Second Tuesday of the Month at Ten after Two

To the reader: This is going to be a strange posting. Think of "The Twilight Zone". My story is all true, but it is weird and to this day it is still unexplained. In fact, I was so frightened at many times, that I would call the Sheriff. I couldn't call the police, because we lived out in the country, 20 miles away from town.

My youngest child was only a few years old. Daddy would go to work and my daughter would be in school. We had a black lab (Lady) that didn't like to stay indoors, didn't like being caged up, but loved to roam the trees that surrounded our A-frame house.

My son and I were lying on the living room floor staring up at the tall A-frame ceiling. As a child, ceilings intrigued me. I would imagine that the ceiling was the floor and I would imagine walking on the ceiling. Boy, walking on this ceiling wasn’t easy, because it was so steep.

After gazing upwards for awhile, I told my son that is was time for our exercises. It was a little past two in the afternoon. He loved doing exercises with mommy. As we did our sit-ups, something outside got very loud. It was a kind of rumbling sound and it was getting louder. Suddenly, it felt as if the whole house was shaking.

 

 

 

 

I looked at my son and then back up at the ceiling. I was afraid the house was going to cave down on top of us. I jumped up, grabbed my son and ran out the huge 10-foot tall wooden front door. No sooner than I had stepped onto the concrete walkway, the noise stopped.

I could see Lady, sitting on the deck at the south side of the house. She was looking up into the sky. She saw me and then whimpered. I looked up at that moment and saw nothing. I heard nothing.

I walked up onto the deck and stood beside Lady, asking her if she knew what was going on. She looked at me, then looked up to the sky, then her eyes went straight south, gazing off into the trees. And then I heard something.

It was voices. Loud voices, but so far away. Lady started barking at the trees. Then, she became silent. She was listening. So was I. The voices were getting louder or were they getting closer. Then the rumble started again. The same rumble I had heard inside the house. The rumble was coming more from the west and it grew louder and louder hurting my ears. There was something above me in the sky, I could hear it, but I could not see it. There was nothing but clouds and blue sky. Not even any wind.

At the same time, the voices were growing closer and closer as if moving in waves and then all of a sudden the voices stopped and the rumbling stopped. Dead silence. I can tell you that I was scared out of my wits. I’m still standing there on the deck with my son in my arms trying to cover his ears and our dog was still sitting there facing south towards the trees, staring and looking.

Then she started to growl, every so slightly, pausing every little bit as if to be quiet so she could find out if she could still hear what was coming. My Lady was growling and that bothered me. I had never heard her growl. She was hearing something I couldn’t hear. I wanted to go inside the house, but I couldn’t move. I was standing there frozen, facing the south trees.

That’s when the music started. It was so faint and so far away, but it kept coming closer. Earlier I talked about the sound moving in waves. Imagine an ocean and watching the waves coming into shore. That’s what was happening. It was getting closer to us. Lady started to bark again and then she grew silent, because the music was almost upon us.

It was a tune. It was a familiar tune, one I had heard before. Dum, duum, dummm, dum DUUMMMM! Okay, I know that as a reader you have no idea what tune I am trying to portray to you, so I will tell you what it was. Remember the movie, “Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind”? The tune they were playing at the end of the movie when the UFO ship landed on top of the mountain and we (the humans) were playing the music back at them. THAT is what was coming through my trees.

Oh my Lord, I thought. This is stupid. Someone has to be on the other side of the trees about a mile away, or hiding in our trees playing this stupid music. But how did they make my roof shake and the rumble over my head that came from the other direction. Were there two people out there playing a really good joke on me? Cause if there was, it was a good one, and they had scared the holy bejeezus out of me!

Not so scared anymore, I started to turn because I was going inside to call my husband and tell him what had just happened. At that moment, Lady started barking again, towards the south trees. There were men’s voices getting louder and louder and then I could hear something that sounded almost like an ambulance, but it wasn’t. And then I could hear something that almost sounded like a jet coming from the south, rumbling and making the wooden deck I was standing on shake, just like the ceiling had done inside the house.

Well, I ran. I ran fast. Back to the front door that was still standing open. As soon as I got inside the front door, I closed it and LOCKED it! Yep, I was scared again. Nobody could do that. I peeked outside and I could see the wind blowing the trees ever so gently. The wind was out of the North. That means the wind was going south.

Continued

The direction of the wind was going to be meaning something to me later as I tried to rationalize what had happened that day.

