Author: <span class="vcard">sarah</span>

It wasn’t a bear

          I’ll begin by stating that I’ve been a paramedic for nearly six years, spending all of that time in Ontario, Canada. For the most part, the job’s been relatively textbook. Not to say it wasn’t brutal, as I’ve experienced plenty of bullet holes, knife wounds, and burn victims. The job of a paramedic is to stabilise an injured persons’ condition, to make sure they’re able to arrive at a hospital, and receive proper treatment, before death, so we see plenty of gruesome sights. However, the experience I’m about to share with you was in a league of it’s own.

          Mid way through 2015. I was working the “night shift,” if you could call it that, in a small district of Ontario. At our dispatch, there were a total of twenty three of us working, waiting for the tell-tale call to action. Usually, there are two paramedics in an ambulance, unless multiple people are hurt or injured. When I got the instruction to head out, me and my partner, we’ll call him Mike, climbed into the back of the ambulance. The call was placed at 2:13 AM, and we left two minutes after. From the vague description, a man was mauled by what he said was “a bear, but bigger and faster.” He was on a residential street, at least a few blocks away from any wooded area large enough to support a bear, so we found it strange that he referenced the animal.

Black Eyes In the Night

This is something that happened a long while back – back when I was still living with my parents. I’ve long since moved out and am now 19, engaged, living with my fiance, and we now have a child on the way. Enough about that, though. Let’s get back to the main story.

I can’t quite be sure what I saw that night, but I am convinced that it was something paranormal. No human could possibly look like that, and I am absolutely certain that no one, not even the world’s greatest prankster, could pull off something so terrifying.

Summer Camp Creeper

The following event happened while I was at summer camp, around thirteen years old. My two friends, let’s call them Paige and Julia, attended this camp with me. This was not a sleep-away summer camp, kids only went during the daytime. You would pick three activities during the day to go to, then after those were done you would meet back at your designated pavilion (as kids were separated into age groups) for lunch.

I got off the bus one morning and met with my friends, who told me about how they had a plan for today. We were going to skip one of our activities and go down a secret path that they had found. I agreed, as I wasn’t much of a rebellious kid, but I felt like finally breaking the rules a little. We chose to skip boating, our second activity, and explore the trail. The day went by normally, up until it came time for us to conduct our little plan.

Narrow Escape

When I was around 13 years old, a new boy came into our science class. He was known to some of my classmates from their primary school but had just now transferred from another school to our secondary school.

I had never met him before and had never so much as made eye contact with him, but one of my friends had been his ‘girlfriend’ when they were around 11. He was not in any of my classes and I had never spoken directly to him but knew of him through friends.