Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Stalker Between the Worlds: Spring Turns to Summer Presence

*Warning: Photographs and information in this ongoing series might be upsetting to some readers. Discretion advised.*


This is an ongoing series chronicling several 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.

Every time the Walker passed by the spot where he found the footprints on the roadway in the rain and the snow, he came across another blatant signal, usually done perhaps moments before he arrived as if in anticipation of his arrival - a puddle of pee in the roadway.

This particular morning it almost seemed as if the print was made with it squatting, fingertips on the asphalt and foot arch filling in with piss. 

The Walker stopped and looked around him for any signs of it walking off and leaving prints in the muddy ground. Sure enough, on the embankment that led in the direction of the dreaded quarry were dig marks that looked bipedal. 


Days later, the Walker found yet more pee in the same place. As he had been doing lately, he chalked it up as an animal peeing on the warm roadway and then walking off. That it happened to be in the weird zone every time didn't go unnoticed, however. 


Just when life got in the way and The Walker kept busy with chores and obligations, he figured he'd take his walk for the day and get it out of the way. It was a lovely, but damp morning, as he headed down the narrow tree-lined lane.

He didn't think about the Stalker at all until he came upon the weird vortex area where strange things were left and odd things happened. There, he could feel himself moving more defensively, muscles poised in conditioned response.

From the usual spot, another trail of pee. He lifted his head and looked around. Even though it was quiet and no signs of activity, the pee hadn't dried up, which once again showed it must have peed before he arrived at his usual time.

He tried to rationalize it in his mind, sifting through possible explanations. Perhaps deer, coming onto the roadway and the heat emanating from it, just let loose and peed. Sure, that must have been it. But, then, why did he never see deer? 


The Walker headed outside on a warm day and the moment he stepped out, a very loud clonk sound like a screen door sounded up in the area behind the house where it enters the woods. The same place that someone threw a cat another time recently and yet another time dragged the animal cage back into the trees. 

As he began his stroll, the Walker's mind was a million miles away, thinking about the active summer ahead, the chores on the to-do list before then, and a few interesting things he read on a science site online. He liked to keep his mind going with new puzzles and it was that very ability to churn bits of information around in his mind that kept him on top of the Stalker's shenanigans, getting a sense of its personality overall. 

If he was a man of medical science, he'd probably say the Stalker had a bad case of bipolar disorder. Just what to expect each time he encountered his doings, remained a mystery with no real patterns.

As the Walker moved briskly up the narrow country road, his head did a double take. A neighbor who always had a 4-foot electric fence now had an 8-foot high one. 

The Walker came over to observe the height in comparison to his. Yup, 8-feet! Surely a deer fence could be 6-feet and keep out most of the deer population. But 8 feet was quite an effort and expense.  

As he walked away shaking his head, the Walker considered what an impressive statement that single change made. 

The Walker got on his phone and called the researcher. He caught her up on the day's activities and some things he found online that were interesting of ancient civilizations. His mind was definitely opening to other things in the universe we had yet to discover.

Even as he continued the engaging conversation, his eyes were flitting around for anything out of place. A commotion began at a neighbor's house way off the roadway.

"Hey, wait a second -" He told the researcher.

He squinted at the sight of his neighbor facing the tsunami of forest behind his house, fist waving in the air.

"I told you to leave me alone!" The man yelled.

"Well," the Walker lifted the phone back to his ear, "that was unusual. No one there, but he's screaming. Did you hear that?"

"Yup." The researcher replied. 

"I get the sense that I'm not the only one who knows there's something in the woods."

The thought a moment. "It might be time to fire up the game cams again, near your house, out on the road in the weird zone."

"Yup." The Walker agreed.

It wasn't the first time the Walker had seen drops of blood on things around his home. One time, it was on the porch, another time on the dog food bowl, and another time on the dog food bag. 

Something was curiously handling things around the periphery of his home and that did not set well with him. This time, it was a cord that was rolled up and hanging in his shop. The same shop where something kept taking the industrial magnet that held the door open about 7' off the ground. 

The Walker lifted his head and studied the lush green surroundings that once used to harbor his family home where generations were raised. Now, it seemed like a curtain, hiding something behind it. 

With the Stalker in full swing lately, it might be time to set up the game cam again....

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