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Your True Tales The Shrieking Hulk This takes place in about 1990-1992, I cant remember exactly. When I was younger (5-18) I lived in a very small town in upstate New York. I would rather not say the name of the town to protect its sheer natural beauty, but I will say it is near Coxsackie. Now I was young at the time (5-7 -- again don't really remember my age, but this event is in my mind like it was yesterday). We were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees, and being a young boy I liked to go out and play and stay out when it got dusk. We had a pond in the backyard, so I liked to go back there and look around. But one night was different. The area was usually loud with bird, and insect sounds, but not this night. I happened to look at the edge of the woods, and what I saw will stay with me until the day I die. It was very large -- at least 8 feet tall, hairy as the day is long, bending over a sapling and staring at me. There was still some light out and it seemed to smile at me, as if it wanted me to come closer. But as I backed away, the smile turned into more of a sneer. Then the noise it made was the most god awful thing you have ever heard. It was like a howl with the sound of a dying rabbit (yes, they make a shriek right before they die). I bolted to the house in record time. I never made it that fast before and slammed the door shut. My parents asked what was wrong, but I couldn't say a word. But the real strange thing happened that night. I don't know exactly when it happened, but when I woke up in the morning, the screen in my bedroom window was ripped out and thrown all the way across the stream next to my window (about 30-40 feet away). I never saw or heard it again, until about 10 years later a close friend and I were out camping in my backyard. I heard it, but it was far away. We ran back to the house, but teenage pride got the best of us and we went back out there, but this time with a machete, a hatchet, and a large stick. But we never heard it again. < Previous story | Next story >
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