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1:03It's at least an hour of driving over ruddy dirt roads to the small town of Sammon in the north. If you need a hospital, it's over two Ios to the regional hospital in Idaho, Folster to Saf. To say that you're in the middle of nowhere, a barn is an understatement. But the seclusion is one of Bonner's major drawing points. That and the odd abundance of tropical fish swimming in the year-round warm waters. You can sit back, relax and take in the surrounding views of the mighty Rocky Mountains, with little in the way of distractions. But Bonniss isn't all that it seems to be in the surface. You see, in event 40 years ago, turn this little hot spring from a local retreat to a local nightmare. On the afternoon of October 27, two truckers stopped for fuel at my parent's gas station and cafe in how Idaho. They were hauling a load of hay or something over the personal repasse headed for a delivery point somewhere in Utah. As a truck fuel, the two men settled down at the cafe counter and ordered some coffers. Sipping his coffee, the old trucker struck up a conversation with my mother and the regulars in the cafe. He seemed a bit on edge, but was normal in comparison to his younger partner. That young man was clearly shaken and didn't say more than a

2:05quite yes-mom or no-man to my mom. He kept his attention in the cup of coffee he cradled in his shaking hands. At the older trucker and the others confused, he brought up a peculiar event that had happened to them that afternoon. So they had crested the pass-marrow pass and were coming down into the little lost valley. As they approached Barney Hot Springs, standing in the middle of the road was well looked to be a child. Burning the truck to a stop, they seemed realised in horror and fascination what was before them. It wasn't a child, but a nod, humanoid-looking creature. His body was slim with long, slender limbs and the squat little torso. The head and the eyes were large and amphibian-like. It was not standing any taller than a preschooler. They could see its green skin shimmer in the brilliant midday sun. Dripping with water, it was clutching a large bundle of what could only be described as hundreds of eggs. The creature watched the truck come to stop, then awkwardly walked over the rest of the road and down an embankment. It was obvious from the trail of water that it left behind that it had just come from Barney Hot Springs. On the other side of the road was a small stream hidden in dense, well obnoxious. No sooner had the creature

3:06disappeared, the two truckers were driving away as fast as their engine would take them. My mum and a few regulars at the cafe took in a man's story with silent summer expressions and comforting head nods. This was the first time strange things had happened and been witnessed in this little lost valley. Of course, a foreman carrying his brood certainly was the most unique story that they had heard in a long time. The regulars told the trucker not to get too worked up over the incident as it could have been the autumn sunplane tricks on their eyes. The reassurance seemed to come the men. They finished a coffers and a few quick gulps and headed out the door. My mother and the regulars had a good chuckle over the man's story and went on with their day. The following morning on October 28th, one of the largest earth quicks ever recorded in Idaho struck the area. The bore peak after it was a magnitude 7.5 and could be felt hundreds of miles away. It destroyed farm infrastructure, roads and bridges. It even killed two children on their way to school with a brick building in chalice, Idaho collapsed on top of them. It was a horrific and frightening day for everyone in Idaho. But only hot springs was not far from the quicks epicenter and did not escape its wrath.

4:08A couple passing visitors knew the springs that morning watched an amazement as the water drained into the earth, leaving behind a stinky, mucky hole. Minutes later, to the further astonishment the water came splashing back into the depression but was now boiling hot. It was a truly bizarre geological vent to see. The boiling stopped immediately after the earthquake ceased and the water at barn is quickly cooled. It's now more of a warm springs having permanently lost about 15 degrees of temperature after the earthquake. The frothman has been seen a handful of times since the initial sighting, always near barn is and almost always standing in the road. I personally like to think that the frothman was just a doting parent getting their babies out of harm's way before the earthquake struck and annihilated everything in the hot springs. Barney hot springs is still a widely popper spot for the locals. No one seems to be too bothered by the idea of sharing the water with a little odd of the Biemann and his family. Someone even reintroduced the tropical fish after the boiling incident killed all of them. It remains just one of the many weird stories to come out of the lost river's area of Idaho where I grew up. Here's another story. I'm a woman and my third is who lives alone in a small house at the head of a

