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"I notice two little punctures on my right ankle. They look almost like snake bites. They are small and red. I instantly think about that night in the woods and that missing time."
I received the following account:
"When I was a child, I used to see lights. I lived out in the country on a farm in Washington State, near Beacon Rock. I remember one night looking out at the pasture from the front porch. I thought I was looking at the full moon, but it kept getting bigger and was moving from left to right over the tree line. I turned around to get my big brother, and when we came back, it was gone. He thought I was messing with him and punched me in the arm.
The following week, I went out to camp in the woods. We lived on a few hundred acres and were surrounded by trees. I would walk for about an hour or so with my Walker Coon Hound and Australian Shepherd until we found a decent spot. I usually had a 22 LR with me, or a 20 gauge. We settled on a beautiful clearing by a small creek and set up camp. I remember it started getting dark, and I began to light a fire. The dogs started acting strangely and making noise. My Walker began baying loudly.
The next thing I know, I'm in my tent and it’s early morning. The tent is halfway open. The birds haven't even started up yet. The fire is completely out, and my Walker is gone. My Australian Shepherd is outside my tent whining. I have this really bad feeling, and I know something isn’t right. I get up and puke next to the tent. I still have all my clothes on, but my boots are on the wrong feet. I take them off to correct it and notice my socks are wet. I became terrified. This is a new feeling in the woods for me. I was about 10 years old and had been in the woods most of my life. I have never felt like this before. I grab my .22 and take off, leaving the tent and everything else I brought. I sprint home through the woods and am absolutely relieved when I break through to the pasture. That dog and I never stop running.
When I get home, my mom is waiting for me and snatches me up. She is crying and says my dad and brothers are out looking for me. She tells me Buddy (my Walker) came home around 11 pm that night and was baying. That dog never left my side since I got him as a pup, so they know something isn’t right. She goes out to our old red Suburban and starts laying on the horn to signal my dad I made it home. (Cell phones wouldn't become a thing for another 7-8 years.) I tell her what happened, and she kind of shakes it off. Nobody really thought anything of it.
A few days later, I just got out of the shower. I notice two little punctures on my right ankle. They look almost like snake bites. They are small and red. I instantly think about that night in the woods and that missing time. Something else is strange. It matches an identical set on my left foot. Same location. My mom once found me outside by the mailbox sleepwalking one night around 10 pm. No one is sure how I snuck out of the house. This is my story, believe it or not.
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