It was supposed to be a morning just like any other, but it was in the early hours when

an encounter occurred, with a creature that couldn't have been just any animal.

My name is Edwin, and here is Jackson.

It's true.

Scary story.

One of the best things about being out in the country is it's peaceful and there's

no one around the body to you, and it's quiet most of the time.

At the same time, like out here, we have coyotes there and thereby they howl every few nights

and visions of, oh, if this were to happen, nobody would get to me in time.

I work every day of the week except for be kids, from 7 o'clock in the morning to 3.30

in the afternoon, in order to be at work on time.

I have to get up, I get up every day by 6 o'clock, I get dressed, I brush my teeth, put my

wash together, I get my truck keys, and I'm normally outdoors by 6.35.

Basically what happened this particular day is I'd gotten up a little bit late at the

usual.

I was in more of a rush to the outdoor, but I was definitely awake.

I was wide awake.

I got the dress, a light bowl of cereal, breakfast, and I left and went outdoor.

I took my older trucks and the lights aren't as bright on this truck.

Our driveway spans, across, I think, 168 years, it's a really long drive, to say the least.

And it takes about 4 minutes just to get from my house to the end of the driveway.

So I'm in the black truck and I'm just going down the driveway, everything is normal.

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