Before moving to Arizona in 1959, I lived in the small town of DowagiacMichigan. It must have been 1956 or 57, I was 6 or 7 years old. The boythat lived across the street was a spoiled little rich kid. This kid hada basement full of the latest and best toys you could buy. I was over tohis house one night and we were playing the pinball machine he had inthe basement. Over all the dings and bells of the machine we both heardsome grunting and clawing.
We stopped playing and looked toward thenoise. When we looked at the basement window there was this terribleface staring at us, and this thing was scratching at the window. The face was bright, almost shining red (in more contemporaryterms, it was a raw skinned face like Freddie Krueger). Well, weboth let out blood curdling screams. This thing bolted at the noise andwe dashed up the stairs. We felt it was a race, for at the top of thestairs was the back door and we felt that this thing was going to thedoor.
But when we got to the top of the stairs and looked out the windowwe could see this black shadow going down the street. It seemed to befloating! When it passed under a light we could see that there were nolegs or feet touching the ground and we screamed again. By the timeTimmy's parents got to the back door the thing was gone but we told themwhat we saw and they had a good laugh.
Timmy and I looked at each otherand insisted that we both saw the floating monster. We were just kidsand not to be believed, as to what we saw. Timmy and I never spoke of itagain. We didn't even share our story with the other kids in theneighborhood. I am now going on 53 years old and nothing in my life hasever frightened me more than what I saw that night. It still makes myhair stand on end just thinking about it.