I have had a few experiences that I couldn't explain.
Most were during my childhood and I don't remember much about them, but I have had a few weird things happen in recent years.
I don't think I've ever told any of you this before, but I am what I like to call an "amateur" paranormal investigator. By "amateur" I mean that I'm not with a group. I have my own equipment and a friend that is equally as interested and we have a couple groups that allow us to join them as guest investigators, but they live much further away, so it would be difficult for my friend and I to be full time members.
Anyway, on to the story.
About 3 years ago, I was working for a construction company building a new "digital" tank range at Ft Benning,GA.
I was on the grass crew, my job was to drive a John Deere 7520 tractor with a hay blower, when I wasn't doing that, I was driving the old army 5 ton truck that hauled our hydro-seeder.
One day we had to work really late, I think it was about 10:00PM when we finally knocked off.
We had been seeding another jobsite that was about 3 miles down a dirt road from our normal job site.
My personal truck was parked at the other site, and I was instructed to drive the hydroseeder back to our normal site and someone would pick me up and take me to my vehicle.
I arrived and parked the old army truck at our "seed yard" and waited for my ride to come.
I waited....and waited... for about 30 minutes and nobody had showed up.
I was still sitting in the cab of the truck, windows down, when I started to hear what sounded like footsteps in the wood line directly in front of the truck.
It sounded like a two legged creature that was trying to be quiet, but not doing a good job of it.
The wood line had recently been thinned out, so I figured if I turned on my headlights, I should be able to see what was making the noise.
When I turned on the lights, I saw nothing and the footsteps stopped, when I turned the lights off, the foot steps started again.
Thoroughly freaked out by this, I started the truck and began riding the tank trails that we were building, looking for cell phone service, or someone to give me a ride back to my vehicle.
I finally found someone to follow me back to the yard and then take me to my truck.
I never found out what I was hearing in the woods, as close as the foot steps sounded, I should have seen something when I turned on the headlights.
Someone later told me it could have been a sniper in training.. I don't know, but I wouldn't think they would let anybody train in an area that was still under construction.
In conclusion, I don't know if it was someone training, an animal, ghost, or sasquatch... I just knew I didn't want to sit there anymore