Figster and the West Valley Railroad Portal: Live Story

[BringBackFergy]

If anyone has followed the story in the Shoutbox, @Figster recalls a time in the late 60’s when he was confronted by a giant rabbit near the railroad crossing in West Valley, NY. I believe him. Stuff like this happens quite often. His witness (older brother) can no longer confirm the presence of a portal to a fifth dimension. I’m on my way there right now. Stopped to pick up a backup battery, cable, duct tape, carrots and some beer. Will report back later on findings. 

[T&C]

I also have done acid in my lifetime...

[Figster]

Awesome thread OP

[Draconator]

God's speed. 

 

If they have free Gin, let me know the coordinates and I'm on my way. 

[Mike in Horseheads]

28 minutes ago, BringBackFergy said:

If anyone has followed the story in the Shoutbox, @Figster recalls a time in the late 60’s when he was confronted by a giant rabbit near the railroad crossing in West Valley, NY. I believe him. Stuff like this happens quite often. His witness (older brother) can no longer confirm the presence of a portal to a fifth dimension. I’m on my way there right now. Stopped to pick up a backup battery, cable, duct tape, carrots and some beer. Will report back later on findings. 

What kinda beer?

[Simon]

 

Was it a Bigwig/General Woundwort sort of thing?

 

   

 

 

Or was it more like this?

 

 

 

[Cugalabanza]

We’re all gonna be famous.

[Simon]

10 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said:

What kinda beer?

 

 

 

[Draconator]

I was just sent this in a text message

 

 

[ExiledInIllinois]

33 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said:

What kinda beer?

Utica Club.

[Mike in Horseheads]

3 minutes ago, ExiledInIllinois said:

Utica Club.

Other peoples (OP) is the best

[Figster]

To fill everyone in we are talking about an encounter my late older brother and I had with a supernatural for lack of better words, approximately 5ft tall rabbit in the late 1960's. Broad daylight very close to our home in West Valley, New York. The memory was wiped clean for over 3 decades. One day out of the blue my brother asks, what about the rabbit. ( I'm getting Goosebumps) The memory came flooding back. Something wiped our memory clean of the encounter. As I stated in the shoutbox, I can pass a lie detector on the encounter. I'm sure of it. A portal is pure speculation.

 

The biggest thing we both remembered aside from the rabbits size was the overpowering sense of high intelligence. I'm open to being hypnotised or anything else I can to prove the encounter was real and gather more information. 

 

I'm glad this story is being told...

Edited 5 hours ago by Figster

[Mike in Horseheads]

28 minutes ago, Draconator said:

I was just sent this in a text message

 

 

So your saying @BringBackFergy should take a holy hand grenade with him...   

[Draconator]

3 minutes ago, Mike in Horseheads said:

So your saying @BringBackFergy should take a holy hand grenade with him...   

As long as he counts to 3. 5 is right out.

[Mike in Horseheads]

3 minutes ago, Draconator said:

As long as he counts to 3. 5 is right out.

always loved the Flying Circus back on PBS

[SinceThe70s]

You've got my attention. Continue.

[BringBackFergy]

UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur.  Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just………….

 

(Lost connection)

[Dr. Who]

[Augie]

23 minutes ago, BringBackFergy said:

UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur.  Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just………….

 

(Lost connection)

 

I have to wonder where the technology came from for those Nixon stickers. 

[Figster]

1 hour ago, BringBackFergy said:

UPDATE: Arrived at Figster’s old neighborhood. Rotten tree stumps, Nixon stickers on fences and discarded bumpers. Walked toward the railroad tracks and in the direction of the portal. 26 steps from the lilac bush and old phone booth, then headed east toward the warehouse near the tracks. Figster is right. Magnetic in this area. I find my six pack of Goebels drawn toward the near track and locate the various coins flattened by the abandoned locomotives which once occupied this area of West Valley. My flashlight works ok. Could use a spotlight but it seems dependable. Carrots are fresh and crisp, like the way a woman slaps my face at Bar Bill. Duct tape in hand and an old oak stick I found from the nearby school in hand. I venture into the portal area and see tufts of fur. Not milkweed or burlap, but real fur.  Pellets all over the place. Not just little pellets, but golf ball size. The type that would fall from the ass of a six foot cottontail. This is freaky and I may just get the hell outta here but maybe I’ll just………….

 

(Lost connection)

The flattened coins are mine. You must be getting close. Whatever you do,don't walk through portal! 

 

I REPEAT ! DON'T WALK THROUGH THE PORTAL!!!

 

I gotta get back to the game your missing now  (chefs losing)

Edited 3 hours ago by Figster