5:11quiet cul-de-sac in the UK. The street is a maze of roads away from the main road, which means that other than delivery guys and the occasional salesperson, you very rarely see anyone that you don't recognize. I don't exactly know all of my neighbors but I do know what they look like and I know where they live. I can recognize their cars, etc. Now this witness happened over the space of a few months several years back. I work from home, so I'm usually in and sometimes I don't have a lot to do. First day was one of those lazy days. It was about for them and I'm sitting on the sofa watching some dust stuff about alien cover-ups or whatever. Someone knocked on the door. I have a surveillance camera hidden in a wooden canopy but the front door saw I checked to see who it was because I wasn't expecting any deliverers and I couldn't be bothered to deal with a salesperson. It was a woman who looked way forward as to early fifties. Very smartly dress, like really expensive clothes and even jewelry. Stuff I could never afford in fact. Most people around here generally couldn't afford it either. We're not an affluent area by any means and this lady stuck out like a sore thumb. She looked flustered and agitated, glancing towards the back garden before

6:14trying to look through the tiny frosted glass window on the front door. I noticed that she was carrying a dog's lead but I didn't see a dog. At it happens, at the far side of my back garden there are two hedges. There's the hedge that I own within my property boundaries and there's a second hedge outside my boundary that's cancelled and along a sort of small grassland where people walk dogs. I know for a fact that there is a hole in the council and hedge which I've reported it to council at least a dozen times over the past decade and they've done the square root of sort all about it. Because of my hedge though, I cannot reach it to do anything about it myself. Consequently, when I saw the dog's lead I thought, oh no, I bet her dog has gone through their hole. If it's a big dog, it's not getting into my garden but if it's a small dog, it might be able to work its way through and I've always got some cooked meat so I figured that I might be able to lure it out. I'm a dog lover at heart so of course I want to help this woman if I can. When I was a kid my dog went missing for a few weeks too and I thought that I was never going to get him back, I was heartbroken for those weeks but fortunately we did get him back and ever since I've been extremely sensitive to pets and need any way I open the door and this woman gives me

7:14the weirdest look like she was expecting someone completely different to answer the door and that I shouldn't be there. To be fair to her, my mum used to live here too so I didn't think much of that we had looked to begin with. Maybe she was expecting her. In any case, I say hello and she sort of just stays at me for the longest 30 seconds before she tries to lick past me and asks to see Margaret. I don't know what it is about other people's mistakes but whenever someone has the wrong number I always end up apologizing as if it's my fault. So that's what I did. I apologized and told her that there was no Margaret at this address. Again, she gives me that look only to stand there's anger behind it. Yes, there is, she insists. It occurs to me at this point that I have a relative call Margaret but she lives about 60 miles away and I haven't seen her in years. Nevertheless, just in case she's got her addresses muddled, I ask, are you looking for Margaret? And I gave the surname, but she just hizzes at me. You know exactly who I'm looking for. What have you done with her? I am absolutely lost at this point. I've lived here 20 years and I know the name of the previous owner so I know that she's not asking for them. I also know the names of

8:18the neighbors and the names of the people who have lived in the street in the time that I've been here and since moved. And none of them are called Margaret. So all I can do is tell her that she's got the wrong address. No, this is and her name and her address. You're lying. That was a tad alarming. I mean she's definitely at the right address. She's not knocked on the wrong door. However, she clearly thinks that I've done something to somebody who, to the best of my knowledge, has never lived here. I don't know how long the previous owner had this house, but we must be talking about it at least 30 years since anyone called Margaret might have actually lived here. It's at this point that I noticed that she subtly wrapped that dog lead around her now clenched fist like she's planning to use it as a weapon. In my youth, I did plenty of self-defense training so I'm not exactly scared of her as such, but I'm obviously getting a bit concerned about the situation that's brewing. I don't particularly wish to get involved in a bowl on my doorstep with the complete stranger after all. I'm torn between shutting the door in her face or trying to escalate the situation. In the end, I closed the door a little so she's got less to aim at and tell her, look, I don't know who you're looking for, but if you think

