My one and only paranormal Encounter

Take this with a grain of salt ATS but I swear it’s true and happened to me and very close friend of mine back in high school. I have no explanation to this day but after swimming in the conspiracy and paranormal world for so long I feel like I should share it and I think I have a theory now.


We were drinking as many high school kids around here do we weren’t blind drunk as I can still recall the event but we had quite a few and were unable to drive safely. The house party we were drinking at was a few miles out of town but off the highway. People where leaving with a Designated driver but there wasn’t any room and we didn’t feel like riding on the box on the highway pretty unsafe and lots of people get killed that way around here, but I digress.

We tell the driver we will start walking towards town and he can pick us up on his way back so it won’t take so long to get everyone home. My friend and I started walking down the highway on the shoulder/ditch towards town. We where about half way far from any houses or light or people but we where in fact quite near very very very old native burial grounds. Sand pits. Maybe pertinent maybe not.

We walked on the road until a sound stopped us dead. Grating metal, like a chain a chains or maybe something else dragging along the ground. It as to the side off us out into the dark very dense forest. It was 1 or 2am pitch black. We stopped and listen and it stopped. We started walking and it started. We stoped it stopped….we grew concerned…and started to pick up pace and then it got stranger suddenly it switch sides of the road instantly. Then it was behind us we could hear it on the road the sound changed and we could hear metal grate pavement. We ran for our lives.

And then we seen headlights and got picked up by our driver moments later. At the time I had no explanation and just didn’t think about it much. And when we told the story no one believed us at all.


But learning and reading about the 411 phenomena and the sounds accompanying it I feel like my friend and I may have been very very close to being taken.

Anyway that’s my story. It happend to me when I was 16 close off to 20 years ago.

It’s the single thing in my whole entire life that I can chalk up to the paranormal. In that I have zero concrete explanations on what we experienced that night. I have had zero other paranormal experiences in my life.

The 411 for the uninitiated is basically people who go missing or are killed and the leading theory is inter-dimensional predation.

a reply to: Athetos

What is 412 phenomena?

A while back, maybe 10 years ago my wife and I heard what sounded like some weird machine grinding but also sort of like a jet engine revving up. It was really weird as we had never heard that sound before living where we did for about 10 years at that point. I went out to my car and drove around trying to find the source of the noise but it seemed to come from all directions even though that was impossible.

I have heard some videos that relate similar sounds to the horn or trumpet, In our case it was not exactly the same. It was very mechanical. I almost imagined that there was some sort of gigantic machine under the ground grinding or something. It was very weird.

Anyway, first article I could find with sound wavs was this:

www.dailymail.co.uk...

Hope that helps you look into what you experienced.

A typo i ment 411. The missing 411 is people who go missing in the woods under mysterious yet similar conditions. I was rushing for work this morning and felt like posting about it and filled my OP with typos


In my experience the sound seems to come a nearby source it wasn’t air born it was at ground level literally on the ground.
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a reply to: Athetos

N prob. THis 411 thing, I keep seeing it. I know I watched it years ago and was impressed but it isnt clear anymore. I need to watch it again. Is there more than one?

a reply to: berbofthegreen

David Paulides

10 books on the Missing subject

3 documentaries

I've watched them all. Very compelling.