Tag Archives: Weird

Things In The Dark

There are things out there in the dark that most of us ignore.

It doesn’t have to be completely dark. It could be out there in the woods, the shadows between the trees.


SeegarsInSC Podcast: Things In The Dark

I’m not big on Bigfoot, although I don’t dismiss that there’s something to all the stories.

You’ve seen a gorilla. I’ve seen a gorilla. But until recent history they were no more than a myth. Explorers would come back with stories from African jungles about ill-tempered hairy, giant beasts with incredible strength and they were dismissed by scientists as nonsense.

Legend has it that the first report of gorillas come from the Greek explorer Hanno in the fifth century.

Hanno traveled to the western coasts of Africa, Sierra Leone and the Gulf of Guinea, and reported an island filled with savage people covered in hair.

Andrew Batell, a British explorer, told tales of seeing β€œmonsters covered with hair except for their face and hands that slept in trees and fed on fruit. According to him, they looked like giant hair covered men.

In 1847 Dr. Thomas Savage (Doc Savage?!) managed to obtain several gorilla bones including a skull in Liberia, and published the very first formal description of the great ape.

Paul du Chaillu became the first modern European to see a live gorilla during his expeditions to equatorial Africa.

And mountain gorillas were believed a myth until 1902.

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From Weird Carolinas:

Woollyboogers, Boojums, or Skunk Apes have been seen by scores of Carolinians. Including law enforcement officers, librarians, schoolteachers, and members of the clergy-by people, in other words, who usually tell the truth.

A guy from Mechanicsville, SC, named Cal is among the many people who have been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of one of them in the Carolina swamps, back in the mid-1980s. As he told us, β€œMe, my cousin, and my father were idling up the Great Pee Dee River in a small boat. I was shooting a .22 pistol at some things and while I was looking toward the left bank I saw something that did not look right, but could not tell what it was. Then all in a split second it stood up and dove into the river with his arms stretched out, just like a man would dive, and it never was seen again. We went over and looked for track on the hard muddy surface…when I first saw it, it was on its feet with its knees bent, kneeling down like it was doing something between his legs. As I said, β€˜Look!’ It was already going into the water. My father saw it as it was going in, but it all happened in about two seconds. I don’t β€˜think’ I saw a Skunk Ape, I know I saw one.”

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Now, here’s the thing, I know Cal. I have spent time around him. I know him to be a good man and a good father. I know him to be very straight forward. I haven’t seen him in years, we used to run in the same circles of geocachers. But that’s one account I cannot dismiss. And with that, I can’t dismiss all the rest.

Yes, there are things out there in the dark. Things you may not want to see.

But they’re still there. And they see you.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars.

Ghost Cat

Before Fibble and Geisel we had Smoky and Ashley.

Smoky on the left, Ashley on the right.

Sadly, as pets do, they’ve both passed on now.

Now, I love all my kids equally, but Ashley was without a doubt my cat, as much as any cat can be anyone else’s. I was her human is probably the correct way to put it. I was her favorite human. She was always by my side, much like Fibble is now.

I loved that little cat, so much so that when we changed living room furniture I had to find a chair that wasn’t just comfortable for me but for Ashley as well. She always laid at my left shoulder. (Wow, Sam! On your left!) So I would look for a chair that had a cushion where she could make her spot.

I hadn’t realized until just now that Fibble does the same thing. She likes to lay on my left. This chair is a lot higher so it’s probably a β€œlooking down on the mere human” type of thing.

I’ve been watching Fibble lately, she has developed some nerve issues in her back. Not really bad, just sensitive enough to make her a little edgy. I’ll catch her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, etc. and I just watch to make sure that everything’s okay. She is very important to me, she gives me comfort, and I want to return that favor.

Here’s the thing though.

I’ll see her out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen and then walk into the living room and she’s asleep in our chair. This is all in the space of ten seconds.

