The Strange
The Wolf Thing The Strange

My friend Darrell has had many strange experiences in his long, adventurous life - from growing up in the gangland of the south side of Chicago to being a member of a special forces military team in the wilds of South America.  From an early age, to his present age of 45 years, he's seen more than his share of strangeness and death, madness and mayhem.  He's been beaten, scared, even riddled with bullets.  But nothing could have prepared him for what he experienced on that summer's evening driving down that lonely Illinois road in 1990.

He had left the military and taken a job as a state ranger.  During the daylight hours he patrolled the national parks and government lands fighting poachers and all manner of wilderness highwaymen.

The day was just turning into dusk as he was navigating his 1972 Pontiac Grand Prix down a lonely road that wound through the heavy deciduous forests between Savanna, IL and St. Louis, MO.  He was about halfway between the two cities, near the Mighty Mississippi river enjoying a cigarette, when he accidentally fumble-fingered it and it dropped on the plush carpet of his car.  He kept driving while he tried to reach down and capture the burning butt - but try as he might, he couldn't rescue the plush carpet from the wrath of that tiny burning ember.  He could smell the burning nylon and he knew he had to pull off the road so that he could finally get a grip on the smoke.

He got hold of what was left of the cigarette and just as his eyeball was clearing the dashboard he saw it:  It was about 12 feet tall and 20 feet directly in front of his car.
It had a bloated, dead animal that looked like a possum tucked under its arm and it reached down with its free hand,  picked up a dead raccoon from the side of the road and proceeded to take a large, ravenous bite out of the side of the dead animal, it's large fangs quickly devouring the large piece of meat.

It was then that it spotted Darrell who was looking at it from his car with wide eyes frozen in shock and terror.  Immediately after spotting Darrell it took a few gigantic steps and was upon him in an instant.  It stood in front of his Pontiac and reached out its clawed hand to the back of the car's hood - ( that space between the hood and the windshield) in such a manner that Darrell though that it was going to rip off the hood of the car as if it could gain entrance that way.  It put its horrid, hairy face right up to the windshield and peered in at Darrell, still frozen in shock and horror.  It was covered with hair, had the nose and mouth of a human, but a nose and mouth that stuck out several inches like that of a coyote or wolf.  Its eyes were a burning, jaundiced yellow with black spiraling pupils that looked like one of those hypnotic wheels that you see in old cartoons.  And it was making a desperate hungry noise, which was not the vocalizations of an animal but the sound of a large, hungry retarded child.  It was breathing in and out very fast as it made this noise and it was depositing a layer of breath fog on the outside of the windshield.
Darrell could sense very strongly by the way the thing looked at him that the monster wanted very badly to eat him alive.

It was at that moment that Darrell broke from his frozen terror and made his move.
Even though he was a seasoned military man and an officer of the law, the gun sitting near his right hand didn't even enter his mind.  His sole focus was the gas pedal under his right foot.  He slammed the gas pedal straight to the floor and the monster rolled up half way on the hood of the car.  Darrell swerved the car from left to right and shook the thing off the car in the time period of about 3 seconds and the space of about 100 feet.
Glancing in the rear view mirror he saw the hairy beast run into the forest.  It moved at super human speed like a skilled cat; about 3 times faster than a human can move.

There was a man that worked at a lab that tested soil, animal hair, blood and other things related to government land managing.  He worked directly with the rangers whenever he was needed for reports and other investigations relating to the outdoors.
After being laughed at by by his boss and fellow rangers, Darrell sought the help of the lab man.  He showed the man the claw marks on the hood of his Pontiac and upon further investigation, they found a sharp part of the headlight rim that had caught the monster as Darrell was fleeing the scene.  On this sharp area they found some hair and blood, enough for the man to take a sample back to the lab for testing.

Several days later, the laughs stopped.  Partly because of three separate reports of the same monster from other people in the area and partly from the strange lab results.
The lab could not find a match for any known animal.  It was not the hair of a human, it was confirmed to be the hair of some type of animal but not any known animal.

Not only did the laughing and ridicule stop, but many of his fellow rangers including his boss began to believe his story and as a result, Darrell was given several weeks of sabbatical leave to recover from the incident.  However, it proved to be not nearly enough to ease his fears and Darrell walked away from his wilderness job vowing never to return.

He suffered for several years trying to live down the incident.  It was years before he could sleep without his guns next to him.

By John McMahon, webmaster@thestrangedotcom.com



Letters Sent in Regarding The Wolf Thing:
This was sent in by Darian:

I have reason to believe that the thing reported was a were-wolf. I'm a 
freelance were-wolf researcher currently attending BSCC in Alabama. 
Dispite the distance, I am very interested in the story as I have 
collected many stories along the same lines. I believe that werewolfism 
is a real... how shall we say... affliction. I in fact have a close 
friend with a similar... disorder... She is a werefeline. I have 
observed transformations multiple times yet she retains little concious 
memory of the change. Any more information you can provide would be a 
great help.  You might ask your readers if they know of any such things.

This, from Calonis Shadowpaw

I hope I didn't scare the man too badly. I hope you will apologize to him for
me. But you must understand he startled me badly. The night was not a very
pleasent one for me personaly. Didn't like his description though. I am NOT a
werewolf. I am werePANTHER... *sighs* I guess though as frightened as he was
he wasn't paying as close attention to the type as much as he's never seen one
of us before... Oh well. Tell him I'm sorry and that I certainly did NOT want
to eat him... I don't even like though of it. Predator though I am, I don't
like the taste of human nor the thought of eating it... I AM atleast half
human, you recall! Anyways, please, correct your page and don't call me a
BEAST!


 

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