One night as I went to bed, after a long day, I started to doze off. I was awoken by a strange feeling that I should look outside. I looked out my window to the street. I couldn’t see much as it was ten or eleven o’clock, but I saw a sillouette. I couldn’t any features like hair, eyes, all I could see was the sillouette. It looked like it was a human at first, because it was tall. Then I looked harder, and saw it was bending over. It’s hands were near if not touching the ground. I thought that this was a dog then, but it was taller than any dog in my neighborhood, and if it was a dog, it would be terribly unproportionate.
I didn’t know what to think at the time, but I was still confused. I looked at my brother, who witnessed it as well, and asked him what he thought it was. He said he didn’t quite know. I went to take another look back, but it was gone. I didn’t feel scared because I was in the safety of my own house, but I was very confused.
I do not believe in werewolves, or lycanthropy, or anything of the matter, but I do clearly remember that I saw a hunched, tall, dog-like figure in the night outside me window, as does my brother. Yet it could have been somebody in a suit of some sort. To this day I don’t know what to think of it.
This is a picture of the street this happened on.