The Land Remembers

Some friends and I were doing some night fishing on the James River.  We were sitting along the shoreline with a nice fire going accompanied by the usual idle talk and a few beers, when suddenly everyone just stopped talking like a switch was flipped off.

We were all staring across the river and felt as if something or someone was staring back.  It was a very uneasy feeling, to which some of the group tried to shake off with the typical macho humor, when a bloodcurdling sound erupted from the other shore that froze everyone in their tracks. This sound was unlike any other that I had heard and it made every hair on my body vibrate and tingle. The only way I can describe it is it sounded like a wild person with no language skills being gutted alive. No words, just this high pitched bloodcurdling scream. Nobody moved or said a word. We all just sat there fixed in our stare, when just as suddenly a second scream was let loose with even more force than the first.

By this time, several of us were sprinting to our trucks that were parked within 20 or 30 feet and retrieving various firearms.  We all sat there quietly with our eyes fixed staring toward the opposite shore watching the light from our fire reflecting off the rocks.  Hours later we packed it up and left, feeling very unsettled.  We never did figure that one out or even hazard a guess as to what was on the opposite bank.

There was a great Indian battle against the pursuing whites in that area when the west was being fought.  I will not camp there ever again.  I was told that the land remembers, and that’s fine, I just don’t need to be there when it’s remembering.

From: http://ghostsnghouls.com/2012/05/23/creepy-stories-woods/

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