THE STRANGEST THING HAPPENED LAST NIGHT...
I have a window by my computer that I look out occasionally. I was working late last night, as you do, trying to get a few things done. At around 3 AM, I hear a strange noise outside it. Out of curiosity, I looked outside. There wasn’t anything out there, but the power flickered. I frantically tried to get my document back up, and as I got it back, I head the sound again. I looked out again. Still nothing. I went back to working. It was probably just some animal, after all. Those are common here, after all. A few minutes later, the noises got louder. A strange, scratching noise just outside the window. I sighed, and I looked out the window again. I saw a shadow quickly dart past the window the second I saw it. It was roughly the size of your average man, but it moved too fast for me to tell just what it was… At that point, or any point after. I couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling as I got back to my document, but I tried my best to ignore it. It was late, and I just wanted to finish this so I could go to bed and rest easy, knowing my work was done. A few minutes later, the noise came back at another window. I ignored it, and the noise kept going. The longer I left it, the louder it got until I had no choice but to go see what was making it. I saw the shadow dart past again. Soon, it was just outside the front of my house.
Before I continue, I should mention that I live in a town with surrounding wooded areas. Most of the people here are hunters. Deer, birds, rabbits, fish, you name it. Birds, rabbits and even deer come into town all the time. I’ve seen and heard them. I’ve heard people complain about the deer and the rabbits eating their gardens.
I looked out the window and saw what looked vaguely like a human figure, and what looked like what might be a deer, standing side by side. As my eyes adjusted and the two figures got closer to my window, I realized that those weren’t a deer and a human. His fingers were too long, his eyes were too big, and black like endless wells that burrowed deep into my soul and tickled my worst fears. His too wide mouth was curved into a horrifying grin of sharp teeth, and as he came closer, touching the window, he licked it with his long, thin tongue that was way too long to be in any human mouth. The thing that definitely wasn’t a deer… Anymore… was staring at me with soulless red eyes. Fur had been ripped off of it in patches… And no deer’s legs bent like that.
I close my curtain and ran upstairs, grabbing my phone to call the police. I dialled, but nobody answered the phone. I didn’t hear the noises for the rest of the night, and I didn’t sleep at all.
Today, I went into town. The conversations weren’t about the weather. They weren’t about gardens or what had been eating them. They were about missing pets, missing cows, missing horses, cats, dogs… And strange noises in the middle of the night.