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We were spending the weekend about 13 years ago at my Wife’s grandmother’s cabin in Happy Jack Arizona up on the northern Rim. Happy Jack is about
2 ½ hours north east of Phoenix and heavily wooded. There are a few small communities of cabins in this area but mostly the area is uninhabited and
crisscrossed by forestry service roads that run for miles all over the area. Elk run free as well as livestock from a few cattle ranches in the
The area is amazingly gorgeous and we would ride our ATVs on the narrow dirt forestry roads for hours during the days we spent at Pam’s
Grandmothers Cabin. In the evenings my oldest Son would always want me to take him out driving in his Grandfathers early 70s Chevy Blazer. He was
about 13 years old at the time and the Blazer would be his, on his 16th birthday, so I would allow him to drive the vehicle on the miles of forestry
roads that ran through Happy Jack with me in the front passenger seat monitoring his progress.
We would head out from the community of cabins that Pam’s Grandmother lived in, travel the forestry Roads for a couple miles, and finally through an
area called “Windmill Canyon” which led to another community of homes. We then would get to the Highway at which point I would take over and drive
for the few miles back to the cabin. This was a ritual that we went through every evening as my Son was eager to learn to drive.
So one late afternoon, about ½ hour before sunset My oldest Son Josh, as usual hopped into the driver seat of the Blazer, I got into the passenger,
and our other 2 sons aged 10 and 7 were in the back along for the ride.
We had been driving for a little over an hour, the Sun had set and we were driving down a very narrow area of Forestry road, not well maintained with
a downhill grade of probably 10 percent and trees crowded on both sides. The going was very slow and the uneven road made me worry that if Josh went
too fast he would hit a tree. So I was cautioning him as he drove and my eyes were glued to the road ahead.
As we were entering a clearing and the road was leveling off in the headlights we saw a small figure standing upright in the middle of the road about
15 to 20 yards ahead of us as I remember. What we saw is embedded in our minds and I can see it now as I type this like it happened yesterday and not
13 years ago. The creature was extremely thin, standing upright and of a grey or white color. It was about 4 to 5 feet tall at the most and completely
naked, no clothing could be seen. The head was large for its body, the arms and legs long and thin. It looked like the classic Grey Alien.
My son slammed on the brakes the 2 kids in the back started screaming and I was frigging petrified. There was no way we could back up the narrow
inclined road; the only way to go was forward. The figure looked at us and we looked back for about 5 seconds or so, and then the creature crossed the
road to the left and began walking towards the heavy tree line about 15 yards beyond the clearing. When it crossed the road, my Son immediately drove
forward into the clearing and we watched the creature as it entered the tree line and disappeared. Just before it entered the trees, it turned and
looked back at us.
At this point we were all basket cases and all we wanted to do was get the hell out of this area, I knew that about a half mile up the road heading
into Windmill Canyon was a cattle gate that would need to be opened and so my son stayed in the drivers seat and I the passenger so that I would be
the one to jump out and unlatch the gate, I did not want one of my sons leaving the vehicle.
As we approached windmill canyon I was relieved to find the gate open, as I, to be honest was terrified to leave the vehicle I was dreading having to
get out. We entered Windmill Canyon and the Forestry Road at this point was well maintained and we could drive at a much faster rate than prior. As my
Son drove on, we noticed a red light in the trees following us and keeping pace. There were no Cabins in this area, it was completely uninhabited, and
there was nothing to explain the light that followed us keeping pace. All we saw was the red light moving through the trees keeping pace with us. I
would estimate the light itself as probably 3 to 4 feet in circumference, if it was attached to anything we could not tell all we could see is the red
light. The light kept pace with us as my sons in the back were crying and Josh and I were terrified. I did not want to stop and take over the driving
for fear the light would move in on us, fortunately at this point Josh had become a pretty good driver. As we were about to leave Windmill Canyon and
enter the next community of Cabins the Light began to slip back finally blink out or head off, I’m not sure which, we were just happy to get back
into an inhabited area.