As you can probably guess, my hubby did listen, but I knew he didn’t believe what I had heard or experienced. And I could understand his skepticism. As the days passed, I forgot all about what had happened.

Another day at home, lying there on the living room floor with my little boy, the sounds returned. I looked up at the clock and it said it was 2:10 in the afternoon. We usually started our exercises with us just lying there for awhile doing some stretches, gazing up at the ceiling, giggling and having fun. I had actually forgotten about the last incident. What I remembered at that point though, was that I was determined to catch this on video as proof. Not but a few days later after the first sounds, I made sure my video camera battery was charged and that it contained a VHS tape.

Quickly I got up, grabbed the video recorder and ran outside. There was Lady, sitting in the same position as last time, eyes and ears tuned to the noises coming from the south. Voices. Men’s voices. I remember turning the recorder on, pointing it towards Lady and then aiming to the trees. If something came through those trees I was going to catch it on tape. I would also capture the sounds. This would prove that I hadn’t imagined anything.

As the men’s voices drew closer and closer, the rumble from the west started again. Once again, I was looking skyward for something. Anything. An ambulance noise now coming towards me, then a confusion of so many noises, so loud, that I couldn’t make any of it out.

Then it was over.

I had decided that someone was playing a trick on me. I loaded up my son in my red Jimmy and I took off down our driveway onto the dirt road. I drove like a madwoman around our section, through the dirt path that went through our wheat field, said hello to the cows and Bully, our bull, as I passed them by and made my way to the opposite side of the trees.

No one. Not a soul in sight. So I went home. The video recorder. I grabbed it, plugged in the tape and watched it. There was nothing on the tape. Not a sound, no Lady, no trees, just blank scrambled tape.

I am not a crazy woman. Or at least I don’t think I am. I knew someone had to be doing this, because things like this just don’t happen. But none of it made sense. And once again, I called my husband and told him about it. And once again, I knew he wasn’t too sure that I was sane. But when he came home that day, he asked me when it had happened the first time. He told me that this was occurring on the second Tuesday of the month. He was right. And that it was occurring after 2:00. I corrected him though, this time I looked at the clock and it was ten minutes after two o’clock.

We would have to wait until the next month to see if it would happen again.

And it did. Except, my husband was going to be here this time to experience it. But he wasn’t. He was in Oklahoma City. What did I do? I called the Sheriff. I told him what was going on. He listened. He listened to my whole story, and then he asked me my name in his sheriff voice. A sheriff’s voice of disbelief that promised me he would send someone out to see me.

Oh, was I feeling like a fool now. There is something about talking to a Sheriff that can bring you back down to earth. But, still believing myself, I told him, it would be too late, that this had happened three months in a row now and that I had already drove around, trying to catch someone at his or her prank. He too, thought it was a prank and decided to send someone anyway to take a look through our woods and check everything out.

A Deputy came out; he nosed around our woods, even drove around the whole mile section and came back to me with nothing. And that famous line of, “If it happens again, call us”. I was thinking, yeah right, just be here next month on the second Tuesday at 2:10 p.m. and you’ll hear it for yourself. And then I decided to go for broke and I told him so. Of course he answered with a “I’ll just make a note of that”.

You would think that after experiencing this three months in a row that I would be ready for it the next time. But I wasn't. My husband was with my son and me on this day. We were about 5 miles east of our home. I had my son sitting with me, in my four-wheel drive tractor as I was working up the 100 acres we affectionately called the School Lease. Lots of terraces, and lots of trees. My husband was tooling up on his four-wheel drive tractor up to me and told me he was ready for a break and lunch. We were too; so we pulled up to the patch where we stacked all our hay bales and got out of the tractors.

Lunch sounded really good. I'd brought our lunch in a cooler. After laying out the blanket on the ground, we sat and ate our sandwiches. It was a beautiful day and we were really tired of riding in the tractors, so we decided to go down to the tree line. A creek ran through this property and we thought it would be fun for our son to play in the water.

No sooner than we had removed our socks and shoes to play in the water, a familiar sound started echoing through the trees. You know which sound I am talking about, the tune from the movie. And you know what time it was, it was 2:10 in the afternoon and yes, it was the second Tuesday of the month again. But the most special part, was, my husband heard it. And now, he believed me.

And the sound of the jet, it was there, the ambulance sounds, they were there, the men’s voices, they were there. All of it was there, five miles east of our home.

You can probably guess what happened next. We rented the movie. We knew we had seen the movie at least once. We wanted to see if the sounds we were hearing came from that movie.

