OT: The Black Wolf
Duckie
Sender: celm...@dorite.use.com (Gregary Hopkins)
Date: Sun, 23 Apr 1995 22:08:00 GMT
My wife and I were married in April of 1972 and at the same time I was
re-assigned to duty at Sembach Air Base, Sembach, Germany. By the
winter of 1973 we had rented a beautiful old house from a wonderful
couple named Karl and Alfreda Jakob. The house was located at #12
Muhlstrasse, Munchweiler, Germany. This was just a few miles from
Sembach Air Base, and was generally located in the south of Germany,
near Kaiserslautern. At the time we lived there the house was 160
years old. I am sorry that we lost touch with Karl and Alfreda. They
were some of the nicest people I have ever known. As far as that
goes, we were the only Americans living in this village and the people
there were top notch and we lived a quiet existence.
Our first child, a boy, was born while we lived there. His coming
seemed to manifest a presence that my wife and I were really not aware
of. There had been a few noises and such but we really didn't think
much about it. Sometimes it would feel as though we were being
watched. As our son grew through the first months of life there were
many occurrences and this is only one of them. As time goes by I will
relate stories that happened in the house but the one I tell now
concerns something without.
The baby was about six or seven months old. As babies of that age
sometimes do, he was crying and seemed to want to. My wife was
letting him cry it out for a little while. He was in our bedroom in
the crib. Our bedroom was on the back side of the house. There was a
small walkway beside the house and a concrete wall. The back yard was
on the side of a hill and the ground was at a level at the top of that
wall, just about even with the bedroom window. The walkway was less
than two feet wide. The house had upstairs bedrooms but we hardly
ever used them.
From the backyard one had to go down some steps beside our bedroom and
then open an arched door in an eight foot high brick wall to reach the
front yard. We were blessed to have grass and this was the outside
pssage front to back. The arched door was wrought iron covered with
plexiglass and had a iron dead bolt that latched it. Once in the
front yard, there was a wrought iron fence at the street and the yard
itself was about two anda half feet higher than the street and the
fence was about four feet high. Our neighbors to the right were the
last house before the trail up to the woods and the back side of both
our houses was open to the fields.
My landlady had instructed us that it was very important that we close
and lock the wooden shutters over all the windows and lock the
deadbolt in the outside gate every night.
It was after dark, around nine o'clock this evening when the baby was
crying when we heard something in the backyard, outside our bedroom
window. Whatever it was, it was making an eerie sound, mimicking the
baby crying. Whatever it was, it was big. We could hear it drawing
breath into its lungs and wailing with a sound that would chill you
right up the spine. Standing in the back yard by the window put it
just about two feet away from the shutters.
I had no gun, being a foreigner in Germany. The thing both frightened
and angered me. We listened to it for about ten or fifteen minutes.
I finally decided that I would take out my bowie knife, throw open the
shutters, and attack it. My yelling at it through the open window and
through the wooden shutters had no effect on it. We then decided that
giving it access to the house in this fashion was not a good idea.
I then thought that I would go out the front (since we had no back
door) and go around the house and take on the brute. My wife didn't
want me to go but I found out later that she just didn't want to be in
the house alone. Like I said, the thing was big -- by its sound. Its
wail was a high sound, almost a scream. And in between screams and
wails we could hear low guttural growls similar to that of a lion or
big cat.
I finally exclaimed, "I'm going out. We need some relief. I grabbed
my knife and headed for the front door. I also took a hiking staff
with a metallic pointed end. It took two full turns of the giant
skeleton key to get the door open. By this time I had redirected my
fear to an attack attitude and was prepared to jolt the damn thing
like it was doing to us.
Just as I opened the front door I could see the thing coming out from
beside our house. It looked like a wolf. It was jet black and had
long, coarse looking fur. It was just over three feet high at the
shoulder. It glanced at me and ran across the front yard (about forty
or fifty feet) and leapt over the wrought iron fence. As it landed on
the sidewalk it ook off at a run and disappeared past my neighbors
house and up the track to the woods.
I walked around the house and into the back yard. The wrought iron
door stood agape. To this day I have yet to figure out how the thing
opened that iron dead bolt latch!
G. Hopkins
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Lupinia
~sniffs~
My family is considerate and would never break through the back fence or
jump over the front one without introductions first!
~G~
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