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Something In The Woods

(NOTE:  Be sure to read the other tale by this author, titled It Wants In...)

It was the spring of 2001, a nice warm, sunny afternoon in Western Kentucky near Lake Barkley. I had gone to visit a friend that afternoon; I didn't expect any out of the ordinary event to take place. I arrived at his house, was talking with him outside. It was typical for me to visit on Saturdays and we would discuss the week's events.

Not long after I arrived he told me that he needed to use the phone and that he was going down to the shop where he worked to do so. He asked if I wanted to go with him and I said, "well, if you're just going down there to use the phone and come right back, I'll stay here". He acknowledged that as being his plan and said he would be right back. He then got into his truck and pulled out onto the highway, going towards the shop. I sat there on his back porch, smoking a cigarette and watching his truck go down the road, until it disappeared.

It wasn't long after his truck went out of my sight that I heard a distant sound. It is kind of hard to judge exactly how far away it was from me, but sounded like maybe a quarter of a mile. When I first heard this sound I thought it was a coyote. Sitting there I began to realize that if it was a coyote, there was definitely something wrong with it. Most times you will only hear coyotes at late evening, night and early morning. It was three in the afternoon, sunny and generally nice out. I heard it howl again, this time it sounded like it might be closer and moving through the woods that run behind my friends house. I wasn't real sure of it's' direction of travel, so I sat there patiently hoping to catch a glimpse of it crossing through the neighbors pasture.

The howl sounded again, this time I knew it was moving closer and I realized that it was moving along the edge of the woods towards my friends' house. After the fifth howl I realized that it wasn't a coyote. If it was a coyote, it was like none I have ever heard before. With each progressing howl it moved closer to where I was. This howl got louder and louder as this thing moved through the woods towards me.

A very predominant feature of this sound was that after each howl I got a very uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It is very hard to describe, but I assure you it will never be forgotten. I was sitting there, wide eyed, looking for whatever this creature might be. With each howl I could tell that it was moving closer to me. I had heard about eight howls from this unknown creature when I guessed it to be no more than one hundred yards away from me. At that point I had heard, fairly well, its' direction of travel and it really didn't take long for it to cover the distance it had.

Sitting there patiently, I heard one last howl that sounded like it came from the top of a ridge behind my friends' house. My eyes were scanning the woods, looking for any sign of this creature, no movement could be seen and there were no sounds other than that last howl. There were no more howls. What happened? Where did it go? I then began to think about what might be taking place.

I have hunted those very woods for the last five years and have never really seen anything out of the ordinary. I do know that from atop the ridge where the last howl came, the house and back yard are visible. My guess it that whatever it was, stopped up on top of the ridge to figure me out, what I was doing, or maybe it knew I was there all along. I sat there, waiting for anything to happen, hearing and seeing nothing. I was in a very nervous state and felt very uneasy, not being able to see what this creature was.

It seemed like forever, but then I heard the sounds of my friend's truck turning into his driveway. I was glad that the stalemate of sorts was now over. I didn't mention anything, at the time, to my friend about the events that took place while he was away. I didn't stay much longer that day; I was very unnerved by the event. I have heard of the "Beast of the LBL", but never really paid the story too much attention until that day.

-Unsigned.


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