This happened when I was 11 years old. My brother was 8. We lived in a small town in Ohio, and grew up around the woods and lakes. the summer after our father left, we were left in the hands of a careless babysitter who did nothing but smoke cigarettes and talk to her friends on the phone. She would leave us outside for several hours to basically screw around until my mom got home.

One day it was a particularly late evening and my mom had not arrived home yet. Our babysitter sent us out into the backyard with a badminton set, and told us to play. My brother kept annoyingly hitting the birdie too hard, and we had to keep retrieving them from the tree line behind the house. Eventually we got bored with using birdies, and switched to tennis balls. Again, my brother decided to hit it too hard, and it rolled past the tree line and into the woods. I told him to go get it, but he didn't want to go back there by himself.

We walked into the brush, careful to avoid the poison ivy, and tried to locate the ball. We couldn't find it anywhere. Suddenly there was some noise. Like sticks breaking. Like something walking through the woods. I was afraid that it was a large animal like a deer or something, so I told my brother to head back inside. He didn't go back inside... Instead he was frozen with fear. I kept asking him what what's the matter? What's going on? The only thing he could do was point.

About 20 to 25 yards away from us, there was some kind of... Creature. From what I could make out, it had very large eyes and a tiny slit for a mouth. No nose. No hair. Just like the grey aliens they talked about on TV. Safe to say my brother and I were both too scared to move. After a few moments passed the creature ducked behind the tree and disappeared. My brother and I slowly backed out of the woods and made for the house.

When my mother got home from work I tried to tell her everything that happened. But my brother wouldn't tell her the truth. He lied to her and said he didn't see anything. My brother and I shared a bedroom that had a window facing the backyard. He and I went to bed, but didn't go to sleep. I started bitching at my brother for what he had done. How could he not tell Mom the truth? Now she thinks I'm crazy. Just as those words were coming out of my mouth, we heard a thump on our window.

My brother and I obviously immediately assumed the worst, because we are children at this point, and we debated closing the blinds. Since I was on the top bunk, I could reach the string. But I really didn't want to move. I really really didn't want to move. I was so scared of seeing that... Alien... Eventually I got up the courage to get up and pull the string on the blinds. But as I got up to my knees to reach over, I glanced out the window. That was a mistake.

Eleven-year-old me peed my pants so fast! My brother set up and asked me what was going on. All I could do was point. That thing. It was staring at me. Just staring. It's big black eyes staring at me. Freaking me out. When my brother's saw it, he started crying. Eventually the commotion woke my mom up, and she was not happy. Instead of explaining everything, we just sat there crying. 

I've never forgotten that. I still to this day do not understand why my brother did not tell my mom the same thing I did. Even now almost 20 years later she still thinks I made that story up. All because my brother won't open his mouth.
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Reba Petro
Well I believe you seen something.
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