Originally posted by Pigpiggy
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I’ll share this little story in honor of my mom & dad’s memories. Lost her last year to cancer and then dad earlier this year. Mom told of the time back in the ‘60’s when she and dad hadn’t been married very long. Dad wanted to show her some of the ranches where he had permission to hunt and fish on for many years. During one of his hunts he came across something unusual in a dry creek bed. He knew that certain folks hid things way out in remote locations and suspected what he had found was a marker for possibly something of value. Dad said there were no houses back then in that area for many miles. He saw no tire tracks or evidence of a vehicle anywhere. You could only get to that location on foot. As was previously mentioned, this was back in the 1960’s.
Dad drove mom out to the edge of this one remote ranch and parked the car. From there they had to walk maybe a couple miles to get to a trail that led to the dry creek bed. It was just starting to get dark by the time they reached the creek. Dad tried to find the marker he had spotted a week or less before. It was now gone. Someone had been out there again and had removed it. Dad was a woodsman and had hunted & fished those ranches with his own father since dad was a little boy. He knew exactly where that marker was at previously. There was no mistaking it was definitely gone. There hadn’t been any rain to flood the creek and sweep things away.
Mom mentioned to dad how she’d like to get on back to their car and leave. Dad agreed and so they began the walk back. It was now completely dark outside and no moon. He knew well enough to bring a rifle and extra ammo. It was a still night with no wind and the leaves had already dropped from the trees. I believe mom said that it wasn’t until they got to the large meadow that she heard footsteps to their right. There was a tree line with an old fence in that direction. Dad heard the footsteps too. It was walking parallel to them and you could hear the leaves crunching as it walked. Each time when they stopped walking to listen and watch, it would stop. Once they would start walking, it would as well. They could see in that direction but there wasn’t any obvious figure of a person or anything else visible.
Dad told mom to walk out into the middle of the meadow so that if whatever or whoever charged them, he’d have a better chance of shooting it with the rifle. Mom told me she was never so scared in her life. This was miles and miles from any house or town. She felt like whatever it was, was out to kill them. It had followed them for more than a mile. They finally managed to get back to the car and get the heck out of there for good. Dad never went back out there again. Mom said that the fence line/tree line ,where the whatever had been following them, ran at a diagonal angle to where their car was parked. That means that the large meadow narrowed up in that direction, putting the tree line closer to the car. Even at a shorter distance away, they both still couldn’t see anyone or anything there as it followed them. Every step it took, they could still hear the leaves crunching. This is a truthful story that was told by both my parents. They didn’t lie. Neither of them drank, used drugs, or anything else.
Dad drove mom out to the edge of this one remote ranch and parked the car. From there they had to walk maybe a couple miles to get to a trail that led to the dry creek bed. It was just starting to get dark by the time they reached the creek. Dad tried to find the marker he had spotted a week or less before. It was now gone. Someone had been out there again and had removed it. Dad was a woodsman and had hunted & fished those ranches with his own father since dad was a little boy. He knew exactly where that marker was at previously. There was no mistaking it was definitely gone. There hadn’t been any rain to flood the creek and sweep things away.
Mom mentioned to dad how she’d like to get on back to their car and leave. Dad agreed and so they began the walk back. It was now completely dark outside and no moon. He knew well enough to bring a rifle and extra ammo. It was a still night with no wind and the leaves had already dropped from the trees. I believe mom said that it wasn’t until they got to the large meadow that she heard footsteps to their right. There was a tree line with an old fence in that direction. Dad heard the footsteps too. It was walking parallel to them and you could hear the leaves crunching as it walked. Each time when they stopped walking to listen and watch, it would stop. Once they would start walking, it would as well. They could see in that direction but there wasn’t any obvious figure of a person or anything else visible.
Dad told mom to walk out into the middle of the meadow so that if whatever or whoever charged them, he’d have a better chance of shooting it with the rifle. Mom told me she was never so scared in her life. This was miles and miles from any house or town. She felt like whatever it was, was out to kill them. It had followed them for more than a mile. They finally managed to get back to the car and get the heck out of there for good. Dad never went back out there again. Mom said that the fence line/tree line ,where the whatever had been following them, ran at a diagonal angle to where their car was parked. That means that the large meadow narrowed up in that direction, putting the tree line closer to the car. Even at a shorter distance away, they both still couldn’t see anyone or anything there as it followed them. Every step it took, they could still hear the leaves crunching. This is a truthful story that was told by both my parents. They didn’t lie. Neither of them drank, used drugs, or anything else.
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