*Warning: Photographs and information in this ongoing series might be upsetting to some readers. Discretion advised.*
This will be an ongoing series chronicling a couple years' worth of encounters with bizarre, horrific, and taunting interplay between one innocent citizen and a stalker that defies description (at least in our known world).
This was an exceptionally well-documented series of events that may at times be too graphic or horrifying for some readers, but it is our hope that by sharing this experience, someone out there might recognize a set of circumstances that are similar.
We have advice to be given to anyone encountering what I am at a lack of words to accurately describe, so henceforth refer to it as…the stalker between the worlds.
Other prior installments:
Installment #2 "Dem Bones"
Installment #3 "Too Close To Home"
Installment 4: "Encounter"
Installment #5: "Roadside Horror"
Baffling Kills
The Walker awakened to every sound during the night, certain something was messing with his shop out back, but when he heard nothing, he nodded off back to sleep and had dreams of an intense nature, but none that he recalled when he awakened, feeling not at all rested.
With his phone charged, the Walker put on his sneakers and headed his usual route, refusing to go directly to the spot. It was impossible to tell who was watching and what they were assuming by his actions. He felt instinctively that less change in his own behavior the better, so as to not encourage the weird interplay.
But, as the Walker headed the stretch toward the doberman's body, his hand tensed on his phone in his pocket and he studied the roadways, trying to do so casually but not to overlook any other possible victims. He had yet to see this thing kill just once.
The grass was high, about time for the usual routine mowing by the roadway units. Still, there was no sign of anything looking out of place. As he passed the bushes where the body would be, the Walker pulled his camera out and then stopped, stunned and confused by what he saw. He lifted his head and looked around for landmarks. He eyed the driveway across the street.
Yup, this was the place. No doubt at all.
This was not, however, the doberman's freshly killed body laying on the ground at his feet. It was the body of perhaps the other doberman that ran with it and it had been killed quite some time ago!
As he leaned over it, the Walker saw the familiar sight of duct tape, only this time, it was tied around the hind leg. What kind of sick monster would tie the ankle of a dog with a makeshift rope, kill it, and leave it here along the roadway?
He lifted his head up and looked across the street at the driveway to a home that no one had ever moved into, a piece of land that once had an RV on it with someone living in it, who up and took off in the middle of the night and never looked back.
The Walker's mind flashed back to the original baby boars replaced with a skull, mandible and miscellaneous bones. The dog's body removed and replaced with bones. Was this killer doing the same scenario again? But, why?
He completed his walk briskly, refusing to turn tail and go home. Nowhere along the roadway was the doberman of yesterday. The Walker's mind zoomed at a faster pace than his unusually speedy stride as he battled the desire to go back to the site and scream at the top of the lungs -
What are you? What do you want? Leave us alone!
He was barely settled in at home when a friend called. The friend was reading the meter at the abandoned house on the driveway across from the dog kills. By the Walker's shock and amazement, the friend said he found a dead dog. Was it the original doberman? Where the heck was it if it wasn't in its earlier spot?
The Walker nearly ran the distance to the driveway, busy looking at the side of the road where he'd seen the dobermans, only the friend standing near a ditch on the other side of the road, at the entry to the driveway, shaking his head, looking down at the bloody body of a terrier. No doubt, another stray. This one, also in a prone position, legs in the air, no apparent injuries, but blood on its fur.
It was the first time the Walker had seen a kill that was bloody. The Walker assured his friend he'd call someone about it. He did call someone when he got home. He called the sheriff.
The law officer came to his home and talked with the Walker about the kills, but seemed uninterested in the whole scenario, though he did say he'd go look at it.
The next day, the terrier body was gone, just like the doberman. He seriously doubted the lawman was in a rush to remove the body, as he was hesitant to even deal with the issues.
It was time, the Walker decided, to find out who this was and why they were doing this. He was going to set up a game cam. But, as the Walker headed the stretch toward the doberman's body, his hand tensed on his phone in his pocket and he studied the roadways, trying to do so casually but not to overlook any other possible victims. He had yet to see this thing kill just once.
