tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post4742529029852818479..comments2024-03-28T13:36:34.479-07:00Comments on Rural Revolution: The unexplainable heebie-jeebiesPatrice Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012022335047974670noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-26955919227211230022017-06-10T18:59:07.745-07:002017-06-10T18:59:07.745-07:00We have acreage in southern Florida. It was a bea...We have acreage in southern Florida. It was a beautiful summer morning and I was greasing up the loader backhoe. I had been working everyday for several weeks as we were clearing several acres to develop a driveway and turn around path. I had the grease gun in my hand and suddenly the hair stood up on my neck and arms. I grabbed my cell phone and called my partner and explained that I was feeling creeped out. My partner said get the heck out of there for the day, so I got in the truck and left. A couple days later I went back out there and the flatbed trailer I had sitting there had several tufts of hair on it and in further inspection I saw two large paw prints of a very big cat. I never felt those creeps again but I think that day I was being scoped out by a Florida panther.<br />I now know that creepy feeling and will scat if it ever happens again.wyominghearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11866831359786301254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-49703387629950598482017-06-10T05:51:01.596-07:002017-06-10T05:51:01.596-07:00It was late July of 1969 , I was living in West L...It was late July of 1969 , I was living in West Los Angeles bordering on Santa Monica .For no apparent reason I became so frightened that evening ,I went around and made sure that every door and window was firmly secured. That was the night of the Gary Hineman murders by the Manson Family. While I have had dozens of similar feelings and some very supernatural experiences, this is the only one that has had an explanation . <br /><br /> Dee in the South WestAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-51492857437726393452017-06-09T18:33:17.224-07:002017-06-09T18:33:17.224-07:00Always, always, always listen to those creepy feel...Always, always, always listen to those creepy feelings. I don't care if you think the human mind is processing data subliminally or if you think God is warning you of danger. LISTEN!!grayladynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-65480345282524565742017-06-09T14:14:20.061-07:002017-06-09T14:14:20.061-07:00It's a sensitivity /specificity issue. For mos...It's a sensitivity /specificity issue. For most people the freakout sense is not specific (leading to false alarms) but it's hopefully sensitive (kicking in when it has to). No harm in going with it, or running away with it as the case may be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-3372216014723726172017-06-09T11:52:29.143-07:002017-06-09T11:52:29.143-07:00Ditto again!
God Bless,
Janet in MADitto again!<br /><br />God Bless,<br />Janet in MAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-57217149873922097492017-06-09T11:51:44.547-07:002017-06-09T11:51:44.547-07:00Ditto!
God Bless,
Janet in MADitto!<br /><br />God Bless,<br />Janet in MAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-2464386366100481462017-06-09T06:22:09.079-07:002017-06-09T06:22:09.079-07:00Hunting deer alone in the Black Hills S.D. I came ...Hunting deer alone in the Black Hills S.D. I came across a set of foot prints in the light snow, as i followed these prints into a very narrow and steep canyon, I noticed no sound of other wild life and began feeling the heebies. The hind foot print looked like a young child's print in the snow. Later after backing out, I stopped and talked with the local DNR Officer and he confirmed it was a wolverine. One of the most dangerous predators. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-7848191823267167792017-06-09T05:19:34.536-07:002017-06-09T05:19:34.536-07:00That happens to me at a certain place in a park ne...That happens to me at a certain place in a park near my home where an Indian battle was fought.Bethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-86343971336592575032017-06-08T09:35:31.512-07:002017-06-08T09:35:31.512-07:00I can't recall having any strong 'heebie j...I can't recall having any strong 'heebie jeebie' reactions but I think if I did I would definitely trust those instincts or whatever they are! Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12021355195598601028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-41048993748957385082017-06-07T20:04:54.214-07:002017-06-07T20:04:54.214-07:00The motherlode of heebie jeebies stories is the &#...The motherlode of heebie jeebies stories is the 'Creepy stories from the outdoors' thread (6k posts) at <br /><br />http://www.survivalistboards.com/#/topics/57236?page=1<br /><br />I mean, that thread is epic. Some silly posts, but a lot of entertainment and enough to make you believe people really can sense danger.N. Owennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-85377699502171165692017-06-07T19:49:09.558-07:002017-06-07T19:49:09.558-07:00Demons are real. Jesus dealt with them. I once w...Demons are real. Jesus dealt with them. I once walked into a bookstore and felt dark oppression immediately. There was a large collection of paranormal and occult books near the entrance. They soon went out of business.Susan in CAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18000032244665376904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-6646508813353589292017-06-07T19:42:32.458-07:002017-06-07T19:42:32.458-07:00So glad you were supportive of your girl!So glad you were supportive of your girl!Grandma Ruthnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-68724847874732553292017-06-07T19:27:04.684-07:002017-06-07T19:27:04.684-07:00I like to hike in the woods of Western Oregon. On...I like to hike in the woods of Western Oregon. Once while hiking in the hills near a medium sized city I noticed that someone had dumped trash over a hill by the road. Looking down on it I could tell it was bones, perfectly clean white fresh bones. Just down the street was a place that sold their pig meat so I concluded that they dumped the bones and such here. Looking around I saw a number of perfect big cat tracks in the mud, it was raining (did I mention it was Western Oregon). But the tracks were free of water and shiny like they had just been made. I swear the hair on the back of my neck stood on end as did the hair on my arms. Looking around I couldn't see a cougar but I knew he was there and probably watching. I did take a picture of the tracks (always carry a camera). When I got home I noticed that the tracks on the picture now had a little water in them. That is in about a minute the tracks accumulated water but there was none when I first saw them. I'm guessing the cat was eating from the carcasses and left when it heard me approach.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-35658790658632238532017-06-07T17:15:05.266-07:002017-06-07T17:15:05.266-07:00I go out to the barn alone every night and always ...I go out to the barn alone every night and always feel at peace, but a few months back, I felt such fear that I had to have my husband and gun accompany me for about a week. Now it is all fine again - no idea. Never saw or heard anything! Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18285850978108377533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-70276236423859500852017-06-07T16:25:56.250-07:002017-06-07T16:25:56.250-07:00Oh I can see this episode bringing in a lot of res...Oh I can see this episode bringing in a lot of responses. <br /><br />I was in a grocery store with baby and 3yr old one day. Too early for lunch or naptime but you could hear a lot of small children fussing. Some of them quite energetically. As I was standing in the checkout line with my angelic non-fussing children a man stepped into the line next to me. Immediately the baby yelped as if he'd been pinched and began yelling. The 3yr old flung herself against my legs and began crying. A terrible feeling of the creeps hit me like a brick. I looked around at this man, who looked like a serious gang biker in black leathers and chains, and could hardly bring myself to stand still and not reach for the pistol under my coat. <br /><br />When we got out to the car to put the groceries in the trunk my 3yr old piped up and pronounced,"Mama, that man was so ugly. Not outside, but the part inside that knows the angels. We should have run away." Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-75394852832519761342017-06-07T15:45:12.452-07:002017-06-07T15:45:12.452-07:00Mid 90's, before I got married. I woke up in...Mid 90's, before I got married. I woke up inexplicably one morning, around 2 am. It was summer here in Alaska and very bright for that time of "day". I felt I could not/would not go back to sleep unless I went for a drive! About 50 miles out of town, I was again compelled to pull over and assist two guys and their disabled truck. With no clue as to the malfunction, I agreed to take one of the men, named Daniel, back to his place in town. I don't know what happened to his friend.<br /><br />Daniel fell asleep on the way home, but as I got near his neighborhood, he awoke and directed me to a certain street. This neighborhood seemed deserted; we were the only thing moving, with one exception.<br /><br />There was one dark figure in a jean jacket with a hoodie under it and the hood was pulled up over his head. His face was obscured except for the mirrored sunglasses over his eyes. Though his face was heavily shaded, he gave the impression he was leering at us we passed. He never moved, but when I turned the next corner, I glanced back and he was gone.