9:21something's happened to your friend, then maybe just call the police and let them sort it out. Sure enough, the woman's slams have fist with the lead wrapped around it into my door. I later discovered too that she struck the door hard enough to crack the first glass window in the middle of it. She's bleeding from doing it. It must have hurt, but she doesn't flinch or show any sign of pain. What the heck right? Any confidence that I admit self-defense class has started to waive her here a bit because I'm not used to people who don't feel pain. All I can think now is that she's on something and having a really bad trip. So at this point, I put on my scariest force and tell her to get back. I let her know that I'm calling the police and if she's still here and they get here, she can deal with them because I'm not dealing with her anymore. She don't try to stop me from closing the door, but I shove her back and manage to get a closed and locked. I make a point to stand next to the door while I'm calling 999 so she can hear me. While I'm waiting for the police to tone up, I watch her unsurveillance feed. She moves out of shot multiple times, presumably to check the back of the house and I hear her calling up for Margaret. At a few minutes before the police finally turn up, I see her kick my wheelie bins in a

10:24rage, but then the most chilling thing happens. She walks back to the front door and literally stays directly into my camera. Now that camera is pretty well hidden. I'm not saying that nobody could spot it, but most people would only know it was there if they'd been looking for it. Most people aren't looking for cameras right, but she knew that it was there. She must have ibled it previously. When I don't know, but I later reviewed all the footage I had from that day and she never made eye contact with it once. She never even looked in that direction. I only had about a week's worth of footage before it. The oldest footage is overwritten and I checked everything that I had and she was only on the camera that day. All I can think is that maybe she had been here more than a week prior or something. While she's staring right into it though, she flips me the finger and then makes a fur cutting gesture before turning and walking off. I head to the window to watch her leave and she's walking like she doesn't have a care in the world. She doesn't look back and just wanders away. Police finally show up. Good job I wasn't being murdered. Take a statement. I give them a copy of the surveillance footage and that's that.

11:25I called a couple of times to follow up, but nothing. Nobody ever called me about it too. I would lie to this had me up for a few weeks. I moved the knife block closer to the door as well though I'd have sight of any of the windows. I started staying up really late and not getting much sleep, which really didn't help. On some nights I was so tired that I started experiencing auditory hallucinations. I'd hear people who weren't there talking and because this woman was the curse of all of my stress, I heard her voice in the name Margaret Mercival. Every time I heard the gate open it always put me on edge I'd review the surveillance footage every day and eventually as a week passed and I hadn't heard anything else I started to regain some of my comfort and just put it down to a really weird experience but it didn't last about four maybe five weeks perhaps after the first encounter she came back. It was just after midnight. I was in a living room mucking about all my phone with the TV on low volume for some background noise. I had a car door slam and I peeked at the front window. A dark coloured car was parked at the end of my driveway. I couldn't see what make her model it was but it looked like some sort of. I don't know maybe a state car. I think Americans call them station wagons right. I didn't see anyone moving about

12:30but a minute or two later a front gates one open with its metallic groaning and there was a knock in the door. Even when I'm not involved in a blood feud over imaginary Margaret I'm not going to enter the door at the time. I checked the surveillance camera. It's night vision mode is pretty bad but I'm positive it is that women again. I can even see what I think is a dog lead as well and of course she knows I'm watching her because she looks at the camera again and I tell you when somebody is already giving either hippie jibis like this the way night vision makes people's eyes look like solace. Black voids doesn't do much to make you feel better. Suddenly she yells out shut that racket off and come out here now. I had the TV on but as I mentioned it was on a very low volume which was so weird because I mean there's no way that she could have heard it from outside the front door. I mean I couldn't even hear it if I walked into the hallway. I'm convinced at this point that she's mentally almost so I called the police again. I want them to stay on the line but they just tell me that someone will be over soon and to call them back immediately if things escalate. So I'm waiting, watching and just hoping that she doesn't stop trying to smash a window or something. She kicks over my wheelie bins again. I don't know what she's got against them

13:31but whatever. And yell something else out which I couldn't quite make out but whatever it was it was enough for one of the neighbors to come and investigate themselves. I watched the neighbor talking with her for a minute. She's rummaged reading about something, wagging her finger towards my front door but my neighbor is eventually able to get her to leave. He even sticks around for a bit to make sure that she's gone. Sadly that also means that she's gone before the police turned up again and made me feel like I was a bother to them. Another statement handing over more security footage, more nothing. I called up with the neighbor the next day and he apologized because it didn't occur to him to make a note of the registration play. But he told me that she'd said much the same thing as she said to me previously. She wanted to know where Margaret was and what I'd done with her. I'm grasping for her answers at this point. I mean even if she is mentally and well the fact that she's sticking to this Margaret's story and has the right address makes me think that there's something more to this than somebody having a breakdown. But then it clicks. Is Margaret her dog? Does she think that I've stolen her dog? Did she have a dog go through the hole in the back? Does she think that I've hurt her dog? Is that what this is all about?

