Continued form Squatch Crazy…
As we walked, I started feeling nervous, like something wasn’t right. The others must have felt it too, because our chatter slowly died as we approached the driveway to the cabin. I was getting pretty nervous, though I didn’t know why. It was dark, and it felt like we weren’t alone. The full moon cast a ghostly pallor over everything, and the shadows could have held anything. I just wanted to get back to the safety of the cabin, but to do that we’d have to leave the well lit road and walk down the very dark tree covered driveway. It was a long walk, maybe a thousand feet. We’d have no light until we broke out of the woods into the area of the cabin.
Just as we were about to turn down the driveway, the trees across the road from the entrance erupted. Looking over my shoulder, I could see two young trees at the forest edge thrashing back and forth violently, like a large man had grabbed them and was shaking them. These trees weren’t small, maybe twenty to twenty-five feet tall. I couldn’t have done the violence to them that was done that night. The area between them was filled with a tall bush and it too was swaying as something thrashed in it. Thinking on it now, maybe what I had thought was a tall bush in the shadows, wasn’t a bush at all, but the culprit shaking the trees. If so, it was pretty big, like nine to ten foot tall big. In the darkness and shadows, we couldn’t see what it was, but we knew we didn’t want to stay and find out.
I’m not sure who bolted first, but before we knew it we were all racing down the blackened tunnel that led to safety at top speed. I was fat. My top speed wasn’t up to par with the others, and, as such, I lagged. I dimly remember that flight. The faint glimpses of the cabin’s yard light through the trees. The yells of my friends back to me to hurry. The thudding of my feet as I raced down the path, and…it. Whatever it was it was following me, chasing me through the night. I don’t know how I knew, but it was there; I could feel it. It seemed as if it was right on my heels…and then I was out of the trees and across the yard into the light. My friends were already laughing it off and going into the cabin. I stood there for a few minutes, bathed in the embrace of the light’s glow, staring off into the darkness, waiting…perhaps I would see it, but nothing came out. I shook my head, went inside, and climbed up to the loft, sanctuary of us teens.
Kris’s parents were already in their room and the cabin was dark except for the light in our loft room. We stayed up for a few more hours, playing games well past midnight before we turned in. The cabin was silent, save for the sawmill timbre of Kris’s father snoring below us. I pulled the covers up to my chin and looked around the room. I could hear the rhythmic breathing of Kris and Tom who were both asleep as well. I always had difficulty falling asleep in a strange place. It must have been one in the morning by now. The room was bathed in the light of the full moon outside. I laid there, pondering the fun we’d had that day and the strange events on the road. Now, nestled in a safe bed in the cabin, I was easily able to dismiss the earlier events as nothing more than a curious bear and maybe a skunk. I soon drifted off into dreamless slumber.
I woke up and it was still dark. I don’t know what woke me. Opening my eyes, I glanced at the window and instantly lept from the bed and skittered across the room. I probably screamed. I don’t know, sound had no meaning in the next few seconds. In the window was a man, thing, whatever. It looked like a large man looking in our window, only his head was too big and his shoulders so broad they were beyond the scope of the window frame. Its head came to a point, and was outlined by fur. It had no neck, with its powerful shoulder muscles going straight to its head. I couldn’t see any other details, as the moon was behind it and it was silhouette. I should say I couldn’t see any other details save for its eyes. Its eyes were the primary focus. They were huge, about the size of a nickel each, maybe larger…and they were glowing. From my vantage, they were orange-red in color, but as I moved across to Kris’s bed, they shifted to orange yellow. The others started emphatically saying, “Shut the window, Shut the window.”
“No way,” I replied, not wanting to go any closer to it.
It descended, slowly and smoothly, disappearing from view. My friends were still imploring me to shut the window, so I crept back to my bed, staying away from the window. On the bed, I crept along the wall and then reached up and dropped the shade over the window…then oblivion…
I woke the next day before noon. I immediately remembered the events of the night, but couldn’t shake it as just a dream. I looked over at Kris and said, “I had a strange dream last night.”
“Did it have orange eyes in that window?” he asked, pointing at the window. Tom and I immediately sat up and looked at him, and then at each other. We’d all seen the same thing; it wasn’t a dream.
We quickly threw on our clothes and went down stairs. Kris’s father was out hunting and his mom was making lunch. We exchanged pleasantries and then we all went out to the yard. Sonny, the golden retriever, refused to go out with us, which was very strange…like, had never, ever happened before or since in that dog’s life, strange. When we got out, it was snowing lightly, the first snow. There was about an inch on the ground. We went to the yard under our window, but the snow obscured all detail.
None of us knew what it was or how it looked in our window twelve feet up. We knew it couldn’t have been a prank. First, there was no one else around but the three of us and Kris’s parents. We knew that Kris’s dad was sleeping downstairs, one could literally “feel” him snoring. Kris’s mother certainly would not have created a furry mannequin with glowing eyes and gone out by herself on a cold night in the dark to play a joke on us to which she never revealed the punch line. It just was not in her character, and even if it were, there were never any gotcha moments later on, not even when we questioned them on it years later.
We discussed everything it could have been: bear, no it had a flat face, wide shoulders, and no ears; raccoon, too small; a Great-grey Owl; no shoulders at all; other people, there literally were none around, plus people have necks, a rounded head, and our eyes do not reflect noticeable light in any color in the dark…we ran out of options.
We decided to keep it to ourselves, as no one would believe us anyway.
Continue to Squatch Crazy, Part 3…