After a few hours of exploring an abandoned schoolhouse and other structures, he took me to a place he said had a special connection for him. In the early 1980's a friend of his was killed. The story goes that the father killed his family and then himself. The house that the family owned was now a rental and Jerry said it was currently empty.
We headed out that way, parked, walked around the yard and snapped a few pictures. The place was creepy- but any place in the pitch black countryside would have been creepy after hearing a story like that. We were both feeling jumpy, nervous, and 'watched'. We couldn't shake the feeling that someone was there watching and waiting. We decided to leave.
About five seconds down the road, the back tire blew on my Ford Explorer. We were shocked at the 'coincidence' of a flat tire forcing us to stay there longer. We had to pull over well within site of the creepy house.
We started the process of changing the tire. Mind you, this was West Texas and as flat as the Kansas prairies. Anyway, after the truck was jacked up, we both heard a deep growling sound. We nervously looked back at the house, scanned the fields around us and the road ahead. Nothing moved and the sound faded away. We turned back to the truck trying to hurry the tire changing along. All of the sudden, something big and black which I can
only describe as a big black blanket (I know how stupid that sounds but it's the best description) sailed over our heads. We both ducked fully expecting something to drop on us.
At that exact same time, the truck slowly rolled forward, off the jack and continued down the road for another 20 yards (wobbly tire and all).
We approached the truck slowly, not sure what to expect, but it just sat there. Carefully, we jacked it up again, changed the tire as quickly as humanly possible, and started lowering the jack when the sound started again. A deep, rumbling, growly sound that slowly grew louder and abruptly stopped.
We quickly opened the doors to jump in when another big, black, shadow, blanket thing sailed over our heads. We ducked instinctively- again expecting something to drop on us. Nothing did and we jumped in the truck and sped out of there.
The black shadow blanket thing was not bats, or birds, or any other winged creature. It literally looked like something blotted out the stars for a few seconds. The growling started low and built up like it was going into a full roar before it stopped. It sounded the same both times, but the first time it faded away and the second time it suddenly stopped.
Anyway, Jerry moved to Florida not long after that and I never did explore those back roads again. My friend Lorrie and I explored all sorts of other forgotten and abondoned places, but I'll post those stories later.
I would like to share these two pictures with you. I took one right after the other. They were taken in the side yard of that house. The night was cold, dry, and clear. What makes them interesting is the wispy shape and the red line near the left side of the pictures. These details are clearer in picture MVC-022F.
The pictures have not been altered, I don't do photoshop, and I'm not going to waste anyone's time with trickery. The pictures were taken on an old digital camera.
I'm interested in any and all opinions of the story, the photos (and if anyone knows what that weird big black thing could have been).
Edited by auramyst, 05 March 2013 - 06:19 AM.