Paranormal
2:29:09 PM 07.08.09
Phantom on the Appalachian Trail
BY FENU
In May of 1972, I was hiking on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. On a beautiful, cool, early Sunday morning, I was moving quite rapidly, enjoying the perfect walking weather. Back then, the Trail followed many more old farm roads and abandoned rights-of-way than it currently does, and at this point I was walking along a very old road, with a split rail fence on my left and an open field on my right, bordered on its far side by another rail fence. There was about 4-6 inches of ground fog on an otherwise cool and perfect morn.
I suddenly noticed a person walking with his back to me, in the field, close to the far fence, with a dark-colored, long coat and dark, wide-brimmed hat. This person was walking about 30 yards to the right, and about 20-30 yards ahead of me, and was moving rather slowly, looking at the ground, as if searching for some lost item.
I was moving at a good clip, and as I gained ground, the person slowly picked up speed while making a left turn, which eventually brought him on an intersecting line to where I was headed. As he came closer, now facing me, I could see that he was an older Caucasian man with a white beard and was heading right for me while still looking at the ground.
I altered my pace so as not to collide, and when he was right near, he looked up, right into my eyes, with these weird, cloudy blue eyes of his. I had an instant feeling of dread, with a vision of a knife flashing through my mind as I noticed all in one quick glance that his hat, boots (no fog on the road-path), coat, hat and shirt were all of another era. He basically looked like a 19th-century photo come to life. The other thought that flashed through my mind was that he must be an Amish man out for a Sunday morning stroll, since I knew that they still make all of their own garb.
He came so close that I had to stop as he passed to avoid colliding with him. I said, "Nice morning, isn't it?", but he offered not a word, just that scary, piercing gaze. I felt very uneasy as he passed, what with the vision of the knife passing through my mind's eye.
I turned around as he passed behind me -- and he was gone! There is no way he could have just disappeared if he were a real person, as the woods were 50-60 yards away along the fence-lined path, and no human could have covered that distance in the 1-2 seconds it took me to turn around as he passed. I made record time to the next road-crossing, and out of that stretch of woods.
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In May of 1972, I was hiking on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia. On a beautiful, cool, early Sunday morning, I was moving quite rapidly, enjoying the perfect walking weather. Back then, the Trail followed many more old farm roads and abandoned rights-of-way than it currently does, and at this point I was walking along a very old road, with a split rail fence on my left and an open field on my right, bordered on its far side by another rail fence. There was about 4-6 inches of ground fog on an otherwise cool and perfect morn.
I suddenly noticed a person walking with his back to me, in the field, close to the far fence, with a dark-colored, long coat and dark, wide-brimmed hat. This person was walking about 30 yards to the right, and about 20-30 yards ahead of me, and was moving rather slowly, looking at the ground, as if searching for some lost item.
I was moving at a good clip, and as I gained ground, the person slowly picked up speed while making a left turn, which eventually brought him on an intersecting line to where I was headed. As he came closer, now facing me, I could see that he was an older Caucasian man with a white beard and was heading right for me while still looking at the ground.
I altered my pace so as not to collide, and when he was right near, he looked up, right into my eyes, with these weird, cloudy blue eyes of his. I had an instant feeling of dread, with a vision of a knife flashing through my mind as I noticed all in one quick glance that his hat, boots (no fog on the road-path), coat, hat and shirt were all of another era. He basically looked like a 19th-century photo come to life. The other thought that flashed through my mind was that he must be an Amish man out for a Sunday morning stroll, since I knew that they still make all of their own garb.
He came so close that I had to stop as he passed to avoid colliding with him. I said, "Nice morning, isn't it?", but he offered not a word, just that scary, piercing gaze. I felt very uneasy as he passed, what with the vision of the knife passing through my mind's eye.
I turned around as he passed behind me -- and he was gone! There is no way he could have just disappeared if he were a real person, as the woods were 50-60 yards away along the fence-lined path, and no human could have covered that distance in the 1-2 seconds it took me to turn around as he passed. I made record time to the next road-crossing, and out of that stretch of woods.
(http://paranormal.about.com)
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