That's it for today, but I have a question. Was it Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind, the Third Kind, darn, which kind was it? And I almost lost this post without copying it; GuG timed out on me! Luckily I my back button worked! :) I need to type faster.

Conclusion

After renting the movie and watching it probably 5 or 6 times, I have to tell you that the only part of the movie that sounded like what we had heard was the actual tune that you hear at the end of the movie. We absolutely could not find the exact sounds of everything else.

We discussed all the possibilities, noting that the wind was out of the north, which led me to believe that it was impossible for the sound waves to be coming at us from the south and the jet noises from the west. But I believe my husband told me it could be possible for it to be coming from the north and I cannot remember why at this point in time.

We traveled all around our home, trying to figure out what was happening. There was an airport about 6 miles southwest of us and we thought that maybe it could be coming from there if they had loud enough loudspeakers. But we proved this wrong the next month when it happened again.

At exactly the same time, once again, the noises were there. We were in our vehicle at 2:00 p.m. waiting for it to happen. As soon as it started we headed straight towards the airport and we could not hear it there. We lost the sounds as soon as we went 2-3 miles south. We were at a loss.

The following month I was by myself and it happened again. Once again, I was ready in my vehicle. This time I traveled to a feedlot that was approximately 2 miles southwest of us. I drove up and heard nothing. I found only one person at the feedlot and it was Diane. She was grooming the horses. I had to approach her and ask her if she had heard it.

Reluctantly, I got out and approached her. I started explaining and she interrupted me, telling me that she had heard it also and wondered where on earth it could be coming from. She never could leave when it happened because she had to stay there at work.

Well, at least someone else had heard the noises. Was Diane doing it? I do not know. It continued each and every second Tuesday of the month at 2:10 p.m. for a total of 8 months and then it stopped.

A cliffhanger, well, yes it is. To this very day. Not a good ending, but it's all I have. For someone to be doing such a thing, I could believe it, but what I find hard to understand is how it felt like the roof was going to cave down in on me.

And I did a Google search on Close Encounters and it is of the “Third Kind”. I also found out more about the tones. The music throughout the film (the five tones that the space ship plays back and forth with the humans) is re - mi - do - do (octave lower) - so.

But there are close encounters of the fifth kind. These encounters are the rarest and are actual communication between the alien and the human.

No more music coming at me from the trees, all I had left to deal with in that house was standing at the sink, wondering who kept poking and nudging at me from my kitchen sink when I was the only one in the kitchen. Every time I would go to the sink and turn on the water, it felt as if something was bumping into the backs of my legs, as if nudging me to get out of the way. This, I kept to myself. For awhile. Until one day I asked my husband (who had built our house and the land had belonged to his family for a long time) what was on the property before he built here. He told me there was nothing ever here, it was just the place where they always kept sheep.

The only thing I said back was, "Guess they were pretty thirsty sheep," and left it at that.

   

   

Comments

I like it Ashton!

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>>>Then at night there would be this feeling like someone was walking

 

Most of the outrageous "stuff" I went through occurred in the Quad Cities..in Illinois. It's just one of those mornings, so here's some impromptu Haiku.

 

Summer night, humid with presence.

The floor creaks evenly, century old cadence..

Stops...outside my bedroom door.

 

~Ashton

P.S. True Story.

ca·dence [keyd-ns] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -denced, -denc·ing. –noun Also, cadency.

1. rhythmic flow of a sequence of sounds or words: the cadence of language.
2. (in free verse) a rhythmic pattern that is nonmetrically structured.
3. the beat, rate, or measure of any rhythmic movement: The chorus line danced in rapid cadence.
4. the flow or rhythm of events, esp. the pattern in which something is experienced: the frenetic cadence of modern life.

 

"A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I love your last sentence. You have a wit and a charm about you that's very endearing, Lynn. Loved your blog. Sometimes we never do figure things out and most times we can be okay with that. Good one for the grandkids.

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"My hubby just chooses not to talk about it." WHO's the big ol' baby!? HA!

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I'm a big ol' baby too. That's why I don't even stay here by myself at night. My mom laughs and trys to make it better by saying it's probably my uncle or grandfather. My hubby just chooses not to talk about it. Don't blame him. lol

Well, according to Sylvia Browne all you have to do is tell them to go back where they came from. Can't hurt - might help.

I'd like to think I would be more curious than anything but underneath it all I am a big ol' baby. Your house would probably creep me out too even as awesome as it probably is.