14:35To be another few weeks before she came back. This time at 3am I'm awoken by knocking on the door. A few minutes later I hear tapping on the bedroom window. I know that it's her instantly. I can hear her saying things but I cannot really make them out because they're too muffled through the windows. It's like she didn't want to get the neighbor out again so she's trying to keep quiet this time. I jump out of bed and put some clothes on as quickly as I can. I try and follow her as best as I can as she moves around the outside of the house from room to room, knocking, tapping, and muttering. I think that I hear a few coherent was like noise racket. I'm pretty sure she called me some expletives as well but maybe I was imagining that. I can't check the surveillance footage this time because she's very painted the lens. Not that it had mattered much this time. She's not lingering by the front door at all. I think about calling the police again but honestly it's just proven to be a waste of time so far and I get the feeling that if I call them out a third time and she's come then they're just going to start accusing me of wasting their time even if I do you have the evidence. They've not exactly been that helpful so far after all. In the end I wait by the front door

15:37and listen to her. Eventually she knocks again and I call out, is Margaret your dog? Dead silence. Nothing. I can't see anything through the frosted glass because it's too dark. I have no idea where she is and I don't want to turn the outside lights on. To be honest, I don't even know why I feel this way. She knows that I'm in the house because I've called out to her but I still don't want to draw any more attention to myself. I end up standing there for who knows how long, at least in dire, probably more because the sun starts coming up. My heart is going a mile a minute pretty much the whole time. Once it's bright enough I start checking through the windows to see if I can see her but no nothing. I tentatively open the front door and look outside. I still cannot see her. I grabbed something to arm myself with just in case. I can't remember what it was now but I check all around my house in the back garden but she's not there. As I'm heading back to the front door I spot the oddest thing. The gate is closed. That gate is physically attached to the side of my house and when it opens and closes it makes a fair bit of noise. You'd immediately hear it if someone opened or closed it when you were standing

16:39next to the front door but it's closed. So what does that mean? Did she jump at summer? It's possible I guess but I certainly wouldn't want to try it. Anyway I open the gate and head out to the end of the driveway. I look around and there's no sign of anyone. I turn back to the house and I see that she's pretty painted liar on the front door of my house and left the dog lead in the floor beneath it. That was thankfully the last time that I ever heard from I saw this woman but I think she still comes by sometimes. Ever since all this happened I get this really creeped out feeling occasionally at night and I always check out the window. I don't know whether I'm imagining it or what but every now and again I swear that I see a dark color to stay car out on the street. Not parked at the end of my driveway these days but I just can't shake the feeling that she's in there watching my house. Perhaps she was looking for her dog and she keeps thinking that she'll see me with it at some point. Whatever the case this whole thing was strange and it shook me I'm still living with it and I just worsted it never happened to begin with. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah it's even better with Chamba by my side.

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18:45the cockyard to meet them. Clearly not one to miss the opportunity to spook some out of towners as we cross paths. He told us to be in the lookout for the ghost of a little six-year-old. He said that she likes to tug on people's jackets, which we took as an opportunity to make a few predictable jerks to scare each other once we were on our own. So we walked around the graveyard for a bit, talking about the various names that we saw, and I made a point to mention that if we did see any of my ancestors, the spelling might be a little bit different. After some time I felt a small handhold mine. My wife is pretty small hands, but she was standing on the other side of me in this also felt smaller, childlike. There was no chill in the air, no airy feeling that I was being watched, just a small child's hand reaching out and holding onto mine. I didn't say anything out loud because my mother-in-law is very religious, and I'm already on the nice with her over some of my political stances, so it just seemed best to keep my mouth shut about an ongoing paranormal encounter. So there I was, walking through a graveyard with my wife on my left, my mother-in-law behind me, and an invisible child holding my hand as we looked at the tombstones. I was completely silent the whole time. I was too free, but this ghost seemed friendly almost. And people say that

