coral kiln
When I was a freshman in high school, my older brother was a fairly troubled kid. By this point he had already dropped out of high school and was normally off going to parties, couch hopping, hitting mailboxes, or doing anything else you would think a troubled high school age kid was doing. There was one particular night when I was up in my bedroom alone laying in bed about to go asleep when I heard repeated banging on my locked bedroom door. Over and over again like someone was throwing their whole body into my door. Sure enough the flimsy sliding lock budges and it was my brother and his friend charging in with two shotguns, turning on the lights and re-locking the door. Of course I got startled and immediately asked what was going on so they sat me down and told me everything.
That night my brother and his friend were out at the nearest small town spray painting over the “welcome to (insert town name)” sign right as you enter the town. This town was historically known for logging and was still surrounded by dense forest especially on either side of the road leading into the tiny town.
At one point while spray painting the sign my brother had turned around and looked back down the road for whatever reason. Out of one side of the forest a pale naked looking man came crab walking on their back across the road into the other side of the forest abnormally fast. He was of course startled by this and called out his friends name who he knew was in the vicinity, but didn’t exactly know where he was at this point. A few seconds go by and his friend sprints past him yelling “get to the truck, get to the truck”. They both at this point sprint off to the truck and speed home holding the hunting shotguns they had in the back seat.
I didn’t believe their story at first but they were also both very obviously rattled considering they barged in with loaded shotguns. My brother and his friend never saw this creature again.
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