Every time I glanced at my leg, I'm haunted by Memories.
The pain was gone as was most of the injury, but the scar was
still there. It looked like something tried
to bite my leg clean off. And that's usually the story.
I tell people when they ask fighting off an animal as a lot
more believable than what actually happened.
The other boys in my cabin had decided to skip out on the
campfire one night and investigate the forest much to.
My surprise they invited me blinded by the idea of having
Having friends I didn't think twice about joining them.
I've come to regret that day ever since once the campfire
started and we told the cabin counselor that we were going to
sleep. We set out to the forest, the
leader of the group. A kid named Braden took the lead
and let us deeper and deeper into the woods Camp.
Nightingale had a rumor that there was a monster lurking
within its Woods. Of course, no one believed it or
at least, I thought they didn't. As I look to my left, I noticed
that Daniel a kid with a Body type more similar to.
Mine was wielding a slingshot. Any good that would do.
I thought we're not actually going to find anything, you guys
know that, right? I asked looking around the group
of laughing and joking boys, who were all sporting various
amounts of weapons. They just laughed, probably not,
but it would be awesome if we did.
The kid said, aiming his slingshot and me and preparing
to launch, whatever he was aiming at I flinched instantly
stopping my walk as the group chuckled.
Still the butt of the joke. I thought that's when I heard
it. It was so synced with my
footsteps that I almost missed it.
But the moment I stopped something behind me, took
another step before pausing. I froze, tilting my head around
to see what it was. Unfortunately, without Braden's
flashlight. I had no luck in finding what it
was. Yo, can you shine your light on
something? Behind me?
I stammered Brayden was confused, but did so, I studied
his expression, which turned into Asian aside from the
hundreds of trees, there was nothing behind me, stop being
such a wimp. Like you said, we're not
actually going to find anything. I rolled my eyes jogging to
catch up with them, duh. I just thought it might be a
bear that caused an uproar in laughter a bear out here, man
you're dumb. The third kid Thomas spoke for
the next 10 minutes. Things went smoothly and nothing
happened. We had only been traveling in
One Direction. Which breed in thought was good
enough to act as our way back. Also, I have this he shook the
smartphone in the are proudly the Google Maps app open, it
didn't make me feel all that much relieved, but I dropped it
once, we reach the edge of the forest.
I started getting the feeling that we were being watched yet
again and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, then
something rustled in the bushes. This time, I wasn't the only one
who heard it. Brayden pointed at the bush,
Daniel aimed his slingshot and Tom Pulled out a pocketknife.
I never knew he had with nothing in my possession to fight back.
I picked up a stick. I found beneath me pointing it
at whatever was behind the bush. I expected that after a tense
moment, a rabbit would pop out as the cartoons would show.
But that moment of silence never came something emerged from the
Shadows lanky and covered in fur.
Its shape was unlike any other animal I'd ever seen.
In fact, I wasn't even sure it was an animal.
Its body was long. Limbs gripping onto a tree
scurrying away. The moment, the light hit its
face but those few seconds gave me all the time.
I needed to make out the Beast features.
It had a snout like a deer yet. It walked upright though for a
coded its skin. I could tell that it was almost
decaying with black spots on its flesh.
Its face was hideous with black gums lining, yellow teeth,
instantly. All of us, let out a shriek and
dashed in the opposite direction.
I was able to keep up with them for the first 30 yards, but they
We're all much more athletically built and I soon fell behind as
I tried to shout my lungs burned.
Muffling my voice, I felt like I was coughing up fluid soon.
The light projected by the flashlight, diminished behind
the ever-growing Sea of trees. I took in the are trying to call
out for one last time, but before I got the chance, I
collided with a tree and I lost Consciousness at first hint of
daylight crept through the Treetops and the birds, welcome
the dawn with their songs. My bones ache from having slept
on the uneven ground, but despite it all my eyes had
finally opened memories of the encounter drove me to jump to my
feet, no matter how dizzy that made me, I looked around
searching the surrounding area for both, anyone from the camp
and the thing I saw earlier, but there was no sign of either.
However, there remained another problem, I didn't know how I was
going to get back after being unconscious for quite some time.
I forgot. Which way I was running to.
Swallowed back fear realizing that the monster I saw could
still be lurking in the forest with nothing else to do.
I began walking my legs feeling like lead.
That was when I took a step landing on what felt like hard
metal. I barely had the opportunity to
look down before the jaws of a bear trap clamped down coming
close to severing my right foot cartoonishly triangular blades,
dug into my skin one completely piercing through my bone.
It took everything. I had to not pass out right
there. I tried to let out a scream but
my throat choked up. And all I could manage was a dry
rasp as I fell to the ground, the bear trap flipped with me.
My first thought was to open it. However, it wasn't like what I'd
seen in the movies, it was bolted shut with several parts
and components that I couldn't dream of ever figuring out.
Once I realized, I wasn't going to open it.
My heart rate spiked, and I began yelling my frail voice.
Barely left my throat sobs. Overtaking the words a deafening
silence. Did me I kept calling out for
help with no response and I must have lost a lot of liquid.
Because I got lightheaded, I tried to keep moving, but I
could barely lift my arms. Forcing me to stop.
I know that it was probably my paranoia getting to me, but it
seemed that there was always something in my peripherals only
making an effort to move when I wasn't looking.
It got so bad that after a few hours, I considered ripping my
leg off, of course, when I so much as touched it and
excruciating pain. Shot through my entire body
after letting go. I lay on the hard ground, just
beginning to drift to sleep. Hoping that someone would come
back for me. That's when I heard branches
cracking, my eyes immediately shot.
Open the idea of sleeping suddenly becoming foreign to me
my body, jump to life frantically searching my
surroundings to see where the noise came from.
Noticing, the rock beside me. I picked it up before
immediately, looking back up. How I wish I hadn't there was
something there. Two large white orbs.
Floated in the air about eight or nine feet away, they were far
too big to belong to a small Critter and it was positioned at
least seven feet tall. Giving them considerable size.
The creatures body was long within like, supporting a frail
torso, that looked like it was made of sticks.
Its body was covered in matted fur, except for its head.
Its jaw was unhinged open and revealing rows of teeth.
However, what was interesting was that the teeth weren't all
that sharp? In fact it didn't seem like any
part of the creature could be of any trouble.
Its body was way too skinny for it.
To actually attack. It was more like a sickly animal
with no strength to speak of as I waited to see what it was
going to do. Wondering if it was trying to
hurt me, I began to realize something, it wasn't trying to
attack me. Instead it simply watched wide
unblinking eyes, not taking the slightest interest in anything
around me. I glared back as if it was, the
only thing I could do those. Sun began to shine it.
