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Lauderdale County, Mississippi 1977

When I was 8 or 9 years old, my sister, some friends and I were swimming in a small water hole (more like a wide spot in a creek), behind the Navy military housing. It was about 400 yards
into the woods.

I wasn't swimming; I was sitting down at the side of the water hole with my feet in the water but kind of drawn up beside me. My sister was sitting between my legs in the water. We were all just playing around being pretty loud and I don't know if I heard something, caught some movement out of the corner of my eye or just what, but my attention was drawn to a large bush on the other side of our "swimming hole."

I sat there staring at this bush for a good 30 or 40 seconds, maybe a full minute before I realized what it was I was seeing. There was a face looking at me from behind (between) some branches. The face was very big, it was flat, dark brown/black, and its eyes were black.

I thought at the time that the eyes were looking at me with curiosity or amusement. It didn't look evil, menacing.

I don't remember a mouth or nose. I remember the hands being huge, gigantic, the size of baseball mitts. It seemed like I was looking at it for minutes or longer, but couldn't have been that long, and all of a sudden I was just terrified. I picked up my sister and screaming ran out of there and everybody just followed me out. I was the only one who saw it, my friends wanted to know why I was so scared. I told them it was Old Man Walker; he was supposed to be a hermit who lived way back in the woods and would shoot at you if he saw you. They were okay with that.

I didn't want to believe what I saw but it definitely was not an old man. I found it very comforting to know I was not the only one to have seen something so frightening. Thinking about my encounter I was in no way threatened and I don't know why I was so frightened, but to this day I still wake up with nightmares. Thank you.

Re-submitted March 23, 1998 by Scott McNabb, 1999