All right, here's an odd story from a man who I think this occurs in the United Kingdom.

I don't think he says, maybe he does somewhere in the story and you'll hear it if he does, but

the way he writes and the way he describes some of these places and the vernacular he uses, I think this guy is from the UK, but let's read us. This is not a Bigfoot story, but this is really good.

He writes, my first strange encounter happened in 2007. There were no leaves on the trees, that is the only thing I can recall determining

the time of year. We live four miles away from the local town in the countryside on the bank

of a large reservoir. From the high spot where our house sat, we had a fantastic view of the

rolling countryside.

We owned 22 acres that included two large lakes that I had excavated and acres of trees

I planted. I was blessed to live in such a beautiful and imposing home.

The house itself is a converted L-shaped barn.

My wife and I lived in the two-story section, and her parents lived in the smaller L that

was only one story.

It was like two separate properties, but we could walk straight through each other's homes. On the night in question, I was sitting with my feet up on the setty, watching TV.

It was dark outside, and I imagine it must have been getting close to bedtime.

I prefer to go to bed early and get up early the next morning.

My wife came walking into the lounge and told me that

she was going to let the dog out, but there was someone standing in the back garden. I asked what they

were doing, and she said, nothing. They're just standing there. Well, the hair stood up all over my body,

and I was engulfed in fear.

I'm certainly not the cowardly type, but I had the sudden feeling that something really bad was about to happen.

My wife prompted me to get up and come with her to have a look, so I followed her through the house to her parents' side.

She took me to her dad's bedroom, because it was on the farthest side and closest to the back garden.

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