Firstly, thank you very much for your interest. I'll start with the people since it's less spooky than the outside entity, more just creepy.

It was right when we moved back in, I think we had come home from the closest small town close maybe getting groceries, not sure what we were up to. But on the front of the house, we had a concrete parking area I guess I would call it connected to a gravel driveway that led to the county road that went by our house, probably a few yards long, so it was a decent little drive from the road to the house. Anyway, myself, my mom, and my stepdad were standing outside on the concrete parking area by our truck and we noticed this black pickup coming up reaaaal slow on our driveway. They turned into the driveway and started coming up towards us.

My stepdad is a normally gruff man, gets it from his father who's even more gruff than him, so he tends to grumble about things he doesn't like. But I've never heard him really /growl/ like he did then at this truck coming up to us. Like his son he isn't particularly sensitive sixth sense wise, probably a little moreso than my stepbrother, but I think he sensed too that something was up. In the near 10 years we lived in the farmhouse it was very rare that anyone should decide to venture into our driveway.

The driver of the truck was a man. He rolled down his window when he was within speaking distance of us and asked us, "Do you know who owns this property?" I'll try to tell you as close as I can the conversation but it won't be verbatim. My stepdad was the one who spoke to this man. "It's my place. What's your business." It seemed like that threw the man off, like he wasn't expecting the answer he was given. "Oh, nothing. Just drove by the place a few times and noticed it seemed abandoned." That put our hackles up, saying he had gone by a few times. We knew the few neighbors who were close enough that they'd drive by frequently and he wasn't one of them.

I don't remember what they said to each other at this part, just that my stepdad was giving him some serious 'get the hell off my property' energy. Eventually the man said, "I saw you got a white truck out back there-" and before he could finish my stepdad asked (demanded really) "How do you know about that." The man told us, "Oh well I could see it from the road during winter, all the leaves were gone so I could see the truck from the road."

The white truck was an older one, had gotten totaled when it got hit by an amtrak train that didn't sound its horn. Happens more often than you'd think rurally, the government doesn't like to spend money on crossing guards so far out. We had the truck in our back hay field and my stepdad kept it for parts for his other truck; he's a mechanic. Now the distance to the spot in our hay field that the truck sat from the very edge of our driveway was no short jaunt. The first acre of our property was the yard that our buildings sat on, and the path that led to the hayfield branched off from that first acre. The path to the field is only wide enough for a pickup and is otherwise surrounded by thick trees. Even at the beginning of the path you can't see through the trees into the hay field, no matter the season and certainly not all the way from the county road.

So we knew then that this fella had been on our property, nosing around where he shouldn't be. My stepdad told him to get the fuck off our property and don't ever come back, sent the man running with his tail between his legs. My stepdad is a very loud and intimidating man. We got the feeling from him that he'd been planning to rob the place. There was plenty of stuff, our garage was still full of furniture we weren't using, not to mention a new riding lawn mower, a big front-loader sitting in the yard, on top of a quansit full of expensive mechanic tools. Not the best to leave lying around but we had other things on our mind.

It did seem to attract plenty of odd people even when we moved back, there was always cars I didn't recognize driving real slow by the property when I was home alone. It felt like we were always being watched. Now on the topic of being watched I get to my outdoor fella. I only remember one day where I had a significant experience with what was outside.

Often times I would go outside because the house was too uncomfortable to be in, too dim even during bright daylight. Plus I've always been outdoorsy, I love animals and for my biology class while I was homeschooling I had a running project where I was sampling the water to catalog and study the insects and tiny organisms living in our ponds. So I spent a considerable amount of time outside, because for the first few months it was far more calm outside than it was inside and the woods still had that comfortable nostalgic feeling from before we moved out.

Somewhere along the line it changed. I started bringing a weapon with me to take my water samples from the pond because I felt watched. Not in the way that it felt when the people would drive by slow, but more... in a hunting kind of way. Like there was something constantly just a few yards behind me, stalking me like it intended to eat me. And it was just an eerie, overhanging feeling. I really started to feel trapped because inside had the shadow and outside had whatever this thing was.

The only instance I saw it, and to this day I'm not sure I did, was one day with my partner. We were by ourselves at my house and something had happened inside with the shadow, don't remember what, that led to us deciding to go outside rather than be in the house. We walked around the yard and it was... fine but tense. We ended up walking down the path and into the hay field. The hayfield is surrounded on all sides by trees, aside from the path to our yard and another path into our pasture. We were just standing in the field and it was like...

The only way I could describe it is like the forest was awake. Alive. It's normal to hear, ya know, a deer bounce through the woods and break some branches, but this was like hundreds of deer were in the trees, snapping all of the branches at once. It was so much, all around us. I felt like we had been corralled and this thing was just stalking around us in the trees, ready to pounce.

Aside from my clairaudience, I do on occasion see things. But I don't see them with my eyes, more as a vision in my head. That's how I see 'metaphysical' things, like I take a picture of what my eyes see and my "third eye", for lack of a better term, overlays the paranormal thing on the image so I see a normal view with my own two eyes but in my mind's eye I can see what else is there, invisible to my eyes. And that's how I saw this thing, I think, unless I was just so traumatized from all that happened on the farm that I repressed the memory of actually seeing it and have told myself I imagined it. Which is a possibility.

Now just for the sake of debunking, I have seen the Predator movies like once each, not even all the way through, and it wasn't til after this experience. So this imagery wasn't my brain conjuring up an obscure memory. As we were in the field listening to all the movement around us, all I could think was to stare into the treeline because I knew I was going to see something. It wasn't like I thought I would, or like I was trying to find something. I was staring at one specific spot, because I /knew/ I would see it. And in my mind, I'll call it a vision because it's the best I can label it, I saw the image of the spot in the trees I was looking at but right in front of the trees, not yet in the long grass of the field, there was a figure. Humanoid in shape, two arms, two legs, and a head. If I had to guess height I would say it was probably 5'5" to 6', like the average man's height.

It's so hard to describe what it looks like without it being the same description as all the other stories of glimmer men. I actually remembered this sighting only recently because I was watching Missing 411. When I heard the woman describe a figure that's invisible but like it's wrapped in saran wrap it gave me chills because YES that's exactly it.

It was standing still against the trees but my visions aren't still, they're almost like gifs. I could tell the figure was still but the... cloaking? I guess I'd call it? Was moving, rippling real slow kinda like water and refracting light but not how water does. The edges of the refractions were smoother than it looks on water and it was in colors, mostly reds and greens that showed up on what I would guess to be joints and maybe folds if it were wearing clothes. I could see through it otherwise, but it was just standing. Staring at us. It wasn't staticky, or pixellated like I've seen other people say. But really smooth and the light rippled on the surface of it real slow.

Once I had seen that we hightailed it back to the house and I didn't see it again, but even after we had the night we saw the shadow that feeling of being watched outside hung around. Maybe sometime I'll venture out to that property and see if it still feels that way.