19:50I have kid magic, so I figured, hey, this kid probably just wanted to hold my hand and take a stroll. It wouldn't be so out of ordinary had the child in question been somebody that her new and, well, alive of course, but I digress. I slurred my pace to make it easy for the kid to keep up. I have long legs and people say that I walk fast, which caused me to fall behind a little as my wife went on ahead. My mother-in-law was reading the headstones carefully, causing her to fall even further behind, and I realized that I didn't want to split up our group, so I looked ahead and called out to my wife. I was going to walk over to her, but the hand suddenly pulled back on me. I kept my eyes on my wife and told her to wait up for us, and the hand started tugging towards the right side of the path, slightly behind me. It wasn't violent. It felt more like a kid trying to get me to look at something. I was still facing forward when I heard my mother-in-law's voice from behind me on the right side of the path. Is this what you were looking for? I turned around, and sure enough, she was standing in front of a large headstone engraved with my family name. About a dozen of my ancestors were directly beneath us in the end, and a ghostly child's hand seemed to be trying to show me that they were there. I paused and took in the experience.

20:53It was incredible, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude, I guess. After spending some time there, the group of my hand loosened slightly, but it didn't let go. We continued on our journey, and I found myself swinging my right arm involuntarily to a slightly different rhythm than my own stride. If you've ever held hands with a small child while they're skipping rather than walking, you know what this feels like. After a short walk though, the swinging stopped and suddenly I felt my hand released. There was a slight brush in feeling as this spectral hand took leave of my own arm when I looked in the direction that might lead. I saw that I was standing in front of the grave with a girl's name. Apparently, she died at six years old in the early 19th century. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of that headstone, but if I saw it, I would know it right away. And if I ever returned to Edinburgh, I'll make sure to bring her flowers to thank her for showing me around. Now, I'm no stranger to odd noise, and stuff that I could maybe debunk, or at least stuff that I could convince myself wasn't real, like feeling that I'm being watched. The intense kind of feeling with the hair stands on the back of your neck and you start slightly panic, or are Alexa suddenly being on volume 10. It's usually on something really low, like two or three. And then, shouting that it doesn't

21:57understand what we're saying when we haven't said anything. Well, the fact that at two, I'm someone knocked on my bedroom door very loudly. When both my parents were asleep in the bedroom on the other side of the house, only for me to open my bedroom door and no one be there, even after inspection. Thinking about it now, there would be absolutely no way for either of my parents to sneak out of bed. Come to my room and knock on my door, and then make it back into bed in time for me to have come and open the door. I also hear it every noise in the house. I know when they open their door, and I know when they're using the bathroom. I can hear everything, and I didn't really hear anything that night. Still, I pushed it to the back of my mind and told myself that it had to have been one of them, even after telling them about it and them swearing that it wasn't them. With then, about two months ago, I was set downstairs with my mum watching TV. She paused so that she could go to the bathroom, so I went to go and nick us a cup of tea. She got upstairs, and then maybe about a minute later, as clear as day, I hear her shout my name, so I walked towards the stairs, and she's coming down at the same time. But before I say anything, she asks me if I shouted for her. I told her that no, I didn't, and that I thought that she

23:01shouted for me. We both thought that it was creepy, but loved it off, until my mum came into my room tonight and said that my dad, who's extremely skeptical, said that last night after my mum had went to bed, he stayed downstairs to watch a movie, and he had heard what he thought was my mum whisper or shout his name, and that he's absolutely sure that it came from the kitchen. He said that it couldn't have come from any rails because the stairs were on the other side of the house. He went into the kitchen, and nothing was there apart from an open cupboard. He went upstairs to make sure that my mum was in bed, and she was the door was closed, and she was fast asleep by. I think it's become an obvious that there's something with us, and it's start, and to bother me, I don't think it's a ghost or a spirit. I really don't know what it is, but when I read up about mimics, I was wondering if there's a possibility that this could be one of them we've lived in this house for 13 years, and nothing like this has ever happened, not apart from small stuff that I mentioned earlier, so I really could use some advice guys, was this a ghost or a spirit or was it a mimic, or is it the same thing should I be cautious?

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