Cabin in the Woods
(MS. Gulf Coast)
I have always been curious about the paranormal, and have always been a little skeptical. Seeing is believing is the approach I take when it comes to ghost, UFO’s, Bigfoot, etc.
Deep down there is a piece of me that believes there is something out there that just can’t be explained, and I’m sure that is the case with most of us.
My story starts off on a hunting trip that my best friend and I took this past deer season. The date was December 12, 2011.
A weekend that has been branded in my memory.
Chad, and I leave our house around 5:30 p.m. on a Friday evening, headed North to a city in Mississippi called Columbus. It’s a good 4 hour drive from the gulf coast. We arrive in Columbus around 9:45 p.m. and it takes about 30 more minutes to reach Chad’s uncle’s cabin.
His uncle’s cabin is located about three miles off the main road, way back in the woods away from everyone and everything. To us this is paradise. No noise, no phones, no TV. Just peace and quiet. After a long week of work this is what we have been waiting for all that week.
After we arrived at the cabin and unloaded all of our hunting equipment, we sat at a small table located in the middle of this small one room cabin. The cabin had two sets of bunk beds, a kitchen sink, a table, and in the far corner was a bathroom with a shower curtain for a little privacy so you could do your business.
It was well after 12 a.m. that we decided to turn in. We set our alarms to go off at 5 a.m. after a long day of hunting and scouting. The next day we meet back at the cabin and decide to go into town for dinner. We returned back at the cabin around 8p.m. that night and sat at the table talking about the days hunt and making plans for the next day.
As I mentioned before there are two sets of bunk beds in the cabin. Off in the corner is an old army cot that his uncle had purchased from the army surplus store located in Columbus. The cot was very old looking and looked like it had seen its share of battles that had been fought. I ask Chad about the old cot and if it was still useable. He tells me that it was and asks why. Did I plan on sleeping on it?
I told him that it looked real comfortable and I wanted to give it a try. Now setting up the cot took a lot longer than I thought it would and was beginning to wonder if it was worth the trouble. After getting it set up I was ready to crash after a very long day of hunting. I laid down and it’s only a few minutes and I’m out cold.
Later that night, around 1:20 a.m. I wake up from a deep sleep, just staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep when I get this strange feeling. It’s a feeling that someone is right there with you. I open my eyes and glance over at Chad to see if he was awake and he is cutting logs like no tomorrow. So I lay there just thinking maybe it was because I was so tired and tried to drift back off to sleep. I shut my eyes only to have this feeling again.
It’s dark in this little cabin and the only light we had was coming from a small heater. I lay there with my eyes still shut and this feeling is getting stronger. Now I’m at the point where (I’m not afraid but concerned) something feels out of place. I open my eyes and there standing over me is this perfect figure of a man who has this strange glow. It’s a bluish glow and there are no facial features at all. It’s like a person who is just one solid color. This thing then reaches down to me as if he were going to touch or grab me. When he or it did that I started punching and grabbing back at it. Then it was gone.
I got up so fast, and stood there wondering if I was asleep, dreaming, you know whatever. I was awake and not dreaming by any means. I walk over to the table and sat down, trying to regain my senses. Then all of a sudden I get this real sharp pain in my chest like I’ve been shot or stabbed. I can’t breath and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I try to wake up my friend and he does not budge. Now I'm starting to freak out, not knowing what’s going on, or what to do. The pain is getting so bad that I tell myself “this is it, you are dying”. Then just as fast as the pain hit me, it went away.
About 10 minutes later Chad wakes up asking me what’s wrong. I told him what had happen and he looks at me like I had been doing drugs or something. To be honest at that moment I wish that I had. We talk about it later on and have a few laughs thinking that maybe it was because of the long trip up there and a lack of sleep. I was satisfied with that explanation until it happens again back home. Another story for another time.
If you got any ideas to what happen, please I would love to hear them.