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diseldriver · Joined: 03 Nov 2006 Posts: 31 Location: LA;-USA

Middlesboro, is surrounded by mountains. It was formed hundreds of thousands of years ago when a meteor smashed into the earth, giving the area upon which the town was built a crater-like appearance. Coal is plentiful in the surrounding foothills, so there are tons of dirt trails and mining roads that are either being used by various mining companies or have been forgotten about altogether. To give you a better idea of where Middlesboro is located, timberland Gap, the historic pass in the Appalachian Mountains that Daniel Boone used on his way westward, is about a 5 minute drive away. It is nestled in the southeastern most corner of Kentucky, and Tennessee and Virginia can both be accessed within 10 minutes from the city limits

My friend and I were out driving around on an old strip mining road in the surrounding hills of my home town. We had been meandering through the trails in his Jeep for a couple of hours, enjoying some mind expansion, and talking about this and that. I informed him that I needed to get back home in order to get in bed for work the next day. He acknowledged, and slowed down so we could turn around in a little side road that lie just to the left of the trail we were on. As he pulled into the mouth of the road, his headlights swept across a field that held nothing more than one scraggly tree and some tall grass. What we saw next stopped us in our tracks. A figure that we later estimated to be between 7 and 8 feet tall stood beside the tree. It was in the shape of a man with a large brim hat on. No details could be seen of the silhouette except the outline of the body. It looked as if it were made of shadow, because although the lights from our vehicle were planted firmly on this figure, nothing reflected off of it. No skin, no clothes, no eyes; nothing except the blackness. It blocked the terrain behind it, but seemed to suck in the light like some kind of mini-black hole. I asked my friend in a shaky voice if he was looking at what I was looking at. When he replied with an uneven "Yes," I let him know that I didn't think we should stick around anymore, and he floored the gas in reverse. We kicked up tons of dust as we came to a stop in the middle of the road we had just turned off of. I made one final glance toward the creature as we careened back down the mountain. I was horrified to find that something flew through the trees parallel to our truck; getting caught in the peripheal reach of the headlights. I didn't utter a sound as I whipped my head back around to look out the windshield, and we didn't speak at all until we were bathed in the streetlights of the town. That was the last time I ever went back up that road, to say the least.