You've got to love a story by Brandon Faircloth. As a former hiker/mt. Climber I saw my share of weird stuff while hiking, but nothing to report on. It's a great hobby and I've climbed so many Mts it's impossible to tell you where I saw what without my journal. But it's always a good day in the woods. A hallway I'd report, never going near, but take down co-ordinates and report it immediately. Just in case s small child was around and we all know how curious they are. If you do a bit of hiking, always be.careful and don't go without a weapon. Take special care and God bless.
I used to hike alone all the time. But one time in Mississippi in this enormous nature reserve (I was just driving through) I came across one of those “oh pull over and read the sign about the view” signs. So I pulled over because I’ve never stopped in a swamp before. A sign talking about how these are some of the oldest trees in the country. These ugly swamp trees. Creepy as shit. Look like they walk around. But there’s this old set of wooden stairs that leads you down to a floating bridge that crosses that area of swamp to a small trail. I left my vehicle running. Toddled down the stairs. Thinking this is prime photo material right here. But as soon as I stepped on the dock it was literal silence. Like I stopped in my tracks. Because of the literal silence. Like the wind had been kicking all day long. The wildlife was abundant. But as soon as I stepped from the ground onto the dock. Everything including my loud ass vehicle went solidly mute. So I paused. Fun thing with me. I have DID. I got one voice that will just spew horrific nonsense. And my rule of thumb. Is if a majority of the rest of my internal voices can give sound logic to dissuade that voice. Then we won’t listen. Sometimes. The shits so unhinged and no one can argue against the shit said. That we just go with it. Better safe than sorry. I was gonna walk to the other side and take a photo of the bridge and stairs from the other side. I got halfway across staring at the dirt on the other side. And that voice goes. If you step onto that dirt. You will turn around. There will no longer be a bridge. And the only way back. Is through the water. But when I got onto the bridge. That voice said. “There’s something in the water”. What’s in the water? No answer. The rest of em went yeah. Well no shit. It’s a swamp? Of course there is shit in the water. But dude. The water. Was so still. So so so stil. I have a photo of the trees from the middle of the dock. And it’s so still it looks like an inverted image of the trees. It’s not. It’s just the water. But with the whole disappearing dock. I literally just stood there. Because what do you say to that?!! It was the internal knowledge. That at the end of that bridge wasn’t what was supposed to be there. The gut feeling I was teetering on a liminal space. I straight went okay. Fine. We won’t go over there. Can we at least go halfway and take a picture. I did. But literally all the hair on my body was standing up hy the time I made it there. I turned around. Very quietly walked back. Had that aggressive feeling of being watched the entire time. I sprinted the last half of the stairs. Said pull over location was not there on the way back. I was going to go back. Prove to myself that that line of thought was insane. But I watched for it. I saw the places before and after that area. And that area was simply not there. I think about this a lot. And one day. I may just drive back there to go look some more. The feeling of being watched and the line of “there is something in the water” didn’t stop until I was out of line of the water. But I do get curious. What would have happened. Had I just walked off the dock. The water couldn’t have been that deep. Maybe 3ft at the deepest portion. Mayyyybbbeee 4. I stared at the water for so long. Saw nothing. Nothing moved. Not a fish. Not a bug. Not a leaf. Not even a blade of grass. Not a ripple on the water. It was like I stepped from the sand. Onto a dock in an entirely different place. I don’t hike alone anymore as a result. Because what if I did wander my ass into a liminal space?
I absolutely am amazed at every time you tell one of Brandon Faircloth’s stories! Your voice and his stories always are sooo magical and I can see and picture myself in everyone of them! WOW🤯
To answer your second question, yes, I would only try a smart city for a month. I actually fear the concept of smart cities, just because they have the potential to control all aspects of your life and curb your freedoms. Sure, they can help you for the better, but you will find yourself soon in a human habitrail. J.G. Ballard wrote a couple of books about this concept. One being "High Rise" and the other called "Super Cannes." Things did not turn out well in either.
