Thursday, March 29, 2018

Stalker Between the Worlds: Technology Meets Brute Force




*Warning: Photographs and information in this ongoing series might be upsetting to some readers. Discretion advised.*

This is an ongoing series chronicling a several years' worth of encounters with bizarre, horrific, and taunting interplay between one innocent citizen and a stalker that defies description (at least in our known world).

This was an exceptionally well-documented series of events that may at times be too graphic or horrifying for some readers, but it is our hope that by sharing this experience, someone out there might recognize a set of circumstances that are similar.

We have advice to be given to anyone encountering what I am at a lack of words to accurately describe, so henceforth refer to it as…the stalker between the worlds.



Tornado weather was hanging on in the South. Warnings were imminent. The Walker heard a warning siren go off twice. The only problem is, the town was many miles away and the siren could not be heard from his homestead. 

He pivoted to back inside and the sirens sounded two more times. He looked back toward the forest and quiet country road and continued his trek back into the house, sliding the lock into place. 

After surviving the bad storms, the Walker promises himself he'll take his walk tomorrow, come hail or high water. 

From inside the house he hears someone very heavy running over the porch. The Walker rushes the door, swings it open to find no one there. He does, however, find a dry spot as if someone stood at the front door in the rain, leaving it untouched.




Deciding things were decidedly weird again, The Walker decided to set up his game cam and see who was bugging their house again. 

His game cam did not go off, even for him and his wife going by. He chalked it up to a defect problem and focused instead on the increasingly bad weather.

The Walker gave this blog author a call. While on the phone, it rebooted during the conversation. When he went back to the phone application, he found no record that we had talked. 

This was not the first time communications with the author of the blog were broken. It had happened several times in a row. And, considering he used the phone to talk to numerous family members and friends throughout each day, it was odd to him that only the author of the blog calls had issues. The author of the blog admitted, her phone worked flawlessly with everyone else. 

First the game cam, now the phone. Damn electronics!

He went to put the car on the porch to protect from coming hail during the tornado warning. The sonic indicator for backing up showed something to his right. He craned his neck to find nothing there, even stood up outside the car to look, but not a thing in sight.

The following January in 2017, The Walker went into a restaurant to have his lunch. Sitting there alone with no one chat with, he decided to pull out his phone and catch up on messages. It showed a text from the author of this blog. 

He squinted at the screen with shock when he realized that it showed he had texted me back. But, the phone had been in his pocket and the app not opened.

It looked like gibberish with a few actual words embedded. Some of the nonsensical words repeated. Even if somehow the app opened itself and pocket texted, there was no chance that these words and lettering patterns could occur by chance!



The word Tyngsboro sounded weird. When he looked it up, he found there was a town in Massachusetts called Tyngsborough. 

The word "bunny" caught his attention with an icy pit of fear in his belly. The Stalker had killed a few rabbits, tearing their heads off. One was found on the equinox, another outside The Walker's own door. 

GCBRO he had heard of. They were a Bigfoot group in the Gulf Coast. 

The more he tried to make sense of the random typing, the more he saw patterns in the letters and something else odd, like capitalized words. Tyngsboro was used twice and capitalized both times. His pocket couldn't possibly be that deft at either creating a capitalization or repeating it. And, if it was spelling the town, it should have been capitalized and it was! 

He might have cursed to himself about the damn electronics, but this looked like no fluke.


Not long after the cell phone texting incident, The Walker took his daily constitutional, the quiet and invigorating walk along the country roadway.

He barely left his driveway when he heard a ruckus. At least 10 buzzards in the field were flapping their wings and jumping on something. 

Just then, something stood up for a moment and went back down. The Walker squinted at what looked like a figure lying down. Whatever the birds were trying to finish off, it was big. 

The Walker made an abrupt turn and raced back to get his camera and come back to the spot, but the birds were mysteriously gone including the figure they had been fighting to pin to the ground! 

It seemed rather odd how quickly this happened, as this was from area across street from his home, in the area where his wife and he both heard ungodly screaming before.



The Walker captured a footprint of unusual size on one of his walks. It was at the exact same place as he had found the barefoot print in the light rain a couple of years ago. Same spot the murdered dogs were left, and that was the same spot as the pink ribbons that were tied and untied.



March 20, 2018 - Spring Equinox

Once again, on the Equinox, when other animals were previously sacrificed, the Walker had an experience that shook his evening. He was busy in his home office when his wife called out excitedly that someone was killing their cat.

The Walker rushed into the room to the window where the sounds of something screaming and a cat yelling were combined into a fight up on the hillside out back where the tree line began for the forest.

Just then, they heard the sound of something hitting tin. The Walker recalled he had some sheets of tin on his sawhorse out back. 

He swung the door open, sprinted out to find a cat scrambling from the tin, having been thrown from the hillside. The strange cat seemed to be okay, but flustered.

The Walker put his hands on his hips and stared up into the darkness above and suddenly it dawned on him that it was the Equinox! At least this time and animal wasn't beheaded and limbs torn asunder.

He made his way back into the house, reassuring his wife that the cat took off of its own accord. He slid the lock into place, turning on the porch light, and went back to his office, but his eyes kept drifting back to the window and wondering, why on the Equinox? 


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NOTE: I encourage readers to give that strangely coded text a look-see and contact me if you think you might understand it. Here's my email address - 
ghosthuntingtheories@gmail.com

Out of curiosity, it placed the message into a musical program to convert it to audio using musical notes.




**UPDATE - an insightful reader caught the word 

"Ubuntu" and it's an African term, a philosophy meaning "humanity". It is often translated as "I am because we are," and also "humanity towards others", but is often used in a more philosophical sense to mean "the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity

*Tomorrow on GHT - "Mystery Creature"*

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