Remained motionless at night, the creature looked terrifying
but in the sunlight where I could make out every detail even
more, so clutching the rock, I throw it as hard as I can.
It hit the creature in the shoulder but aside from
awkwardly shuffling back it didn't seem to notice it
dehydration had begun to set in and I was feeling dizzy as the
creature watched it reminded me of something the way it watched
its prey to the end before, I could only assume it eats.
Smee reminded me of vultures it's funny, as I was asking
myself. If dehydration or hunger would
get me first. The creature was thinking the
same, exact question, as my vision slowly began to blur.
I noticed that it was slowly getting closer.
When my eyes would close for a moment.
I'd opened them in its head would only be an inch away from
mine. Causing me to jump the creature
would do the same bolting behind the safety of a tree, but as
this act of ours repeated for several times that Teacher would
be less afraid each time until eventually it would no longer
move. I wave my arms violently but
still no response. My stamina was running low and
there was no sign of anyone else coming for me, the more
exhausted I got the more I wanted to give in to the idea of
passing the pain, in my right leg was becoming unbearable.
And at this point, death was a preferable outcome to continuing
in the very bottom of the pit of despair.
I lay there, limp, and completely spent.
Not moving another muscle. Despite the fact the creature
was glaring down at me, I couldn't care anymore.
My eyelids began to grow heavy, my Consciousness growing
cloudier by the second, but just before I could be taken away a
voice rang out. Oh my God, it was loud,
startling me awake. I looked toward the source of
the noise and found that it was Braden.
And his friends along with the Camp staff, they all rushed in
the creature, jolting its head up to face them, scurry.
Off before everyone else could even get to me.
The next couple of minutes passed by in a blur, the Camp
staff managed to free my leg from the bear trap.
I was sent to the infirmary for treatment, then released with
instructions to remain on crutches for the rest of the
month. When I asked them about the
creature. They said they thought it was
just a bear, but couldn't tell for sure.
Maybe I was just imagining the whole thing.
All that mattered was that I survived.
However, lingers of the despair, I felt from that day.
Never Left for some reason, I can't shake the memory of that
creature from my mind and the fear it induced Within Me.
All right, I spent my entire slow day at work yesterday.
Reading through this sub. So now I want to share my little
story. My childhood best friend Marie
and I were around 11 or 12 years old at the time.
Marie's family had their own Campsite in a Provincial Park
about two hours from our hometown and would spend the
entire summer each year living in their camper out there.
This particular summer I was able to go and stay with them
for a week and we were excited to spend our time adventuring
around the forest. On the last night that I was
there. We decided we wanted to hurry
down to the ice cream shop by the lake before it closed.
It was early evening at this point, still pretty bright out,
but beginning to lose light, the path, we took was down a short
slope right next to the main road with maybe 10 feet of thick
brush and trees. And between on the other side
was the forest with more tall thick brush.
So we were walking along, not seeing a single other person on
the path in front or behind us. We hear a sudden rustling.
Ling and snapping of branches, similar to the sound of, maybe a
deer moving through the woods, I wouldn't have thought anything
of it, but then the sound of running footsteps follows Marie
glances back and suddenly grabs my arm.
Urging me under her breath. Not to look back at the same
time, the running stops. I don't know why I didn't ignore
her and get a look myself. I guess I could sense the very
real fear in her voice and chose to listen, we both start to
panic getting that feeling like when you're running up the
stairs, Is after turning the basement light off, we pick up
speed as much as we can without breaking into a Sprint.
Knowing the ice cream shop is only about a minute walk away at
this point, the path soon brakes and we are in the parking lot.
Suddenly Marie, steers me hard to the left.
Heading towards the lake and the boat rental instead of
continuing straight to the ice cream shop and I go along with
it silently. Understanding ice cream is no
longer an interest right now. Maria's clearly panicking at
this point. We are We're both looking around
but it seems whatever scared her is nowhere.
In sight. At this point Marie, walks up to
the boat rental and gets us a kayak.
And we climb in and begin to paddle out into the middle of
the lake as we paddle. She tells me that there was a
man behind us and that the man had stopped running at us.
Very abruptly upon making eye contact with her.
He had been wearing a long black coat with the hood up, despite
it being the middle of July, he had a terrible smirk on his face
and she swore that as he stopped running, she saw him put Shiny
away into his coat, he appeared to have just emerged out of the
bushes. After we walked past, given the
sounds, we heard right before he came running onto the path, we
reach the center of the lake and stop paddling, I pull out my
Nokia brick phone that my parents had thank God given me
just in case I hand it to Marie and tell her to call her parents
to come pick us up as the phone rings I see her.
Look out past me to the shore and go pale.
Lifting a hand to point to what she's seeing.
I Turn. And there was the man stalking
his way around the path that circled the edge of the lake
staring out at us. We sat in the middle of the lake
and watched him do two full laps.
Never looking away from us before finally disappearing.
It took a few tries to get ahold of her family.
We were freaking out so bad the whole time as the sun got lower
and lower. We did manage to have someone
come with the truck but by the time we reach the shore, it was
pretty dark outside. I don't know what we would have
done if we hadn't been able to call for a ride.
I'd looking back. I don't know why.
We didn't just go up to the ice cream shop and form an adult
there and ask her parents to come get us then, but it worked
out. We got back safe and we
thankfully never saw the man again.
And someone who loves to take long walks on the beach in the
early mornings when very little to nobody else.
Is there the sea spray on my face in the Salt Air in my
nostrils, always help make the 8-hour shifts.
I spend behind a desk somewhat tolerable and the sight of the
sun rising out on the Misty. Waves has always filled me with
a sense of calm, however, that changed yesterday.
When I was out for my walk, it was a slightly rougher day, the
waves were crashing on Shore, a bit harder than normal.
And the wind was whipping, something fierce.
As I strolled across the beach, I noticed something out of
place, being pummeled around in the surf.
Like it was a pinball when I drew closer.
I saw it was a plastic bag which had been sealed with duct tape
at the top inside was what looked like a book of some sort
and driven. By curiosity, I waited into the
waves up to my ankles, to retrieve it.
When I got back to my car, I managed to open the bag and
found that the book was actually somebody's Journal as stated by
the inscription on the inside of the cover.
It declared it. On to a man named Anthony
Hodgson as part of an ocean Crossing sailing trip from
almost 20 years ago, as I was late for work.
I didn't read any more of it and instead tucked it into my
briefcase for safekeeping. I figured I could find out more
information later on that night and try and return it to its
rightful owner. When I got home that night, I
immediately took the journal out and began reading excitedly.
