From: taylors@hubcap.clemson.edu (C. Taylor Sutherland III)
Subject: Re: college story, haunted tunnel
Organization: Clemson University
Date: Mon, 7 Sep 1992 19:10:34 GMT


But there is a ghost or something, up there a little farther up the
road.  Following 28, then 177 (I think), and then a small road to the
right that heads toward the falls.  On that road there is a lookout
that looks over the dam and the lake.  Most Clemson people know about
it if they have not been up there themselves.

	About a year ago, four friends, my sister and myself went up
there just for the halibut (sorry, habit) to look around and look at
the stars.  At this point it was about quarter till midnight.  Normally,
when we used to go up there, the same friends, we'd be up there for
hours.  But this night was strange.  One friend (I'm trying to keep
them anonymous) walked over to the cliff that goes up the inside of the
road, another hung around the car and I went off to do what you normally
do if you stop a car on the road 20 miles from nowhere...:)  When I got
back about 5 min. later, the other girl besides my sister, with us got
real worked up, I mean frightened, about something and told us that we
had to get out of there right then.  We were a little ticked about leaving
so soon, but we obliged and left.

	When I got in the car with her and started driving away, she told
me why it was.  I thought she was just getting scared about being out at
night or something which was kind silly because myself included, there were
four guys with her, and two of us were armed (even if it was only a knife).
But that wasn't it.  She said that she had first felt and then seen a 
sort of "presense".  She has often said she was sensitive to those kinds 
of things and had had previous encounters with ghosts.  None of which really
scared her.  What she saw, as she described it because only she and the guy
that was next to her saw it (my sister was in the car talking with one
friend, another was still testing the cliff and I was indisposed), was a
floating, dim light in a sort of mist just barely materialized, about 10
yards down the mountain and around a rock from where from where the friend
of mine that was at the cliff was standing.  He could not have seen it,
and it was gone before I turned around to come back she said.  When she 
finally figured out the sense she was getting from it was anger, pure but
unresolved, that's when she really got scared and wanted to leave.  She
didn't think it was mad at us, but then it started to move, slowly.  She 
said that it was invisible again when I got back to the car but it was
still there and still moving.

Needless to say, she hasn't gone back up there since.  I did, during the 
daytime but never found anything worth mentioning.  I had been up there
several times myself by myself just to be alone and watch the stars with
no city lights in the way.  I would always got up there with a clear head,
and not thinking anything about anything that might frighten me.  But once
I got up there, and turned off the car,  I'd get scared all over again, for
no apparent reason.  But I never could make myself stay more than
a couple of minutes before I became literally terrified.  First I'd pull 
out my Large knife, then I'd put some music on loud, but soon I just had
to leave.  Maybe it was just that I didn't like being there alone, but 
maybe not.  The funny thing is, I could go back down to the other lookout
closer to Clemson by about 3 or 4 miles and the feeling would almost
completely disappear.  I could write and/or watch the stars quietly for 
nearly an hour.  After that I got just too damned bored or tired and had
to go back home.  I never thought anything of it until that girl had her
experience up there.

It could be completely psychological and we could both be crazy, or there
is something behind it.  I guess I'll never know.

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