My grandmother’s generation lived down in a canyon along a creek. It was some distance from the nearest town, and their closest neighbors were her father’s brothers and an elderly farmer. She and one of her brothers told me a story once about a creature that had come to their yard. Some of the boys had said something about a man in the yard. Great-grandmother went to look, and there was a shadow of a man sitting on the wood chopping block. As they watched, the thing began to crawl across the lawn, unlike any man would do. Frightened, she went for the gun, and when she made it to the door, there was no longer anything there.
My grandmother once told me a story. One of our family members (sadly, I cannot recall precisely who) was coming home from a trip. They lived in a small canyon along a creek, and as they travelled they could hear someone singing “Let the Circle Be Unbroken.” As they crested a hill and looked down, they spotted an old woman walking along the creek. She passed under a bridge and out of site for a moment. A coyote came out the other side, still singing, and vanished into the trees.
Since roughly the age of 10, I have been followed by what many, as I’ve discovered, call a “tall man.” He is a tall, dark figure with no face or other features. He appears at all time of day and night and just about anywhere. I’ve seen him standing still or walking alongside me, and I will admit to being very afraid of him. Some part of me tells me that he is a danger to me if I were to let him near.
No one among my friends and family have ever seen him as I have, although as I’ve gotten older, I’ve spoken with other people who have seen similar things.