A little about myself, I have been sensitive to other presences for as long as I remember, seen the occasional shadow, or brief image. Always able to justify it some way or other. I am not religious and do request not to be thumped with bibles. But I encourage all points of view.
On to the story, it was late summer in northern California. I and my sweetheart S. Had the night off and her children were being watched so I decided to take her to a spot in the hills above berry creek Ca. Where I spent slot of time star gazing, and contemplating. The drive takes you up a dirt and gravel road that leads up to the back side of bald rock but there is an old fire access road with a large clearing that was surrounded by trees. I don't know if it has any influence with what happened afterwards but, after I and S tended to our more basic needs.
We sat on the hood of the car cooling off and talking about future prospects. After a short while I noticed a thick tulle fog had started filling the clearing. I don't scare easily but I got a very distinct 'your in trouble feeling' and the part that unnerved me the most was I got a very distinct feeling that it wasn't me I needed to worry for. S. Picked up on my uncharacteristic uneasiness and suggested we head home for movies. (Preserving my manly don't-get-scared-of-nothing attitude) I of course protested, but if she insisted.
As I got into the car I felt like I was being watched and swore I saw the outline of someone standing in the tree line. Instinctively my anger flared that some pervert had been watching me and m'lady being intimate and challenged the figure at the same time I flicked on my headlights. But no one was there, the feeling of being watched persisted and S. Was looking at me like I was nuts. I started the car and started down the hill. I didn't notice how fast I was driving until S. Grabbed my arm and asked what was wrong, and said I was scarring her. I told her I just needed to get her away from there.
As I came around a corner (the road is almost all curves) we were charged by a large dog. Instinct told me to swerve but my gut told me to stay the course. The dog vanished right in front of the car. S. Never saw the dog, but she later told me she saw the thing that had me so scared. Her description was a human about a foot taller than me (that would make it 7foot) with long stretched arms, wild black hair and a lipless grin. I and S. Are no longer together but I continue to see the dog from time to time. I've never been back to my star gazing place even though I used to go there alone quiet often.