My life has been full of brushes with the paranormal. I was born and raised in a hundred year old haunted house, and things have been progressively stranger since then. A lot of these incidents of the odd happened at my former job, a coal burning power plant located on the shore of lake Erie.
The plant was built on a nexus of sorts, every stripe of supernatural weirdness you could ever hope to experience or be subjected too was there. And as a security guard, you were going to see it all like it or not. We had a high turn over rate.
Out of all of the incidents, this was the winner. We used to do vehicle patrols on a near constant basis. On of the nicer routes was along the lake on a dirt road that sat about a story above the lake looking down on the beach. I used to park the patrol vehicle and sneak down on the beach when the mood struck me. But I’d been denied this pleasure because the corpse of a deer had washed in from the lake bringing with it a fine bouquet of reek and nastiness.
One evening while a storm was blowing in off the lake I offhandedly checked to see if the deceased deer had been sucked back into the lake by the waves and off my beach I saw something that broke my mind. Some bear sized creature was eating the deer carcass.
It was twice the size of the deer. Orange-brown short fur covered it, and it had a back hump like a hyena. The neck was long and ended in a rounded blunt head like a sloth’s. The forelegs were twice the size and thickness of the back. And it was eating huge hunks off the deer as the waves from the lake washed over it.
I stopped the truck and just stared, it seemed to notice me and when it looked up it locked gazes with me and stared me down. It’s eyes were glowing orange, not unusual for light reflecting off animal eyes, but it was dim out, and the trucks headlights were pointed away from it. It stared me down then loped off down the beach. It moved like the gargoyle dogs from Ghostbusters, a really weird hop-spring, pulling itself with the front legs and pushing off with the back.
The next day I snuck down there to look at the deer. Round bites had been taken out of it. No tearing from teeth just rounded plugs cut clean away,even through a shoulder blade. No scrapes at all on the bone from teeth, just sheared off holes. The waves cleared away most of it’s prints, but I found one in the sand. It’ was about six inches across, seven long three inches deep in the sand. Four claws and a weird “thumb” off the side. I could put my entire finger in the claw holes.
My question to you is what the hell did I see? We don’t have bears or wolves around here. And there’s not a coyote or fox alive that gets that big. Any answers out there? Because I’d love to know.
Sent in by “Goththom”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com