You understand that we are always trying to be aware of our surroundings. We always keep a camera nearby. Yet, there are certain events that stand out above the rest, that are jarring reminders of the reasons we take this so seriously.
Two nights ago was just such an evening.
I was out on a regular trip, a necessity. It is one that takes place every 48 hours. During the summer months, I make this trip by bicycle. It allows me to enjoy the evening air and contribute further to the regimen of exercise that I’ve found is vital to my overall health.
This, and the fact there are a lot of things I’ve never outgrown, one of which is my love of riding. Lori, is at these times safe, visiting with my mother who has a carry and conceal permit ,,and a large Doberman named Mindy.
I had started, as I finished my chore, going down a little further to the west, to the railroad trestle and the mound I’ve written of on many occasions, just one of the hot spots in town. It is usually dark by this time, roughly 9:00 at night.
In our hundreds patrols around the overall Bates County area, on many occasions we’ve had a follower,
a light or set of lights once close enough to make our contact with our jeep’s roof. On foot, as well, we’ve not only had lights but visible structures flying over us. Not just within the city limits, but in the very heart of town (the 10 block area in which the Courthouse is centered). So, every time I go out with Lori or alone I know the chance is there.
I had gotten in and they had finished with me quickly, and as I left, I already knew there was a good cloud cover overhead hidden in the darkness. I turned and rode with the bike’s light on, west towards the mound. It was only a few blocks to the corner, past the football and track field, and then to the very dark, seldom lit spot, that stretched a city block or more on the other side of the trestle.
I was at the intersection, only lit by the eastern sources of light overhead and behind me. The trestle was only 40 ft or less away. Through the opening below it, a streetlight illuminated a patch of road at the far corner of the block. This was the backdrop I saw something move against. The area of road illuminated was far enough away that nothing in the foreground of view could be completely revealed in it.
I’m not about to guess at height, but the figure moved across the street with what might have been chest shoulders and head illuminated by the back drop. It was crossing to the north. This placed it in the general vicinity of the mound area.
To explain this better; as you pass beneath the low trestle, you immediately are met by two walls of foliage. The one to the south bearing view of the saw mill, and the other to the North, following the western slope and ridge the Trestle is laid upon.
To the west of this, well within a hundred feet is the Mound, itself and to it’s west is the old, deserted CO-OP building and further to the north sits a dog food plant.
After seeing the form move by, just a dark silhouette, I instantly knew it wasn’t an animal. No known animal is of that height and structure.
So, I figured it had to be a person, for some reason not wanting to be seen, avoiding the open street. Any number of explanations could be the reason for it. None I could think of were good and I decided not to go through, but felt myself heading across the street down into the hollow and through the opening anyway.
On the other side, I stopped as quick as I could, stepping off the bike with it in between me and whoever was to the north, visible nowhere.
The street, to my left, was the best lit area. I was facing the brush with the trees and the slope to my north. There was heavy movements in the brush and among the trees. I looked up the slope to see if the figure was climbing to cross over to the other side. There was nothing and the sounds weren’t receding into the distance. They were as close in their proximity as the first noises heard, very close.
I clicked a few flashes at the area the sounds were coming from, but in the light of each flash there was nothing visible that I could make out during their short bursts. I took 3 there in that initial spot. I pointed the bike’s light into the area sweeping it, and not hearing anything else swung a leg over my bike and onto the pedal and prepared to move a little closer to the mound to take a few more.
Now, what happened next would have to have been funny to an observer. No one or nothing had rushed me or made a menacing statement from the dark. I couldn’t find anything there in my immediate view so I reasoned it/they had gotten far enough back out of sight and were just waiting for me to leave.
It wasn’t by any means the scariest situation during our investigations of the area, so I figured it a curious event like many others and prepared to move on, only I couldn’t leave (I couldn’t move). I had started to stepped up onto the pedals and just couldn’t move a muscle. The bike fell over into the sparse tall dead grass and dirt, the bike half in the road, half out of it with the light still on.
I didn’t make a rush at getting up, knowing my position was not good. A car might come through and not see me till it was too late, or the noise I heard might begin again, this time coming towards me.
I just laid there like I had no place to be. The stuff in my back pack sandwiched between me and the ground. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying to get up, i couldn’t.
When I was able to, I noticed that I wasn’t scratched up, but i did have an odd aching a tingling in my right hand towards the finger tips The only thing similar I’ve ever experienced was during the worst portion of a hospital stay in the city. They kept me asleep as much as possible (out of it) but I woke once hearing their voices around me. I wanted to let them know I was awake but couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I was wide awake inside, in terror thinking I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move a muscle. I tried to make my eyes bulge or jump to make them move, so one of the nurses might see. Finally I heard one’s voice saying hey he’s coming around, in a minute I was once more asleep. But this was a drug induced situation ordered by a doctor.
