This story occurred on the property where I grew up, but did not happen to me personally. Since it is not my tale, I will only refer to the person by “him” or “he”. The events in this story were relayed to me the night that it all happened. My age at the time was somewhere around 12 years old.
It was pretty late one night…somewhere around ten at night, when he came back to my parents’ house after being out for an evening with friends. They had come to pick him up, and had dropped him off down by the main road. We lived out in the country and had a long driveway. The lane on the way up to the house was surrounded on both sides by two small fields. It was midsummer and the grass was tall in the fields. For some reason, no one had kept them mowed or planted gardens in them that year.
My father was already in bed, but my mother and I were in the living room watching TV when he came running into the house. He slammed the kitchen door and practically dove down the two steps into the living room. My mom and I turned to look at him. He was out of breath, and it was obvious that he had been running. His eyes were wide with fear and he kept saying the words, “They kept peeking their heads up over the weeds. I could see their red eyes”.
You have to understand that there were no streetlights near my house or even for as far as the eye could see on the main road, so it wasn’t that there was a source of light reflecting off of the eyes of animals in the weeds. Mom asked him to calm down for a second and tell us what had happened. He went back into the kitchen, came back in with a glass of water, and sat down on the chair across from the couch. The story that he told us that night was that his friends had dropped him off down at the end of the driveway, and that he had been walking up to the house.
On his way past the fields, he said that he heard a noise, like someone trying to get his attention. “Psst”. When he looked over to the field on the right where that sound had come from, he said that he saw several creatures which stood around three feet tall standing up in the weeds, looking at him with red glowing eyes. Next, he said that they had lowered themselves back down into the tall grass and seemingly disappeared. At first, even though it freaked him out, he said that he dismissed it, thinking that his eyes had been playing tricks on him.
He resumed walking, when the same noise…psst…came from the field on the other side of the lane. Turning to look, he saw the same thing in the field on the left side. Several of these three foot tall creatures with red glowing eyes. He said that the outline of their bodies were thin and that their heads looked large in proportion to their bodies. What happened next is what sent him running the rest of the way to the house.
He said that it sounded like he was hearing whispers all around him. So, he looked back to the field on the other side of the driveway and there were even more of them there than he had originally seen. His description was that the creatures on both sides of the road kept raising and lowering themselves up and down in the tall grass while whispering something that he couldn’t understand. Even when they lowered themselves down, he said that he could still see their glowing eyes and it seemed like more of them were appearing. It was right after he relayed his story that my mother sent me to bed so that they could talk privately. I wish I could have been a fly on that wall.
To my knowledge, this was the one and only sighting of these particular creatures on the property. For as little sleep as I got that night, I can only imagine how little he got! There had been sightings of other things…but those are tales for another day.