A few years ago my aunt was driving me to my uncle’s place. Then she told me this are you excited to see your uncle. I told her yeah but here is the thing i never met my uncle before and this was my very first time seeing him. He lives in the country and he had a whole property for him and his wife.
My uncle’s name is Robert and his wife’s name is Becky and they was very nice and they both gave me a hug and welcomed me in their home.
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My name is John and this happened when I was 10 or 11 years old, so it would be around 1978 or 1979. While I was younger I was involved with the church and this happened one Sunday morning while I was helping set up for Mass. I was the only one in the building setting up when I heard a loud bang coming from the choir loft at the other end of the building.
Curious, I stepped out from where I was and called out “Hello” and there was no answer.
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I’ve always expirienced some form of supernatural phenomeon throughout my lifetime. Most aren’t anything to write home about- easily dismissed by devoted skeptics eager to attribute that knock on the door to wind. Or the full bodied visage to spoiled beef.
That said, out of all my expiriences , nothing frightened me nearly as bad as one encounter three years ago…
It was about two-thirty in the morning. My ex and I had a nasty argument, and I had decided to walk off any lingering frustration and anger.
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This started when I was in college 9 years ago.
I worked for a man named Bob K. Bob was a retired Volkswagen race car driver in the 70’s and had since became an automotive journalist. He had some health issues that resulted in him not being able to lift anything or move anything around.
I would go work for Bob twice a week inbetween classes and usually get lunch and $20. $20 is life when you’re in college.
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Before I tell this story, I want to give you a few background knowledge on me. I am tall for my age, about 6.3″, and I live down in South Dakota. I live in the wooded parts of South Dakota, so I know the area pretty well. I have one dog, and that’s about it. On my daily basis, I usually wake up, make a cup of coffee, eat breakfast, the normal stuff. But this day was like a day like no other.
I had been invited to a Birthday party at my friend’s house, where both now 29, and have a license for driving. I got a text from my friend, let’s call him Mike. Mike told me to be there in five minutes, and hurry because he wanted to show me something before the party started. I find my keys, and jump in the car. It’s about [2:30] PM, and I barely leave my driveway before an awful smell smashes into me. It is faint, but it’s still pretty bad. I just shrug it off, thinking its a skunk or something. As I leave my driveway, I get a text message from a friend who says he’s already at the house. I put the phone down, and start concentrating on the road. That’s when the smell gets worse, way worse. It smells like decaying fish guts, mixed in with duck poop.
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