The differences are that in the street episode I wasn’t scared, I was aware I couldn’t move but it was okay. I got up, but didn’t take pictures of the mound as I’d planned earlier. Instead, for no good reason, I turned and rode back out through the trestle, stopped on the other side and walked along the east face of it taking pictures. I heard movement through brush, but it was fainter leading me to believe whatever or whoever was there was moving along the western side, possibly monitoring my progress.
I went home with no further incident. Lori and I walked the bike home together the last few blocks, after I stopped for her at my mothers home. The pictures reflect a much different trip home, with presences near us we were completely unaware of.
In closing I need to add that 80 percent of the places we examined during the study were areas I’d never seen before, places we’d never been in before. I got out at each location for some amount of time, many times walking in the dark a block in front of the jeep, taking pictures of both sides of the road. So I’m comfortable with the process.
We’ve been on bridges, struck by invisible objects that sent shudders through the concrete and steel, and shook the Jeep, had aggressive hillbilly types try to trap us on dirt roads, and literally went home with our guts in knots for days after things we saw and heard. So, the regular pursuit of this subject, though it always is approached with caution, is not approached like Don Knots in the Ghost and Mister Chicken type fear.
There is no life without some possible immeasurable degree of fear. There is logical fear.
But, fear given its reins, cripples us and steals all the fruits of discovery. If when I go out,I’m unreasonably afraid, then it will inhibit reason as well making the trip pointless. I was not frozen with fear, otherwise I’d have been near sick with it on the ground. If it was never a factor before, I don’t see it as one in this case.
Also, there is one important detail. I tried to call Lori from the Hospital, just to see how the visit was going. My cell phone, tried both inside the waiting room and outside would not work. I tried it over and over, maybe 7 or 8 times, sure that I’d just charged it. I was kidding with Lori and asked her if she had taken the battery as a prank, she was offended a bit and we checked, everything was in place, and the phone now worked when I tried it.
Examine the photos and the facts. Is there something else that may have occurred ?
The Midnight Observer Presents “THE HALL OF HAVOC”
These articles you’ll find in the Hall of Havoc ,are a door to an improvised armory of sorts, . . In this area we will discuss means of self-defense, tools that can be converted to weapons, decorative and functional arms and other hopefully useful precautions you might be able to take in extreme situations.
In the tongue in cheek world of zombie talk some believe, and are preparing for a time of upheaval, at the very least a time of civil unrest, a change in people, one that may threaten all we hold dear.
Whether that change is drug or disease induced madness in a population, a real supernatural or extraterrestrial event, or just men and women turning away from sane answers to societies problems, and embracing violence as a way of life, massive civil disorder , whatever that change, I agree there is wisdom in planning for you and your families personal defense.
What you find here will be suggestions for a worse case scenario, things that might be found nearby, things that might be easily put together. Tools you can use for self defense, (you have to remember weapons like the Nunchuku, the Tonfa, and others were originally farm implements used in the in places where it was a crime for the average man to own a sword.) The common man has protected himself for centuries with weapons used for reaping crops butchering animals and breaking stone.
Take what you find here and sort out what is useful to you but first and foremost remember the context it is offered in,,also look into the laws of your state your county or your city and be legally aware before making any decisions or purchases
I have to admit, with Halloween only a short time away, I was lured, as many are, into a binge of monster movies. Lori and I have seen more than a few zombie flicks during this month.
Normally I try to make a costume for Halloween. In fact I won the contest on the square 5 years in a row doing this, and had a ball making each costume. But this year, not really into the public part of it, I was thinking a bit more practical, about, not only the flicks we’d watched, but about the serious nature of the worlds decline.
Maybe some will be confused; I know we have more means of entertainment than ever before, more innovations to make the mundane chores less time consuming and medical updates and improvements in procedures and medicines available. All are a literal God send to many like me.
But a point proven repeatedly through history still rings true. Not all individuals or cultures can handle success. Rome became lax in their decline and allowed their slaves to enter the army. In fact a large portion of the standing armies were at times non-Roman. Unburdened by Patrician pride or any true loyalty to Roman law, these men realized whoever controlled the armies, had the real power. They also were being called back from costly foreign campaigns, at the pressure, undoubtedly, of the Senate and the rich that controlled the senate.
Reducing foreign lines of defense was a sign of weakness that the barbarian people of the Britain’s, Anglo Saxons, Jutes, and Vandals, among others, easily recognized. The rest is history, one we seem to be reliving in the present. Make no mistake; the trappings of success are by no means a surety of security in a turbulent world. They are just opulent baubles that further infuriate and embitter second and third world nations tired of our presence, unable to let us just walk away. The similarities of history and the present seem starkly clear to me.
Okay, back to Halloween, bearing in mind that there are many of these sort of threats, present, and of course the Zombie Apocalypse! We should consider the scenario of a suddenly present threat, where Creepers, Rioters, or bands of Marauding thugs were present, seeking to break into homes to victimize and take the resources of those in their home. What might you do in a siege type scenario to protect entrances to your home, and how could you do it with the least vulnerability possible?
