Five ways of telling if you're being followed/tracked

[deadpool]

I'm just posting these on personal experiences only, if anyone would like to add anything, feel free.

1: You're walking along a road at night, bush on either side and you hear footsteps or constant, albeit most of the time subtle as can be movement at about your 8 o'clock (45 degrees roughly behind you). I've known this to happen and have read several reports about this same method they apply. From that angle they can get the best possible view of you.

2: Not so subtle movement around you in the bush. They're making it obvious they're there.

3: That feeling you get.. for those who haven't experienced it, its hard to explain, but for those who have will know what i'm talking about. All the hairs on the back of your neck raise right up (funnily enough, I think this response is a fallback to when we were all apes, like the hair on the back of a cat/dog's neck raising when they're annoyed/angry/scared - (also, just to throw this in for fun, if you've ever had those dreams where you wake up and jolt kind of thing, when you have those dreams of falling, same thing - ancient instinct kicking in to make sure you won't fall off that branch) and you get that feeling like a "ghost has walked over your grave". Everything around you is quiet. Dead quiet.

4: The obvious, you see something in the bush. Don't know what it is but you want to get out of there ASAP. Scares the piss out of you. Sometimes literally.

5: A feeling of utter coldness and dread. Like you've temporarily walked into a cold version of Hell. Thats the way I feel about it, anyway.

On the first point, a way to tell if it IS something following you and not your footsteps echoing. This happened to me once up at Beerwah. Walking to a friends house from the train station. It was dark. Pine plantation type thing to my left, open fields/farms to my right. Heard footsteps, first thought it was an echo but, the echo was too loud. So I stopped and heard a footstep or two then nothing. Then i'd walk again, whatever it was would get back in synch with my walking (something that's always made me believe that our hairy friends are a lot smarter than we think). I confused it, broke into a jog when I knew it was safe (could see a house not far from me) then suddenly stop. That annoyed it a tad. I heard a stomp. So after that I just let it follow me for as long as it could. Knowing it was behind me in one way scared me, but.. this is where some people might scoff, in another way I felt a bit.. safer? Dark road. Night time. Can be scary. But kind of knowing that something was.. well, looking at me made me feel a tad better about this road. Never liked it in the first place.

Now I know why, but for some reason I felt just that little bit safer afterwards. I never once felt a hostile intention at all. Just curiosity. I'd go see my friend once a weekend. After awhile if I did hear anything like that, I kind of felt I was being watched over. In some weird and strange way, it was slightly comforting to know something, well, literally had my back. Was nice to know I had a, well, a sort of friend out there. If I'd have kept up the weekly visits i'd have tryed to make some form of contact as such (whistling, whatever) but he moved and never been back since. Would be nice to head that way again one weekend just for the sake of seeing if my old friend is still about and remembers me.

Which, on a totally different subject, brings up a question: What's the life span of these guys?

[steven 47]

I'm just posting these on personal experiences only, if anyone would like to add anything, feel free.

1: You're walking along a road at night, bush on either side and you hear footsteps or constant, albeit most of the time subtle as can be movement at about your 8 o'clock (45 degrees roughly behind you). I've known this to happen and have read several reports about this same method they apply. From that angle they can get the best possible view of you.

2: Not so subtle movement around you in the bush. They're making it obvious they're there.

3: That feeling you get.. for those who haven't experienced it, its hard to explain, but for those who have will know what i'm talking about. All the hairs on the back of your neck raise right up (funnily enough, I think this response is a fallback to when we were all apes, like the hair on the back of a cat/dog's neck raising when they're annoyed/angry/scared - (also, just to throw this in for fun, if you've ever had those dreams where you wake up and jolt kind of thing, when you have those dreams of falling, same thing - ancient instinct kicking in to make sure you won't fall off that branch) and you get that feeling like a "ghost has walked over your grave". Everything around you is quiet. Dead quiet.

4: The obvious, you see something in the bush. Don't know what it is but you want to get out of there ASAP. Scares the piss out of you. Sometimes literally.

5: A feeling of utter coldness and dread. Like you've temporarily walked into a cold version of Hell. Thats the way I feel about it, anyway.

On the first point, a way to tell if it IS something following you and not your footsteps echoing. This happened to me once up at Beerwah. Walking to a friends house from the train station. It was dark. Pine plantation type thing to my left, open fields/farms to my right. Heard footsteps, first thought it was an echo but, the echo was too loud. So I stopped and heard a footstep or two then nothing. Then i'd walk again, whatever it was would get back in synch with my walking (something that's always made me believe that our hairy friends are a lot smarter than we think). I confused it, broke into a jog when I knew it was safe (could see a house not far from me) then suddenly stop. That annoyed it a tad. I heard a stomp. So after that I just let it follow me for as long as it could. Knowing it was behind me in one way scared me, but.. this is where some people might scoff, in another way I felt a bit.. safer? Dark road. Night time. Can be scary. But kind of knowing that something was.. well, looking at me made me feel a tad better about this road. Never liked it in the first place.

Now I know why, but for some reason I felt just that little bit safer afterwards. I never once felt a hostile intention at all. Just curiosity. I'd go see my friend once a weekend. After awhile if I did hear anything like that, I kind of felt I was being watched over. In some weird and strange way, it was slightly comforting to know something, well, literally had my back. Was nice to know I had a, well, a sort of friend out there. If I'd have kept up the weekly visits i'd have tryed to make some form of contact as such (whistling, whatever) but he moved and never been back since. Would be nice to head that way again one weekend just for the sake of seeing if my old friend is still about and remembers me.

Which, on a totally different subject, brings up a question: What's the life span of these guys?

all these creepy funny feelings you expierience when something is watching you google it bigfoot and infrasounds