21. My wife walks our dogs late at night.
She heard a sound and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It was a high pitched whining like a radio controlled car, and seemed to be coming from the graveyard near where she crosses a road. She figured an electrical box had failed, and continued walking.
Both dogs immediately started alerting and staring at the graveyard behind her. Then she saw the culprit: a quadcopter.
Now remember that it was past midnight. The quadcopter didn’t have any running lights. And it started to follow my wife. She was more than a bit upset, so she messaged me, and asked me to be ready to drive and pick her up.
The quadcopter continued to follow her, and matched every turn she made. She said to me that she was scared of it knowing where we lived.
She was ready to call the police, when the quadcopter turned around and headed off. I drove to pick her up, and we drove out of town to approach our home from a different route.
The next day we asked the local online community groups about it. Turns out that this quadcopter had been following women to their homes for a few days. The police were notified, but the quadcopter’s pilot decided to lay low, and the police couldn’t find anything. We’re assuming that the quad pilot saw the forum discussion about them.
22. Didn’t actually see anything, and I’m really glad I didn’t. A friend and I had started walking a trail system that leads deep through some woods and fields by his house around dusk. During the day it’s really peaceful and green and whatnot, but it was late and it was getting dark fast. The area we live in has been flooding recently and the trail is currently 2 feet underwater about half way through the loop, but my friend said we could walk to that point and then take a shortcut back to the beginning through one of those man-made pine forests where the trees are all perfectly lined and spaced apart. We only had to go about fifty feet into the pines before the canopy made it pitch black all around us, but he knows the area so we kept going. About a hundred feet further in we both hear a very distinctive squeaky door noise. Like, literally no chance of it being anything other than old rusty hinges. He’s come through here twenty times in the past few weeks while jogging during the day and confirms that he’s never seen any type of building or anything with a door back here. We both decided that we’d rather just walk the trail back the way we came in than deal with whatever horror movie shit was happening in there. I’ve never noped out of a situation faster than I did then.