Around The Cabin
I was staying in my uncles small A frame right on the coast of Maine. I was sitting on the porch drinking a cup of coffee and smoking a pipe.
It was around midnight and pitch black past the porch. I heard a series of giant crashes, that sounded like large branches were being crushed on the ground, like something was walking on it. I pointed my flashlight inland and saw two huge yellow angular eyes.
From where I was, I could see the outhouse nearby and these eyes towered above the outhouse which was a couple feet taller than a porti potty.
I was the only one awake and even though I was in my early 20's freaked the fuck out. I ran inside and ran upstairs and grabbed the small rifle my uncle kept in an attic type storage space. It was only a 22 but was the only gun there.
The walls of the building were very thin and all the windows were open to keep cool, and I heard this thing trudging through the brush, circling the cabin repeatedly for what must have been 3 or more times.
I still don't know what it was, but I always thought it was strange that it circled the cabin. I was too terrified to look and I've always kicked myself for not seeing what it was.