Your True Tales
October 2006 - Page 6
The White Blob
It was a warm, late summer day in 1989 when my sister, two cousins and I decided we wanted to walk to a party we had been invited to earlier that day. The party was in an apartment complex about half a mile from where we my sister and I lived, and since no adult was around to drive us at the time, we decided to hoof it. We could call for a ride later when we got ready to leave. The complex was located down a busy road around the corner from a busy convenience store, which was also located on a busy road. Since it was getting really late really quickly, we all decided that it would not be to kosher to hike up a darkened, busy roadway and have to dodge an onslaught of nearly steady traffic just to visit some party. There was a shortcut we could take, directly behind our subdivision; a long, termite-eaten fence separated it from a sprawling stretch of field, which a stream ran through. About two blocks away on the opposite side of this another subdivision lay, and beyond that, another few blocks away, our destination awaited.
Of course there were still still streets to maneuver, and there would still be motorized traffic, that way had sidewalks; and, the traffic was extremely light. So, we struck out hurriedly, in excited anticipation of attending the party. We wove our way through the neighborhood until we approached the tall wooden fence that stood between us and the way to our final destination. Walking along its length, we soon located the broken slats that we could shimmy through that led to the field.
By that time, it was almost fully dark and we all begin to feel a bit anxious. Our moms did not like us to be roaming around after sundown, and they would certainly be heated had they known we were not inside then. We began to talk in lowered, hushed tones as we wound our way through the field, pushing through the knee-tall grass and passing up the huge old trees. Things begin to get spooky, so we all quickened our pace; to our right and in a dale below us, the stream purred peacefully by. We were almost home free then....
As we crested a hill, we all stopped and stared in disbelief. Not three feet in front of us was something... to this day I'm not sure what it was. It was tall and over nine feet in height. Its length was maybe five and one half feet across, maybe more. It was stark white, and appeared to be sort of like a blob, but with arms. It just stood there silently, and we stood where we were, just as silent, watching it watch us (but with what eyes?). Then, slowly it began to move toward us, and then I decided it was time to go.
Screaming, I spun and fled in terror, back the way we had came, my sister and cousins right at my heels. We did not look back. Instinct led us back through the hole in the fence, which we all crashed through. We did not stop running until we made it home where our parents looked at us as if we had been taking drugs. After we told them the story, me, my sister, are dad and brother walked back to the place where we had saw the "thing". Nothing was there; we all searched the ground around the area (which was a little muddy due to a slight rain a few days earlier), but we found four sets of sneakered footprints, and eerie dragging tracks that seemed to disappear down the hill toward the stream.
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