Encounter Part 3

Old Water Tower and Trussel

        Several times after the cave incident, when I'd walk down the tracks, something followed me. My friend lived a couple miles down the road. Through the summer, we would take turns going to the other ones house. One day I would walk to his, the next day he would walk to mine. We always took the railroad because it was quicker and there wasn't any hills to climb. We would always wind up playin too late an when the pole light came on, we would realize it, and knew it was time to go. That summer every time I walked home, something would follow along beside me, up in the woods. I would stop, and it would stop. I'd start walking, and it would start walking. The first couple times it happened, I'd haul my butt home as fast as I could run. At first, I thought it was one of the big cats that would scream out at night. I soon realized a cat wouldn't make that much noise. Also, one evening after a rain, I saw footprints on the old logging road above the railroad. If hit was a man, he was an awful big man. It was hard to believe a man would be up there barefooted. So, when I'd hear someone follerin me after that, I'd holler out. Never got a reply but it would still follow along with me. One day, my buddy came to my house, and he said something was follerin him above the tracks. I had no reason to doubt it cause I hadn't told him about hit follerin me.  

Well, the next day I headed out to my buddys house. Just as I made it to the tracks a tree fell just up in the woods. Scared the begeezys out of me. After I got my shakin settled down I figure it was just an ol rotten tree that fell so I carried on down the tracks. Now they was a trussell about halfway to his house. It was purdy high off the ground. Well, I got about halfway across the trussell when I heard some rock scootin around. I looked back and low and behold there hit stood! The biggest man I'd ever seen. After a closer look I saw it wasn't a man like I'd ever seen. This one was different! He just stood there looking at me real steel like. Well, I was a skeered to move. I was about to shake plumb outta my shoes, I was ashakin so bad. Then all the sudden he started walking toward me. Well, I was afraid to move, jus knowing if I did, I'd poop myself. So, I just stood there hopin I was dreamin. As he walked up, I looked up at him. He had to be at least 7 to 8 feet tall and matted hair all over. As we stood there lookin at each other he raised his right arm out to me. My glove! He had my baseball glove. I must have dropped it when that fallen tree skeert me. I slowly reached for the glove. I mean I moved slower than molasses in wintertime. When I finally grabbed the glove, he nodded his head, let go, and then turned and was gone. That fast! It was like, I looked down at the glove, and he was gone. I just stood there for awhile with my mouth gapped open. After I got my witts about me, I decided to go home instead of going to my friends. It could have been the messed trousers that made me do that though. That was the first of many face to face encounters we had together.

Keep a watch out for part four. Zeb out.