Story #822 Anonymous Central Colorado August 2014 DARK STICKMAN I live in a small town in the middle of Colorado, in an RV park about a mile outside of city limits overlooking I-70 and the Colorado river. I work at a small little liquor store on the west side of my city, which is very close to where I live. I had had my daughters all summer, and had just sent them back to their moms house in South Dakota for the upcoming school year. My girlfriend had gone to Canada to visit some friends and family, and pick up a couple shifts as a travel nurse. Anyway, I had gotten off work one Sunday evening, and was looking forward to having the next three days off. Once home, I realized that while in town, I had forgotten to pick up cigarettes. I didnt come to this realization of course, until I was sitting, comfortably buzzed, in my chair under the stars, looking into an empty pack for the third time, patting down several equally empty pockets in search of a smoke. Damn. Whatever though. In the ways of a true nicotine fiend, I decided to walk my happy ass in to the 24-hour Seven-11, which is roughly a mile from my cozy little camper. I viewed it as the perfect excuse to take my dog, Sir Thomas T. Dogg, on a late night prowl into the kingdom of the wicked. So I grabbed my phone, made a whiskey-coke for the walk, grabbed my knife (lions and tigers and bears! oh my!) popped in the ol ear-buds, threw my hood up and we casually began our stroll into town. The walk began as it had the million other times that I had walked it. Sounds from the traffic on the I-70 barely cancelled out by my overly expensive, noise cancelling ear-buds. My shadow, cast by passing cars, stood tall on the rock face to my left. Sir Thomas ran ahead, and to the side, behind, and ahead again, pooping in random places and peeing on everything that doesnt move! Hes a squirrely little Jack Russel terrier, quick little b*stard! I was coming around a bend in the road, that slopes down the mountain when I saw something tall standing in the opposite lane. Something very tall, and thin. At first I didnt think much of it, actually, I thought it was my shadow, until it started moving right at me. In one fluid motion my ear-buds were out, and my knife was in hand as this thing ran at me, then straight past, down the road from which I came. Sir Thomas was hunkered down at my feet, growling, and his hair was standing on end, all teeth showing. Hes an overly-chipper little b*stard, so its quite odd to see him react in such a way to anything. Ive often joked that if a burglar broke in, hed probably be licked to death. What it was that ran past, looked like a black stick man, no discernible facial features, no hands, no feet even, But so tall! It had to have been 9 or 10 feet tall! Whatever it was, was gone. Ive not seen anything like it before, and Ive not seen it since. Sir Thomas and I made it the rest of the way into town safely that night, but he stayed really close the whole rest of the walk. I got the damn dirty cigarettes that I had come for. The whole walk back I kept the music up, and my hand close to my knife just in case! Once I finally made it home, I decided wed probably be better off inside the camper than with whatever it was that wed passed on the way into town.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 22:34:25 +0000
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