I was sitting on the front porch of my parents house, about 2 or 3 years ago, smoking a cigarette. They live in a very urban/suburban area, with some woods nearby in the Renton Highlands. It was probably around 1am at night, when I noticed a bunch of animals crossing through the cul-de-sac which my parents live on. There were probably around 8-10 animals, which I recognized as coyotes, roaming around as a pack. They passed through at a brisk jogging pace, not even noticing I was there watching them go by. It was very unnerving and eerie to say the least. There was no one else around, and I was pretty freaked out.
This place has it all: UFOs, black helicopters, cattle mutilation, thunderbirds, cryptids, people experiencing missing time, giant snakes, ghosts, a troublesome being called Pukwudgie that matches a lot of European fairy lore.
This case was narrated by a person I know very well, which I will keep anonymous, therefore it is a real story and I know its truth. In fact, at the time of telling me I was impress by the disturbed and terrified look of the person who lived this experience.
The energy shifted and the dogs around us became restless; we looked up and a gorgeous buck was down the street. He ran down the street in our direction, which seemed odd in retrospect because he was running toward people instead of away and the dogs stayed close instead of chasing….
In between two strange houses on opposite sides of Center Street—both dilapidated, one light, one dark—stand tall sycamore trees where the vultures roost.
Musician Shana Cleveland of La Luz encounters some sort of meowing monster.