It was early morning in Northern Pennsylvania. I was at a log cabin in the woods about three miles in from the closest road. I have been to this cabin many times over a period of years. I always had a feeling I couldn't describe when there, but didn't give it too much thought. I figured it was the simple unexpectedness that the woods give to people who respect what lives in them.
Near this cabin was an old clear cut from a logging company that went belly up. My friends and I set up a fire ring in the middle where we used to sit, cook, and drink. The morning of my experience though I was sober as a bird.
I exited the cabin to smoke a cigarette on the little stoop in front. I lit my cigarette and looked up at the clear cut. Standing in the middle of the clear cut was the perfect outline of a man. It was all black and when I saw it I felt a feeling of despair that I never felt before in my life. I wanted to run. I didn't though. Not because I couldn't, but because I wanted to stay.
I called to my friend in the cabin. He came out and asked me "What's uh..." That is all he got out because he saw the figure too. This made me feel great because I knew I wasn't losing my mind. But at the same time I felt the worst dread ever because I knew the figure was real. At this point the figure let out what I can only describe as a growl.
I say that because we both felt the "growl" rather then heard it. My friend and I both ran for the jeep at this time. We got in and I drove off. Just to let you know how freaked out we were, I drove 140 miles, while speeding, and I didn't have my license at this time. That morning will be with me until the day I die.
We never went back to the cabin after that. We sold it to a group of hunters who now use it for a deer camp. One day I want to talk to one of them to find out if they have seen the dark figure too.