I was recently was recalling things from my past whem an strange event came flooding back. First of all, forgive my writing as I was never good at it.
When I was younger, around 15, I was living in Kenya, east Africa. One night around 3-4am I heard stomping on the roof. I was living on a farm so there wasn't much light at night. I went outside to investigate but did not turn on the outside light on my way out. What I saw on the roof was a man dressed in a long coat, wearing work type boots.
I immediately began to yell at the man to get off the roof. As I did not turn the light on when I went outside, I could not make out much detail other than it was the shape of a man.
After my rant to this man, he proceeded to jump off my roof and landed about 40 feet from where I was standing. I had grabbed a muche when I had stepped outside, so when this person landed on the ground I noticed that his knees did not bend.
At this point I went defensive, clutching my mache tightly and stepping back my right leg, ready for him to attack me. I waited for a minute. He just stood there, then turned and ran away. I thought he was just a drunk or high on some kind of drug. I gave it no more thought and went back to sleep.
Before I tell the rest of my story I am going to say why I am writing this. I am writing this to warn anyone who this may happen to, and fits the description of a heavy person running on your roof around 4am, not to just go running out to see what is there. I will now finish my story.
One year later I once again was woken up to the sound of someone running back and forth on the roof. My reaction was the same as it was a year earlier. I grabbed my mache open the front door but this time I turned on the front porch lights. My front porch lights consisted of (8) 100 watt bulbs and lit up the front of the house.
Well this time when I went out, I could see the details of this person on my roof. What I saw was not a man, even though it was wearing clothes this time. I immediately went on defense and this thing immediately jumped off my roof.
I clutched my mache, which was razor sharp, and took a combative stance. I showed no fear to this thing and I believe it knew I would stand and fight. It stood only 20 or so feet away, staring at me before turning and running into the dark.
I'm not going to describe what it looked like because I am not writing this to scare anyone, but to warn them to be careful. Over the years I learned that this creature has been around for some years and has attracted people who stepped out not armed.
I usually don't tell anybody about this but as I get older I become more concerned for others. I am now 60 and did one more time encounter this creature in Canada in February at 2:30 at -30 degrees run back and forth on my daughter's roof.
Hopefully my story may help someone stay safe.