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@Barry the hunter i have had the same feeling up around waikaremoana, a few places i got the feeling i was just not welcome/ not suppose to be there same with lake Opouahi.
Once i was fishing on the Mohaka and got the feeling i was being watched looked around and swear i saw a old fella watching me when i looked again he was gone, un nerved me no end
Not shooting but had a workmate tell me years ago about living in an old rickety homestead of one of the local farming familes while he worked for them between ikamatua and totara flat
Memory a tiny bit fuzzy but his missus was either pregnant or had a baby but only mildy relevant. Also had a bullterrier. Great dog, friendly but protective. This is the main character to this story. Anyhoo the dodgy started going absolutely berserk at a corner of the lounge I think. Batshit barking snapping etc. He had the worst time trying to get it out of the house where it settled down. Did it a couple of times. Was really worried about it hurting his missus. Again memory a bit cloudy but think he changed jobs and moved out and the dog was fine.
Found out sometime later that the old farmers missus years before when they lived there had had a massive stroke in the corner of the lounge.
I'd actually heard the very short version of this story from another guy I knew before I worked with him so he had told other people. House is gone now
I used to stay at an old homestead near Oxford when I was a teenager... There were a lot of strange things happening there. Doors would open slowly and then slam all through the night, things would be picked up and thrown across the room. Items levitating. People saying they felt like they were being strangled at night. Animals acting very strangely.
Weirdest of all was a young boy who lived there would flick like a switch and act possessed. Happened a few times. He'd snap out just as quick as it came on.... Once the family moved out all the weirdness stopped. The kid returned to normal.
I'd be interested to know if the next people to move in experienced the same.
Reading this, I remember another story about a dog behaving strangely.Quote:
Originally Posted by csmiffy
In the late 80's to early 2000's, in The Austrian town of Amstetten a family dog would growl at the floor very frequently and no one could figure out why.
Turns out a guy named Josef Fritzl had imprisoned his daughter in a specially made concrete cellar directly below . He kept her there for 24 years and fathered 7 children with her. How the dog knew.... I have no idea.
Anyone else had a dog that knew when they were coming home. I always thought it was a fairly common thing.
In the book Tarrant Trains Gun dogs Tarrant spends a bit of time talking about dogs and their uncanny ability to predict things.
i used to get the heebiegreebies from one section of track around a farm i used to possum shoot on. it was a 100m section of native between a paddoock and some pine trees. Every time i went through it i got the chills. got to the point i avoided it on moonless nights hahaha
I had to pick up some equipment from Princess Margaret Hospital a few years back, middle of winter and I didn't get to the store to about 6pm, dark as anything and everyone from the store room had well gone home. I had been given the door code to get in, I couldn't find any light switches so I used my phone light to find the right room down the corrodoor to collect the stuff. The place was a bit of a shambles of organization and took a while to locate what I was sent to get but I suddenly heard footsteps coming down the corridor and I thought it might have been a security guard or someone working late. I went out to tell them I was there and got to the door the same time as the footsteps was outside the room, opened the door and the footsteps stopped and no one was there...!! Fortunately I got the stuff and got the hell out. I spoke to a few who worked there after and they said everyone has a rule not to be there after dark (or alone) in those old parts and couldn't belive I had gone in there and wernt surprised at my experience.
I used to board with an old couple in Taumarunui....we could be sitting at table having cuppa tea and saltana cake and the cat would get up and start running the length of the house flat out( was a long house too) "Tony's coming home" would be said and sure enough the adult daughter would arrive an hour or so later. We didn't know about her coming..but the plurry cat did!!!.Quote:
Originally Posted by longshot
My old lady lives overlooking PMH, and I don't doubt it. During the day seems nice enough, but at night it's a whole different story, especially considering there shouldn't be anyone in it. Single lights coming on and off every now and then with nobody around etc, and no obvious signs of security guards to accompany themQuote:
Originally Posted by Billbob
There is a 500m bush valley that i walk my dog thru that has given me the shits for years to the point that i wont walk thru it on dusk or later..
Unbeknownst to me i was in this spot at the time of death of my closest family member. A ruru (morepork)appeared on the left within a metre of me and then a fantail appeared and hopped directly in front of me until i was out of the valley 15 mins later.
I thought at the time it was a nice nature moment and forgot about the spookiness of the place fof a while. My usually overactive dog was also very chill with this fantail hopping literally inches in front of him and not darting off onto nearby branches like they normally do.
The place had felt odd for years before this happened but it just confirmed to me that some places definitely have vibes.
Maori consider Ruru and fantail to have significance with death .
Some places in the Ureweras i can't get out of fast enough when the feeling hits too.
Several years back I was hunting in the pines down Murupara way. I was walking this track that joined up with the main forestry rd. As I joined the forestry rd I noticed this guy walking towards me. He walked passed without saying a word . I didn't acknowledge him as I wasn't supposed to be there, I turned to look for my mate who was about 100mtr behind me to warn him, as I turned back towards the guy, he was gone. where, I don't know, but I had good visibility for about 200mtrs all round. The odd thing about the man , he was dressed like a hunter from the 70's, blue/black swanni, shorts and lace up bullers. My mate never saw him.
I watched a movie on a plane trip about a guy who had a crisis in his life and decided to go tramping, on his own.
All sorts of shit went wrong, a lot in his head, then these big birds appeared and started killing everyone. Sort of fits the theme of this thread.
I think it was called The Loop Track.
Looked like it was set in New Zealand.
Well P. Jackson want to clone the Moa… next Hast eagle and hunting will become interestingQuote:
Originally Posted by 7mmwsm
The bush creeks sometimes sound like people are talking…..or is the voices in my head…lol