posted on Jun, 10 2014 @ 05:16 AM
A group of friends and I had a similar experience when I was around 14. Two of the friends lived on a road that went straight down into the Mohawk
river where there was a small boat launch. We had taken up the habit of hitting golf balls off of the shore trying to land them on the island directly
across, about 150 yards. It's a bigish island, maybe a mile long and 300-400 yards wide.
We were bored one evening over the summer and decided to take their rowboat over to the island to see how many balls actually hit over there as it's
sometimes hard to tell due to the water being extremely choppy because of the lock (formerly part of the Erie Canal) being less than a quarter mile
We found a bunch of balls, saw some deer and decided to explore a bit. In the dead center of the island there were odd stones stacked by what I assume
were local natives hundreds of years ago, 6 separate circles ranging from about 10 feet across to I'd guess about 80 feet across for the largest.
Strangely (at the time to us anyway, now I wonder if it had to do with the deer) all of the grass on the center of the largest circle was dead and
bent down in the way you see with crop circles done by the guys with sticks on rope.
Anyway, we stood in the largest circle throwing the golf balls at each other and screwing around until around 8:40 when it began to get really dark.
We walked the roughly quarter mile to the boat and saw what appeared to be a glow stick behind a tree close to the shore. Me being me, I thought it
was someone screwing with us so I picked up a pretty large rock and tossed it at the light stick.
"HOLY. HELL. WHAT. IS. THAT." is all I was aware of anyone saying. It came out from a fork in the tree about 7' up. It was a ball the same color as
a regular cheap yellowish glow stick about 10" across. It held still for about 10 seconds after revealing itself then shot across the clearing behind
us (about 20' across) and back in what had to be less than a second.
We all crapped ourselves simultaneously, I think. We jumped in the boat while another of us pushed us all the way off, back into the water. It had to
be record time for rowing from the island to the shore. The kind of fast rowing that now at my age would put me on bed rest for a few days. It had
followed us almost EXACTLY halfway across the water about as fast as we were moving which surprised me since we had seen it move so fast just a minute
When it got halfway, I got the feeling that it wanted to pursue us further but couldn't go further. I still don't know why. We also never found out
what the hell it was, even with hundreds of hours of research. There are a lot of campfire horror stories in this area about native hauntings and
burial grounds and that kind of crap but I don't really buy into that. None of us ever went back though. All 6 of us were together at the same time
last summer for the first time in almost 20 years and still no one would go back.
I'm just kind of creeped out but relieved that someone has seen something similar. The only real differences are the color and the one we saw lightly
pulsated every 3 seconds or so. Still, this thread hit me in a weird way...