Spend much time in the outdoors and you are bound to experience some strange and odd events along the way. Most of the time my outings tend to be rather uneventful in that regard although, on occasion, a rare and unexpected incident will occur. Most of them, if I were to dig deeper and evaluate all the possible connections, I would discover a logical explanation for what happened or for what I saw. However....there's been a few that just seem to defy logic. Let's travel back in time, take a step away from photography to visit a few personal points in history that seems so far away the thoughts about those years come across more dream-like than actual happenings. However, I remember one particular night under the stars as though it happened the day before, and recalling such moments rekindles thoughts of other strange and odd events.
It was a more innocent time of my youth played out in a location where fond memories and important life experiences served to move me along the path to becoming an adult. Southeastern Oklahoma is where I grew up in the 1950's and 1960's. The Mayberry-like little town of Wister harbors a great deal of my youthful exuberances and life experiences. I suppose that is why I enjoy watching reruns of old television shows like The Andy Griffith Show and even The Waltons. There are so many parallels to growing up in Wister to those shows, it is almost uncanny.
I do remember one strange event that happened in that little town and to this day, I have been unable to come up with a logical explanation. I must have been ten maybe eleven years old. It was during the long dog days of summer and the early days of America's space program were moving toward its maturity, but it was during that time when just getting something up there was problematic at best. I was absolutely fascinated with the subject of space exploration including the stars and planets and the night sky. Back then the night skies of Southeastern Oklahoma were clear and unhindered by haze and light pollution. One evening late, well after sundown, I stood in the vacant field next to my grandparents home. That field covered maybe an acre or so and was lined with trees on two sides. It offered a clear and unobstructed view of the night sky.
No moon was out so the sky seemed filled with crisp stars and I distinctly remember how bright they were that evening with the Milky Way haze arching across its breadth. I stood not quite in the middle of that field looking up at the brilliant heavenly arena. To my right, toward the south, high in the sky a very bright star hovered in the blackness, alone with no other stars nearby or at least within some distance from it. It appeared as an isolated beacon and I suspected it was the planet Jupiter because it carried the same kind of characteristic brightness. A few moments later to the east a much dimmer point of light began to arch across the sky moving toward the west just coming into view over the tops of the trees. At first I figured it was an airplane flying very high, but within a short time I realized it was not for there were no flashing lights. It wasn't unusual even then to be able to see a satellite fly across the night sky as they reflected the sunlight, and I was sure that is what I seeing. It had about the same luminosity as the other typical stars.
As I watched the dim light drift across the darkness, before long it became apparent it was likely to intersect the bright light I had noticed before. I really wanted to see that as it would have been a rare event indeed to see. Closer and closer it drew to the brighter star. I never took my eyes off the moving light, never blinked for fear of missing the instant it would cross the brighter light. As it came within a few degrees of the brighter light it began to slow down just a little and as it drew alongside...it stopped. I blinked...took another look and sure enough there were now two lights hovering high above one next to the other. I wished I had a pair of binoculars for a closer look, but had to rely on my eyesight alone.
I stood there stunned thinking I had somehow lost sight of it, but no, it was still there just a few degrees from the brighter light. Where there was once one bright light isolated against the background, now there were two, one bright and one somewhat dimmer right next to it. I remember saying to myself "Wow!"...What is that?" A few moments went by and my excitement began to stir even more as I kept looking trying to see if I had simply lost sight of the moving light. To my astonishment, as I was looking at the bright point of light...it began to move...in the opposite direction toward the east at a much faster pace. I watched it sail across the sky much faster than a high flying airplane and within moments, its movement took it where the trees on the east side of the field obscured my sight of it. The other dimmer light remained where it was.
