The next day I went back to my uncle's and we went into the woods. As soon as we got to the trail that goes to the creek we saw a path as wide as a small truck of broken trees. The tree trunks were literally snapped in the middle like a tornado had come through, it looked like a twig woud if a human snapped it in half. It was physical proof that what was down there wasn't human...

This summer my friend Dave and I went to my uncles and had a field party. A bunch of chicks showed up and Dave wanted to scare them with my story (he didn't think it was true when I told him but yet he didn't want to go all the way to the creek). So we walked about 20 feet into the woods on the trail as I told the story. I got half way through it about and Dave pulls out "Oh my God... look over there!" and points. The girls freak out and he turns to console them while I look frantically for what he was pointing at... then I see it... a figure, like before standing in the moonlight near a tree, the eyes staring at us. I began to back up and tried to get the words out to tell everyone to run. Finally I got out RUN and everyone was confused at first till I got my senses to begin yelling commands. Dave turned around and saw that he had actually pointed something out and freaked as well. We all sprinted out of the woods and made it to the barn where the cars and alcohol was. The girls were shaking and crying, wanting to know if we had just scared them or if there really was something, I told them they didn't want to know, so they got scared and left once I finished the story. Dave and I stayed to clean up the mess, the girls said they might be back later if we would still be there, so being the horny 18 year olds that we were we decided to sit in my car and wait around for a while since nothing had popped up on the edge of the woods since we had ran out. 1 o'clock AM rolled around and Dave and I were getting tired and the girls hadn't showed back up... that's when we decided to go to sleep in my car. I didn't have my eyes closed long at all when Dave sat up and said "listen to that, it got really quiet all of a sudden." He was right, all the crickets and noises you hear on a summers night had stopped all at once. Then the howling came and the light at the barn went off... we had both gotten drunk since the woods incident (we were sober when we went in) and couldn't leave my uncles place so we moved the car my car over to his driveway at his house. WE sat there freaked out for a while but managed to fall asleep. Our sleep was short lived... only an hour after we'd dozed off Dave woke up out of nowhere and began to shake me. He was freaking out, and looking everywhere. He brought it to my attention that it had gotten quiet again. He looked over his shuolder to the woods and then was brought back to look at me... I was hyperventilating. Across the street on top of a house was a figure crouched in a squatting form. It had the same eyes as the things in the woods. Dave got me to my senses and I gunned it out of the driveway and onto the road. We got onto the road and I was smack in the middle when something slapped the passenger side mirror against the car. There was nothing I could've hit in the middle of the road... We drove around till sunrise and parked in the mall parking lot to sleep for a few hours... I don't think I'll ever go back to those woods at night fall EVER again...