closed, there was no auto traffic or pedestrians anywhere to be seen or heard. The solitude and silence was actually a bit peculiar and made me take notice, as this is a very busy intersection, at any other given time. However, I didn't really give it any further thought.
So, I dismounted the bicycle, stood at the vending machine, and was rummaging through my change when, all of a sudden, I heard a male voice, close behind me, shout, "Hey!!!"
I whirled around in a 180º, and that's when I saw "him..." a stark black shilouhette of a man, run across the road, from right to left, and then vanish behind a utility pole. This is a well-lit area, by the way. I was a bit rattled by what I'd just seen, because though it "looked-like" a man, I knew
it wasn't. It looked very unnatural. He looked just like the people do in those iPOD tv commercials.
Unsure of whether it was a real person, I called out, "Hello?... Hello?" Then, I started to walk towards the utility post, to make sure no one was hiding behind it. I only got about two paces, when something else happened. The payphone on the corner began to ring, but it was not a normal ring. It was heavily distorted, as if it were ringing underwater at the bottom of a swimming pool. I flinched, then started walking towards the payphone.
When I arrived at the telephone, a chill ran through my blood when I saw the phone. It was dangling off of the hook, slightly swinging, and the receiver was broken in half, with the ear-half missing entirely. The phone kept ringing"underwater", "Riorororororooeeee" I jiggled the hook a couple of times, but it just kept ringing that awful ring. How was it ringing if it was OFF the hook, and broken? What was that figure that shouted, ran across the street, and vanished? I RAN back to my bike, and probably pedaled faster than Lance Armstrong, all the way home.
I think it was the next day, that I realized something I never even gave the slightest thought to, the night before. The place where the Shadowman ran from, was the historic cemetery.
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it's definitely creepy.
When I was a teen, I did a great deal of bicycling. I usually would go riding late at night, because it was quiet and there was little to no traffic.
I was probably about seventeen at the time when the following happened.
I often would try going places I either never had been before, or just never paid any attention to. This night, I was out late, and I happened to be riding near a small warehouse. There was nothing particularly interesting about it. I wasn't even sure if it was still in use. The building was shaped like a square horseshoe (see illustration), and in the center was a parking lot. The gate was open, and for no reason other than curiosity, I rode my bicycle through the open gate, into the center of the parking lot.
I stood there, straddling my bike for a minute, looking around. The place looked old, but there was nothing to see, or hear, except for a solitary window in one of the walls, just to the right of a door. There was a light on inside the window. Since there was a light on, I thought for second, "Hmm, maybe I can look through that window and see whatever is inside."
The very instant
I had that thought, every hair on my body stood up, by blood turned cold, and a terrible chill went down my spine. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me, "GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE, NOW
!" I didn't know why I felt this way. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I hadn't even imagined anything. There was no apparent reason for me to feel this way. Nevertheless, I heeded the internal warning, and pedaled my ass out of there without ever looking back.
Two weeks later, as I watched the late local news, I got the answer to why I felt what I had felt that night. The news crew was doing a week-long exposé on local cults. I watched in bewilderment as the news anchor stood by the very warehouse I had been to only two weeks earlier. The news person was at the backside of the building, which faced the railroad. I had never seen that part of the building before. The news guy was talking about all of the graffitti that was on that wall, and then went on to say that the building had become known as "Satan's Hollow" and that a nasty Satanic cult had been squatting inside of there, for who knows how long.
I shudder everytime I think about what COULD have happened, if I had went up to that window, looked inside, and been seen by the Satanists inside.
(Note about illustration: the news was NOT at the building at the exact same time that I was there. I just wanted to show how I had never seen the part of the building that they saw.)
I've had a lot of unexplained experiences in my life, but this is the only one where I could say that I may have had a psychic moment. Either that, or divine intervention.
If you've already read The Warehouse, in another thread, I had to re-post it here with "The Shadowman," because they sort of go together, in a manner of speaking. Though they happened many years apart, in different spots, the two locations are only about 200 yards from one another.
Stay tuned for my other upcoming chilling and mysterious true tales:
- The Heartbeat
- The Shooting Star
- The Lady in White
- The Y
- Drac Attack
- The Voice
- I Found My Thrill on Gravity Hill
- Foosteps on The Second Floor
- and saving the biggest, scariest, & best for last,"Spot" (It's not what you might think.)