During my childhood I lived on Long Island in New York along the shores of a River that connected to the Great South Bay. It was a wonderful place to grow up. It was also a place of strange encounters and sightings of unknown crafts and events.
A beautiful park, large in mass, covered a huge portion of the river area where we lived. The river ran out to the Great South Bay which went directly into the Atlantic Ocean. We were a perfect pit stop for anything unusual as we were a direct line in from the ocean and sandwiched between the large park on the river side as well as a state owned beach park along the land side of the small community. We were locked between the two parks and the ocean. The only people around were the small community where I lived. We were a perfect pit stop for anything that wanted to drop by for a fast abduction or encounter with the isolated population of the small community.
The children in the area used the parks as their private play lands. We would picnic, play, and run wild along the paths and wooded areas of the park along the river. Rarely did you see adults, or any people at all-just a few kids from the neighborhood playing. I would often set up my Barbie dolls and play for hours under a huge willow tree in the park that was the coast line of the river.
My favorite willow tree was close to a small outlet branch of the River. In this outlet lived a swan family with a huge nest built upon a small sand bar in the outlet. I would play for hours; the swans would float about or sit in the nest. The world seemed to be a happy place.
One hot summer’s day I packed up my dolls, my lunch, some comics and my friend Melinda for a long lazy afternoon under that willow tree in the park. We arrived about noon, had our picnic, read a few comics and then got into some serious Barbie doll play. All seemed well until it happened.
Melinda noticed it first. She stood up and looked towards the river outlet and asked:
“What’s that?” She was pointing towards the swans. I looked over towards her out stretched finger to see a ray of light. I stood also. The moment I stood up the swans started to squeal in a strange frantic manner. I never saw them or heard them do anything like it before. The light was odd. It was a color I had never seen before or since. It was neon green. It was so bright it hurt to look at it. I immediately felt fear. The rays were reversed. They seemed to be coming up from the river instead of down from the sky. The swans were flapping and trying to fly away but were so disoriented all they did was flap into each other.
I became terrified and dropped my doll to the ground and whispered to Melinda:
“We have to get out of here” she backed towards me and started to reach down for our belongings. I took her hand and said -“Leave them, we will get them later.” I held her hand and we both slowly started to move towards the path. We barely breathed. We moved very slowly as not to draw any attention from that light to us. We were on the path and moving away from the tree and light when we heard a low crisp clicking sound. It was a sound I have heard more than once in my life time but this was the first time I encountered it. It sounded like a combination of a water sprinkler that clicks across the lawn and returns-mixed with the sound of bugs on a hot summers night. That is the best I can explain it. Click click click swoosh with a hidden low chirping behind it.
The sound was coming closer and closer, the ray of light fanning out larger and larger, we were heading carefully away down the path towards the main path which exits the park.
As we retreated the sound of that clicking moved closer towards us through the woods along the path adjacent to the water, we picked up our speed until we were both at a full run.
The faster we ran the louder the clicking. The ray of light was expanding so I could now see it over the treetops. We ran as fast as we could. I can remember thinking my heart might explode as I ran. I was terrified. Melinda was right beside me, she was sobbing in fear as we ran.
I knew we could not make it back to the main exit and pulled Melinda towards the fenced part of the park, which lined up along a main road back into our community. We hit the fence at a full run and scaled it with the clicking right behind our every step. We flew over the fence and tumbled onto the main road. A neighbor lady nearly ran us over as we fell into the road right in front of her car. She slammed on her brakes avoiding hitting us by only a few feet. She started to yell at us but soon realized we were crying and frightened half to death. We told her something was following us in the park. She loaded us into her car and drove us to my house.
My parents and Melinda’s both called the police and told them of something or someone chasing us in the park. My father returned to the willow tree to look around and collect our dolls and items we left behind.
My father came home with some of our things but told us most of the doll items were missing or burned. By the time he arrived at the willow tree my father only found a large area of ground covered with burn marks. My Dad told us it looked as if someone had a large charcoal fire right where we were playing. A few doll dresses and items were burned and the rest were simply missing. The swans were gone as well, nest and all.
My parents inquired many times with the police and Park about what happened that day. They brushed it off and tried to make it somehow our fault. They felt it was just silly kids causing an uproar. They even accused us of starting the fire. Thank goodness our parents never believed that for a moment. After that day we not allowed near that park again.
What happened that day in that park is anyone’s guess. I know it was an encounter with the unknown. I also know I did the right thing and ran for my life and Melinda’s life. I feel fear every time I think of that day. One day I may go back and look at that old willow tree one more time. Up until now I have not had the courage.
I feel sick to my stomach when I think about this experience as I know I came very close to dealing with the unknown and doubt I would have ever been seen again.
I have learned to pay attention to my surroundings and heed my intuition and always I out run the clicking!
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