Well, if your home is impregnable (few are) and you have supplies you have it covered. If you have a full suit of Kevlar, you may have the gunfire issue under control. But let’s say you don’t, you have been sitting around watching news reports until the stations go off the air, never really wanting to believe this nightmare would reach you, occasionally going to windows and doors to peek out. If you wait until the Boogey man, in whatever form he shows up in, arrives and is hammering at your door with the intent to get in, you’re probably S.O.L.
Maybe you have guns and bullets. They, depending on how much you have, may get used up fast. They also might be a signal beacon to those wanting what you have to try all the harder to leave with it. So the precious commodity of firearms and ammunition will be precious and hoarded, not used recklessly. None of the ballistic strategies will be the first choice. Just remember the scene years ago on TV of two black rioters attacking a truck driver with a brick, and I’ve made my point.
So, I thought about what the average American family might have around, things you could use as defensive clothing like Riot armor the police have used for decades. It came together pretty easily. The shield was the only the thing I thought you might need to manufacture. The other stuff could easily be put together if you had a heavy duty glue gun, some kid’s baseball and skateboarding equipment. Oh yea, and a roll of duct tape.
My armor was painted in a camo style because I’m into my guns and had just customized one. The shin and knee protection are from a catcher wears, and the elbow guards for skateboarding, and finally a hard hat, a face guard from a paint ball mask and the front plate from an Iron Man mask (with its eye openings enlarged);these were used.
I went through about 8 or 9 sticks of hot glue. First I used metal snips to open the eyes holes and hot glued the iron man mask in place into the front of the forehead and crown area of the hard hat. Secondly I removed a badly scratched up set of goggles from the paintball mask and glued this in place over the iron man mask. It was made of a dense rubber and I felt it was adequate reinforcement for the face plate. I then took some shooting glasses that will take a 177 caliper pellet without breaking, and glued them in place after removing the bars that rest on your ears. I left an opening on the underside of them so air could get in, to keep them from fogging up. The top was connected firmly to the under section of the face plate and hard hat above sealing the top from debris that might enter there.
The idea is it would have to be something you could put on fast, and detach yourself from quickly if you needed to move quicker (run). So I figured that a kid’s shin guards were long enough to protect a man’s forearms to some degree. The knee pads might fit as elbow protection, and other pieces might be used on the upper arm, not pretty but a good deal of protection for the arm you would hold your weapon with. I figured gloves of most kinds with a smaller pad on the back of the hand would be good enough.
To do this, I took a smaller knee or elbow pad, one that has a band like back that firmly keeps it in place. I cut a hole about the size of a fifty cent piece in this fabric on the back side of it. Then with the glove on, I stretched it over my hand allowing my thumb to come out the hole. This secures it on the hand yet allows gripping use of the hand. The back of the hand and knuckles are well protected from that side. Kind of turtle shell in appearance, these pads would be a great thing to use, as spur of the moment riot gear.
Finally, a shield for the other arm, to keep scratching wounds away at a distance, to deflect and absorb blows from a weapon. We’re not talking about King Arthur here. We’re talking about a little piece of plywood with two straps that are screwed, nailed or attached somehow to the back. The wider these are the more control it gives. It stabilizes the shield on the arm, and you hold one strap, the one attached in a smaller loop. Your forearm should rest snugly in the other. Place these in the center of the shield’s back. This will put your hand and elbow out of harm’s way.
It will allow you to use the shield as a weapon as well, striking both in front of you and behind you if you pressed with its edge. You would be surprised at the punishing power that is focused in that edge when it is swung hard into something.
Anyway, I painted it and made a quick short sword using a heavy straight blade that holds an amazing edge, a pipe I hammered on as a handle, some duct tape wrapping and to keep my hand from sliding if it got sweaty, 3 curtain rings, 2 stacked and slid over the blade down to the handle. The hollow well around the blade, in both, I filled with hot glue, a surprisingly substantial guard. The last ring was squeezed over the pommel a bit and it’s well was filled with glue. The grip was duct tape. I had an old machete sheath it fit well in.
In my case, I am a sword fan with years of martial arts experience. Practicing with one of various types, our house would not need one thrown together from odd pieces. The point is, weapons with a little imagination, could be thrown together to serve for a short time. I went overboard because it’s a fun challenge, and I’m a little too artistic at times, but the result you’re looking for is a protective covering for as much of your body as possible.
In a world of limited access to and existence of medical facilities, staying un-banged up, un-cut and un-bruised will be very important. If your legs are injured you’re in a heap of trouble. If your eyes or head are damaged, it’s a similar case. These are fun problem solving exercises for a time hopefully none of us ever have to see, but in the meantime it’s good to remember we live in a changing, volatile world. It may not be such a sin to err on the side of caution, not so paranoid to address the possibilities.
You pay for different forms of insurance, for your home, your family and your car, but the only insurance you can have against the dark days that may well be ahead of us and the bad decisions of our leaders are a realistic, understanding of human nature, and a little preparation. You may feel silly doing it now, but then again you may cherish the wisdom you used in doing it, later.