This story actually takes place before my last one. This story is what really started me in realizing that the ghost in my woods can be rather hostile.
Okay, I used to have a small camcorder. It could take pictures in negative art. On previous ghost hunts with my friend, Kevin, he had a camera that could film in negative art; we realized that it's easier to catch ghosts in negative art, so I decided to take my camcorder out in the woods with my friend Joe.
We went all the way to where the tribe once settled. I know this because this is where most of the ghosts are and because trees don't grow there at all.
I was taking pictures and I took a picture of the ground and you actually see a flame on the ground but only in the picture, I didn't see it when I was looking there. In a couple other pictures you can see shadow people in the woods just like walking around and stuff like that.
I took a picture of a tree. This is a completely different tree from my last story so if you don't understand I will explain. The tree from my last story is right next to my house. The tree I'm talking about here is way back in my woods.
But in this picture you can see a noose hanging off the tree. Right at that moment I turned to show Joe the picture and I just see a huge branch hit him in the head and drop. It cut his head from the top of his ear to the bottom.
Being somewhat psychic as I have mentioned before, I got this horrible feeling of chaos and hatred. It seemed like at once the world started spinning faster. So we got out of there. By the way I know the branch didn't fall off of a tree because I saw it hit him and all trees around there are pine and that was an oak tree branch