Night glider
I've waited 20 years to tell this story to the world.
I grew up in rural southern Kentucky. My parents lived in a neighborhood down in a little valley, lots of open, rolling hills, which was surrounded by woodlands on most sides. It was freakin' awesome for a kid, tons of room to ride ATVs and explore.
My cousin (we'll call him Bryan) was my BFF, we'd spend most weekends together. That typically consisted of staying up late playing video games & watching MST3K. Well, sometime during the fall of my 3rd grade year, we decided to go outside late one night to do whatever the hell 3rd graders do in the sticks at midnight.
Some exposition: we had a big front yard which sloped down to the basement entrance, the slope was seriously maybe 40 degrees (it was nearly impossible to walk down). At the bottom edge of the yard, we had a dog house where our German shepherd and beagle slept. The back and sides of the house were surrounded by several acres of fields which all sloped down and could be seen plainly from anywhere in the yard.
Got it? Okay.
We're sitting in the front porch bullshitting. There's a full moon, and everything is sublimely still. We get bored, decide to go in and play Sega, but we have to sneak through the basement door so we don't wake up my parents.
As we walk around the house to get to the door, we stop at the top of the slope. Both of the dogs are going absolutely batshit insane over something. Out in the field, maybe 75 yards from us, is something as big as a small car, solid black, sprinting a good 25+ miles an hour. No shape that we could discern; had it not been for the moon, we'd never have seen it.
We run, RUN down this slope, because fuck gravity, and slam the door shut, lock it, put a couch in front of the door, and pray. Neither of us had any clue what else to do. We didn't tell our parents about it the next day; we figured they wouldn't believe us.
Flash forward to my senior year of high school. I'm talking to a teacher on a school trip who was well-versed in local ghost stories & general weird shit. I tell her the story of "The Blur," as I'd taken to calling it. She tells me that she's heard numerous accounts that were almost identical, stretching all across southern Kentucky, going back almost 30 years. Reports of a large, black creature "gliding" through the night, generally fucking shit up for a lot of unfortunate animals.
It was pretty messed up to hear someone give credence to what I'd known about for all those years.
That was almost ten years ago. This summer, I moved back home with my parents for a few weeks. That's when I came across this, and I promptly got the fuck back out of the sticks.
TL;DR I saw a big black blur in my backyard, and apparently everyone else has too for the last 30 years.