A listener writes “I live in Western North Carolina. The first time I saw something was on a camping trip with my church as a kid. Near Marion North Carolina, me and 4 or 5 boys were sharing a tent. I’m not sure what time it was but it was past the time we couldn’t leave the tent.
We were in some camp ground with a curfew I assume. But of course we were playing and wrestling. Nobody was ready for sleep. After a while somebody pointed out a hand touching the tent. We all stopped and looked. But there was nothing to see. So we started playing again. Then Lewis or at least I think it was Lewis saw it again. And we all stopped and looked. Except this time I remember being afraid. Not because I saw anything but Lewis was obviously afraid So I was too. Then I saw a hand plain as day dragged across the tent from back to front.
At first I was afraid but then for some reason I was sure it was my dad trying to scare us. So I jumped up. Unzipped the tent and ran outside. And walking away was giant hairy man. He was walking into the moon. Meaning it was in front of him. I just froze. Didn’t scream didn’t run just froze.
For I don’t know how long. Probably seconds Then my brain came back and I turned to run back in the tent. And Lewis was standing there frozen too. I said run .That must have woke him up too because he did. We jumped back inside and stayed freaked out all night. To afraid to run and tell adults. We were 11 or 12. I’m not exactly sure but definitely middle school age. He is a Pastor now he messaged me a couple years ago and asked if I remembered.
Its a lot of information and writing isn’t my gift.”
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