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I was a 24-year-old woman, half Cherokee from Georgia, when this eerie incident occurred.

My fiancé and I lived on a sprawling farm in Maryland, even though we didn't make much use of the land

itself. We rented a small house on the property, granting us the freedom to explore the vast

grounds at will. At the time, I was only 19, and the sole residence of

our cozy cottage were my fiancé, our cat, and our loyal pit bull. Our cat was a bit of a lunatic,

a barn cat I had rescued because I couldn't resist helping animals in need. Our pit bull, on the other

hand, was a sweet, cuddly, albeit easily spooked 75-pound dog,

who was afraid of her own shadow. Our farm was nestled on approximately 20 acres of land,

and our driveway stretched nearly half a mile, ensuring we were far from any other people,

except for our landlord.

The first part of our journey home involved traversing about a mile through open farmland, followed by a brief stretch of forest, and then roughly half a mile through tall wheat fields

before finally entering the solid forest for another couple of miles.

Now that you have an idea of the lay of the land,

let's delve into the eerie encounter. It all began like any other typical weekday evening.

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