Hello. This happened back in August of 1995, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Some things you just don't forget, you know? I was helping my mother move into her new house in Canóvanas, just outside San Juan. We'd been hearing stories for weeks, maybe months, about animals getting killed. People's chickens, goats, all kinds of livestock. They'd turn up dead with these strange puncture wounds on their necks, completely drained of blood. The whole island was tense that summer. Everywhere you went, people were talking about it. My neighbors, the lady at the market, everyone. Some folks were saying it was wild dogs. Others thought it was something worse, something nobody wanted to name out loud. The police had been called out to dozens of farms. Mayors were holding meetings. It was serious. And nobody could explain what was happening. I remember the air felt different that week. I can't explain it exactly, but there was this heaviness, this feeling like something was off. The animals in the neighborhood were acting strange too. Dogs would bark at nothing in the middle of the night. Chickens would go silent when they should've been clucking. Even the birds seemed quieter than usual.
So there I was on this afternoon in early August, probably around the second week of the month. It was a weekday, I remember that much. I was at my mother's new place on Calle 1, not far from the Iglesia De Dios church. We'd been moving boxes all day, and I was taking a break, looking out the window to make sure nobody was blocking the driveway. That's when I noticed a car pulling up outside. I was checking to see if it would block access to the house, you know, just making sure we could still get the moving truck in. But then I saw the man driving the car, and his face, his expression, it stopped me cold. He looked terrified. Absolutely terrified. His eyes were wide, and he was gripping that steering wheel like his life depended on it. I wondered what could have scared him so badly, and that's when I looked past his car, down the street. And I saw it. Standing there in broad daylight, right in front of my mother's house. At first, my brain couldn't process what I was looking at. It wasn't a dog. It wasn't a person. It was something I'd never seen before.
The creature was about three feet tall, maybe a little more. It was standing upright on two legs, completely still, like it was studying something. The first thing I noticed were its eyes. God, those eyes. They were huge, dark, and wide, taking up most of its face. Not like human eyes, not like animal eyes either. They were slanted, almost oval-shaped, and they had this intelligence to them that made my stomach drop. Its skin was grayish, maybe a little greenish, I'm not sure. It didn't have any hair that I could see. The arms were thin, almost skeletal, hanging down at its sides. And here's the thing that really got me, when I looked closer, I could see it had five fingers on each hand. Five, just like us. dark eyes are consistently reported in these cases - Paige' But they were longer than human fingers, thinner, and they didn't end in claws like people said later. They looked almost human, which somehow made it worse. The creature had small holes where its nose should have been, just little air holes, and its mouth was closed but I could tell it had teeth behind those lips. What really stood out, though, were these rows of spikes running down its back and head. They weren't sharp like thorns, more like feathery spikes, if that makes sense. They had this texture to them, almost like they could move or shift.
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