reply to post by BobM88
Your story reminded me of something that happened to my friends and I late one night when we were in high school.
It doesn't take place in the woods, but TRUST me, it was weird.
We were at my friends house, smoking pot (but seriously, not enough pot could have made you see what we saw) playing video games, and having some
laughs. It was about 3-3:30 in the morning and the 4 of us were all heading out to go to our respective homes in the neighborhood, most of them within
walking distance. We got to the end of the drive way and I heard my friend Stan say "Woah, do you guys see that person over there?" and because it
was customary for us to try and 'trip each other out' naturally, I thought he was just joking. I responded with a dismissive "Yeah right" and he
insisted that I look in the direction he was talking about, as I hadn't been paying any attention. I looked up, and my friends as well, and as soon
as I saw it, and I do mean 'IT' my heart sank. It was the first time I had ever felt that mortal fear ever in my life. It was like... I was so sure
that he was messing with me, that the instant I saw it, it was almost so terrifying that it was saddening in a way, because I honestly felt like I was
30 seconds away from a Blair Witch type attack.
Now, the 'thing' that was at the end of the street (we were on a street that had two entrances from the main road through the neighborhood, and it
was standing where the first exit met the road. It looked like a woman, a lot like a woman, it WAS a woman, but it gave off this ape like feeling, or
a very primal and demon like vibe at the same time. It was just standing there, taking steps quite slowly, looking down at the ground, searching for
It started to bend over, crouch down and dig at the concrete with it's fingers. I can not make this up. It was as if they were drugged out, which is
the most plausible answer, but this thing gave off a mortal terror I have never known.
As soon as we saw this, we all yelled and ran for the one car that my friend Scott had drove there. Stan lived right down the street so he took off
for his house. The thing that was strange was that if it was some meth head or something, hearing somebody yell like that, out of nowhere, that is
just ASKING for them to tweak out, or at the very least, look up at it. This thing did not even waver one bit from whatever it was doing. Like it
never even heard us, or did and simply didn't even look, didn't care. The 'ape like' aspect was that it's back was slightly hunched, unnaturally.
Anyways, we got in the car and Mike had decided that he was running home, so Scott says 'DO WE GO GET MIKE?" and in retrospect, I always laugh when
I remember what my response was out of pure terror "F*** MIKE!!!!" but we decided quickly that we'd get him since we could still see him running.
Although the image of seeing Mike run was hilarious, it was still a small thought in my mind compared to the terror I still felt. Because it was still
there. Still hadn't looked up, still digging....DIGGING with it's fingers... at concrete.
We drove to the other exit of the street which is about 50 yards away, and we were bout to turn out onto the road, and we wanted to look out the
window to our right, looking down the road, to see if it had ran, or moved, or was even still there. It was. It had moved to the other side of the
road, because apparently it seemed like a better place to yet again attempt to dig at the concrete. After seeing this, we just hauled ass and drove
It's stuck with me for a long time, at least 4 years have passed and I still think about it.
Only until last month, just a bit before Halloween ironically, had that been the only instance of a terror of that caliber. But then came the second
instance. Different person, but same behavior. The first instance was in Kingston, my home town, and this instance was in Toronto, where I now reside.
My girlfriend and I were walking down our street after a night out, and I happened to turn around for whatever reason and at the end of the street, I
saw a bald man bent over like he was going to throw up, or... crouch down and examine the ground..
We hauled ass for the rest of the 15 yards that were between us and my driveway, I turned around to get a second look. Nothing. He was gone. We had
only been running honestly for about 6 seconds, it wasn't that far, and he was just gone. If he was about to be ill, he ran pretty fast for someone
who's nauseous. But again I got that sinking feeling in my heart when I saw him. I instantly remembered the first time. It was like the most
terrifying deja vu I have ever had.
I think it's obviously worth noting that both instances occurred around 3 am in the morning.
We all know what time that is.
Anybody have anything similar? These two instances were so vividly alike. They almost mirrored each other.