<br /><br />I can't help think of the similarities between this figure and "The Walking Dude" in the Stephen King novel, "The Stand".<br /><br />Overactive imagination or spiritual encounter (of a bad kind)? Steve Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14373539126705785549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-47996082690043619212017-06-07T12:23:46.349-07:002017-06-07T12:23:46.349-07:00We were camping at a campground last yr, and the c...We were camping at a campground last yr, and the campground host gave me the creeps. I didn't say anything, but I kept a very close eye on my kids and kept vigilant during our stay. The 2nd day we were there, my then 11 yr old dd saw the man and told me she didn't know why, but he gave her the creeps. I told her I understood, and to always, always listen to your gut when you feel like that. <br /><br />I believe God gives His creation ways to protect themselves, and for women....it's their intuition. If we would just listen, and not try to override ourselves with politeness, it would be useful. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-19991258113130202992017-06-07T12:13:00.541-07:002017-06-07T12:13:00.541-07:00Several times in my life, a person or place has gi...Several times in my life, a person or place has given me the jeebie-heebies (what my family of contrarians calls them). Whether or not you believe there are demons in the spiritual realm, we know here are truly evil people in our world. Yes, we have instincts like animals do when they sense fear, even when it is hiding behind trees. God gave us the instincts to perk up our ears when someone gives us a sense of unease, to question in our heads when someone is deceiving or lying to us, and to run when we sense something bad is about to happen. Yes, ALWAYS trust your gut and don't listen to the tiny, pc voice that says running will make you look like a fool. Look like a fool. Just run and you won't end up on as the top news story on tv.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-77521221538827571722017-06-07T11:11:53.248-07:002017-06-07T11:11:53.248-07:00I couldn't agree more. When your gut tells you...I couldn't agree more. When your gut tells you to run, you run. It doesn't have to make any sense at the time. It might never make any sense. But I believe that any time you get an overwhelming feeling of running away from something, there's always a reason for it. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-79714889305927782482017-06-07T10:26:37.580-07:002017-06-07T10:26:37.580-07:00I have had similar situations where I felt in dang...I have had similar situations where I felt in danger for no apparent reason. Always trust those feelings. Once when my husband and I were driving down a beautiful country road in Oregon we both turned to each other at the same time said we don't belong here we both sensed evil, we turned around and drove away fast.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-24205560603330302162017-06-07T09:54:24.393-07:002017-06-07T09:54:24.393-07:00Unfortunately (or maybe, fortunately) I can't ...Unfortunately (or maybe, fortunately) I can't remember.<br /><br />- PatricePatrice Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06012022335047974670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-60119652621275395332017-06-07T08:48:33.188-07:002017-06-07T08:48:33.188-07:00Excellent response Deborah Harvey! So glad you saw...Excellent response Deborah Harvey! So glad you saw her post and wrote. Yes, the Devil is real and so are his many demons. Love RR!!Verahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03756141237330811984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-7731694982019959492017-06-07T08:46:37.272-07:002017-06-07T08:46:37.272-07:00I believe sometimes it's the sense of actual b...I believe sometimes it's the sense of actual but unseen danger. Other times, I believe there may be a demon nearby (I'm a firm believer).Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-11174374316659071162017-06-07T08:35:31.071-07:002017-06-07T08:35:31.071-07:00I'm dying of curiosity: who was the scientist?...I'm dying of curiosity: who was the scientist? I want to see if he creeps me out as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526768924178592295.post-23855970202783378582017-06-07T07:25:24.980-07:002017-06-07T07:25:24.980-07:00In my line of work I've been required to take ...In my line of work I've been required to take a number of self-defense classes. All the 'experts' will tell you "trust your gut". I worked as a child abuse prevention teacher for years, and part of our class presentation went like this "Raise your hand if you have ever had the creeps!" (Most hands go up) and we followed with this statement "Having the creeps is all the reason you need, to get out of a situation. Leave, walk away, tell someone"<br />On top of that, I believe in angels and demons who can and do, operate in our dimension. Grandma Ruthnoreply@blogger.com