Albert Rosales and his very Strange World, #35
Date: April 2009
Time: 0130a
The witness, a dog breeder, was outside with his newest addition to his kennel, a German shepherd puppy. He was in the process of housebreaking the young pet. He lives in a largish corner lot with lots of trees, shrubs and bushes, and many things—animal noises, distant traffic and sudden rain fall—would really get the dog’s attention. Before day one morning, they were both out there doing the dog’s business, and the witness was off in his semi-wakeful zone, still in his pajamas and hoping for the best. They were both facing away from the house when he noticed the dog sitting alertly, watching something with complete interest. The witness glanced in the direction he was facing, sort of south-westerly and looking a bit scornful. At first h thought he saw a white plastic bag or some kind of cloth stuck up high in the last of the tall privet hedge that runs from east to west along his property line. He chuckled at his puppy and quickly told him it was nothing, “Get busy!” he said with semi-urgency. However the puppy never moved, but continued to stare fixedly at the ‘thing’. He was about to urge him again, but something about his attitude urged me to really look. Something was just odd about what he was seeing. The ‘thing’ was up about 10 feet or so near the end of the property, maybe about 15 feet from where they both were standing, and it was oddly and continuously moving. What made it so odd was how fluidly it moved, like nothing that would make any kind of sense in nature. He noticed it was square and very white, waving from the bottom parts, left to right and up and downward in a weird, unnatural way.
At first he thought the wind was making it move, but as he watched the thing, he realized there wasn’t much in the way of wind or even breeze to keep that thing moving so smoothly all the time. And he could not hear the tell-tale sound of plastic (what he first thought it was). In fact, he could hear no sound at all in his yard. Not one insect or frog made its presence known. His puppy continued staring at this thing. The witness points out that all young puppies and kittens will do this, but this dog would have lost interest if the thing wasn’t threatening or didn’t change its behavior, which it hadn’t. The more he watched the thing, the more he knew something was odd about it. The liquid movement was all wrong. Something told him he needed to go inside, now. He called his puppy, which was not quite ready to leave. He had to pull him away, calling his name quietly to coax him along. He kept stopping to look back. At the patio doors he turned back to watch the thing in a way that totally scared the witness. He wanted to hear like a plastic bag would make in that kind of quiet; he need to see it was only a fragment of white fabric stuck in his hedge, but he was getting nothing like that…nor was his dog.
Finally he got his dog on the stoop and urged him into the house. He couldn’t wait to be behind a locked door. He talked to the puppy, trying to encourage him. The dog looked at him and back at the now locked patio doors. Then he kept staring at the witness, as if he didn’t recognize him for some time. He behaved sort of lethargically, as he was coming out of a trance, and that scared the witness more than seeing the thing in the shrubs. Once he had gotten the puppy in his crate, he went to the bedroom window that looked lout into the back to see if the thing was still there. It was, it continued where it was in the hedge, flowing in its languid, spooky way. His roommate asked him what was wrong, and as he watched the waving object he related what had happened. If the puppy hadn’t been staring at the thing so intently, the witness doesn’t know if he would have ever noticed it. In fact he thinks that if the puppy hadn’t been staring at it for so long, he would never have even been bothered by it, especially since he probably would have never noticed it in the first place. Later when early daylight had come he was heading out there with his puppy again, he looked for the thing first. He fully expected it to be there, since the wind hadn’t picked up to dislodge it from its hold in the hedge. Naturally, he looked for it, but it was nowhere to be seen. He looked in the side yards, in the shrubs, in his neighbor’s yards and into the street but it had apparently moved on. The weird part was that his puppy kept looking for it afterward, he knew exactly what he was searching for whenever he pulled him in that direction, where he would sit and wait expectantly for a while. After about 3 days the puppy forgot about it. The witness could not.
HC addendum
Source: Your True Tales—September 2009
Type: X
Comments: Difficult to categorize this one. But it seems like some type of primal survival instincts had taken over the witness and his puppy.
