I will share something else that I haven't told anyone, the 2nd part of the story anyway.

Almost 3 years ago I lost a long term job and was having trouble finding employment. My sister in law suggested I move to OH to stay with her and my brother and to try to make a go of it there.

After being there a few months she invited me to a family reunion where she grew up on Garard's Fort PA. I was happy to go and so we went.

As we are nearing Garard's Fort she was telling me the story of an Indian massacre that occurred there, I believe, in the 1800's. Apparently a preacher was taking his family to Sunday services via horse drawn buggy when he realized he had forgotten his bible. He went back to get it leaving his family there. When he returned they had all been scalped, only 2 survived.

She was going to show me the memorial that was put into place by the folks that lived there. Other then that I really didn't think about it. I was really exhausted so I turned in early. I was sleeping in the living room, there was a big picture window where you could see the driveway.

I am drifting off to sleep when I hear my SIL start yelling for her dad to get his gun. She was saying that there was someone outside, she could hear them walking around the house and saw them out by her car. I jumped out and looked out the picture window where I saw a very tall shadow man standing on the right side of her car. Keep in mind that she had lived there most of her life and knew all of the noises , etc. Also, no people lived nearby.

I asked her what she saw and word for word she saw what I did standing by her car. It was clearly the form of a very tall man. We all went out but there was nothing there when we approached the car.

The next morning I wake up and her mom asks me, somewhat embarrassed, if I had heard someone screaming early in the morning. I told her that I had not, she said she had never heard it before.

This is the part I've never told anyone. Ever since that evening almost 3 years ago I see a vision of a native american man in my dreams. Every single day....

Fast forward to almost 2 years ago when my beloved brother passed away. It was his wish that he be buried in Garard's Fort. It's very rural, scenic and beautiful so I can understand his wish.

We were sitting on the front porch after funeral and burial. Everyone was chatting and I was just sitting there, still very bereaved and just wanting to not talk. Out of the blue this sort of maniacal laughing came from across the pasture. I looked at my SIL's sister and said "did you hear that" and she was all bug eyed and said yes. I cannot describe the sound, it was not an animal and sounded almost like a native american war cry of sorts. I felt the whole time I was there that I was being watched and I still to this day see the same man in my dreams every single day. It will be 3 years on July.