I was so excited not knowing what I had just seen, I ran into the the house and started jabbering about the incident. The reaction I received from my parents and grandparents was..."That's nice...time to stay in now." No amount of excitement or explanation on my part swayed them to asked any questions so I shelved the incident into the recesses of my memories. Even so, as strange as it was, I know what I saw, and the description noted in this post is true and as accurate as I remember it being, even if it did occur a long time ago to a young boy. Being that the space program was in its infancy at the time, its seems unlikely to have been something NASA or the military could have pulled off.
Fast forward a few years to 1967 and my family lived in Okmulgee, Oklahoma. my friend Rocky and I lived a mile or so apart so it was not uncommon for us to walk back and forth between each others houses. The shortcut took us down a dusty old alley. One summer evening, he and I were walking from our house to his and were horsing around walking down that alley. It was getting pretty dark, but the ambient light of the town provided enough illumination so we could see. About half way down that alley, we both looked up and saw something floating low across the sky just above the trees in front of us, some distance away but still close enough we could make out some details. It appeared to be three different colored lights forming a soft triangle surrounds a central light. It hovered in silence slowly drifting in the sky. We started laughing about it jokingly popping off, "Hey look...there's a UFO...ha ha."
Within a few seconds our laughter turned silent as we looked at each other, then the object again. "Wow...what is that?" and we started running toward his house. By the time we got there, the object was hovering just behind his house, with some trees and an old multi-storied apartment building blocking our view, so we ran around to the other side of it and I caught a glimpse of it through the trees before losing sight of it. When we broke into the open on the other side of the apartment building, it was gone.
We buzzed all evening about it wondering what we had just seen. Later when I went home, I told my dad about it. His response was typical, "Oh...okay."
Some years later I mentioned the incident to Rocky and he looked at me like I was crazy. "What are you talking about?" "What do you mean, what am I talking about....you don't remember that night?"
'Not a clue what you are talking about."
I could not believe my ears, because, well frankly...we did see it and I definitely remember that night.
I joked around with him afterward implying the aliens must have erased his memory or something...he was not too amused. In more recent times I did some research on if any UFO's had been sighted in that area during that time and discovered one had indeed been reported in Tulsa...and there was a photo of it! The photo was not great but it was exactly what we saw that night. Phenomena such as these two events are interesting and not all that unusual and most likely have a logical explanation. I've never been able to figure out just what to explain them, but, oh well sometimes our imaginations can run away with us...sometimes.
I've never been one to put much credibility into hauntings and tend to take them with a grain of salt. However...I would not so readily write off a series of incidents that occured...to me...back in the mid-1990's.
I had taken a new temporary contract job in Denver, Colorado. The pay was good but it meant I had to be away from home for extended periods of time. I stayed in a small studio apartment in Aurora. It was indeed small consisting of a single main room, small kitchen, walk thru closet, and a small bathroom. It did have a fireplace though which was nice, and a sliding glass door to the outside as it was on the ground floor.
Over time I began to notice odd things were happening while I lived there. Between the main room and the kitchen was a see through mantel area where I kept a small box where I placed my keys and wallet and loose change. I remember getting up early one morning to get ready for work and as was customary I reached for my keys and wallet in the box. The wallet was there, but open, but the keys were not. I looked all over the place, bathroom, pants pockets, laundry basket, kitchen, between the cushions on my small fold out couch and bed combo, they were nowhere to be found. Eventually, I rummaged through this cheap cardboard two level dresser thing where I kept clean socks and other things and found the keys buried down deep inside the top drawer.
I could not image how they got there. I didn't put them there. I always placed them in that box on the mantel. Anyway, I shrugged it off and headed out to work. Odd events like that continued to happen. I would wake up in the middle of the night and discover the kitchen light or the bathroom light was on. I know I did not turn them on or leave them on. Again I would shrug off the incident and go back to sleep. The lost key thing continued to occur from time to time and before long when I could not find my keys, I would always discover them in the top drawer of that cardboard dresser. It was becoming comical...almost.
