Hello, my name is Kathy and I live in Charleston, West Virginia.

I, too, have an encounter with a creature I could not explain.

It was here in the mountains of West Virginia back in

1980 when I was 15 years old. Back then I would go ginseng hunting with my dad my

grandpa out on my grandfather's homestead near the Clay and Nichols County line.

The place was called Wilson Ridge near the mining town of Wyden, West Virginia.

On the day in question, we started early, but it was already hot and muggy. My dad had ventured off

the ridge and my grandfather and I went in the opposite direction, on a trailhead going downhill

towards a creek where we would be in the shade.

Pawpaw had trained me to be a good woodsman and I had been to the area we were in many times.

So when he decided to venture out further on the mountain top, he felt comfortable instructing me to go on down towards the water.

I'd been walking along this path for about 30 minutes

looking for ginseng when I came across some golden thread. It was also in season, so I stopped

to pick some. I was down on my knees digging out the roots when I heard someone or something

walking in the woods above me.

I looked up, but I couldn't see anyone through the scrub brush.

I called out, hey, who's up there?

The walking stopped, but there was no response.

I listened for what was probably just a minute, but it felt like an hour.

The woods were so quiet, not even a bird was chirping.

I finally shrugged it off and got back to digging.

I carried a little transistor radio with me, so I pulled it out of my bag,

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