Forward;

 

The story you are about to read is of the events that my friends and I experienced on a dark and lonely night atop a mountain in Vermont. Whether you choose to believe this story as fact is your decision alone.

I saw what I saw, even if you don't believe me.“

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 Some friends and I were star gazing at the milky way while vacationing in Vermont. It was the first time I had ever seen such a star-lit sky.   We also saw and experienced some things that were straight out of the twilight zone! People who report that they have seen UFOs and other strange encounters in the night are often ridiculed.  For most folks, I suppose that it’s just human nature to not accept anything we cannot see, feel, touch, or experience for ourselves.

 

 Based on what we consider as truth, each of us must make our own decision on what is real and what is not real. With that being said, the story you are about to read is based on the chilling events my friends and I experienced on an isolated dark mountain in Vermont. At the time of our experience, we were a group of recent high school students out for a night of fun. The string of fast-moving events we encountered that evening are as follows:

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 July 18th. 10:30 p.m. A group of friends and I were invited to spend a weekend at a mutual friend’s log cabin in Vermont. The cabin was owned by my friend Tom and had been in his family for generations. It was located on a secluded mountain and was a great place to get back to nature. The group included Tom, his girlfriend Jan, Tom’s brother Ben, a mutual friend named Trina, a guy who invited himself named Larry, and Mich. We were all from the same neighborhood and went to school together, except for Trina who attended a prestigious private school. Trina’s parents were very wealthy, and she was the only one in our group who never had a job. Her grandfather was a state senator and I guess you could say that Trina lived a privileged life. Her only concerns in life were to make sure that her hair always looked good and that her sneakers were the latest style.

 

 Larry was somewhat of an outsider. He was a lot shorter than the other kids his age and did get picked on by some of the other guys at school. He tried to overcome looking so short by wearing his hair all puffed up on the top. Larry really tried hard to fit in with the crowd. It seemed that the harder he tried, the more people didn’t like him. One of the older kids started calling him little Larry and the nickname stayed with him through high school. Larry loved to brag, and I guess he thought that he was impressing people. Unfortunately, the more he bragged, the more he offended people and as a result, they just kept away from him.

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 After we reached a summit point, we finally found a nice spot to sit and enjoy the view. It was an incredible sight to see the Milky Way and the occasional shooting stars. We decided to light a campfire and hang out for a while. I asked Tom to tell me about the old dead guy that used to live on the mountain. "Ok, I will tell you the story, but it is kind of a weird story and you probably won’t believe me! "But first we have to share this last joint I have!“ Tom lit it up and we all shared some hits.   This is where our night of Terror In Vermont begins.   Continue Here...

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