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Ashton I think I would of said **** this were out of here after I started hearing the voices. I get so creeped out by that stuff. We live in a house built in the early 1900's. I had a weird feeling about this house when we first moved in I think the first 6 months we sleepless nights for me and the hubby because every sound I heard I would make him get up. lol Then at night there would be this feeling like someone was walking. I just don't know to weird to explain. I better stop talking before I have another sleepless night. lol

More cliffhanger! You have me on pins and needles. I love the way you write! And, for the record, I believe you, Lynn.

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WHOA! As many times as I thought it might be kind of neat to come upon a sprite or something of that nature, your redition made me realize how scary that moment might actually be. You could write a book for as real as it felt to me!

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 You know, I never did.  It was the way they acted, (as if I was crazy), so I decided poo on them. 

If I was standing on a fish, I'd slip and fall......

 Ashton~

I know I'd be getting out of there as fast as I could.  Woods and trees at night scare me.  And it's my dad's fault.  He loved scaring me when we went for walks through the woods.  He still kids me to this day.

I loved how you described this experience.  You had me there sitting with you and listening to my heartbeat! 

I have had many strange experiences, but thankfully for my sanity, eventually someone else would witness it, except for one and a government debriefing took care of that.

I laughed out loud at the **** this, we're out of here.  :)

I just reread your quote.  "A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days."  How true. 

If I was standing on a fish, I'd slip and fall......

Ash, your story gave me goose-bumps!! Sheesh. Wink

~A. 

-|- Confucius says: Crowded elevator smells different to midget. -|-

 

Ahhh! A cliff-hanger! Did you call the sheriff's office again?

~A. 

-|- Confucius says: Crowded elevator smells different to midget. -|-

 

Lynn, this is good stuff...

I spent my adolescence researching anything related to weird phenomenon...and definitely have stories that would raise the hair on your arms. To this day, I wonder how much was psychosomatic and how much was actually experienced.

Here's a short (and my last experience) one.

Me and my girlfriend of the time, about ten years ago, drove into the depths of the Olympic Peninsula National Park in the Northwest corner of Washington State.

It was late, around eleven P.M., as we slowly worked our way around winding old logging roads in what was, and still, the majestic remnants of the only old growth rainforest in the continental United States.

After making numerous turns on winding steep switchbacks, we desperately sought out a level place to park and place our pup tent. Eventually we settled on a small pullout overlooking a thick old growth ravine, where you could faintly here the distant creek that the forest covered.

Under a rare cloudless half moonlit sky, we sat on the edge of the dirt road overlooking the ravine in stillness, the kind of stillness that is so silent you can hear the beating of your heart and the whine of your ears straining to make sense of the surroundings.

We had driven from Salem, Oregon that day and were exhausted by the continual rolling beauty that the Pacific Northwest offers, so when my ears began to pick up half-human like chatter, it was quickly written off to the burbling of the distant brook behind the trees. When the chatter became interlaced with soft giggling, I raised my head and strained to hear more clearer, but still neglected to point this out to my partner.

When the giggling stopped to be replaced by the most faintest sound of a chainsaw, whining as it strained to work its way through some massive woody object, sometimes fading in...sometimes fading out, I finally turned to my girlfriend and asked. "Do you hear that?"

"The chainsaw?", she replied.

"Yes, and the giggling and conversation?"

"Yes, but I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me."

We were miles from anywhere, including decent camping areas, having spent the last hour and half becoming lost on roads that may, at best, see a car or two a day...and it was after midnight.

We strained to listen closer. The chatter and giggling began to waft back over our ears, interspersed from time to time with the whining distant chainsaw.

And then I heard the most complete sentence of the night...

"Wont you come out and play with us?"

Wide-eyed and shaken, I looked at my girlfriend and said.

"fudge this, we're out of here".

Down the steep switchbacks we drove, discussing the possibilities of fairies or spirits that may have been angered by past man's intrusions, till we reached the base of the park and its subsequent developed camping areas.

True Story.

The girlfriend never did hear the complete sentence I heard.

"A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 Okay, I added more today and tomorrow I should be able to finish it.  

:)

Lynn 

 

 

If I was standing on a fish, I'd slip and fall......

WOW!!! I'm very intrigued. Can't wait to read what happened next. :)

More More More......

Leave them wondering~

ooooh i can't wait to hear the end. this is very interesting.

What a scary thing that was... Cliffhanger!!

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Lynn seems like it's going to be a great story. I to get scared when I'm all alone. Seems like my ears hear every little sound. lol Can't wait to hear more of the story :]

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