reply to post by jpm1602
There's some weird stuff out there. You saw a 'racoon size shadow creature'. In another forum I sometimes visit, an eminently sane individual
recounted 'grass men'. He said he and a close friend, back in their school days, had been walking down a track on their way home from school, when
they'd seen what could only be described as animate creatures 'assembled' from the grass that lined the track. The creatures kept pace with them
.. made some sort of chattering noises. Had a profound effect on them, not surprisingly.
To my understanding, the grass creatures were similar to a Mexican Wave ... they 'flowed' through the grass at the same pace as the guy. So, to me,
it sounds as if the creatures were disembodied and able to utilize anything to hand to provide themselves form. But when do you hear of 'grass
creatures' ? That thread was the first and last time I've ever encountered them, anywhere.
Then we take someone who is as close to the original Mr.Sobersides as you're ever likely to meet. He's low-key, dislikes drama, emotion,
sensationalism .. all of it. But even he recounted one literally unbelievable experience once .. much to everyone's surprise. Not much of a story,
on the face of it. He and another boy were playing in a long hallway. Sunny hallway, actually. A brand new extension on an already large and
Anyway, he and the other boy were playing. I'm not sure of the sequence. They went into a bedroom that opened off the hall. Came back out (I
think) and there, only a few metres away from them, and for a few seconds .. they both saw what was described as a small, green, box-y shaped little
creature with very thin arms and legs. It looked at them, apparently. They looked at it. Then it 'went strange' and its arms and legs began
moving around weirdly and fast. It was making a noise. That made *them* 'feel weird'. They looked at each other in disbelief with a 'Did YOU
see that -- what's happening ? ' expression. Both turned and the thing had disappeared.
You'd imagine that two young boys would yell or run downstairs to tell an adult .. or something. But they didn't. They decided, without discussing
it much at all, that it was too weird and no-one would believe them. But most of all, they 'felt weird' .. as if they knew they'd seen something
they shouldn't .. had seen something that shouldn't exist. And decided it would be 'safer' to say nothing. They didn't want a repeat of the
Several years later, when Mr. Sobersides was an adult, we asked him to tell us again about the creature. He'd told us once, so we didn't think
he'd mind. But he closed right up and said ' Don't '. So of course, we tried to wheedle it out of him, saying he'd already told us, so what was
the harm in recounting it once more, from his now adult perspective. He's an extremely polite person .. didn't want to be rude, obviously, but he
rose from where he was sitting, shaking his head in a sort of 'Don't put me in this position, please.' Then said he didn't want to discuss it.
So, we have racoon sized black holes .. grass creatures .. small, green box-shaped thing.
Quite a menagerie. And to it, I can add someone else's experience which is along the same lines. Recounted by the Rocky-type individual I 'beat
up' in my above post, in fact. Happened to him during a long drive of several hundreds kilometres. It was night. He was making good time. Stopped
at roadside places for a quick coffee every few hours. He was no stranger to long, lonely journeys by night and he'd travelled this particular road
before. He wasn't a substance user and big and tough enough not to worry about travelling alone on near deserted roads.
I was at the other end of his trip, staying with family. When he arrived, he looked haunted, I think would be the appropriate term. Which was
surprising because usually he arrived in a jokey frame of mind, happy to be out of the vehicle .. needful of a shower and a sleep, usually bearing
gifts for various family members and happy to be there. But not this time. He was jumpy as a cat, hollow eyed and .. haunted looking. Basically, he
was like someone many years older .. almost had to be taken by the hand, led inside, handed a hot drink and handled with care. What on earth was
wrong with him? We were giving each other quizzical looks over his head.
Later, when he and I were alone, he seemed to have reverted to childhood, in a way. He asked me if I knew about 'creatures' which were 'on the
side of the road' ? Had I ever heard of them ? Had I ever seen them or been told about them by others ?
Asked him, ' What kind of creatures ? '. He was staring hard at the floor, trying to make sense of his thoughts perhaps, or trying to deal with his
experience. In any event, he confided that while he was driving, he'd seen 'little creatures'. He kept lapsing into silence, staring, not looking
at me very often. It was clear he could still see them, in his mind's eye.
The 'creatures' hadn't all looked the same, he said. But they were all strange, like nothing he'd ever seen before. He kept saying '... little
creatures ... ', as if by repeating it, I'd come to see what he'd seen. He was unable to describe them very well at all. It was obviously
frustrating him. I got the impression that he could 'see' them, but they were beyond his powers of description, despite my prompts, such as, ' You
mean like lambs or rabbits ? '. ' No ! No ! Smaller .. little creatures .. '
I never did manage to get a real description out of him. But he said they were on the side of the road, within the bordering grass-line. ' They
were looking at me .. looking at me ' he said several times. ' Did they look bad ? ' I asked. ' No, sometimes they changed and then they looked
a bit like cartoon characters ' he said. Then added that description wasn't accurate either, because they didn't look 'nice or kind' the way
cartoon characters do. ' So they looked mean ? ' I asked. He replied they didn't look exactly mean .. that they 'kept changing'. Most of all,
he was insistent they looked 'scary'.
You can imagine how bizarre the conversation was. Here was this big, tough guy, mumbling on about 'cartoon characters' and 'changing' and
'scary' and 'their eyes '.
I decided he must have hallucinated during the drive due to lack of sleep. And this may be the correct assumption. But he said not. Became
irritated that I would trivialise what to him had been entirely real. He was able to pinpoint the location when he first saw the 'creatures' and
the point where they'd ceased appearing as well as having clear recollection of the towns he'd passed through, places he'd stopped for
For the remainer of his visit he did his best to behave like his usual self. But I could see he was still troubled by his experience. The upshot of
it all was, he paid for a close friend to fly up and then drive back home with him. He was obviously unprepared to risk seeing the 'little
creatures' again while alone. It's the only time in the years I knew him that I can remember him recounting anything of this nature.
So, all odd experiences that sound quite charming in a way .. cute .. harmless .. like your racoon creature. 'Big deal', people might say. But I
suspect those of who weren't there cannot hope to grasp the underlying sense of horror and disorientation suffered (then and later, maybe lifelong)
by those who experienced them.
Clever, aren't they, these entities, in choosing to appear in such unbelievable form ?