Location: Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Dominique on May 16, 2009:
“This happened in 2007, in late August, while looking for eery or creepy places after dark. I started doing this the year before, going down park trails with the moon as my only source of light, or just going into the woods past midnight. Usually when I find something supernatural, on tv or on the net, I usually get the chills or a single tear will fall from my left eye. I went to Spruce Beach hoping to see or hear or even feel something weird, but all I’d found was a black bear emptying a garbage bin, I started running towards it, it took off in the direction of the woods. It dropped a garbage bag just outside the woods on the trail. I waited to see what it would do so I waited in plain sight for it to do something, it just whined and whimpered kind of like a dog. After 15-20 minutes I left it alone and started walking back along Spruce Rd, after a bit I couldn’t hear any more normal noises, no birds, no wind, no waves just dead silence. I thought it was a little weird at first but paid it no mind, a few minutes later I see a small figure on the side of the road, about the size of a very small dog no more than 3/4-1 1/2 feet to it’s shoulder, it was pitch black, had no tail, the body was kind of a mixture between a dog and a cat’s, but it had a nearly perfect human face and weird glowing eyes. I just stopped dead in my tracks, this thing was a good 60-90ft away from me but I felt like it was right next to me, I just kept shivering and my left eye kept tearing up, all I could think of was “this is it, I’m going to die like this”, it just slowly kept walking towards me, with every step it took I felt colder and colder, I felt fear, unlike the thrill I get when I’m chasing bears, it was a deep primal fear, my very being felt like it was going to devoured. As it got closer, a car came from behind the hill, and the light hit the thing, which ran into the woods without any sound. I got my composure back, the sound returned, and I started walking a lot faster back home, all along the way I just felt as though I was being watched. I kept going on my trail walks without any light kind of hoping to see it again, and also hoping I wouldn’t. Even now after having moved to Sudbury, every time I think about it I get shivers. (I am not making this up, it is all true, I swear on my life and on everything I hold dear).”
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