A listener writes “When I was around 8 my family went camping just north of Glenwood, Washington, we camped at the Berry fields. There was nobody around for miles but one family a mile away.
Myself and my two brothers ran around the trees and surrounding area till dusk…our mother made dinner and we went to bed in the tent. My father pulled the car up to the back of the tent before they came to bed. I woke up to my mother panicking telling to put our shoes on and don’t go out side yet.
My father was outside the tent starting the car….he yelled for us to run to the car. My mother stood in front of us telling us to look down and cover our ears. I looked up as I was jumping in the back seat..I wish i didn’t look…I saw shining red eyes and a huge outline of a shadow standing bout 8 feet away.
My mother climbed in the front and my father jumped in the car he was driving wild trying to turn around to pull out…just as he turned around I heard a loud thump on the trunk of the car. My mother looked back and screamed. One of them is hitting the car. My father yelled at us to lay on the floor and my mother to lay down on the seat…as we got on the road speeding away I heard the trunk being hit and I heard something heavy running behind the car…my father drove around 80 mph all the back to Yakima non stop.
My uncles are tribal police, tbey came over and talked to my parents. They found that the hood of the car had been pushed in and there was huge dents in the trunk.
One thing I saw was a huge hand print in mud on the back of the car…..Theres more to this but its too much to write…”