So, growing up in my native county, a lot of strange things happen. We are a more, rural area, then the town that we call our home. Living in Maryland, half of it is country, the other half, development. I love where I live, but at times…all the trees, noises, cracks, and bumps, they catch you off guard. This happened about 3 years ago.
It was my job on the farm to go and take care of our dogs that we have outside. You might think it is wrong having dogs sleep outside, but, we built a large barn with the help of the Amish that we use for both equipment for the farm, and a small area for the dogs to have beds and bowls. Back then, we had 3 labs, used to have 4, but we found one of them a home. These dogs are the type of dogs that are bred for hunting, even at an old age, they would follow you out, sit at your side, and go fetch anything that you flew or was shot down from the sky, so not very timid dogs. Well anyway, I digress.
So, the barn we built was not very far from our old house, if I had to estimate, I would say, 3/4 of a football field away. Now. that might seem like a long walk, but, to us it was normal, as my drive way is called a lane for a reason. It was always my job to take care of the farm animals, including the dogs. Most of the time, at 6 I would head out and feed. The night in question wasn’t much different, only that I had lost track of time playing Garry’s Mod with my friends. On my way out, I made sure to grab a flashlight, as it was dark out by now, about 8:15. We had a few storms, and, thanks to mother nature, we had a thick fog around night and morning.