Man of Red Flames
This story takes place on a local footy oval in South Australia, Adelaide in a suburb of Seaton. It would of been 1989-1990, around Easter time. I was about 14-15.
It was around 8 or 9 at night and a friend and I were siting at this oval just hanging out. We were not drunk or stoned, just bored. We were talking between ourselves for about 20 minutes. I was speaking to my friend, but he was quiet and wasn't responding to my question.
This was going on for 5 minutes before I realised he wasn't talking.
I was not looking at him. I was looking at the ground talking, then I looked up and saw his face. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. He looked very shocked and he was looking straight ahead. I said to him, "Hey, Tony, what's going on? Why are you looking like that?" I forgot to mention that my mate Tony was one of the tough guys and nothing scared him.
He still didn't respond, so I looked at the direction he was looking at and saw nothing, so I placed my head very close to his and slowly turned toward what he was looking at. To my astonishment, I saw what I thought at first was a burning trunk of a tree on the other side of the oval. We both got up and started to walk to this burning tree trunk. Now I was saying to myself, "Why in the world would someone do that?"
The closer I got, I realised it wasn't a tree trunk, but something else. Tony made it half way and turned back, running for his dear life, but I still walked toward it.
I was pinching myself, rubbing my eyes, making sure I was awake and not dreaming.
I was at least 10 meters in front of it. The thing I was staring at was a tall humanoid about 8-9 foot -- and on fire! The flames were not orange, but red. I looked from its toes and slowly made my way to the top of its head. I could make out the shape of his toes, arms, fingers, and head. Where that thing was standing seemed very windy, because its long hair was flying about on top of its head. This thing was made of red flames!
At first I wasn't even scared, but then I had fear running through my body. I turned and ran for my dear little life. I caught up with Tony, and at that moment we saw another one of our mates. Tony ran up to him, fell on his knees, and wrapped his arms around his waist, basically crying and asking him if he saw it. Our friend pushed him off of him and said, "What are you doing, weirdo?" Then I asked our friend calmly if he had seen anything burning on the oval, and he said no. With that, Tony got up and ran home, and then I went home.
Next day, I met up with Tony and asked him if he saw anything the previous night. Of course he said yes, saying that he saw a man made of red flames. That's the only time I saw anything like it. This is the truth.
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It was around 8 or 9 at night and a friend and I were siting at this oval just hanging out. We were not drunk or stoned, just bored. We were talking between ourselves for about 20 minutes. I was speaking to my friend, but he was quiet and wasn't responding to my question.
This was going on for 5 minutes before I realised he wasn't talking.
I was not looking at him. I was looking at the ground talking, then I looked up and saw his face. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. He looked very shocked and he was looking straight ahead. I said to him, "Hey, Tony, what's going on? Why are you looking like that?" I forgot to mention that my mate Tony was one of the tough guys and nothing scared him.
He still didn't respond, so I looked at the direction he was looking at and saw nothing, so I placed my head very close to his and slowly turned toward what he was looking at. To my astonishment, I saw what I thought at first was a burning trunk of a tree on the other side of the oval. We both got up and started to walk to this burning tree trunk. Now I was saying to myself, "Why in the world would someone do that?"
The closer I got, I realised it wasn't a tree trunk, but something else. Tony made it half way and turned back, running for his dear life, but I still walked toward it.
I was pinching myself, rubbing my eyes, making sure I was awake and not dreaming.
I was at least 10 meters in front of it. The thing I was staring at was a tall humanoid about 8-9 foot -- and on fire! The flames were not orange, but red. I looked from its toes and slowly made my way to the top of its head. I could make out the shape of his toes, arms, fingers, and head. Where that thing was standing seemed very windy, because its long hair was flying about on top of its head. This thing was made of red flames!
At first I wasn't even scared, but then I had fear running through my body. I turned and ran for my dear little life. I caught up with Tony, and at that moment we saw another one of our mates. Tony ran up to him, fell on his knees, and wrapped his arms around his waist, basically crying and asking him if he saw it. Our friend pushed him off of him and said, "What are you doing, weirdo?" Then I asked our friend calmly if he had seen anything burning on the oval, and he said no. With that, Tony got up and ran home, and then I went home.
Next day, I met up with Tony and asked him if he saw anything the previous night. Of course he said yes, saying that he saw a man made of red flames. That's the only time I saw anything like it. This is the truth.
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