This kind of thing carried on at random over several months, then took another somewhat stranger turn. One evening, late while I was asleep, I was awakened with a start. It felt like someone had shook my shoulder trying to wake me up. When I jolted upright, noone or anything was there. I shook it off as an odd dream...until one night as I lay suspended between half awake and half asleep, I experienced a strange sensation that someone was hovering or standing over me. I rolled upright, and for an instant thought I saw a dark figure standing at the foot of my fold out couch/bed. In an instant it was gone. That one shook me up...a little...and I did not sleep well that night. The rough thing about it was, that was not the only time it ever happened.
Other little things happened as well. One evening while I was watching a football game, a small picture I had placed on top of the small mantel over the fireplace suddenly flew off the shelf. It didn't just slide off and fall to the ground, it flew off several feet as though someone or something had flipped it over.
One of the oddest occurrence happened in broad daylight. It was a Saturday morning and I was preparing to go on a hike up in the Rocky Mountain National Park. The little television/VCR combination set I used had two ways to turn it on or off; the switch on the set or via the remote control. If the set was on and the power went off, when the power came back on the set would not turn itself back on. You had to manually turn it on again. As I was finishing up in the bathroom, the TV was on and playing in the background when it suddenly shut off. My first thought was the power had gone out, but I still had lights on in the bathroom. While I stood there trying to make sense of what had happened, a few seconds later the TV came back on, then... a few seconds after that, it went off again and it came back on a few seconds later. This occurred several times over the next several minutes. I checked the remote control to see if it maybe had been wedged between something that was pressing on the on/off button. It was just sitting there. Eventually, I left for my trip and came back that evening...to discover the TV was...on.
I never did ask the management if something bad had ever happened in that apartment. All I know is, some strange and odd things did occur from time to time during my stay there.
In more recent times I experienced another odd phenomena. I was on a fall season two night three day backpacking trip into the backcountry of Mammoth Cave National Park. On the first day I sort of accidentally missed my turnoff to my first nights campsite and ended up discovering an old cemetery. At first discovery I of course thought it was of some interest as the numerous headstones appeared to be quite old, but I did not take a closer look at that time. My immediate problem though was what to do about getting back on the correct trail. By this time I had already hiked a ways and was tired and the thought of backtracking and continuing my hike just was not very appealing. I decided I would just camp in the woods next to the cemetery.
I chose a very good place to set up camp and went about my normal chores of doing so. By the time I had finished it well into the afternoon and because I wanted to capture some photographs I set about exploring the area. While I was setting up camp and during the exploring I made, I kept hearing what sounded like a child or children laughing off in the distance. My first thought was someone with kids was hiking down the trail. The laughing was random and subtle, almost to the point of being barely audible at times but was definitely something I kept hearing. Everytime I heard it, I would look and search the area visually in the direction from which it came. I never saw anyone, just kept hearing the soft sound of a child's laughter. As I explored the area, did also find what appeared to be the rock foundation of an old cabin. No structure remained, but the squared off rocks were stacked in a neat series of rows...like for an foundation of an old home.
As the day closed in toward the evening, I stepped into the cemetery for a closer look. There over 40 weathered and gray headstones of various sizes many with no inscriptions, just a small field stone placed to mark a grave. However many of the others did retain crude inscriptions...and many of them were of...children. Some of the children's headstones include the name, date of birth, and date of death. Sadly, some of them were only a few years old with a several only a couple of months old. The realization there were so many children buried in this ancient cemetery sent a chill down my back. Was I hearing echoes of children laughing from times past...or was it just the wind. You can watch the full Youtube video episode at: https://youtu.be/DL6reEx6qqg
I have a few other tales of such things, like the Legend of Skull Bluff chronicled in this blog and on my YouTube site:
https://beyondthecampfirebykeith.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-legend-of-skull-bluff-true-story.html
but I will reserve them for another time or allow you to explore the story of how the Spirit of Skull Bluff wreaked havoc on me during a canoe float trip on Arkansas' Buffalo River.
I hope you enjoyed this post about strange and odd events I've experienced through the years.
