This story take place back when I was about five years old. My family lived in a rural area. All houses were wery far apart. We were no strangers to all sorts of wildlife. So, my dad built a ten feet high wire fence with a gate, so he can access the woods around the back yard. I know, he was a bit too protective
One day I was plaing in a sand pile, net to the fence. I had my favourite toy, red pickup truck. Then dad walked by, to the gate, opened it and said:
,, Would you like to go get firewood with me ?”
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Some may not believe my story and I understand that but at least hear me out before you close your mind. I will not say my name, where I live or my friend’s name for privacy and that but I will say where we lived was a well-populated area with street lights, shining on the streets.
This takes place in New Zealand at my friend’s house where I was for a sleepover. We don’t really keep in touch anymore as we’re going our separate ways and go to different high schools. Let’s just say the supernatural just loves me so when weird stuff happens I’m just used to it but always got a good story up my sleeve.
I was young, not too young to imagine this as well as my friend who can back up this experience that occurred. So my friend and I were both around eleven or twelve at the time this was taking place. We were both really good friends and loved to hang out with each other. In the end, both of us agreed to go to her house for a sleepover. Her house was a one-story house where the lounge, dining table and kitchen are basically all one room while the rooms where another section of the house. So I grabbed my stuff after school on a Friday, I assume, and we went to her house for the sleepover. This was probably in the late spring of November or early summer of December as I live in the southern hemisphere so don’t get confused.
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This story is of the scariest moment in my life which occurred in 2002 in rural Ireland. I want to give you a bit of a backstory first, I am true and true a city boy, I was born and raised In Waterford City in the province of Munster in Ireland. I was attending collage in Waterford where i was studying software development, YES i was one of those computer geeks. Every summer i worked on my uncles(my mothers brother) farm in County Wexford to get money to pay for my collage and this is where i was when this story happened.
My uncle was a very quite guy and a very easy guy to work for. I spent the days ploughing and bailing the fields with him and my cousins over the summer. It was the classic off of the books job i got to live with him rent free and get €200 a week. One day after we were done ploughing for the day me and my cousins were out eating dinner on the picnic benches when i seen this large dark eagle hovering over the farm i remember pointing this out to my oldest cousin Sean by saying “Ive never seen a eagle like that before” and this is when things began getting really weird. My cousins looked up at the eagle then look around at each other with blank expressions on their faces then sean looked at his youngest brother Patrick and said “round up some corn and leave it out for it”.
I just sat there in utter confusion as my youngest cousin Patrick stood up and headed down towards the fields. I asked Sean “why are you giving a eagle corn when they do not even eat it?” that is when sean replied “That is not an eagle that is a pooka” at this stage i just assumed my cousins were the classic superstitious country people. I informed my cousin that i did not really know what a pooka is and he informed me that it is a malevolent shapeshifting being that usually takes the form of black eagles and black horses and attacks people property’s and trys to lure them out with their human speech to attack them at night.