The puddles on the road in my neighborhood tugged at my car's tires as I drove home from a long day spent with my boyfriend. The sun was waving its goodbyes as it kissed the horizon for the night and the twinkling stars had already taken their places. Ed Sheeran's newest hit, Sing, was beating through my speakers at nearly high volume; I couldn't help it, I had fallen in love with the song.
The neighborhood was quiet, humid, and layered in patches of fog. However, the creepy aspects of the nighttime and fog couldn't distract me from my three minute period of happiness. Granted, I had to come home to a stressful environment, but the time I shared with my boyfriend that day provided my mind with gleeful glimpses of earlier that Friday, Friday the 13th.
My eyes had already clouded over with memories of that day, so naturally I zoned out a bit and fell into my own world. It was for a brief moment a period of peace.
The fog parted through my "attitude black" Toyota Venza, but it wasn't that that snapped me back into focus.
The beefy, red haired creature running all fours at blazing speed burst out into the street, right in my car's way. I slammed on the brakes as a gulp of breath caught in my throat. It was then that time sort of halted, slowed tremendously for only a few seconds' worth. But... I saw it.
I saw its red, long fur or hair, its thick leg muscles and back (which was as tall as the front hood of my car) and its angular head. It appeared to have tried to get out of sight as quick as possible, but even then, I knew that this thing that ran in front of me was nothing normal. It couldn't be.
Too soon, the hairy creature was already darting into the woods on the other side of the road. Too soon.
A foolish part of me was fascinated; the ideal side of me put me into panic mode. This was no ordinary pet dog, this thing was massive, some sort of massive dog-like thing. Instict won me over and I drove home as quick as I could.
It was then that I came to understand that statement, "People fear the things they don't understand, the unknown, the incomprehensible." I could agree with it; not only was I speeding home...
I feared another encounter.
I had slammed my driver side door behind me just as I launched out of my seat and locked the vehicle. I forced myself to power walk into the garage and shut the automatic door. I don't know what was driving me to take such precautionary actions, but I didn't fight it. I felt the need to tell someone, so I did.
I stormed upstairs and explained as best I could what happened out on the road, but my mind had drawn multiple blanks. All I could think was, Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
In the end, I received a half-hearted response of concern.
"Maybe it's Bigfoot!" "Maybe it was someone's great dane!"
Despite their laughter and teasing, I made sure to double check the surroundings from my bedroom window before I ran into bed. Yes, ran.
Look, the point of this piece of writing is this: I don't care who you are and how tough you think you are. If you had seen something like this, you, too, will understand the statement I ended up accepting. Do not think all that we see is reality because I assure you, there are things in this world we cannot even fathom.
*NOTE: This is a story depicting actual events.*