However as I got further and further towards the last entry,
my intrigued and excited, It meant crumbled to dust and it
was replaced by some of the strongest dread and horror that
I have ever felt. I wasn't sure what to do with
it. Once I finished reading, there's
not much I can do, I can't send it to anyone.
And if I turned it over to any newspaper or TV station, I'm
sure it would be dismissed as a hoax.
Finally, I decided that the only place I could come to share, it
would be here as I know many others come to share.
What they've seen and found. Let me know what your thoughts
are on this, but for me, personally, Only what I've read
has given me some of the worst nightmares I've had since I was
a child and we'll probably keep me out of the ocean forever.
Here are the entries, July 15, 2004, 3:30, 4:00 p.m.
Well, here we are Journal. Today is the day I've been
dreaming about for most of my life ever since I was a little
child spending time at my aunt and uncle's house and Main
reading their old sailing magazines.
I've always had the desire to make an oceanic Crossing.
I'm using nothing more than my skills knowledge and
determination to get me to the other side after, almost 30
years of waiting. It's now, finally, my turn and
thanks in. No small part to the group of
friends, I've forged in this journey called life, all in
total. There are six of us.
Who will be making this trip myself, Darrell Xander, Winston,
Holly and Anastasia. It was Xander's idea for us to
begin saving and pulling together our money to purchase a
sailboat over 12 years ago. And now, I sit in my cabin on
what took what seems like an eternity to attain her name is
the lunging lie on a 52-foot Sparkman in Stephens, y'all from
1950. And God is she one of the most
beautiful things I've ever seen and for something almost 55
years old, she looks as good as the day.
She first entered the water. We're currently docked at appear
in Boston and I can hear the others loading, the final crates
of supplies and barrels of diesel fuel on board.
Tomorrow, we will sail at the we have gone from here with our
bow, squarely aimed for none other than Jolly Old England.
I've done the calculations and if we can average between 10 to
15 knots with the wind, it should be no more than a week
and change to make it there almost 3,000.
Nautical miles of the Atlantic lie between us and the end of a
journey that we will remember for the rest of our lives.
I would love to keep writing, maybe even wax a bit poetic
about this undertaking, but I can hear the others calling to
me to help them. So this is where Have to end
this entry for a first one. And as someone who's never
written in one of these things, I don't think it was that bad.
Alright, later, July, 16, 2004, 11:17 a.m.
Good Morning Journal. We are officially on our way.
We woke up at just a little after 6:00 in the morning and
after a last few consultations of our charts.
And farewells with the Harbormaster, we cast off our
lines and use the diesel engine to motor out of Boston Harbor.
Once we were clear of the last marker, buoy we floored it.
And opened up the sails. I'm happy to report that the
second they did the wind blowing from the West caught them and we
shot off like a bullet currently.
According to the readout were sailing along at a pleasant nine
knots, not what we were hoping for but still adequate.
I do have to say though there is an extreme almost sense of Peace
already Boston and all the rest of land is slowly but steadily
turning into just a thin line behind us.
And The lunging lie on under only sale power, the only sounds
that can be heard are the creaking of the boats, wouldn't
whole as she slices through the water, the sales in the rigging,
as they are slapped by the wind and the cries of the sea birds
as they follow us out to sea. And of course, the shouts.
And laughs of my friends, everyone's Spirits are at a
crescendo as the object of many late-night conversations turns
from the stuff of drunken speculation to reality.
I should point out that everyone on board has a job to do.
Darrell and Winston are the two with the most practical
knowledge on sailing as they've actually sailed from Washington
State down to Baja four or five years ago as part of a
competition. They'll serve as the captain and
the navigator for our trip. Thank God for them.
Are we being way over our heads here, Xander and myself, have
some knowledge, but only from small trips, usually from
Portsmouth up to Bar Harbor in Maine.
So, we are to help with piloting.
While Holly and Anastasia will be working the rigging raising
and lowering the Sales as needed with our help.
Of course, additionally Anastasia will be serving as our
cook for the duration of our trip and considering some of the
meals she's made. I am all for that.
I just took a look at the depth, finder mounted just beside the
main hatch in the cockpit according to it.
The bottom is already over 3,000 feet below us.
I know many other people might find such a revelation scary,
but as someone who's loved the sea as long as I can remember,
it's thrilling. I Can Only Imagine Ajan, what
strange and wonderful creatures, swim and Float beneath us in the
dark and cold Waters. Listening to the sounds of our
whole creaking, reverberating, four miles away, as sound
travels farther in water than are Daryl.
Just asked me to take over the helm for a while.
So I'll end this entry here, right again.
Soon, July, 18, 2004, 1:37 p.m. while I can't exactly say good
afternoon as things aren't as smooth sailing as I would have
liked you. We've come across a rather large
fog bank, which almost seems to have risen up from the waves and
ensnared all in its reach ourselves.
Included, you can't even see 20 feet in any direction, and
whenever a sound is made it tends to bounce off the fog.
Back to you in a rather sharp Echo.
We've had to pull some sales down and reduce our speed. 26
knots to be safe to tell you the truth Journal.
It's really rather Erie. It almost feels like the entire
world has been swallowed up and disappeared and we're all that's
left. EFT thankfully, though, Winston
told me that he's seen fog like this before, and that it won't
last longer than a few hours. I'm grateful for that, honestly,
if it lasted longer, I feel it might pull on my sanity, a
little, the magazine articles and photos, never showed her
spoke about this and I wish they would, it wouldn't have changed
my mind on this trip, but it would have prepared me for what
to expect something loud. Just splashed out in the Gloom.
None of us could see what caused it, but everyone topside It, it,
it was only a single Splash one, which echoed like the crack of a
gunshot. In the fog, when I asked
Darrell, what it could have been, he Shrugged his shoulders.
It could be anything. Tony.
He said, lots of things Splash around in deep water, could be a
whale breaching, could be a shark going after a school of
fish. Hell, it could even be a piece
of Flotsam getting tossed about by a particularly tall white
cap. The explanation, brought me more
Comfort instead of a sense of unease about the unknown, Known
my mind is now, filled with natural explanations.
According to the radar, we are about 400 miles off the coast of
the US and the depth. Sounder shows the bottom as
dropped away to 6,000 feet. We all need to keep a sharp eye
out. So I'll stop writing for now to
help the others write again soon.
July 19, 2014, 1, 17 am. What the actual hell just
happened, not even four hours ago.
Myself sander and Holly laid down.
Get some sleep. As we've worked out a schedule
where we sleep three at a time changing out during the night to
allow the other team to rest. I just managed to drift off when
I flew out of my bunk onto the floor.
It literally felt as if the boat had slammed into another vessel
for a moment. That was my biggest fear, and
after checking, on the other two down below with me, who both had
slight bruises from their own unexpected flights.
