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July 2007 - Page 13
Spooky Alley
by Wyoming Woman
I have had a plethora of paranormal events in my life; however, the one that stands out whenever I think about the paranormal in general follows....
It was Saturday, August 14, 1982. A friend and I were traveling back to Casper, Wyoming from Rapid City, South Dakota, with me behind the wheel. Just due west of Lusk, at about 9:00 p.m., both my friend and I smelled a very pungent odor - something like a cross between burning cardboard and sulphur. I suddenly became very sleepy, as though I had been slipped a "mickey". Pulling over to the side of the road, I told my friend that he was either going to have to drive or we would have to just park right there while I took a nap, because I couldn't even keep my head up. He got behind the wheel, I crawled in the back seat of my car, he adjusted the rear view mirror, and we took off.
For the next few minutes, I lie there having an internal fight with myself. Part of me wanted to just go to sleep in the worst possible way; another part of me was saying, "No, this isn't right; something's very wrong here! I went from fully awake one second to so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open".
While I was battling with myself, the car jolted and my friend shouted, "Oh, my God! We just hit a deer!" I sat bolt upright, and there at the edge of the road was a deer - a yearling buck with nubs where antlers were forming. My friend got out of the car to check the damage. Weirdly, there was none - not even a broken headlight. Needless to say, I was no longer sleepy, so I got behind the wheel to take over driving. When I adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could see the road, my blood drained from my body. The deer, obviously quite dead from a broken neck a few seconds ago, was gone! My friend asked me what was wrong. All I could do was point toward the back of the car.
As we took off down the road, I told my friend that we were going to stop at the first available bar to have a very stiff drink to calm my Mach 10 nerves, which we did. So then we got back into the car and took off again. At this time my friend suggested that if we see anything else weird or seemingly not normal, to think to ourselves, "This is not real." So, okay, yeah, whatever.
Well, it didn't take long before we saw something that fit that category. A translucent, platinum gold fox ran from the left side of the road, got to where the car should have crushed it under the right front wheel, and disappeared! And it didn't stop there, folks. Nossirree!! We got within about 40 miles of Douglas, which is 48 miles from Casper, and we passed this HUGE decapitated deer body. Fifty feet down the road, we looked back, and-you guessed it - NO DECAPITATED DEER BODY!
Interesting note: Several years later, after moving to Washington state, I found a nonfiction book in the library on paranormal stuff that stated that this same area we drove in has been classified by the government and is labeled "Spook Alley" because of all the strange, unexplainable things that happen there. Duh!
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