An Unlikely Encounter

The gravel shifted quietly under my feet, as darkness spread like ink in the ever changing sky. The lukewarm air caressed my cheek, reminding me of the early afternoon summer’s heat with a whisper of a chill. The rare early day of work celebrated with a visit to a friend’s house. I stepped up the 2 small steps pressing my weight to the door to let myself in. Visits with them were usually anything but dull. Although they had their own mysteries, they were practically family. However, even with that said, this evening was still slightly different.

As another friend and I walked through the door it was the usual gleeful welcome. We stood in conversation at the center of the living room floor. In front of us, the TV lit brightly with 6 or more black and white squares, detailing images of the surrounding property. With one single camera recording the living room. This security monitoring was nothing new. Quite frankly it was interesting to watch the cameras from time to time. In the middle of nowhere you never know what wildlife may come strolling through

As the conversation continued something externally caught my eye, drawing my attention to the single square of surveillance recording the living room. There you could see us at the center of the living room. However, moving at a speed I have never seen before were 100’s of small to medium sized bright white orbs. Shifting from one side of the living room to the other in rapid fashion.

My jaw dropped as I pointed to the live footage and let my shock be known. In awe, we 3 sat, aghast over these orbs. Until the camera overlooking the mobile home shook me to my core. There in front of us, crouched on the roof, a thin, androgynous being crawling on all fours, both hands and feet, beginning to crawl cryptically to the front door of the home. I stood frozen, in a cold sweat, as this thing looked at the camera with bright white glowing eyes. It opened it’s mouth and I swear it screeched, but I was so stunned I can’t guarantee.

Suddenly the owner of the home snaps out of the trance, and grabs something unclear to me at the time. He throws it over the door onto a hook, and as fast as it all came, it all dispersed to nothing. Completely gone.

“What the hell was that?” We all shout repeatedly in unison. Shocked with what we had witnessed. It was nothing like I had ever seen before. Such blatant paranormal activity, and so alien like in it’s form. No nose, just glowing eyes, and a large mouth. It moved in such quick succession, with horrifying grace. Until this day, this memory haunts me. Begging me to answer the questions surrounding the creature. Questions that very well will never be answered.

However, there was one question answered throughout this madness. I did find out the item hung over the door was a Hamsa hand. This is a symbol of protection, power, and strength. It is said the eyeball at the center works as a protector, and to ward off the evil eye. An idea rooted in many different cultures, especially so in the Middle East. This knowledge later inspired me to get a hamsa hand tattooed on my foot. For the protection it provided that night was nothing short of amazing. I’ve seen it work in an unusual situation, and I trust it continues to help guide me in the future.

I’ve scoured the internet many times trying to decipher this creature, with nothing coming close to the creature aside from the acclaimed false entity dubbed “the rake.” Although this is likely to be a fake creature, the videos feel so reminiscent with what was witnessed that night. My heart broke to learn my friend had to erase their hard drive and did not think to extract that footage. It was there, in permanence, right in front of me. Only for it to be lost forever. The only semblance of proof to this crazy experience. Regretful as it is, when asked if I believe in the supernatural or aliens -I simply state, ‘I know what I have seen, whether I can explain it or not.’ Nothing more, nothing less.