We got weirded out, but stood there staring at it. When we were finally a few yards away, it dove into the grass and started to crawl very fast, almost snake-like. We chased after it, thinking it was the adult. It ran with its arms at its sides, but it stopped at the edge of the tall grass, as if to wait for us to get closer. It was running toward the trees where there was a small open area with tall grass that goes up to your knees. So we start going around the back of the building and we spotted a tall figure. So when we began the game, we had to find the adult hiding in the forest in the middle of the night. It was like police: the kids were the police and we would pick an adult to be the hostage. We decided that evening to go out and play in the forest with the children, so we came up with a game to play. The place we stayed at was a small building in the center of the forest. My church was on a retreat in Indiana, in a forest. My strange story took place on the 26th of September, 2009. The creature slithered through the grass like a snake, yet climbed a tree like a cat. I stood out there for an hour, but it never came back. I noticed that all the crickets were silent. I tried to watch where the field moved as it passed, but the corn remained perfectly still. It ratcheted its body in that disconcerting, jerky movement toward the cornfield and went into it. It moved, its "face" still pointed at me. I could have run, but I was stuck somewhere between terrified and intrigued. When I got within a few feet of the edge, the thing looked at me. Letting my curiosity better my fear, I moved toward the edge of the dock, which was raised a few feet off the ground. Gradually, step by step, it moved toward me. I thought it was a heron or something at first, but it looked too much like a person. It was looking back into the cornfield, or at least I felt like it was. It moved in chunks: legs, then hips, then torso, shoulders, neck and finally head. It moved in a sort of jerky gait, like someone dancing "the robot" badly. Pale, with something that looked like a head of straight, black hair. It was the size of a small child and very, very skinny. The corn was about as high as my shoulder, so about 5' 10".Īs I was watching the bats, I looked down at the edge of the cornfield. It was 2 or 3 a.m., and I was out on the loading dock watching bats fly around the floodlights, because I liked being out in the cool night air. It made work easy the dearth of milk denied us any actual labor, but management wouldn't let us not come to work, so we would show up and mess around all shift. There were a series of days in the summer of '04 or '05 where it was so hot that the milk being delivered to us in trucks would evaporate before we got it. I used to work at a cheese factory on the edge of a cornfield in southwestern Minnesota. Frank saw a creature he could not identify in a cornfield.
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