3 weeks ago
My first story on this page is a recent experience from @cpt.retro and @totoafrica88 . Last Sunday at sunset, the couple took a late evening walk in a very spooky area of @stonesrivernps . This area is historically referred to as the Slaughter Pen, named from the amount of blood and bodies that piled between the large stones.
As the couple walked along the path, the woods around them felt as if they were warm, like standing next to an oven. There was some heat coming from it. However, in certain spots, a cold cloud would lay amongst their feet, as if someone had laid there to die. Their spirit remained, wounded, cold, and helpless. They searched for more spots and took pictures, hoping to find a spirit in their camera roll.
They reached to stones in the Slaughter Pen. The massive boulders stood out in the dark like white clouds in a night sky. The air was heavy and hard to move through, ad if their bones were made of stone. The drag of this mass grave weighed on the couple.
After a little fascination with the spirits, they headed back to the car. As they started back, Cpt. Retro heard a sound behind him, like someone threw something. Totoafrica stood froze. Her phone lay in the grass seven feet from her and the pathway. Fear chilled the air. "i didn't do that....," She said. "It was pushed out of my hands!..."
He was hesitant to pick up the phone but did so, and they walked back. The long dark path back to the car felt completely different. It was like the trees had eyes, and the darkness was heavy. It felt like a spiritual ambush. This long path seemed to stretch as they took every step.
Finally, they made it to the car..
Time to go home and breathe..