Lately Iv’e been thinking about old friends quite a bit. All the strange things we always stumbled upon as kids, how a moment never seemed wasted. Although most relationships don’t last your whole life, it doesn’t change how important these people are. None of us would be who we are today without them. Friendships come and go, thought patterns reshape and grow, time as we know it carries us along with no mercy. Still, appreciation and respect must be given.
What is time? Quantum Physics will lead you down a vast spiraling rabbit hole which only leads to more important questions. An illusion it must be, considering our lack of understanding. Our experience as a conscious flesh and bone human being is only a sliver of what there is to come. Today, I have a short story about something really strange which happened to a good friend and I out in Blackmer Woods, a section of woodland surrounding Morgan Park between West Duluth and New Duluth.
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The thought of missing time is unusual and downright scary for some to comprehend, if it’s talked about at all. That being said, many people still experience this phenomenon on a regular basis. Just to be clear, I’m not talking about medical issues involving memory loss. These are actual missing time spells held by normal healthy people all over the world.
The story begins back in the day, on a warm winter afternoon. My buddy Gary and i were just hanging out at his place like any other day, playing Final Fantasy 10 and watching Skate videos. Eventually around 10:30 am we decided why not make the best of this beautiful weather and get some fresh air. The trail of choice to hike began behind our apartment homes and stretched around the neighborhood, ending near the railroad tracks by the St. Louis river. Usually this walk only takes 45 minutes tops, but not today.
I remember the conversations we had felt odd and the general feel of the environment seemed strange to us. Everything just felt off once we entered those woods, and soon something I can’t explain happened. Now this part is very difficult to put into words, but i can remember at one point the trail we were on changed into a different path for a while, and I don’t mean that in the sense of an actual different path… Imagine walking down a trail you’ve traveled a million times before, and all of a sudden you find yourself on a road that’s completely foreign. As if the trail transformed around you into something new, only to fade back into the regular path again. Both of us kinda felt like we were in a fog while this was going on. It’s possibly one of the hardest things to explain, to this day I don’t understand what happened or where that strange portion of woods has gone. Neither of us has ever found that part of the trail again.
Nearing the end of our journey, Gary and I made our way off the trail arriving outside Blackmer Park. Like a fox Gary’s younger brother chased us down with extreme frustration in his voice. “Where the hell have you guys been?” He demanded. “Out for a walk, what’s the problem?” We replied. He went on to explain how it was after 4 pm and their family just spent the last hour looking for us all over town. This confused Gary and I greatly considering we left at 10:30 am, it should only have been around noon. I can’t stress enough how strange this is, it’s not like we sat around out there taking our sweet time. No, we simply left home and hiked the trail straight through without stopping. Regardless, somehow, we were gone for over 4 hours. There is no way in hell we were in the damn woods for 4 f**king hours!
Something happened that day, and i think that mysterious trail ordeal has something to do with it. So there, my lost time experience I will never forget. Have you experienced the missing time phenomenon for yourself? Curious about this subject? Let us know what you think, and please share your own story in the comments section below. Kinetic Lowdown is an open book, let’s hash this thing out.
Surrounding Morgan Park lies a place definitely worth exploring if you’re into the paranormal. Another strange phenomenon occurs every so often out in those woods, something i can attest to being real. A few times while walking the trails we heard mysterious barking dogs which seemed to get closer and closer without ever showing their true form. No dogs were ever found. I remember trying to chase down the pack, searching the trails up and down only for the sound to just disappear out of nowhere. How could four or five dogs just vanish? From the sound of it they seemed like they were right next to each other, possibly on leashes. A glimpse into the past perhaps? Possibly an old hunt replaying itself? It’s a mystery worthy of an electronic voice session to say the least.
Along with “the ghost dogs” experience and my missing time ordeal I’m convinced those woods contain a doorway into the supernatural. What are your thoughts? Have a spooky story from your local haunted forest? Share your spooky stories and ideas with us! Remember your input is greatly valued, comment below to join the discussion!
“It is paradoxical, yet true, to say, that the more we know, the more ignorant we become in the absolute sense, for it is only through enlightenment that we become conscious of our limitations. Precisely one of the most gratifying results of intellectual evolution is the continuous opening up of new and greater prospects.”