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I am Melissa George, a South Carolina Native. I am a freelance Web
and Graphics designer by trade. However, in this past year, I have come
to be an Author. I have written two books telling about my family’s
journey of living with a paranormal entity along
with a Bigfoot book of true encounters.
My family lived with a shadow person that only had one thing in
mind, and that was to destroy us. It nearly accomplished killing me and
destroying our family. We found help just in time with Carolina Society
for Paranormal Research and Investigations.
These people not only gave us hope. They stepped up and entered this
journey along side us. My family ended up joining the team and
eventually becoming board members. This team branched out in the Cryptid
direction. Being a Cryptid lover, my family jumped at
the chance to co-found Carolina Cryptid Crew. Little did we know then we
were about to become the center of media attention and have Bigfoot
step right of the pages of myth and legend and into our research area.
Melissa George
I Believe
My husband Marty and I along with our daughter in law Cari had made
a couple of trips out into the woods to look around. We came across a
small area that was bare of trees. The ground was mostly red dirt here,
so we thought it would be a good place to
look for footprints. I remember the three of us walking around this area
with our heads down, being very careful where we stepped.
My eyes went to something that looked like a heal print, oh my. Further
up it got wider, yes, that’s where the toes would be. I am standing here
looking at a very large bare footprint. All sorts of emotions flooded
through me in a split second. I stepped back
and looked again. It was unmistakable. It validated the tree structures
and the wood knocks. It was here! Or it had walked through here! Was it
watching us now? I felt the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I slowly looked up and peered into the darkened
forest. It
could very well be standing in the shadows where the sun does not penetrate.
Hey guys, come here. I know they could here the emotions in my voice.
They were both by my side in seconds. Looking down to see what I was
looking at.
OH MY GOD! Cari exclaimed.
Get the ruler, Marty said. I handed him the ruler. He knelt down to measure the abnormally large footprint.
Eleven inches long.
It was a very strange feeling to be standing there looking down at this
big footprint, knowing that the huge animal that made this had walked
through here. It was just a short walk to my backdoor. I was not sure
how I felt about this. I just could not fully
accept what I was seeing. It was right there in my
face, and I still couldn’t accept that we had a Bigfoot nearby. My mind
was not wiling to accept what my eyes had just seen the three of us
continued to look for more prints. We found another one the same size,
then a smaller one. I still could not believe
it. We took photos and videos of these footprints. But they just weren’t
deep enough to cast. I would have loved to been able to make a cast of
what we had just witnessed. But I guess it was not meant to be.
Haunted Doll
By: Melissa George
A few years ago, back before I ever realized that I shared my home with a
dark entity. I was hooked on EBay. I loved the thrill of winning the
bid for the lowest amount of money possible. And I actually got some
good bargains this way. Well, I had been browsing
through the ads one morning and I came across this porcelain doll. She
was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. I am not a doll collector
in any fashion. However, I wanted her so badly. She was simply breath
taking in a green plaid dress with a ruffled
petticoat showing. She had long red braids that ended with bows to match
her dress.. Her eyes were the most beautiful blue. I put in my bid and
waited. I upped my bid a few times through out the day, as I really
wanted to win her. I knew the exact spot she
would be sitting out in my son room. I went to bed that night thinking
of her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The next
morning I made mine and Marty's coffee and sat down to check my email. I
had won the bid! She was going to be shipped to
me today! I was so thrilled. I told Marty that morning that I had won a
doll in a bid. He was a bit shocked since I was not a doll collector. I
told him how beautiful she was. He said she really must be for her to
make such an impression on me. I could not
wait for her to arrive! Later that day I got an email from the seller.
She told me that this was one of many dolls that she had bought in an
estate sale and she would send me the paper work with her. She said she
had a few errands to run that morning, then
she would come back home to pack up the doll and she would be shipped
that night. That was fine with me; I could wait an extra day. After all,
she was mine now.
Later that day I received a strange email from the seller.
She told me she had been out running errands that day and had left the
doll sitting on her desk. She said the doll had sat in the same place on
her desk for the past few months. However, when she returned home that
morning the doll was sitting across the room
on the floor. I thought to myself, Ok, this woman is going to try to
convince me that this is a haunted doll and ask for more money. She
explained that she lived alone so there was no one that could have
possibly moved the doll from her desk. I didn't think
too much of this email, However I did wonder what her motive was for
telling me this. I showed the email to Marty that evening, we both had a
good laugh out of it. Just as we were laughing at this email, something
crashed in the back part of the house. We were
the only two home and there were no dogs in the house. We went to look
but found nothing out of place. This would happen two more times that
night. The doll showed up the next day by UPS. She was in a package that
looked to be way to small to contain her, and
as I opened the box the contents seemed to be chewed, but it was chewed
up on the inside of the box, not the outside. But this was soon
forgotten as I pulled my beautiful doll from her cramped box. I spent a
few moments smoothing her dress and hair, and then
I placed her in a seated position by my lamp on the end table in the
sunroom. I crossed one tiny leg over the other. She looked so lovely
there. Through out the day I would look over to admire my beautiful
doll. When Marty and Chris came in from work Chris
spotted her right off and told me just how creepy he thought she was.
How in the world could he find such a lovely doll creepy? I looked at
her again, but just could not make myself see her as anything less than
beautiful. But wait a minute...hadn't I crossed
her legs earlier? They were now plainly uncrossed. Maybe one of the dogs
had bumped against the table causing her to shift. I walked over and
readjusted her legs. Then went out to the kitchen to fix dinner. I
didn't think much more about the doll that night.
The next morning Chris told me he had gotten up during the night, and he
had heard her porcelain legs moving around on the table. He actually
forgot his drink and raced back to his room because of this. I assured
him he had just creeped himself out, that the
doll was harmless. However, through out the day that day I caught myself
looking over at her to see if there was any movement. (Oh, stop it! I
told myself. Chris is just getting to you.) However, there were a few
times I thought I noticed the very slightest
facial expression change on the doll.) Days and then weeks passed. Most
people that would come over to visit would comment on how creepy the
doll looked. I never understood what they were seeing. One day Marty was
walking through the dinning room when he stopped
and picked up a piece of paper. He brought it to me and said it must
have come with the doll. Her paperwork! The seller had mentioned sending
her paperwork, but I hadn't seen anything in the box. How did it get in
my dinning room weeks later? I unfolded this
small piece of paper, it turned out to be an aged newspaper clipping
with a picture on it. An elderly woman had been driving down the road,
when she met with a tragic accident and ran off an embankment ending her
life. It showed the car with the trunk open
and literally hundreds of dolls spilling from the trunk. There was my
doll! She was just at the opening of the trunk looking as if she had
been posed climbing out! Now that was creepy! I showed the paper to
Marty, and we agreed that the doll had to go. That
was just too weird. At the time, Marty and Chris were remodeling the
home of a local woman. I told Chris he could give this woman the doll.
However, I never mentioned the newspaper article to him. Chris took the
doll to work with them the next morning, just
as he went to hand the doll to the woman of the house; his leg went
through the floor and was broken. It took him months to regain the use
of his leg. Coincidence? Maybe. However, I no longer purchase any dolls
from Ebay.
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