I Dash top site to the sounds of chaos.
Winston and Darryl were shouting back and forth.
To each other in confusion and I could hear Anastasia moaning
somewhere closer to the bow. When I asked what had happened,
they told me, they didn't know. It was like, we sailed straight
into a damn block of concrete. Winston exclaimed to me, when I
went to check on Anastasia, I found her lying on her back on
the deck, she had cracked her head on the mainmast giving her
a rather nasty bump on her left temple and received a cut on her
cheek. The three of us.
Carried her down below and laid her down in the forward birth,
or Ali is looking after her. She says she'll be okay but she
needs to rest for the rest of the night.
I for the life of me, can't understand what we hit.
It could have been a whale or a large piece of wood but nobody
saw anything and it was a perfectly clear night, something
that Daryl tells me. We'll end the night after
tomorrow as a storm is coming our way.
And I'm fairly certain that the two most experienced of our crew
wouldn't jeopardize us. So carelessly, if they say they
didn't see anything, then I believe.
Them. I've gone back down below to try
and catch. At least an hour's more rest
before I helped take over the late night to early morning
shift at the helm, according to the charts and radar.
We're now about 850 miles off the coast though.
I didn't look at the depth sounder.
This time, one additional thing to note that may not have any
meaning but I'm still going to write down.
There was one strange thing. I noticed when I went topside
and went to help Anastasia, there was a rather putrid scent
in the air. Something I couldn't place.
If I didn't know any better, I would have said it was ammonia
but we have none a board, which could have spilled.
So, I don't know what to make of it, probably nothing.
But still noting. Anyways, good night.
Hopefully no more surprises. July 20th, 2004, 4:37 p.m.
Good Morning, Journal things happily seem to be more on track
today than they have been the last to.
I'm currently sitting behind the helm using my foot to keep it
straight As. I write most of the others have
gone below to have dinner, which I'll have myself when they're
finished someone needs to steer after all.
I'm happy to report that Anastasia is back up.
And aside from the bump on her head, seems to be in good
spirits, she's currently making clam chowder.
A favorite of all of ours, we've picked speed back up to about 11
to 12 knots, with a strong Tailwind.
Although earlier at quit, causing us to have to tack back
and forth before regrettably having to fire up the engine.
Carry us a bit farther. The sound of it was almost
heresy out here in the silence only broken by the wind and the
waves. It was worth it though.
As I saw a truly amazing sight about half an hour ago, the
whale it breached out of the water, not more than a half.
A mile away from us seeing that gigantic block Leviathan.
Leaping from the waves is a site that filled me with joy to tell
you. It did.
So a few more times seeming to move around in a circle before
disappearing below the waves, I've I honestly, never heard of
a whale doing multiple breaches in such a short succession, but
there's a first time for everything, I guess.
Anyways, I look ahead now. And in the distance, I can see
the storm clouds on the horizon. Lightning occasionally flashing
in the dark gray fluff. According to the report, we got
from a tanker on the ship's radio, it will be a bad one.
Meaning, our initial plan to make it to England in just over
a week, is going to be extended to just about two weeks fine by
me as despite our setbacks And problems.
I still am thoroughly enjoying this journey.
Good Lord. Did that just startled me?
I heard a loud splashing sound off.
Our Stern behind me and swung around.
There was nothing there, but it was so close.
I swear, I could feel the water droplets, hitting me on the back
of the neck. Anyways, Sanders coming up to
take over Helm duties, so it's time for me to head below to eat
according to the radar. We're now over a thousand and
three hundred miles out to sea close to the halfway mark.
Arc of our trip. The depth sounder says 12,000
feet of water lie between us and the sea floor, right later, July
21st, 2004, 7:18 a.m. I don't even know where to begin
with this entry. I'm honestly lost for words,
both in my shock and my grief. I suppose there's no other way
to put it other than bluntly Holly's gone.
Last night, we sailed Into the Storm at just a little after
8:00 the waves and wind became something fierce.
Something that I only read when reading novels like The Perfect
Storm and The Old Man and the Sea, The Waves crashed down on
the deck with all the ferocity of a freight train.
And the howling of the wind sounded like a banshee screaming
into our ears. All of us, save for Anastasia
who was cleaning up dinner dishes in the galley, were top
side to keep the lunging, lion, straight and true, but the storm
battered about our sailboat. Like it was a child's plaything
in the bath. I don't know how big the swells
became but we would ride up one. One and almost drop in a 75 or
80 degree angle down into the trough before.
The next set, the lightning flashed momentarily,
Illuminating the hell we'd sailed into like it was the
middle of daytime and the Thunder boomed and rattled my
eardrums Darryl and I were at the helm fighting to keep the
rudder straight while the others were working the rigging and the
sales Holly was working the rigging underneath the main
sail, when it happened, a sudden change of wind slammed into us
from the port side Shifting, the boat sideways.
Is it also caused the boom to change direction?
Suddenly swinging across the deck, like a charging bull
sander and Winston managed to duck under it.
But Holly didn't the huge wood and fiberglass, projectile,
caught my friend on the side of the head and shoulders in its
Arc. And before anyone knew what was
happening, she was gone knocked over the railing and into the
churning waves for a moment as we panicked and looked around
us. I thought I saw her in a flash
of lightning about 15 yards behind Behind the boat, waving
her arms and her mouth open in a scream as she bobbed in the
waves, kept afloat by her life jacket.
But when the next flash came, not even for seconds.
Later, I saw nothing, we couldn't turn around in the
storm, not, unless we wanted to swamp ourselves in sync, we
could do nothing. But helplessly, sail away from
our friend Sandra hasn't been able to stop crying Holly and he
were an item and losing his life partner.
Has destroyed him in a way. I can only imagine the Leaves.
Have lessened some sense but our boat has taken major damage.
Both the radio and radar have been damaged in the storm making
any kind of call for help impossible as well as knowing
our exact location to make matters worse.
There seems to be something wrong with the propeller for the
diesel engine. As when we discovered some tears
in the Mainsail, we lowered them to repair and continued under
engine power. But though the engine roared, we
didn't move at all. Daryl says, he'll check it out.
Once the storm lets up, A little more for now.
All happiness, of this trip has flooded out of all of us.
Now, it's marked by the loss of one of us.
I just honestly want to get to England at this.
Point will write later, July 21st, 2004, 3:13 p.m. the storm,
finally abated enough for Darrell to check on the prop as
the waves petered out, and we seem to move into the eye of the
storm. He donned a pair of flippers and
a mask and jumped overboard to inspect it when he Just head
above the waves. His face bore a look of
confusion and worry, Treading Water beside the boat.