The grass was high, about time for the usual routine mowing by the roadway units. Still, there was no sign of anything looking out of place. As he passed the bushes where the body would be, the Walker pulled his camera out and then stopped, stunned and confused by what he saw. He lifted his head and looked around for landmarks. He eyed the driveway across the street.
Yup, this was the place. No doubt at all.
This was not, however, the doberman's freshly killed body laying on the ground at his feet. It was the body of perhaps the other doberman that ran with it and it had been killed quite some time ago!
As he leaned over it, the Walker saw the familiar sight of duct tape, only this time, it was tied around the hind leg. What kind of sick monster would tie the ankle of a dog with a makeshift rope, kill it, and leave it here along the roadway?
He lifted his head up and looked across the street at the driveway to a home that no one had ever moved into, a piece of land that once had an RV on it with someone living in it, who up and took off in the middle of the night and never looked back.
The Walker's mind flashed back to the original baby boars replaced with a skull, mandible and miscellaneous bones. The dog's body removed and replaced with bones. Was this killer doing the same scenario again? But, why?
He completed his walk briskly, refusing to turn tail and go home. Nowhere along the roadway was the doberman of yesterday. The Walker's mind zoomed at a faster pace than his unusually speedy stride as he battled the desire to go back to the site and scream at the top of the lungs -
What are you? What do you want? Leave us alone!
He was barely settled in at home when a friend called. The friend was reading the meter at the abandoned house on the driveway across from the dog kills. By the Walker's shock and amazement, the friend said he found a dead dog. Was it the original doberman? Where the heck was it if it wasn't in its earlier spot?
The Walker nearly ran the distance to the driveway, busy looking at the side of the road where he'd seen the dobermans, only the friend standing near a ditch on the other side of the road, at the entry to the driveway, shaking his head, looking down at the bloody body of a terrier. No doubt, another stray. This one, also in a prone position, legs in the air, no apparent injuries, but blood on its fur.
It was the first time the Walker had seen a kill that was bloody. The Walker assured his friend he'd call someone about it. He did call someone when he got home. He called the sheriff.
The law officer came to his home and talked with the Walker about the kills, but seemed uninterested in the whole scenario, though he did say he'd go look at it.
The next day, the terrier body was gone, just like the doberman. He seriously doubted the lawman was in a rush to remove the body, as he was hesitant to even deal with the issues.
The Walker went out to set up the camera and then later that day came back to get the camera, only to find the dog skeleton turned 180 degrees. Why?
In the process of reviewing the game cam photos, the skeleton was turned around 180 degrees, but no one showed up in the photo to do it. Even if a buzzard landed and somehow turned the entire skeleton around, it would have set off the camera that had a 75 foot range. The cars set it off at a similar distance.
Then the Walker studied the pictures clicked off and stored on the game cam's card and an already spinning world began to warble on its axis even more....
Cars set off the camera, but then it clicked off with nothing around, except a strange shadow. Between frames that were collected, the body had turned 180 degrees and it appeared to do so some time after the shadow appeared and when the next car set it off!
The Walker vowed to himself to set the camera out yet again and see if he could finally get something other than some weird shadow that set off the camera.
Two days later, as the Walker studied the photos clicked off on the card, they captured him walking away, a runner, and several cars and then, that damn shadow again!
The Walker decided to put the camera away. He would end up spending way too much time studying every picture it clicked off and his very comings and goings with the camera and setting it up might attract whatever seemed to keep a watch on the area.
He tucked the camera under his arm and walked away, certain that things had to quiet down. If they didn't they would have to escalate to new levels. The terrier's body was gone. The first doberman's body was gone. The bones of the replacement dog remained.
The fact it seemed to lay the body out, then take it away the next day after the Walker had seen it, showed that they were specifically laid out for him to see and once they were assured he'd seen it, they took it away. If it didn't care who saw it, it would have just left the body and it wouldn't have put the body out to start with if it didn't want someone to see it, but not just anyone, it seemed to want the Walker to see it. It was hard to come to any other conclusion.
And, as the days went on in peculiar silence, the Walker finally began to breathe again and believe that, yes, this time it was gone. It did no elicit a reaction and it would move on.
But, then, it didn't move on....