Loved these stories!! Thank you!! Btw, l was born and raised in the bayous of Louisiana. Very thick woods around us. My brother and l used to go exploring. Nothing ever happened to us. Scary or otherwise!!! 🌹♥️
Who the hell helped to design that apartment layout? H. H. Holmes? Love this!!! Sick and twisted and a great way to make your enemies disappear. Just take a shower! 😂 Who else thinks Holmes was Jack the Ripper? He WAS in London around that time... No, I would pass on staying in a community like that. Nothing against those who would, but not for me. Have a great night!
I grew up in the '70s and '80s and my sister and I used to play with our 968 cousins all over the place, all day long, without benefit of adults or phones or anything. Not a single death during that time period among us. We played in the woods/mountains and, what we called, back on the farm.
Y’all know that video of the dude kayaking in the swamp at night in the middle of no where and hearing the church bells? Maybe that’s what this is. Maybe he found the forbidden hallway
Fell asleep in the woods one day. A weird habit I used to have as a teen. I had DV at home. So I spent a lot of time alone in the woods. But I don’t like to be in the woods after the sun goes down. We have big cats in the area. That sound like women screaming. Plus hogs. We are about the same age. I’m only a few months past 28. But I woke up to twigs snapping. Got up. Looked around. Nothing. But I kept hearing the sound of twigs snapping. So I bolted. I heard twigs snapping and thudding behind me. But I looked twice when in open sprints and there was nothing coming. But I could still hear it. So I didn’t stay out after sunset with that one. Also same miracle. Because I’d wander hours away from home into the woods. As long as I was back before dark no one cared. I liked to climb trees and everything else. So the fact that I never had a serious injury while far out in the realm of no cell phones. Like a solid miracle. I don’t think I’d like to live in a smart city. I feel like I’m a paranoid individual and that this would drive me nuts. So id end up being a nut job over cameras and such. I don’t like being observed. Would 10/10 rather no one ever actually look at me. So to be in an environment where there are eyes everywhere is a no for me. I’d rather fight the monsters in the mountains alone any day. 😊
You've got to love a story by Brandon Faircloth. As a former hiker/mt. Climber I saw my share of weird stuff while hiking, but nothing to report on. It's a great hobby and I've climbed so many Mts it's impossible to tell you where I saw what without my journal. But it's always a good day in the woods. A hallway I'd report, never going near, but take down co-ordinates and report it immediately. Just in case s small child was around and we all know how curious they are. If you do a bit of hiking, always be.careful and don't go without a weapon. Take special care and God bless.
I used to hike alone all the time. But one time in Mississippi in this enormous nature reserve (I was just driving through) I came across one of those “oh pull over and read the sign about the view” signs. So I pulled over because I’ve never stopped in a swamp before. A sign talking about how these are some of the oldest trees in the country. These ugly swamp trees. Creepy as shit. Look like they walk around. But there’s this old set of wooden stairs that leads you down to a floating bridge that crosses that area of swamp to a small trail. I left my vehicle running. Toddled down the stairs. Thinking this is prime photo material right here. But as soon as I stepped on the dock it was literal silence. Like I stopped in my tracks. Because of the literal silence. Like the wind had been kicking all day long. The wildlife was abundant. But as soon as I stepped from the ground onto the dock. Everything including my loud ass vehicle went solidly mute. So I paused. Fun thing with me. I have DID. I got one voice that will just spew horrific nonsense. And my rule of thumb. Is if a majority of the rest of my internal voices can give sound logic to dissuade that voice. Then we won’t listen. Sometimes. The shits so unhinged and no one can argue against the shit said. That we just go with it. Better safe than sorry. I was gonna walk to the other side and take a photo of the bridge and stairs from the other side. I got halfway across staring at the dirt on the other side. And that voice goes. If you step onto that dirt. You will turn around. There will no longer be a bridge. And the only way back. Is through the water. But when I got onto the bridge. That voice said. “There’s something in the water”. What’s in the water? No answer. The rest of em went yeah. Well no shit. It’s a swamp? Of course there is shit in the water. But dude. The water. Was so still. So so so stil. I have a photo of the trees from the middle of the dock. And it’s so still it looks like an inverted image of the trees. It’s not. It’s just the water. But with the whole disappearing dock. I literally just stood there. Because what do you say to that?!! It was the internal knowledge. That at the end of that bridge wasn’t what was supposed to be there. The gut feeling I was teetering on a liminal space. I straight went okay. Fine. We won’t go over there. Can we at least go halfway and take a picture. I did. But literally all the hair on my body was standing up hy the time I made it there. I turned around. Very quietly walked back. Had that aggressive feeling of being watched the entire time. I sprinted the last half of the stairs. Said pull over location was not there on the way back. I was going to go back. Prove to myself that that line of thought was insane. But I watched for it. I saw the places before and after that area. And that area was simply not there. I think about this a lot. And one day. I may just drive back there to go look some more. The feeling of being watched and the line of “there is something in the water” didn’t stop until I was out of line of the water. But I do get curious. What would have happened. Had I just walked off the dock. The water couldn’t have been that deep. Maybe 3ft at the deepest portion. Mayyyybbbeee 4. I stared at the water for so long. Saw nothing. Nothing moved. Not a fish. Not a bug. Not a leaf. Not even a blade of grass. Not a ripple on the water. It was like I stepped from the sand. Onto a dock in an entirely different place. I don’t hike alone anymore as a result. Because what if I did wander my ass into a liminal space?