He told us that the prop had been sheared half off by
something. The one remaining blade had been
bent so that it couldn't turn anymore but the rest was just
gone. I remember his exact words.
I've sailed for 15 years and I've never seen something like
that happen in Open Water. You usually have to run aground
to do damage, like that unnerve, myself.
I asked him to come back aboard. As he swam back to the swim
ladder on the stern. I swear, I saw something below
the waves, a shape darker than the rest of the ocean.
One that seemed to move on its own power slowly rising up
towards us, whatever. It was, it looked big.
I fully admit. When I saw that dark sheep, I
couldn't help but reach over the transom and grab Darryl by the
arm almost wrenching him, out of the water.
It's beyond ridiculous, I know, but given our recent events, I
feel on edge. Hell, we all do.
Now, I sit behind the helm in the cockpit as I watch Anastasia
and Xander, try and sew up the torn sales.
I hope they'll do good. Progress soon.
I want to be out of this area before nightfall and more
unnerving. Is the fact that that ammonia
like smell is back this time. Winston smelled it as well.
Holding his nose and complaining about that.
God awful stench, we looked around but saw nothing.
I'm beginning to regret being the one who thought this trip of
ours up over a decade ago. Right later.
On July 21st, 2004 613 p.m. Daryl's gone.
What the actual hell is going on?
Just before dusk fell. He came back top side and one
arm holding a waterproof, flashlight in the other a brand
new propeller he told us that he'd brought a spare along in
case of any emergency and we felt a wave of relief wash over
us, that we be able to get moving.
The storm wall was fast approaching and Xander, an
Anastasia hadn't finished mending.
Sales yet. He also had a yellow pony
bottle, which he pushed the regulator into his mouth, and
after picking up a wrench, put on his flippers and mask and
slipped back overboard, we all saw his light, click on, and he
slipped out of sight underneath the boat.
Every couple of seconds we saw burst of bubbles break the
surface as he breathed out and a quick flash of his flashlight.
Swing around for a few minutes, we felt the tension he's up and
despite the Grim mood from Holly's death.
Winston told us a joke about sharks and a razor line
surfboard, which made us laugh a bit.
But then that jovial mood deflated as quickly as a bully
popping. A kids party balloon.
Hey what's going on? We all heard Anastasia cry and
we looked over the railing down into the water.
Darryl's light was dancing about as if he was turning rapidly
around from one side to the other, the air bubbles coming in
Faster streams, then two things happened in Rapid succession.
The first was that the beam from As light disappeared.
It was as if he just snapped it off.
One second it was their whipping around the next, it was gone.
And the second was that a huge stream of bubbles came to the
surface at once. It was only for a second and
then nothing we waited and waited the S drawing in two
minutes. But our friend and one of our
two leaders never resurfaced, it was as if he'd never even been
there. We debated for a few minutes
about having someone else go into the water and after many
Few zil's, I finally relented and grabbed a mask.
I wouldn't be going in all the way though.
I would just drop down the swim ladder enough to see under the
boat. And that was it as I stepped
down and felt the freezing water, touch my feet.
I felt Goose Bumps rise all over my arms and legs.
I couldn't understand why, but I felt my Primal flight-or-fight,
instincts, kicking in, as I stuck, my head in the water and
pointed another flashlight around, I saw no sign of him,
the water under the boat. Was completely empty of life.
No fish. No, sharks nothing and no
Darryl, I swim my head around looking off into the Gathering
Gloom but still saw nothing as I turned and looked down Into the
Depths. However, I swear, I saw a flash
of changing color, it could have been a trick of the ocean, but I
swear, I saw one patch turn from dark blue almost black to a very
dark maroon. That was enough to make me yank
my head out of the water and climb back up from the swim
platform. Form.
He's not there. I said to the others, he has
just disappeared. We all agreed.
Then that nobody else would enter the water.
We take our chances being battered around by the storm.
Currently, we've started the bilge pumps before it reaches
us, I can hear them roaring away in the recesses of the whole, as
I sit at the galley table and write this, and I can't help.
But feel a creeping sense of dread as I close my eyes and
recall that dark shape. I thought I saw plus the change
in color. I swear, I On the deep but I
can't let myself lose my cool. We all need to keep a level
head. If we hope to get back to dry
land. I'll write again soon, I hope to
God. It's with better news.
July 23rd, 2014 Thirty in the morning.
If you gaze too long into the abyss, you'll find the abyss.
Also gazes back at you. That may not be the exact quote,
but who gives a damn not. When you've looked into the eye
of a monster still, I should tell you what happened.
And the storm reached us that night and all throughout it and
much of the next day we were battered by it.
I thought so many times that the wooden Hull would break apart
dropping us all into the Monstrous waves and stinging
rain but somehow she stayed afloat.
It's true what they say. They don't make them like this
anymore. As daylight broke though the
storm increased in its ferocity and we were forced to venture
topside to steer the boat into the waves to keep from capsizing
myself Xander. Winston went up after donning
life jackets. We told Anastasia to stay below
for her own safety. When we emerged it was like
stepping directly into hell. The Rain tour at our faces and
the wind almost completely drowned out.
The sound of our voices, lightning pierce, the dark, and
we worked with our remaining flashlights to raise what little
sales. We had left hole and then began
to try and steer towards what our compass and charts.
Indicated was England. We had no idea how far we were
from it or how blown off course. Course the storm had shoved us
but we had to try for three hours.
We were battered and beaten, but we seem to make Headway that was
when a familiar sensation, struck our boat the same
concrete slamming sensation as before making it feel as if we'd
come to a dead, stop in the waves, which began to wash hard
down into the cockpit. Thankfully, the main hatch was
closed. So no water.
Got down below. What the hell did we hit?
I heard, Winston shout to be heard over the howling wind.
Hello. No Sandra called back to him.
And I saw his flashlight beam shine down into the water.
I don't see anything. His voice, cut off, you don't
see what Winston yelled back, but there was no answer from him
feeling a piercing fear seized me.
I pointed my own flashlight. Beam up to?
Where he'd been near the bow. It illuminated him still
kneeling and clutching at the railing.
Staring down into the sea sander.
What the hell's the matter with you?
I screamed as loud as I could slowly.
He turned to look up and back at me.
What I saw made me feel like ice.
I have never seen Xander. Even a tiny bit afraid before.
We always said, he was the most courageous out of our group, but
now his face had turned a Shade of Pale.
I thought only corpses could hold and his eyes were about as
wide as they could get his hand holding his flashlight trembled.
As I looked, I smelled that putrid stench.
Once more this time though, it was overpowering.
That was, when I heard Winston scream, ice, one might be.
Port side and the beam. Oh good God.
Almighty. The beam landed on a scene that
however, much longer. Am I alive?
