Thank you for sharing your
"little green man" story with me { A Rat or Elf?}. That brings to mind something else I
was going to tell you about the railroad bed where we think the sasquatch passed
through from time to time. My friends and I spent a lot of time there, as I've
told you before. We started catching brief glimpses of what appeared to be long,
narrow animals running from time to time. We called them weasels, as that's what
they reminded all of us off.
They were dark black in
color and we never saw one for more than a split second. We would just see a
dark blur out of the corner of an eye, turn, and it would be gone. As time went
by, we began seeing more and more of the weasels. We thought it odd that, after
all the time we'd spent at the railroad bed over the years, we were just then
seeing them. We finally
decided that either someone's pets had gotten lose,
or had been dumped off. Still, we thought it odd that we never got a good look
at one of them; only the fleeting glimpses.
As weeks passed, we began to
see the weasels farther away from the railroad bed and the cover that the
overgrown weeds there provided. Yet, we would only ever see quick flashes out of
the corner of an eye, turn, and it would be gone. We began to wonder if what we
were seeing were real weasels, or some sort of apparition. One day, I was in the
house. Mom was there. Dad was, I think, upstairs. Mom abruptly looked across the
room and frowned. I looked, saw nothing, then asked her what was wrong. She told
me that she'd just seen what looked like a black weasel running across the
floor. When she looked, it was gone. I got cold chills when she told me that. I
withheld Mom's sighting - in our house - from my friends for a few days. Then
one of them reluctantly shared the fact that her grandparents- who she was
living with - had seen one of the weasels in their home a few days prior. I then
shared Mom's sighting, which prompted another to say that he himself had seen
one of the weasels inside his own house a couple of days before. We were all
freaked by the fact that these things could apparently get into our houses and
back out at will. We were sure then that they were not real beings, not in the
physical sense of the word. We pretty much decided then and there that we were
dealing with a spirit being of some kind.
After that, the indoor
sightings stopped. The outdoor sightings by my friends and I tapered off to just
one every now and then. Until one of them came to the door one day with news. He
claimed to have just come from the railroad bed where he'd killed one of the
weasels. I went up there with him and he produced a severed paw as evidence. The
paw was, maybe, two inches long and half an inch wide. I don't recall the number
of toes. Three or four. Each toe was tipped with a short, blunted claw. The
bottom of the paw had pads, much like those of a cat. The hair on the foot was
short and coal-black and very soft. My friend claimed that he was there along,
when he got the feeling of being watched. He turned slowly to see one of the
weasels sitting up "like a merecat". as he described it. Moving slowly, he bent
down, picked up a large rock, then turned quickly and hurled the rock at the
weasel, striking it and knocking it from its perch. He claimed that it was dead
when he went to check on it. He said that he used his knife to sever the paw.
Moments later, he claimed that the body vanished, leaving only the severed paw.
It struck me that the cut was very clean edged. There was no sign of blood on
the fur, either. Not knowing what else to do with the paw, he hid it in the
tangle of molded, woven vines that I told you of once before. What we later
suspected may have been a nest used by the sasquatch we thought was passing
through from time to time. About two hours later, we decided that the "vine
cave" as we referred to it, as that's what it looked like, may not be the best
place to keep the paw. We both wanted to show it to the friend who's
grandparents had seen one of the weasels in their house. We went back to the
vine cave only to find that the paw was gone. We looked everywhere, but never
did find it. After that, the weasel sightings pretty much stopped.
Over the next several years,
myself and the girl friend only saw two or three each. The boy who claimed to
have killed one never did report another sighting to us.
Scott
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