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18 January 2011 @ 11:16 pm
MASTER OF FINDING THINGS.  
HEY GUYS guess what I found! The original telling of my scary tree experience~

ETA YEARS LATER: I'm copy+pasting that here now since I am no longer a complete social recluse and some of my friends are not actually members of ontdcreepy, here it is:

Alright, this is what I experienced in the woods behind my house. It's probably going to get pretty tl;dr.

First, a quick introduction to my cat, since she's a bit important to the story; she was a rescue, and incredibly intelligent. One time she woke dad up because the sump pump was running on dry in the middle of the night (if you're not familiar with them, if they run but there's no water they'll eventually burn out, and are expensive to replace). We had two other cats at the time that weren't concerned about it at all, so I don't know why she knew there was something wrong, but she woke dad up and led him right down into the basement to the sump pump, LOL.

And now, the actual story.

So our backyward backs up onto a plot of woods that's not too big, but still abundant with the most annoying sort of wildlife anyways (coyotes, foxes, skunks, pretty much everything that might want to eat our garbage or threaten our pets). Like most wooded area in New England, it's all new growth over what used to be cleared farmland, so there's also an old property-dividing rock wall that runs through it, with odd gatherings of rocks in certain places. There's also a very large rock planted right at the edge of the woods, think about two-three feet high, wide enough to stand on.

One afternoon I decided to go into the woods, and for some reason rather than going the usual path into the woods to the small creek that runs through it, which was where I wanted to get to, I decided to climb over the huge rock, since I had seen what looked like a clear enough path to walk through there. So I climb over the rock, and immediately stop. There was indeed an oddly clear path there, considering none of us ever went this way, and it led straight to this really weird tree that looked dead. And full of eyes. It was like there were a million creatures in its branches, staring at me.

I couldn't move, out of fear probably, and then I hear a meow behind me; it's my cat, who rarely left the house, standing on the rock behind me, her tail lashing and her fur all standing up. The meow got me moving again, and I pretty much scrambled backwards over the rock again, not wanting to turn away from the things in the tree until I was over it; my cat kept bolting ahead of me towards the house, then coming back to trot next to me because I couldn't run as fast (asthmatic, only two legs, etc.).

So I got inside alright. But that wasn't the end of the story, unfortunately. That afternoon, my sister's cat (this ENORMOUS tuxedo cat that often acted pretty loopy, also a rescue) went missing. Three days later we found him out in the woods next to that very same tree, dead, without a mark on him to show how he had died; it was like he had just keeled over. At the bottom of the tree was this odd charring, like just the bottom of the tree had caught fire, none of the dead leaves around it or any part of the tree; it had burned almost halfway through, but the tree was still standing.


Now back to your regularly scheduled post

Turns out I couldn't find it because...IDK. Probably my fault somehow. I had checked that post before, I swear.

ANYWAYS yeah it has a few details that the summary of the incident from that more recent fae post doesn't have. And here are even more details! Things that I think are interesting/important to note that I left out before:

-Paige's cat; the one that died. I thought I put more about him in there, but I actually talked about my cat. Paige's cat, Tybalt, was a huge Tuxedo cat. He was extremely muscular. I'm not exaggerating when I say he could probably fight a healthy, adult person and come out on top. He was all muscle and claws, and he knew how to use it - but rarely did; he was terrified of everything and spend most of his time hiding on Paige's bed. He also seemed to suffer either from mental deficiencies or some degree of blindness; he walked into walls, could never land a jump properly (he was always underestimating them), etc. And his eyes seemed a bit crossed. But he would occasionally do weird things. One time I was alone with him in the house and walked into the kitchen; he was sitting on the table. He looked right at me (unusual, considering, as I said, his eyes were always crossed; it usually looked like he wasn't looking straight at anything), then jumped at the wall next to me, hitting the light switch and turning on the kitchen light. O.o;

-The music. I included this in the short version, but at the time I wrote that up, I didn't want to include the music, because...this took place during the years of my life where I would talk back to birds and such, and I didn't want to admit that I sang back to the music. LOL. So yeah, basically I was just walking through the side yard, not intending to go in the woods at all, and heard music; I would describe it as a vibraphone kind of sound, but without the percussion edge to it...if that makes any sense? Anyways it was a very sweet sound, and it immediately drew my attention, and I was heading towards the edge of the woods before I really realized I was doing it. And yeah, I sang back at it. My natural response to noise is to make noise back, IDK, I'm friendly.

-The feeling of danger. As soon as I climbed over the rock and was in the woods proper, and saw the tree, I went from curious to full-out terrified - before I could even really comprehend what I was seeing. I felt rather like how I imagine I would feel if I suddenly found I had wandered into a pack of lions. I felt trapped and like I had the full attention of a very dangerous predator. I also felt like I couldn't move backwards; I wasn't just frozen with fear, I felt like if I moved, forward was the only option (that is, up until my cat ran up and meowed at me).

-The after-effect. I do talk about this a bit elsewhere in that PE post, but I'll go over it here anyways. I was so scared by this experience that I didn't want to have anything to do with ANYTHING paranormal for a very long time. This probably contributed a lot to the falling-out Corey/srztanjur and I had later; I refused to continue any of the telepathic exercises we had been doing or discuss any of the things that had just previously been very important to both of us. I think it took me about two years to really recover from this.

At the time, I really had no idea what was in the tree or what was going on. My conclusion that it's some variety of little people/fair folk is based on research I've done more recently. Actually, 'singing trees' seem to not be uncommon, both in faerie-based folklore and modern experiences. I haven't seen anything of that particular sort in the woods since then; it's also worth noting that I haven't found any other trees of that species in those woods, either. I have no idea if the two are connected.

I also have no idea what might have happened if I had gone to the tree. I have a hard time believing I would have been okay, though - considering what happened to Tybalt.
 
 
 
Nina/Mom: Kitten - Faceslivefairytale on January 19th, 2011 02:10 pm (UTC)
That's intense. I would have been so terrified in that situation. I'm glad you have recovered though. Did you see what these things looked like at all, or just their eyes?

P.S. YAY for finding that P.E. comment!!!! lol

Edited at 2011-01-19 02:11 pm (UTC)
like a herd of turtlespoto_heart on January 19th, 2011 10:03 pm (UTC)
They were black in color, or very dark brown; other than that, I couldn't see much of them...I remember them being kind of hard to look at, like I couldn't focus on just one for long enough to see it properly, but it might have just been because I was scared.
Nina/Momlivefairytale on January 20th, 2011 02:51 am (UTC)
They sound so creepy. D:
confessions of a bathrobe werewolfdie_monster on January 20th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
Tybalt sounds like my Jack--he's HUGE and when he jumps down from the top shelf onto my desk it sounds like it's hailing bowling balls. But he's incredibly shy and skittish and also seems to have weird vision--he kind of stares at nothing, makes googly eyes all the time, etc. Doesn't have crossed eyes or bad spacial/kinetic processing though.

How odd of an experience. I'm glad you were ok! Needless to say I would have peed /everywhere/.
like a herd of turtlespoto_heart on January 20th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
Yeah, it seems like tuxedo cats come in two varieties - regular sized, and OH FUCK sized. I wonder if they were bred to fight particularly big/nasty rats or something?
confessions of a bathrobe werewolf: do not petdie_monster on January 20th, 2011 03:59 am (UTC)
Yeah, mom had a MONDO SIZED tux named I shit you not Funkenstein. Also shy and incredibly skittish. Jack is solid black, but maybe he's tuxedo in spirit.