One Saturday in 2008 I had the strangest encounter of my life. My cousin Anne and I were exploring the woods of Turner, Maine. My grandma always told of the tree people that she saw there as a child. I had never seen or heard them since I've lived in Maine, so I was very skeptical that they live.
My iPod was stuffed in my pocket and Anne was studying everything we passed. She believed all grandma's stories. We came to an orange fence in the middle of the woods. The funny thing is, we own all this land. Mum and dad would've heard about this.
"Come on, let's jump over it!" exclaimed Anne. She was over excited. I sighed, but we made our way over the fence. As soon as we were over it, I felt like someone was following us. The hair on my back was standing up and I didn't know why. I turned around to look back, but no one was there. Anne seemed fine like she went here all the time.
We were so far from that fence, my comfort zone. At one time I was sure I saw two yellow-orange eyes just like the color of the fence. Creepy.
Suddenly, Anne yelped, "What the hell is that!" I turned and saw a skinny, slimy, brown creature staring at us. It had the same eyes that I'd seen earlier. It reminded me of a walking piece of bark. I was frozen, this thing made the hair on my head stand up. It made an awful scream that made my ear drums burst. I couldn't hear a thing for five minutes.
The bark creature ran at such a speed that it was just a brown blur. Anne and I just stood there in shock. We made a bee-line for the house.
The next evening we went out again, but the orange-yellow fence was gone. The questions were ringing in my head. Had we really encountered the dwelling tree people? Where could that giant fence have gone? I knew I wasn't dreaming because Anne remembers it, too. I'll never venture that far into the woods again.