Where I lived, there was a field surrounded on all sides (except the one facing the road) by thick woods that, as the sun went down in the late afternoon, obscured almost all the light. It was in a place called Coldwater Bottom because the fields along that area were fed by - you guessed it - a running spring that ran through the woods. All of my life, there had been rumors of a "creature" in Coldwater Bottom and one afternoon, some friends and I decided to go and see if we could find it.
And by find it, we meant sit in a car in the field and see if we could see it just wander up! We certainly wanted to see 'something' but we were mostly too scared to actually go into the woods in the late afternoon to find it! So, on this particular day, we sat in a small Chevett and waited for this mysterious creature to come lumbering by.
As the day passed and the sun dipped, myself and a friend in the back seat began talking about our Fall Dance plans and soon, all four of us were doing the same thing - the "creature" forgotten as the sun dipped even lower in the treeline behind the parked car. After a while, the two other guys (besides myself in the back seat) decided to go and "relieve themselves". No sooner were they out of the car and disappearing just inside of the woods, did my friend and I determine they were going to come screaming back to the car shouting about something they'd "seen".
Sure enough, a few moments later, these two guys came barrelling out of the woods, yelling as if the devil were after the two of them! They got into the car, locked the doors and the driver began working the gears and steering wheel to get us out of where we were. My friend and I in the back seat were NOT frightened...until I noticed my other friend in the passenger seat. He wasn't hysterical - he was very...very...quiet...and looking into the side mirror at the place they'd just come from.
"I see it." He said and the car went silent as a tomb.
Barely daring to turn in the seat, my female friend and I looked out of the hatchback glass to the treeline behind us and saw a dark shape moving along the darker shape of the trees. It could have been anything - even another tree - but whatever this thing was...it was taller than the fully grown corn stalks that lined the woods-row.
The driver got the car started and we tore out of the field in Coldwater Bottom and to this very day, as an adult, when I drive by there on my trips in and out of town, I get shivers at the thought of what we all four saw that day.