I'll see whenever I close my eyes, Winston was still there,
but so was something else, something which had come from
the sea itself. My hand, trembles, as I write
this next part, it was a tentacle an honest-to-god
tentacle looking like something out of the old 20,000 Leagues
Under the Sea movie from the 50s, but unlike that this was
very much alive. I saw every detail in slow
motion, the giant Club of the tentacle big enough to wrap
around the Mast and filled with dozens of huge, white suckers,
the arm of the tentacle as thick as two men standing next to each
other. It all was a dark maroon color
and then I saw Winston. Oh God, no, the tentacle had
wrapped around my friend with the strength of seven boa.
Constrictors squeezing him. So tightly.
I saw his face turned red even in the biting Wind and Rain.
He feebly pressed his hands to it, trying in vain to push it
away. And then as quick as one of the
bolts of lightning flashing overhead, he was gone.
It was so quick. I only saw it as a blur hearing,
a gigantic Splash as he was yanked.
Below the waves. I forgot all about steering the
boat and scrambled for the side in some misguided and foolish
attempt to save him. I pointed the lights beam down
into the dark Waters and me running.
Do I wish I hadn't because it pointed directly into an eye.
My and in human eye, the size of a wall clock one, which looked
back at me with a cold and predatory gaze.
The pupil contracted in the light and it shot back
underneath the boat to the other side Xander, I turned to scream
for my other friend to get away from the railing, but he was
already gone. I hadn't even heard him get
taken over the wind. And the rain is flashlight
rolled around on the deck near where he been kneeling, but he
was gone. That's when I saw another
tentacle rise above the railing, A few feet in front of me, it
felt around on the deck seeming to move by a sense of touch as
it searched for its next meal for me, while courage left me,
and I abandoned anything topside and dash below.
I slammed the hatch closed behind me and locked.
It knowing full. Well, if it really wanted to the
tentacles, could easily rip it off.
Its track Anastasia was shaking when I ducked down below and saw
her she'd been looking through the side windows and seen what
had happened to the other two. Winston her husband as much as I
was terrified. I went to her.
I held her in my arms to console her and we sat there sitting on
the hardwood floor, listening to the sickening sounds of the
tentacles. Moving underneath us over the
hole in breaching the waves to search the deck after a while.
It stopped the storm lessened, a little, the wave, ceasing their
merciless, battering of our boat Anastasia, finally drifted off
to sleep in my arms and I carried her to the forward
birth. She needs sleep.
Leap, so do I, but I can't bring myself to fall asleep.
I know, I'll be haunted by nightmares of that tentacle and
I and I know it's still there. I can still smell that ammonia
sent even through the closed windows and hatch for now
though, I'll just curl up on the galley seats.
I don't know what else to do. There's nothing else I can do.
Who gives a crap about the date. This will be my final entry in
this journal. I don't even know how many days
we've drifted aimlessly on the waves anymore.
The storm finally passed and the waves have remained relatively
calm ever since. If it weren't for knowing What
Lies Beneath them, I might almost call it peaceful.
It's anything but though our food and fresh water is almost
completely used up. All our remaining sales tour in
the storm and Anastasia's and no shape to sew them up.
And unfortunately, I never learned how it wouldn't matter.
Anyways, our Rudder is gone. I know because when I opened the
main hatch and stuck my head out, I saw it floating on its
side about a half mile away from us.
No, doubt, torn off by that creature.
Leaving us completely dead in the water.
I know what it is now. I was too terrified and Confused
to put together the pieces in my mind, but now all the marine
biology knowledge and my brain has allowed me to identify it.
ARCA tooth is ducks. A giant squid one far larger
than has been seen by scientists before at least 60 or 70 feet
long judging by the size of the eye.
I saw a creature that has for centuries terrorized Sailors,
giving rise to the legend of the Kraken.
Pulling ships below the waves and preying upon the floating
Sailors. So many marine, biologists and
historians said that the stories of ships being pulled down to
their Doom were conjecture wise Tails.
I I can confidently say that they're absolutely full of crap.
The stories were right on the money.
The lunging lion is slowly sinking, the pumps gave out
yesterday. Both Anastasia and I heard them
quit when I went topside to check on them, looking around as
if I were an owl to make sure I wouldn't be grabbed and lifted
the hatch to the engine compartment, I saw water in it
for a while. We tried bailing it out but
soon, gave up what's the point? Anyways, we can't call for help.
We can't escape. The dinghy lashed to the deck as
we be set upon by the Beast, that damn smell is always here.
Now, one that signals its presence along with the scrapes
of its tentacles along the whole or screwed.
Anyway, we look at it and this morning, Anastasia stepped
overboard. I don't think she could take the
waiting anymore. I woke up just in time to see
it. She become closed off since the
day before. Barely saying a word I couldn't
make out what she was thinking, but I awoke and saw the Hatch to
the cockpit was open. Feeling a new sense of dread
course through my veins. I ran to the open hatch just in
time to see her step off the stern.
Railing, I heard the splash of her dropping into the water, the
sound of the tentacles, rubbing on the whole stopped and then
nothing silence. I'm alone now, well, not
completely alone. That thing is still there.
The rubbing and scraping has started again, as I write this
the boat has sunk lower into the water.
The entire transom is almost underwater and as it Bob's up
and down in the waves, I can see it sitting just below the
surface behind the boat and waiting patiently.
Staring at me with that cold, unblinking eye.
It knows as well as I do that. I don't have lung, which is why
I'm going to place this journal into a bag.
After I'm finished writing this. I'll seal it with a roll of duct
tape, which floats around near my feet and then I'll throw it
overboard as far away as I can maybe with some luck.
It'll Wash ashore somewhere. So someone can know what
happened to us. The transom is lower in the
water now and the tentacles are beginning to reach over into the
cockpit. I'm going to stuff myself into
the forward birth, as far as I can.
And shut the cabin door. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll drown
before it can reach me. I don't want to be torn apart by
that monsters beak. Like the others were please,
whatever you do. But where the open ocean
monsters? Real ones?
Dwell out here. And Dubai.
I could hear the Twigs cracking beneath my feet, as I walked
through the forest, the trees loomed ominously above me, their
foliage, blocking out, the Moonlight and casting a veil of
Darkness around me. I tried to keep calm but my
heart was racing with anticipation as I nervously,
surveyed, the area, suddenly I spotted something in the corner
of my eye, a shadow moving quickly between two trees in the
distance. I froze in fear.
As I watched it slowly slink away into the darkness and
vanish from sight. Right.
