Report date: 2006-11-01 10:36:24
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Location: Jackson County, Indiana
Nearest City/Town: Seymour
Location directions : Bell Ford Public Site, located on I believe State Road 252, just outside of Seymour, heading North.
Nearest highway: State rd 252?
Nearest Body of water: White River
Location description: Where they've torn out the old bridge, there's a small gravel path that leads right up to the edge of the river, a patch of weeds mixed with gravel (the bank of the river, about 6 yards) are the only thing that stands between the end of the strip of gravel path and the edge of the water.
Witness activities: My wife and I had driven out from Seymour to enjoy the warm summer night. We parked the truck behind us, and set out two lawn chairs and sat near the end of the gravel path, just a few yards from the edge of the river. We got out there at around 10 o'clock at night. Snacking on a bag of sunflower seeds and had smoked a small Black and Mild cigar (PURELY TABACCO).
Incident description: When we first got there (about 10pm)there were some people on the other side, looked like they were fishing. They were the only people we saw out there besides us since we first got there, and we watched them pack up and leave around 11:30. No one else came out, or was there besides us the rest of the night. I make and use primitive bows and arrows, both as a hobby and to hunt with. I had my 80 pound hickory bow in the truck, with a few arrows, because I wanted to grease it by the fire so that the grease will soak in better. Having done that, I laid it down beside me. Had been trying for a while to get a small fire going, that absolutely refused to burn, no matter what we did. Sat out there talking, relaxing till about 2 am. It was a quiet, still, warm night. Hardly no breeze all night. We had been noticing a very big and bright full moon behind us, it looked pretty and seemed bigger than I ever remembered seing it. Something about the night seemed different, and I felt like I couldn't completely relax, for some reason. I even told my wife jokingly, that the woods seemed haunted. So, I went to the truck around midnight I think, and took out a couple arrows to lay down beside my bow. Just to put myself a little more at ease, since we had seen some pretty big dog or coyote tracks around the river also. Just before 2, we were talking about packing up, it was getting late, and the fire had refused to burn at all, and just smoked, at times flickering flame and then going back out, which seemed strange to me. Suddenly, the wind seemd to pick up and a small breeze carried a recognizable odor past us for just a few seconds, like a dead animal. This was not logical, since we had been out there for 4 hours and this was the first we were smelling of a dead animal. The smell only lasted a couple seconds and was completely gone again. Then we heard what sounded like people talking, or grumbling in a low voice. It sounded to me like from across the river, but my wife asked me if I heard it too. I said I did, and that it was from across the river, there must be people walking over there that we hadn't seen. But then, it sounded a little louder but still a grumbling. My wife is mexican and I was born and raised in Indiana, but also speak fluent spanish. We couldn't recognize any of the low, grumbling language, which sounded like 2 or 3 of whatever it was. Then, it seemed to come closer, and closer, like walking on the water from across the river. My wife said it was not over there that it was right there on the river bank, just a few yards in front of us. I told her she was right, but we couldn't see anyone. It was still early enough in the year that the weeds that seperated us from the river were only a couple feet tall, and not very thick still. For us to hear this grumbling in front of us and then not see anything really started to scare us. Especcially since we had NOT heard ANY foot steps or anything in the weeds or sticks for it to have gotten there. It would have had to have come from our left or right, because the truck ws behind and the river was in front. We hadn't seen or heard anything but the grumbling to this point. We are now on alert, not able to explain this occurence, and I grab up an arrow to put on my bow just in case. My hands are starting to shake, as now we begin hearing the weeds between us and the river being stepped on and broken it sounded like. The sounds were slowly progressing towards us without stopping. At this point, the grumbling has stopped but we hear something walking straight towards us in the weeds. Now the sounds are only a couple yards away and we still see NOTHING. We did not have a flashlight with us. The sounds are now so close, I am sure that the next step it takes will come out of the weeds and I will see the creature. I see nothing. Since I can't see anything, and you can't defend yourself against what you cant see, and being a hunter I know that you don't shoot arrows or bullets blindly without identifying the target and background first, I tell my wife to move back to the truck. I am shaking so much, I do not feel comfortable now waiting for the animal to show itsefl only feet from me, so I grab up a handfull of rocks and throw them in the direction of the sound. Silence. No sound of retreat, no more footsteps, no growl, no scream, no hiss, no panting, NOTHING. SILENCE. I pack up what little stuff we had, and join my wife now in the truck as we roll the windows down to listen. Now, the only thing we hear, are more footseps about 15 yards away, in a 90 degree direction change, this time, to our right in the woods. WE NEVER HEARD HOW THE ANIMAL GOT OVER THERE. We only heard it show up. And it got there this quietly in less than a minute. We listened to the steps for a minute or two, and then decided to leave. Turing on the headlights of course, looking all around, we never saw anything.
