I am a junior firefighter in Eastern PA, I have been a junior firefighter for year a of now, White apartment cases of 14 people, half of them are juniors. This event took place this last summer.
I was at a Friday night bonfire with the rest of my department, around ten thirty the tones go out for a large brush fire. The rest of the department was not happy to go, but I was, this would be my first brush fire.
We all went to the station, put our gear on, and got in the trucks. I was on the brush truck, a small old Chevy pick up truck with brush gear on it. I was in the passenger seat with my chief driving.
I’m gonna say this now, my chief is not the kind to joke at all. In the drive to the location, he told me, with a serious face, you will see some things out there that will change you, the best thing you can do is just do what you need to, and get out fast, there are things in these woods that can make even the toughest men in the world run for their lives.
This scared me a little, but I was still excited to see what is in store for me. We arrive on scene, all the juniors get shovels and Indian tanks, and are told to make fire lines, which is just clearing brush. The seniors got the attack lines and got to work, while the oldest junior, at the age of 17 led us to where we were going to clear a line, we got to work, and over the crackling of the fire, we all could here a faint sobbing, it sounded like a young girl who got lost in the woods.
Half of the juniors kept working while the other half went to investigate the noise, the ones who stayed bake were the older one, the ones who knew what the chief meant.
When we were investigating, we saw a figure next to a tree, it was child sized, we called out but it continued to sob, at this point we were about ten feet from it, as we got closer, it screeched, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
As it screamed, we saw the figure rise to seven feet tall, and saw two beading red eyes at the top of the figure.
Then we started to back away, let me remind you that the only thing we had to defend our selves were shovels.
When the figure saw is starting to back away, it started to run towards us. We went from backing away, to running for our lives.
The screeching continued as it chased us. When the rest of the juniors saw the thing we were running from, they started to run with us.
At this point, the flames generated enough light to see, I turned to see if it was still chasing us, and it was, then I took a quick look at its body, I saw it’s ribs were sticking out of the skin and fur covering its body, then the had looked like a deer skull, and the legs were almost horse like.
Where we were working was about a half mile from the trucks. So we decided to run for the rest of the way, but as we ran we dropped our Indian tank and shovels on the trail so we could run faster, as we did this we could start to see the red flashing lights of the trucks.
The senior firefighters saw us coming with the thing chasing us. On of them grabbed a hose and sprayed the creature until it ran back into the woods, we all knew we didn’t have to much time before it came back, so we packed up all our stuff and started to drive back down the service road, when it was my trucks turn to go down, we heard something clawing through the metal compartments on the side of the truck, immediately the driver floored it until the main road, when we got there we got out of the truck and took a look at what got damaged, as we looked around, the side compartment door had three scratches running through the door, cutting it.
We called the DCR to take over, and the reason we gave was due to lack of gear. When the fire was out the DCR said the found some of our Indian tanks and shovels slices to bits. I don’t know what they saw but they said they will be doing all forest fires in that area only.
I don’t know if that thing is out there still, but I know I am never go anywhere near there again. The next day when I went by there to see the carnage, I saw a large sign saying danger, keep out, and the entire wooded section was fenced off with barbed wire, I told the rest of the department this, and they didn’t seem to mind, almost like this had happened before.
I don’t know what that was, but when I talked with other departments about it, they say they have seen it, or have experienced what I had. The worst of it was that I saw something the next day about how a seven year old girl got lost in the woods and still hasn’t been found.