This story took place on the 13th of august, at my grandmothers house. For some details first, my father owns a car care Business near my Grandmothers house, so I wanted to stay at her house for the night. What I do for fun at her house is shoot my Grandfathers old daisy BB guns in the yard and the forest behind her home.
When my parents dropped me off I said my goodbyes to them and I was off to the forest. I grabbed the rifle and revolver BB guns and my Grandmothers dog Wilson. No one has been on the forest trail for a long time because the entire trail was grow up by ferns and tick grass. The first strange thing I noticed was that someone put small plastic strips next to landmarks in the forest.
These land marks are a strange group of curled tree where a lot of squirrels and birds are seen, a large crater area the has largest ferns around it and the small creek that runs through the forest. The crater used to have ferns on the inside but the look to have been removed. It didn’t faze me or Wilson on our hike.
While on the main trail there is a deer farm that is fenced of with 30 foot wooden walls. If you were to follow this trail it leads to a stone road in the mountains. While on this road I began to feel uneasy, it was that gut feeling that if I was to keep walking on that road something bad was going to happen. I turned to leave but Wilson did not want to go the way we came. She was frightened, I’ve never seen that dog scared before. At that moment something big came crashing through the woods at full speed to the trail back home, Wilson let out a small wimped as it continued on the trail.
I didn’t see the creature but I sure did hear it, see what it left behind. On the trail was animal waste, nothing I have ever seen in my life. It looked like horse, bear, and cow droppings all mixed in to one pile. It was very fresh. Once Wilson saw that she began to hurry home. I don’t blame her, what ever is in those mountains I never want to see or come close to again.