Sound description: Low, grumbling talking. Almost sounded native american. Heard the weed crunching and breaking in front of us.
Other Evidence: The next morning, went out to look for tracks, and saw an area of weeds broken and smahed down. Some smashed at the base, and some broken half way up the stalk.
Other details: Since then, being very interested in this, we have went out twice more. I went out alone once, and was practicing shooting my bow. Tried to go and build a small fire rright as dark set in, which would never get started. JUst then, had a feeling the creature was around, butterflies in my stomach, heart beating faster, hands getting cold and starting to shake. Heard something come running very fast out of the woods, VERY FAST, right towards where I was. Never saw anything. Ran to the truck and sat there, never saw anything.
On second occasion, we went out together again, and sat in the back of the truck. After a couple hours, heard something walk right up to the edge of the woods a few yards from where we were, and stop, never showed itself. As if it just showed up and stayed in the trees watching us.
Previous investigation notes: I emailed Albert on 8/01/07 asking for a good time to call. If I get no response, I will call him no later than 8/10/07
August 1, 2007 05:58 PM (********)
March 8, 2008 07:10 PM (********)
***** has been unable to contact the witness. He doesn't have time to continue this investigation and has asked to be unassigned.
I think we still need to try to make contact. I'm un-assigning this report.
Nearest City/Town: Seymour
Location directions : Bell Ford Public Site, located on I believe State Road 252, just outside of Seymour, heading North.
Nearest highway: State rd 252?
Nearest Body of water: White River
Location description: Where they've torn out the old bridge, there's a small gravel path that leads right up to the edge of the river, a patch of weeds mixed with gravel (the bank of the river, about 6 yards) are the only thing that stands between the end of the strip of gravel path and the edge of the water.
Witness activities: My wife and I had driven out from Seymour to enjoy the warm summer night. We parked the truck behind us, and set out two lawn chairs and sat near the end of the gravel path, just a few yards from the edge of the river. We got out there at around 10 o'clock at night. Snacking on a bag of sunflower seeds and had smoked a small Black and Mild cigar (PURELY TABACCO).
Incident description: When we first got there (about 10pm)there were some people on the other side, looked like they were fishing. They were the only people we saw out there besides us since we first got there, and we watched them pack up and leave around 11:30. No one else came out, or was there besides us the rest of the night. I make and use primitive bows and arrows, both as a hobby and to hunt with. I had my 80 pound hickory bow in the truck, with a few arrows, because I wanted to grease it by the fire so that the grease will soak in better. Having done that, I laid it down beside me. Had been trying for a while to get a small fire going, that absolutely refused to burn, no matter what we did. Sat out there talking, relaxing till about 2 am. It was a quiet, still, warm night. Hardly no breeze all night. We had been noticing a very big and bright full moon behind us, it looked pretty and seemed bigger than I ever remembered seing it. Something about the night seemed different, and I felt like I couldn't completely relax, for some reason. I even told my wife jokingly, that the woods seemed haunted. So, I went to the truck around midnight I think, and took out a couple arrows to lay down beside my bow. Just to put myself a little more at ease, since we had seen some pretty big dog or coyote tracks around the river also. Just before 2, we were talking about packing up, it was getting late, and the fire had refused to burn at all, and just smoked, at times flickering flame and then going back out, which seemed strange to me. Suddenly, the wind seemd to pick up and a small breeze carried a recognizable odor past us for just a few seconds, like a dead animal. This was not logical, since we had been out there for 4 hours and this was the first we were smelling of a dead animal. The smell only lasted a couple seconds and was completely gone again. Then we heard what sounded like people talking, or grumbling in a low voice. It sounded to me like from across the river, but my wife asked me if I heard it too. I said I did, and that it was from across the river, there must be people walking over there that we hadn't seen. But then, it sounded a little louder but still a grumbling. My wife is mexican and I was born and raised in Indiana, but also speak fluent spanish. We couldn't recognize any