Submitted by: Cheyenne
I was in the 5th grade at the time when this happened, so I was around 10 years old. My brother is three years older than me, so he was in the 8th grade around 13 years old. I’m 24 now, and he’s 27. I live on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere being surrounded by trees upon trees with my grandmother’s house being the only neighbor 30 plus feet across the yard; but unlike Courage the Cowardly Dog’s luck, nothing creepy ever happened in the middle of my nowhere.
My dad’s job used to require him to work both 12 hour days and nights depending on the shift schedule for the week. This occurrence happened when he was working nights, so he was working 7 PM – 7 AM. It was only me, my brother, and my mother at home. Both of my grandparents were home as well. It was probably around 9 PM, and me, my brother, and my mother were sitting in the living room watching some tv before going to bed. From the living room window, you can see my grandparents’ house across the yard as well as the dirt road behind it, so you can see a car’s headlights before you can actually see the car.
For some reason, I was looking out of the living room window this night. I can’t remember why, though. Anyway, I noticed headlights coming down the road. As the car came into view, I noticed that it was…slowing down. Before I go on, I must say that I always had a fear of seeing something like this – not JUST a car slowing down in front of our houses in general, but at night when you can see only the glowing tail and headlights, and nothing more. So needless to say, I was getting more and more spooked as the car kept slowing down.
I expected my fear to be alleviated when I saw the car finally pass by the house…only, I never saw the car pass by my grandparents’ house. The headlights just barely managed to shine past the corner of the house, so I could tell that the car had come to a complete stop in front of the house. I told my brother and mother what I had seen, and they came to the window to witness it themselves. My mom told us not to panic, that it may just be somebody needing directions. Of course, I didn’t think of this at the time, but what person or people drive down a far less-traveled dirt road, needing directions at that time of night?
We all waited at the window for what seemed liked the longest hours in the history of time; my imagination was running rampant with the possible scenarios that my grandparents were facing. Finally, the headlights started to grow brighter, and the car came into view past my grandparents’ house. Within a few seconds, the car disappeared down the road.
Shortly after, our house phone rang (this is before landlines really started to die out). My mother picked up, and it was my grandmother on the other end. She said that some truck had stopped in front of their house, and a shirtless man had knocked on their front door. My grandmother, who had answered the door, called my grandfather over to her. They were nice, of course, and asked the man if they could do something for him. The man said that he needed my grandfather to give him a ride to somewhere up the road, which was never specified. This request was odd because there was someone visible enough to be seen sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck. My grandfather declined his request because of there already being somebody with the man, and he couldn’t imagine why the man would need a ride from him.
There was a spring-triggered screen door separating them from the man, and they were talking to him through the screen part. After my grandfather had declined his request, the man apparently became visibly angry and started yelling while beating on the steel part of the screen door. My grandparents closed the second, wooden door in the man’s face and watched him from a window until he got back in the truck and left.
After my mother had gotten off the phone with my grandmother, she called my dad and explained everything to him. Being that he works a good hour and 10 minutes away, and the fact that nobody was really threatened with a weapon, he just told my mom to call the cops and have them check out the woods around our houses to be sure the man and his crony weren’t trying to stake us out.
We knew a cop that went to the same Baptist church as us at the time, so my mother personally called him, and he brought another policeman with him. They drove both of their patrol cars up to the tree lines and shined their huge spotlights into the woods. My dad’s Pontoon boat was parked outside at the time because this was before he had a shed built to put the boat in, so the family-friend cop climbed up into it to be sure nobody was hiding in the decently-sized hidden compartment located in the boat’s couch.
After he and the other cop had done a thorough sweep of the property, they reported that they had found nothing or no one of suspicion, and told us to call them the moment we heard or saw anything. After the cops had left, my mom called my dad back and told him that everything seemed to be ok.
That’s where the meat and potatoes of the story ends. However, the next morning when my mom was taking me and my brother to school, we were driving the opposite way in which the truck had went last night. We hadn’t even traveled a mile down the road before we saw something rather disturbing lying on the side of the road for a then-10 and 13 year old to see; there was a black toboggan, or beanie, along with a shirt, a pair of pants, and shoes (or maybe socks, I can’t quite remember). These items looked as if they might had been taken off in a hurry. By the time we were coming home from school the same day, the clothing was gone.
The night before, and that morning, were the only times we heard or saw anything related to the shirtless man and his buddy. Nothing ever showed up on the news, and the family-friend cop said that he hadn’t seen or heard anything either. It’s been 14 to 15 years since that happened, and to this day, I’m left wondering what would have happened if my grandfather had agreed to give the shirtless man a lift to God-knows-where.