That’s not Fibble I’m catching out of the corner of my eye sometimes. It’s Ashley.

It sounds crazy. I sound crazy. But this does happen.

Fibble in her night spot.

I think what I’ve got is a guardian angel. She’s just helping Fibble, her younger sister, watch over me.

I’m okay with that.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Photographer witnessed removal of Utah’s mysterious monolith as another appears in Romania

Ross Bernards and his friends ended up with the monolith all to themselves for about an hour and took nighttime photos until some other visitors came walking up.
β€” Read on www.wistv.com/2020/12/01/photographer-says-he-witnessed-removal-utahs-mysterious-monolith/

I was hoping for more but here ya go.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

The Third Eye Man

I’m going to add a bit from an old site of mine here and there (mostly because I’m lazy and don’t have a lot to say today).

It has been a very decent day. Anyway, here ya go.

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This is an interesting little piece of South Carolina campus folklore. Anyone have anything to add?

The Third Eye Man

The β€œThird Eye Man” was first spotted on November 12, 1949, on the campus of the University of South Carolina. According to school records, a strange man dressed in bright silver was sighted opening β€œa manhole cover on the corner of Sumter and Green Streets, directly opposite of the historic Longstreet Theatre.” At 10:43 p.m., two male students watched as this man entered the sewer portal, and diligently pulled the manhole cover into its proper position. One of the students, Christopher Nichols (class of 1953), wrote for the Gamecock and immediately spread the news of this β€œSewer man” β€” as he was called in the article. After a few weeks, any interest in the β€œsewer man” died down.

Almost six months later, on April 7, 1950, this β€œsewer man” was spotted again. A university police officer on patrol came across two mutilated chickens behind Longstreet Theatre. Feathers and chicken parts were strewed all over the loading dock of Longstreet. Believing that this mess was left by fraternity students or some other pranksters, the officer walked back to his car to report the scene. After calling into the station, the officer returned to the loading dock only to discover a silver man huddled over the chicken pieces. Immediately, the officer turned his flashlight on this man who looked up at the cop. In the beam of the light, the officer could make out a very disturbing face, grotesque in color and shape, and in the middle of this man’s forehead, a third eye! It wasn’t a large eye, but nevertheless, there was a third eye starring back at the cop! The policeman retreated from the scene and called in back-ups. When other officers arrived on the scene, there was nothing left on the loading dock except a few scattered feathers and bones. Of course, the cop who witnessed this β€œthird eye man” was in hysterics, and was never able to convince the other officers of what he saw.

In the late 1960β€²s, the β€œcatacombs” or underground tunnels at the University, were a favorite place for students. These tunnels connect most of the University. One night in early October, a group of fraternity guys decided to take three pledges down to the tunnels for a challenge. Entering the tunnels from the basement of Gambrell, the group of guys headed west towards the horseshoe. As they rounded the first corner, they were met by a β€œcrippled looking man dressed all in silver” (according to police reports). This bizarre looking man charged at the students with a lead pipe, and suddenly the frat boys realized that this was no prank. One of the pledges, Matthew Tabor, was knocked to the ground by the creature, and suffered β€œminor cuts and minor shock.” Two of the older boys immediately went to the police department, and that evening, the first β€œthird eye man-hunt” took place. After hours of searching the tunnels, the police came up with nothing. However, they did take precautions by sealing off most of the entrances to the catacombs, and by declaring the tunnels off-limit to any person, student, or faculty member.

According to one of the maintenance men who still works at the University today, β€œwe don’t use the tunnels unless it is absolutely necessary.” There have been several sightings in the late 80β€²s and early 90β€²s, though most were dismissed by the University Police force. Those who are adventurous enough to climb down into the tunnels risk being suspended from school. Students WILL find a way into the catacombs from time to time, but there is always the possibility that they will come face-to-face with the ominous third eye man.

Contributed by:
Marc Minsker
Department of English, Graduate Studies
University of South Carolina
November, 1998