of the low, grumbling language, which sounded like 2 or 3 of whatever it was. Then, it seemed to come closer, and closer, like walking on the water from across the river. My wife said it was not over there that it was right there on the river bank, just a few yards in front of us. I told her she was right, but we couldn't see anyone. It was still early enough in the year that the weeds that seperated us from the river were only a couple feet tall, and not very thick still. For us to hear this grumbling in front of us and then not see anything really started to scare us. Especcially since we had NOT heard ANY foot steps or anything in the weeds or sticks for it to have gotten there. It would have had to have come from our left or right, because the truck ws behind and the river was in front. We hadn't seen or heard anything but the grumbling to this point. We are now on alert, not able to explain this occurence, and I grab up an arrow to put on my bow just in case. My hands are starting to shake, as now we begin hearing the weeds between us and the river being stepped on and broken it sounded like. The sounds were slowly progressing towards us without stopping. At this point, the grumbling has stopped but we hear something walking straight towards us in the weeds. Now the sounds are only a couple yards away and we still see NOTHING. We did not have a flashlight with us. The sounds are now so close, I am sure that the next step it takes will come out of the weeds and I will see the creature. I see nothing. Since I can't see anything, and you can't defend yourself against what you cant see, and being a hunter I know that you don't shoot arrows or bullets blindly without identifying the target and background first, I tell my wife to move back to the truck. I am shaking so much, I do not feel comfortable now waiting for the animal to show itsefl only feet from me, so I grab up a handfull of rocks and throw them in the direction of the sound. Silence. No sound of retreat, no more footsteps, no growl, no scream, no hiss, no panting, NOTHING. SILENCE. I pack up what little stuff we had, and join my wife now in the truck as we roll the windows down to listen. Now, the only thing we hear, are more footseps about 15 yards away, in a 90 degree direction change, this time, to our right in the woods. WE NEVER HEARD HOW THE ANIMAL GOT OVER THERE. We only heard it show up. And it got there this quietly in less than a minute. We listened to the steps for a minute or two, and then decided to leave. Turing on the headlights of course, looking all around, we never saw anything.
Sound description: Low, grumbling talking. Almost sounded native american. Heard the weed crunching and breaking in front of us.
Other Evidence: The next morning, went out to look for tracks, and saw an area of weeds broken and smahed down. Some smashed at the base, and some broken half way up the stalk.
Other details: Since then, being very interested in this, we have went out twice more. I went out alone once, and was practicing shooting my bow. Tried to go and build a small fire rright as dark set in, which would never get started. JUst then, had a feeling the creature was around, butterflies in my stomach, heart beating faster, hands getting cold and starting to shake. Heard something come running very fast out of the woods, VERY FAST, right towards where I was. Never saw anything. Ran to the truck and sat there, never saw anything.
On second occasion, we went out together again, and sat in the back of the truck. After a couple hours, heard something walk right up to the edge of the woods a few yards from where we were, and stop, never showed itself. As if it just showed up and stayed in the trees watching us.
Previous investigation notes: I emailed Albert on 8/01/07 asking for a good time to call. If I get no response, I will call him no later than 8/10/07
August 1, 2007 05:58 PM (********)
March 8, 2008 07:10 PM (********)
***** has been unable to contact the witness. He doesn't have time to continue this investigation and has asked to be unassigned.
I think we still need to try to make contact. I'm un-assigning this report.
note : If possible an on site investigation is preferred , at the very least it MUST be a phone follow up, no email follow ups are allowed. If there is no contact after multiple tries then it's a dead report and I'll kill it and move on to the next. If so wanted, the person doing the investigation will get full credit for it in the data base and publicly. It will not be posted until after it is reviewed and found within our ( investigation committee) parameters, and you may be sent back for further follow up if there are any unresolved questions or issues.
Sound fair enough?
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