BFRO #28545: Man tells of the strange occurrences and his sighting as a teenager near Buckhart

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[ Note: The first names of the witnesses has been changed. ]Preface:This information is based on witnessed facts, and is as close to the events as I can recall. I am blessed with a near photographic memory. First is some background that seems to perhaps relate to the main focus, and as I think it is relevant, I will start thus.1976 � 1st Encounter � Vocals HeardThe year as close as I can recall was 1976, the year before graduation from Rochester High. It was the fall, shortly after return to classes, but before the autumn chill had set in. On a date that goes forgotten, myself, Tom, and John, (both grew up in houses outside of Rochester in the unincorporated �Buckhart�, Illinois), decided we were going to fish some ponds that were formed by overflow from the Sangamon river in the Buckhart area. I cannot say exactly were they were now, other than from memory, I recalled that if you were to drive to Buckhart and then turn immediately left onto a blacktop, it would come to a river bridge over the river, and a large sandbar there, then continue on north to eventually meet the Mechanicsburg blacktop. The ponds were found by taking a very narrow unpaved dirt track to the left before the bridge, and then off again through fields until it came to a dead end along the river and ponds fringed with large stands of tall trees. It was perhaps a mile distant from the bridge. We knew the farmer, who farmed most of the bottoms in the area from our associations at church, and who had given us permission to fish and access the area.On the day of interest, we needed fresh bait, and decided to follow some other less used field perimeter tracks to a place where we could get near the river in the shade to look for earthworms. We started out walking through the very dense weeds and underbrush, until finally we opened into that area where the overhead tree canopy makes less light available to the denser weeds, and lots of open flood plain is available to dig for fresh worms. From this place, you can traverse the river bank fairly well, and the trees and weeds you have passed through make a green wall that hides you from view of the parked vehicle and fields beyond.We went about digging in various places finding good bait. At some point, perhaps a half hour into our self occupied digging, Tom decided to go exploring farther down by himself, leaving John and myself more or less digging together. Another half hour or so, and I had a pretty good bucket of worms when I felt a strange sensation that I was being watched. I remember having the feeling, and dismissing it, and not saying a word about it when John and I came across a large pile of earth on the river bank. It was out of the ordinary, and actually, looked exactly the size and shape of earth if you were to lay down and cover over a body with soil. We both saw it and both decided no way were we going to dig into it! We joked about how silly to even think about it, and bent to the digging. I got the feeling again of being watched and remember carefully looking around out of the corner of my eyes, to see any movement in the weeds or trees. It was approximately 4:30 in the afternoon when we started, so the daylight was beginning to cast longer shadows as the sun got lower. I didn�t see anything but the feeling kept nagging at me, and I more or less lost interest in the worm hunt. At some point shortly there after, an interesting thing occurred. It has never happened to me the same way since.John and I were hunkered down on one knee, turning over small spades of earth, when he stopped, and I stopped, and without any communication between us he looked me straight in the eye, and we both turned and looked into the trees and weeds at the exact same time. We never heard a thing. At that instant, we both realized that we had both sensed something, and our minds were reaching that primitive level when you should decide quickly fight or flight. He said to me, �We need to get out of here now�. I agreed, and before I could say anything about finding Tom, the need for his search was over as he almost ran into us as he came looking pale and said, �I don�t know what that was, but we are out of here right now!� We didn�t run, but we made haste following our path back out through the weeds and trees, to the waiting pickup truck! When we got to the truck we all kind of laughed and joked the tension away and all talked quietly about the heebee jeebee way we had felt. Then we heard something I had never heard before that hastened our departure. We all heard it. The sound as close as I could come to describing would be a woman screaming in undulating pain and terror, but it really didn�t have a human quality to the sound. We did not stay to investigate, as it was either very very loud, or the proximity was very very close. We loaded up and spun tires on dirt and cornstalks as we got out of that place.We talked about arming ourselves with rifles etc and returning, but soon school and the fall and wint

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