wyattj
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Hello, I’d like to share my experience that has stayed with me my entire life. I thought I ought to have it on record before I forget it. It’s sort of long, but please bear with me.
You see, about 20 years ago, I lived on the southern peninsula of Michigan with my dad and my little brother. I was probably 9 or 10 at the time. We were a happy family, no arguments or scuffles, just a regular family. But one day my father came back from work late. He did this sometimes, and he’d tell me on the phone, “take care of our brother, alright little man.” I had decided to surprise him when he came back by doing a favor, so I set out to water our small garden in the backyard. It was a sunny and dry day. I headed over to the shed where we kept the watering can, started to unlock the lock on the door, and stopped when I heard the loudest thump coming from the inside of the shed. I immediately jumped and ran back inside, locking the door behind. Proceeding cautiously, I made sure my brother was still doing whatever he was doing (probably playing with toys, I don't remember), and called my father. Upon answering, I could hear my dad breathing heavily until he hung up seconds after. Suddenly I heard another knock but was relieved to have figured out it was my dad at the front door. I opened it trying to tell him what had happened outside at the shed, but he interrupted me breathlessly, “Not now,” he said. I immediately forgot about the shed incident and asked him what had happened. He had never acted like this before. He responded with, “I saw… something on the road.” By that time, I was real spooked, as my dad opened a beer, I went upstairs and just stayed in my room.
The next day, my dad went to work again, saying ‘have a nice day’ as if nothing had happened. I once again made sure my brother didn't see me, and made my way outside. This time armed with my trusty swiss army knife and a flashlight (the inside of my shed had no lights). I still remember this moment clearly, approaching the shed and realizing something had changed. The door was open and swinging in the wind, and the half opened lock had been broken. I slowly went over to investigate the inside. No sound came from the shed, except the creaking of the door. With the flashlight on, I started to see the wooden floors of the shed. I saw nothing; the lawn mower was still there, the watering can, everything was in its place. Except for one thing. The grill, which we had recently used, had fallen over. I lifted it back up, and underneath, there were long, deep scratch marks on the wood that had definitely never been there before. I was really scared at the point, so I pushed the grill back in its place, only to pull my hand back in disgust, as I discovered parts of the grill were wet. Like something had licked it, spit on it, or even worse, peed on it. It was at that moment when I heard scratching noises from underneath the floorboards. Even today, it doesn’t make any sense; after all there was no crawl space underneath this small shed. Strange. Anyway, I got so scared I ran out of the shed, screaming. As I was running, I could hear a scream similar to mine, but two or three octaves lower. It was a deep and rich sound but strangely out of tune (I don’t know how to describe it). My reflexes betrayed me and I looked back as I was running and that is when I saw it. A creature running out of my shed, slightly smaller than an adult, completely naked, with an arched back and pale white skin. It looked back at me for a split second, and I spotted HUGE eyes staring at me. They were regular eyes, but I didn’t see any pupils, perhaps there were none. I’d say the eyes were about 2-3 inches in diameter. With tremendous agility (somehow with that bad back), it jumped straight over my fence and disappeared into the woods behind my house. I looked back and ran back inside.
After this experience, I never told my father what I saw. I didn’t want to freak him out, especially because he was very stressed. I don’t know if him seeing something on the road was connected to the shed incident, but it all seems like a freakish coincidence. Everything remained normal afterward. However, I experienced a lot of nightmares relating to this creature. After my father died, I moved multiple times to different places. Hopefully I will never see this thing again.
I hope you found my story interesting. If you have any explanations, please feel free to reply because by this experience, I am truly baffled.
You see, about 20 years ago, I lived on the southern peninsula of Michigan with my dad and my little brother. I was probably 9 or 10 at the time. We were a happy family, no arguments or scuffles, just a regular family. But one day my father came back from work late. He did this sometimes, and he’d tell me on the phone, “take care of our brother, alright little man.” I had decided to surprise him when he came back by doing a favor, so I set out to water our small garden in the backyard. It was a sunny and dry day. I headed over to the shed where we kept the watering can, started to unlock the lock on the door, and stopped when I heard the loudest thump coming from the inside of the shed. I immediately jumped and ran back inside, locking the door behind. Proceeding cautiously, I made sure my brother was still doing whatever he was doing (probably playing with toys, I don't remember), and called my father. Upon answering, I could hear my dad breathing heavily until he hung up seconds after. Suddenly I heard another knock but was relieved to have figured out it was my dad at the front door. I opened it trying to tell him what had happened outside at the shed, but he interrupted me breathlessly, “Not now,” he said. I immediately forgot about the shed incident and asked him what had happened. He had never acted like this before. He responded with, “I saw… something on the road.” By that time, I was real spooked, as my dad opened a beer, I went upstairs and just stayed in my room.
The next day, my dad went to work again, saying ‘have a nice day’ as if nothing had happened. I once again made sure my brother didn't see me, and made my way outside. This time armed with my trusty swiss army knife and a flashlight (the inside of my shed had no lights). I still remember this moment clearly, approaching the shed and realizing something had changed. The door was open and swinging in the wind, and the half opened lock had been broken. I slowly went over to investigate the inside. No sound came from the shed, except the creaking of the door. With the flashlight on, I started to see the wooden floors of the shed. I saw nothing; the lawn mower was still there, the watering can, everything was in its place. Except for one thing. The grill, which we had recently used, had fallen over. I lifted it back up, and underneath, there were long, deep scratch marks on the wood that had definitely never been there before. I was really scared at the point, so I pushed the grill back in its place, only to pull my hand back in disgust, as I discovered parts of the grill were wet. Like something had licked it, spit on it, or even worse, peed on it. It was at that moment when I heard scratching noises from underneath the floorboards. Even today, it doesn’t make any sense; after all there was no crawl space underneath this small shed. Strange. Anyway, I got so scared I ran out of the shed, screaming. As I was running, I could hear a scream similar to mine, but two or three octaves lower. It was a deep and rich sound but strangely out of tune (I don’t know how to describe it). My reflexes betrayed me and I looked back as I was running and that is when I saw it. A creature running out of my shed, slightly smaller than an adult, completely naked, with an arched back and pale white skin. It looked back at me for a split second, and I spotted HUGE eyes staring at me. They were regular eyes, but I didn’t see any pupils, perhaps there were none. I’d say the eyes were about 2-3 inches in diameter. With tremendous agility (somehow with that bad back), it jumped straight over my fence and disappeared into the woods behind my house. I looked back and ran back inside.
After this experience, I never told my father what I saw. I didn’t want to freak him out, especially because he was very stressed. I don’t know if him seeing something on the road was connected to the shed incident, but it all seems like a freakish coincidence. Everything remained normal afterward. However, I experienced a lot of nightmares relating to this creature. After my father died, I moved multiple times to different places. Hopefully I will never see this thing again.
I hope you found my story interesting. If you have any explanations, please feel free to reply because by this experience, I am truly baffled.