That was when I started to notice them figures in the
shadows, standing still like statues and watching me from all
directions. With piercing eyes sweat was
running down my face. As I slowly backed away trying
to keep an eye on them at all times without drawing attention
to myself. Then without warning they
started to move towards me slowly at first, and then faster
and faster until they were sprinting across the ground,
towards me with alarming speed Panic set in.
As I nervously turned around and started running from My life
there footsteps, echoing behind me in unison, like an eerie
chorus of death. As I ran a flashes of black
figures made their way through my mind, tall and slender
humanoids with pale skin, that seemed almost translucent in the
Moonlight. It was like a vision from some
Forgotten Nightmare, it felt like hours before I finally
reach safety, but by then my legs were trembling so badly
that I could hardly stand up straight.
Then suddenly, it hit me. Those black figures weren't
following me. They had been chasing.
NG something else. Something that had been lurking
in the shadows just like them. A chill ran down my spine, as I
realized what it was a pack of wild creatures black as night
and completely silent in the darkness, I quickly made my way
back home, never wanting to set foot in that place.
Again, I still remember those black figures in the forest,
their eyes filled with an eerie hunger that will haunt me
forever. I had heard rumors of mysterious
creatures, living in the depths of the woods, but nothing had
prepared me for this. In the days and weeks that
followed I could still feel their presence lingering in the
air around me like an invisible cloak of fear that refused to
leave my side. I started to avoid that part of
the forest at all costs, making sure to keep a safe distance
between myself and those dark figures.
But deep down, I knew that this was only the beginning.
If I ever wanted to find out what really lurked in those
Shadows, I would have to go back and face my fears head-on.
So one night, I mustered up enough courage to venture Her
out once more into the darkness hoping Against All Odds, that I
would make it out alive, as I slowly approach the edge of the
forest. I started to feel a strange
presence in the air around me. A presence that seemed to be
emanating from those same black figures.
I had seen before, I could feel my heart pounding as they slowly
emerged from the Shadows. They're pale skin glowing in the
Moonlight and their eyes staring directly at me with a menacing
hunger. They seem to be waiting for
something almost as if they wanted me to join.
In their hunt for whatever lurk beyond the trees.
I was so scared that I could hardly speak.
But eventually I managed to muster up enough courage to take
a few tentative steps forward, somehow drawn towards them, like
a moth to a flame, and that was when it happened all at once.
Like some sort of Silent command all of them started running into
the darkness and disappeared from sight.
They seem to be leading me somewhere, but with each step, I
took my fear, grew stronger and stronger and my courage began to
waver Eventually we reached our destination, an old abandoned
cabin deep in the woods and without warning they stopped
dead in their tracks and began to circle around.
It silently like Predators stalking their prey suddenly one
of them stepped forward towards me and pointed towards the cabin
door. It was almost as if he were
asking me permission to enter. My heart was pounding so hard.
That I thought it might burst out of my chest.
But before I could move or even think about what was happening,
they all vanished Into Thin Air. Left alone in total, darkness.
I tentatively stepped forward and opened up the door.
Only to find myself face to face with what appeared to be an
ancient ritual chamber filled with dozens of black figures
wearing hooded cloaks tannic set in, as they all turned around to
face me at once my legs felt like jelly as they slowly
Advanced closer towards me where they going to hurt me where they
going to off me before I knew it.
One of them had grabbed, hold of my arm, he had a firm grip on
it, but his touch felt strangely.
Warm and comforting almost as if he wanted nothing more than for
me to understand something important suddenly he pulled
back his hood, revealing his face.
He was a middle-aged man with kind eyes and an air of wisdom
about him and immediately my fear began to subside.
He spoke in a gentle voice that seemed strangely familiar.
You are not safe here, child. He said these are dark Forces at
work. Here forces, you do not
understand, so please go home now.
Then you let go of my arm almost, as if he knew that his
words had been understood before, turning back around and
rejoining his companions, who then quickly, vanished Into Thin
Air without another word. I stood there for what felt like
hours until finally gathering enough strength Within Myself to
stumble home shaking yet, somehow reassured, by this
mysterious encounter, when morning came, it was as if
nothing happened, everything looked perfectly normal again,
yet. Deep down inside something had
changed forever. Ever from then on whenever night
Came Calling, no matter how scared or tired, I become, I
can't help, but feel drawn back into those woods again.
Hoping against hope that I will find answers hidden amongst
those ever-present black figures.
So every night I set off once more into the darkness, hoping
this time, they'll make it out alive, little by little, I start
understanding more about those mysterious beings, how they move
together in unison, like an army, protecting something
hidden behind those trees, yet, every time, even after Getting
close enough. I still can't figure out what it
says. These cloak protectors are so
desperately trying to keep away from prying eyes.
But then one night after months searching something happens, one
figure separates himself from the others as though beckoning
me closer, he starts walking away from them.
A few moments later, we stopped before an ancient tree
surrounded by thick fog, he pulls aside its heavy branches.
Revealing what looks like an entrance without thinking twice?
I enter inside. Side is an underground chamber
filled with statues depicting, many strange creatures, suddenly
everything becomes clear. These creatures have been
guarding something hidden from us, humans for centuries.
Just when I turn around ready to leave the figure stops me, his
gaze remains fixed on mine. For what feels like eternity.
Until finally speaking, this place is not meant for your
kind. He said it is best you leave.
Now I tried going in but he strongly pushed me out and the
Entrance closed. I tried as hard as I could but
it wasn't possible. I had to go back to my house but
I will find them again. This happened around either May
or June of 2010. I was spending the day with my
future wife and her family on Mount Lemmon which is north of
Tucson Arizona. There's a road leading up to a
town. That's about 25.
Miles long and has a fairly steep grade along the way.
The land changes from Desert to Pine Forest, it's absolutely
beautiful and one of the most challenging cycling routes in
the world our day. However, was to go geo caching
using a small GPS that only told old direction and distance to
the cash. After several hours of stopping
along the road hiking, a bit and finding several of these
geocaches. We made it to the small town.
At the end of the road, we had a late lunch and we were planning
to go back down. But my wife pointed out there
was still time to find one more cash before it.
Got dark, all of us. Agreed in saw, there was one
fairly close less than two miles away.
Her family had a small sedan at the time in when we saw, it was
down the dirt road on. Backside of the mountain.
We parked and started walking there.
It was only a little over half a mile at this point so we didn't
think anything of it. This road goes along a fairly
steep section so there are lots of switchbacks after what was
probably an hour. The GPS said we still had just
under a quarter. Mile to go my wife.
Her father and I were having no trouble but her sister who was
13 or 14 at the time and her mom were not as fast.
So the pace was quite slow. Finally, we got Within In 20
feet of the cash, a dense patch of forest with lots of Fallen
trees and underbrush. The sun was really low.