I absolutely am amazed at every time you tell one of Brandon Faircloth’s stories! Your voice and his stories always are sooo magical and I can see and picture myself in everyone of them! WOW🤯
Jericho is a pretty name for a girl. Awesome story, M.D..❤❤❤❤
To answer your second question, yes, I would only try a smart city for a month. I actually fear the concept of smart cities, just because they have the potential to control all aspects of your life and curb your freedoms. Sure, they can help you for the better, but you will find yourself soon in a human habitrail. J.G. Ballard wrote a couple of books about this concept. One being "High Rise" and the other called "Super Cannes." Things did not turn out well in either.
Loved these stories!! Thank you!! Btw, l was born and raised in the bayous of Louisiana. Very thick woods around us. My brother and l used to go exploring. Nothing ever happened to us. Scary or otherwise!!! 🌹♥️
Who the hell helped to design that apartment layout? H. H. Holmes? Love this!!! Sick and twisted and a great way to make your enemies disappear. Just take a shower! 😂
Who else thinks Holmes was Jack the Ripper? He WAS in London around that time...
No, I would pass on staying in a community like that. Nothing against those who would, but not for me. Have a great night!
Greetings from Ghana... Aaaah yes!
I grew up in the '70s and '80s and my sister and I used to play with our 968 cousins all over the place, all day long, without benefit of adults or phones or anything. Not a single death during that time period among us. We played in the woods/mountains and, what we called, back on the farm.
Good evening, Mr. Davis from Northern Nevada. Hope your week is going well.❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Hi from Kentucky, USA!!! ♥️♥️♥️😊
Good evening, Mr.Davis!
I have just found you and love your voice xxx
Hello there Mr. Davis ❤
Y’all know that video of the dude kayaking in the swamp at night in the middle of no where and hearing the church bells? Maybe that’s what this is. Maybe he found the forbidden hallway
Fell asleep in the woods one day. A weird habit I used to have as a teen. I had DV at home. So I spent a lot of time alone in the woods. But I don’t like to be in the woods after the sun goes down. We have big cats in the area. That sound like women screaming. Plus hogs. We are about the same age. I’m only a few months past 28. But I woke up to twigs snapping. Got up. Looked around. Nothing. But I kept hearing the sound of twigs snapping. So I bolted. I heard twigs snapping and thudding behind me. But I looked twice when in open sprints and there was nothing coming. But I could still hear it. So I didn’t stay out after sunset with that one. Also same miracle. Because I’d wander hours away from home into the woods. As long as I was back before dark no one cared. I liked to climb trees and everything else. So the fact that I never had a serious injury while far out in the realm of no cell phones. Like a solid miracle. I don’t think I’d like to live in a smart city. I feel like I’m a paranoid individual and that this would drive me nuts. So id end up being a nut job over cameras and such. I don’t like being observed. Would 10/10 rather no one ever actually look at me. So to be in an environment where there are eyes everywhere is a no for me. I’d rather fight the monsters in the mountains alone any day. 😊
I can't even handle the idea of a HOA. Absolutely not for me!
Heck no. Smart phones are already enough lol
I mean....
Balls