A listener writes “Hello Wes, I would like to introduce myself. I am from North Eastern Indiana and I have been a long time listener and just recently became a member. My husband has been trying to get me to write in for many months now about my encounters. I have started this email many times but could never seem to follow through.
My first encounter happened in the early 90s when I was about 10 or 11. Every year we would camp out at my uncle’s back pond for Memorial day weekend.
On this weekend two of my cousins and I decided it would be fun to sleep in a tent ny ourselves. To preface this night or father’s decided to cook a deer leg over the fire during the night to eat the next day. That night there were heavy rain storms and a pack of coyotes had come into our camp and took the deer leg off the fire. (At least that is what we thought) which woke me up because I could hear them moving around the tent and I could hear them breathing.
During the early morning hours or dad’s came out to get us out of our tent and take us back to the campers.
Come morning time it was a beautiful day. Our parents picked up the mess from the coyotes and is kids were playing around.
The parents decided it’s kids should try and look for puff balls out in the woods that surrounded the pond.
We ( all the cousins)split into two groups. The older 6 went in one group heading north east towards a u- pick apple orchard that boarded the east side of my uncle’s woods. The oldest of the kids Sherist probably mid teens and the younger 4 my brother who is a couple years younger than me my cousin jacob who is the same age as my brother , his sister heather who is the same age as me and myself made up the second group. We headed north towards the woods behind the campers.
About 40 yards into the woods we came upon a clearing that had what looked like a playground made out of trees… complete with monkey bars, a tree to walk up and trees formed to make up a pull up bar. There may have been more “obstacles ” but that is all I can recall.
Us 4 younger kids got excited and started playing on these. My cousin heather and I were seated on the tree structure that looked like a balance beam talking when I thought it started raining. As I sat there hearing what I thought was rain I realized there were little pebbles landing around us. My cousin heather didn’t notice until I pointed it out to her then she saw the pebbles falling around us as well.
We narrowed the direction from which they were coming from to our right where about 20 yards away was a hill maybe 15-20 feet high. We didn’t see where for sure they were coming from but knew that something was throwing rocks at us.
We thought at first it was our older cousins playing tricks on us but we couldn’t see them. At that moment just north of us a 4ft long stick came flying down and stuck into the ground. As I went over to investigate I looked up at the top of this hill and saw what I could only relate to as a native American Indian running away.
As far as a description it was about 5 ft. Tall. It had red wavy hair that was to about its shoulders, and what looked like a loin cloth made out of the same wavy red hair. The skin of this thing was the same as mine which I thought was weird because native Americans have darker skin then that.
I yelled to my cousin’s and brother and asked if they had seen it run away and no one seemed to have seen it. I was getting the courage to walk up that hill to see what it was when my cousin sherist decided we should probably start looking for the puff balls and leave the area. So that’s what we did. I kept looking at the top of the hill but never saw anything else.
I would like to chat and go into more details about this experience.”