Never Going Back

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hunting for mushrooms, one needs three things, a keen eye, a dense forest and to be alone, which he found out, is not always the best thing.

 

 

 

 

This is a story about an experience I had back in the spring of 2017. For the record, I have never told anyone about what happened or what I saw, for me it was just too crazy. It was so frightening, that I was sure that even my best friends and family wouldn't believe me, so until now, I had never told a soul about my experience on that day.

Let me start by saying I am a 55 and have travelled a lot and have seen many crazy things, but nothing like what I saw, that day in S.W. Michigan. Anyway, my friends and I go out annually to a friends' aunts' property to hunt for morel mushrooms. No one lives there, yet it is not abandoned, the point being, no one went out there at all, except for us once or twice every spring looking for mushrooms. It is a huge property, filled mostly with trees, very dense brush and tons of wild rose vines with huge thorns, it is very hard to get through at certain spots. I'd guess about 30 acres in total and her property is attached to other properties with the same dense growth, which border similar properties. Even though most of this county is covered with farms, orchards and vineyards, there are several connecting properties with nothing but very dense trees and underbrush. 

I remember that day being no different than any other time we had gone out there, it was Steve, my friend whose aunt owns the property, his girlfriend Dawn, another friend and myself. We were carrying the basics, water, a compass, walking sticks, onion bags for the mushrooms, etc. It was a very warm day, mid-May and the dense vegetation didn't allow much wind or sun light to reach us. We split up and headed in different directions, which was important, so we could all have our own place to search. As you walk and look for morels, you are constantly looking toward the ground and in mere minutes you are separated from the others and soon out of ear shot. I remember I was having a pretty good day that day, finding a good amount of mushrooms and then just before 5 o'clock, I noticed a light change, as the sun started to fade, it began getting darker. Around here, at that time of year it gets dark around 9pm, but because of the thick trees and underbrush, it got dark much quicker. I remember I was thinking, "just one more big one then I'll start heading back to the house." 

It was at that time I noticed that all of the sounds of nature had stopped, I mean completely ceased. Bees, mosquitos, birds, crickets and even those wild turkeys which had plenty to squawk about all day, had nothing to say, I mean it was dead quiet. It was just then, that something made me turn around and what I saw, made me freeze in terror. About thirty feet from me, standing half behind a large tree, was some kind of animal, staring right at my eyes, not making a sound and was barely moving, it was swaying slightly, a very slow side to side movement. It seemed to be about six feet tall, it looked just like a wolf, but was standing on it's two hind legs and it was hunched over, where the front paws almost touched the ground but didn't. It's eyes seemed to glow, a very deep red and it never blinked either, it's mouth was drooling and it was panting quite heavily. I noticed that it's hands, or claws, call them what you will, were slightly opening and closing as though it were preparing for an attack. We stared at each other for what seemed like several minutes and it never took it's eyes off me and then for some reason, it turned and slowly walked back into the dense bush, like it didn't want to leave, yet it deliberately made a decision to leave. 

It was at that moment, my friend walked up from behind me, about sixty feet away or so, and started calling my name and yelling, 'Drew, we're done, it's getting dark, let's call it quits man!" My immediate thought was, that animal or whatever it was, heard my friend approaching before I ever heard him and decided to leave. When my friend caught up to me, he later remembered how super pale I looked and asked me, "are you ok dude?", kind of laughing and I said, "ya, I'm good," but knowing he could sense something I replied, "maybe it's those four tacos I woofed down on the way here," we both laughed and headed back to the others. When we all gathered back at the house, it was the same kind of 'not so serious competitiveness', meaning who ever found the least was a looser or whatever, it was all in fun. 

I had been doing very well that day and came in second place, out of the four of us. I had found over 30 mushrooms, most were a decent size. The brief interaction with that creature, made me think that maybe it wasn't real, denial can be a very comfortable place, like I was hoping my mind would convince my body that it didn't happen and that I didn't see, what I knew I had seen. Anyway, there was no way I was going to tell the others or anyone what I saw cause it sounded too crazy. My friend, who's aunt owns that property, had been going there for decades and never said anything about seeing anything like what I saw that day. I am only sharing this in hopes that maybe someone has had a similar experience, in this area or at least somewhere close by and can shed some light, but mostly, can help me feel less crazy. I have seen countless documentaries on werewolves, shape shifters, dogman and skin walkers but none of those seem to fit. I know what I saw and till this day I still have nightmares, even day dreams about it, I need closure but I am not sure how to find it.

 

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Submitted: May 26, 2021

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