Now maybe even already setting it was getting dark fast and we
still hadn't found this cash. I looked at my wife pointing
out, we didn't have any flashlights and that we really
needed to head back. She nodded and told her parents
with her mom. Quickly agreeing that we all
needed to head back, somewhat dejected, the five of us started
back up the road. It was even We're going than
when we were going down and soon the dark closed around us.
Luckily there was enough Moonlight to let us see a few
dozen feet in front of us but not much else.
I kept trying to push the pace even though my wife's mom and
sister were struggling telling them it's just a bit further.
My wife came beside me, holding my arm and pressing against me,
please be nice. My sister is really scared, I
told her okay and apologize to her sister saying that I'd walk
more slowly for them at this. This point I was leading us.
My wife still holding my arm and her sister's hand with her mom
and dad right behind us. A weird sensation started
running through me. Then I told my wife to stay
right behind me because I needed my hands to be free, my gate
lowered and widened every noise from the dark caught.
My attention, I didn't move my head, only my eyes, it didn't
matter, everything was dark except the faintest outline of
trees and the occasional Boulder.
I couldn't see much of anything. I had to look, I need a knife.
My wife made a sound, which I took to be a question to my
statement. I need a knife almost grunting
the words out a big knife. Why do you need that?
Her mom asked just above a whisper.
I shook my head, barely moving it at all.
I just do every hair on my body. Stood on end.
That Primal animal Instinct that takes hold with either fight or
flight. I was ready to fight.
The forest was quiet. Now, not even the sound of Wind
Through The Pines. It's I remember hearing
somewhere that when a predator moves nothing else makes a
sound. All I heard was the soft crunch
of gravel beneath our feet, not even breathing.
I'm not religious at all. In fact, I'm a borderline
atheist. But at that moment I was praying
to the spirit of the forest, the mountain sky, anything, that
would listen that, I was that Predator.
After a few hours, we finally reached the main road and we
relaxed got into the car and drove down the mountain in
Silence. The We went back to her parents
house to visit nothing. Exciting.
I was watching an NFL game and having to explain everything to
my wife's mom, which was fun, especially the yellow line that
she didn't know was superimposed on the broadcast and not
actually on the field for the players to see.
At one point. It was just my wife, her father,
and I sitting alone in the living room and I started
talking about how weird I felt while we were walking back to
the car last night. Telling him everything.
Yeah, he looked at the Two of Us.
Us speaking in his deadpan manner.
I really wanted a big gun, but I didn't want to scare your mother
and sister. Why is that he looked at both of
us. There was something following us
some sort of Predator. This wasn't dead pain.
He was serious. I looked back a few times.
And saw eyes, big ones, that Primal feeling took hold of me
again, even inside a house. During the day, it was big to
his gaze, went into the distance as his mind, replayed, whatever
it was. He had seen the first time that
was on the ground. Maybe 50 feet away, then it was
up in the trees and I mean, up in the trees, my body shook With
Every Beat of My Heart. The last time I saw it, it
jumped from the ground into the Treetops and was keeping Pace
with us. They're hunting us from above.
I kissed my wife the first time I had ever done so in front of
either of her parents and told her I loved her more than
anything. None of us ever spoke of it
again I still go hiking even more so since my wife passed but
now I have to Rules, I only hike during the day, I always carry a
big knife. This story happened to me back
when I still lived at my parents house, I was commuting to
college at the time and had three siblings that also lived
at home. My brother and two sisters for
some context. We lived on 5 acres in rural
Ohio, surrounded on both sides, by woods and farm Fields.
Additionally, during the week. My dad normally left for work at
2 a.m. So I had always felt like it my
job to be the man of the house because he was gone during the
times when you would imagine something sketchy.
Opening, however, on this night because it was the weekend.
My dad was home. I woke up to the sound of my
brother's voice, trying to get my attention, we had separate
rooms upstairs and coming out of our rooms.
You could look down over the banister and to see our front
door. When I woke up.
It took a few moments to get out of the haze and realize what was
going on. I looked at the clock and it was
around 2:30 a.m. And my brother told me, there
were two men at our front door. Now, this really woke me up.
Up. We quietly walk out of my room
and peek over to look down at the front door when we looked.
There was no one at the door, but I noticed my parents off to
the side out of view of the glass on the front door.
I whispered down to my dad and he told me, there were two guys
who had been talking to each other and knocking on the door,
hearing my dad, say this freaked.
Me out even more. I went back into my room and
grab my pistol quickly shuffling down the stairs.
After looking to make sure they weren't at the door.
If they had been They would have easily seen me coming down the
stairs as it is in direct view of the door.
My brother is right behind me as we head over to where my parents
are whispering to try and find out what is going on.
My parents had awoken to the sound of our dog barking and had
come out to find these two men knocking loudly at the door.
At this point, the men returned and begin knocking.
Again, despite the fact that no one had come to the door and our
dog was still actively barking. The fact that they were there at
this time in a Location where houses are spread out, hundreds
of yards and still knocking with a dog barking.
Made the situation even more terrifying.
After a couple of minutes, the men walked away and we all
Shuffle across the kitchen, into the family room to peek out the
windows into our driveway, which is lit up by our outside light.
There was a black Cadillac sitting there but no one was
inside from what we could see immediately, the question was
worded. These guys go, they weren't in
their car and they were no longer at the front door.
Unfortunately, we figured out the answer when the handles on
our back, French doors started jiggling, they were actively
trying to enter the back of our house which enters into the
kitchen at this point. I just remember my mom
frantically saying, David to my dad as pure Terror overwhelmed
her, then, two things happened. Adrenaline filled my body, as I
prepared my handgun, horrified at the very real possibility
that I might have to shoot these men.
Secondly, my dad finally grabbed the phone called the police.
And calmly told them what was happening, thankfully, after a
minute of jiggling, they stopped at the back door and
disappeared. Again, only to return to their
knocking at the front. However, at this point, several
minutes had gone by and suddenly, we saw the local
police fly up in multiple Cruisers with their lights on as
they whipped into our driveway in front yard the two men bolted
away. Attempting to run the long way
around the house. Across the driveway, one of them
disappeared out of our view, but the other one was in Accepted by
an officer yelling for him to get on the ground.
He didn't. And he was immediately tased and
fell on the ground. Some of the officers went around
the house after the other guy and one of them came to talk to
my dad and I as we came out the front, they ended up finding the
other man hiding in my sister's little playhouse in the
backyard, it appears both of them were drunk and her high as
the one who hid had cocaine on him while they were both
arrested that night, we never did find out what they were
charged. With her, what happened to them?
Needless to say, the whole experience was not fun.
So Random men at our door in the middle of the night, let's not
meet again.