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Lac La Hache, British
Columbia is a strange little town. I lived there for 2
years as a teenager and experienced many strange things
there. The one I'm about to share with you I have never
been able to explain or find an answer for.
One night, I was in a car
with a friend, my boyfriend, and his friend. We were
all completely sober and all four of us experienced the
same thing. We were driving down a stretch of highway
between Lac La Hache and 108 Mile House late at night.
In that part of the province there are no street lights
and very little traffic at all. We were the only car on
the road when this happened. We were driving when all
of a sudden the car was jolted. It felt like we had hit
something...perhaps an animal or a large rock on the
road. At the same time that we felt like we had hit
something, I felt what felt like a whip on the backs of
my thighs, near my knees, on the part of my leg that
overhung the seat of the car. It hurt, let me tell
you.
Anyway, we pulled over and
got out of the car. We kept the headlights on and
pulled a couple of flashlights out of the trunk. We
looked all around for signs of damage to the car and for
that animal or rock we thought we had hit. We backed
up, looked in the ditch on both sides of the
highway...nothing. The car didn't have a single dent,
no fur, no blood...nothing. Also, there was no animal
or rock, at least that we could find.
When we got back to my place, I was still feeling that
burning pain on the backs of my thighs.
I took my pants off and
stood in front of the mirror, looked behind me, and sure
enough, there was a long raised red welt across the back
of each of my thighs, each about a half inch wide and 4
or 5 inches long.
I wish I could explain what happened that night. It
really freaked us out and continues to haunt at least me
until this day. I was the only one with welts, maybe
that's why I am looking for answers.
Report 2-
This is a recollection of
what happened to me as a teenager living in my
grandparent’s house in Lac La Hache, British Columbia.
In 1993 I moved up there to
live with my mom, brother and grandparents in their
home. Only having three bedrooms, I was relegated to
sleep on the hideaway bed in the den in the basement.
About three months after I
moved in is when I started to experience the most
terrifying episodes in my life. I would be laying in
bed trying to fall asleep when I would feel something
either sit on the edge of my bed or actually feel the
covers being lifted and something climb right into bed
with me!
Never in my life, either
before then or since then, have I actually been
paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move, or make the
slightest sound. I never actually saw anything as I
sleep on my side, and it would always happen behind my
back, but I could sure hear the creaking springs and
feel the pressure and bouncing motion as that thing sat
on or got into my bed.
After about a month of it,
I convinced my brother to trade rooms with me. He
didn't actually feel anything get into his bed, but he,
along with a few of our friends, heard strange whispers
and experienced the room get freezing cold in just a
second.
Even now, thinking about it
scares me. I hate that basement!
Thank you to our
witnesses. If you would like to submit a report, or
comment on the above report, please contact Heather@psican.org
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