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Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast
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Listen in as the Let's Not Meet podcast tells a true life story...an encounter with The Sykesville Monster.
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Listen in as the Let's Not Meet podcast tells a true life story...an encounter with The Sykesville Monster.
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I have a tale from a long time ago. I thought I would share. I think it belongs here. I hope. I don't bore you. I am now a 72 year old man. This happened long ago, but I remember it so well. The background was a series of events that placed me in a mountain cabin outside of Frederick Maryland 1969 or 1970. Just say my life at the time was in disarray. I dropped out of college. My father had died very badly and I was alienated. I needed to get my mind right. The opportunity to move to an isolated cabin to live in contemplation and solitude was welcomed. I had some inheritance money to pay for it To the best of my memory. I was there 8-9 months. No tv but books and radio. I had a library card. I can't remember if I had a phone. The story begins when a month into my stay, a female beagle showed up at my door. She was a lost dog and I took her in. Never could treat her to do anything, but I fed her and she was a sweet, if not the brightest dog. A few months in I began to feel a presence around the isolated cabin, hard to describe, but I felt like someone was watching on many occasions. I thought someone might even be looking in my cabin window watching me. The next phase was the shadowing we're following. I knew the folks a half mile down the lane woods all around it would sometimes visit them at night. Someone, something was waiting for me and followed closely in the woods beside me in the darkness. You could hear it easily, footsteps in the woods and it picked up its pace as I did. This not only happened to me but to my younger brother who visited and two friends and it spooked them big time at night. It was out there around the cabin. Here's the funny thing. I was never afraid, never felt threatened, Not at all, at least. Early on there was no feeling of malevolence. I spent a good bit of time wandering the vast areas of woodlands around me. There was a state park just up the hill and the Frederick Municipal Forest went on for mile after mile. The whole of western Maryland was much more country than it is now. One of the development had set in yet in our hikes, the dog and I, we came across evidence of campsites, recent ones in the woods, traces of fires, old abandoned buildings that had corners that gave shelter and looked slept in garbage, food and drink paper. What have you? Perhaps hunters, but much of it did not have the organized feel you would get from experienced hunters. The last month of my stay, there was when things intensified, maybe he sensed I was preparing to leave. In the mornings I would find small dead animals at the bottom of the front porch steps. The cabin had a small fund porch screened with a light door And four wooden steps to the ground. A spotlight would illuminate the long front yard with woods close by either side. Dead animals began to appear at the bottom of the steps. Many mornings I remember small birds than a squirrel or a rabbit, even a weasel. One day, like they were offerings, I had to grab them up for the dog ate them. This went on almost daily for several weeks. one night, very late I was walking by some sound. I lay in bed and heard something from the porch. I hopped up and hit the lights and I saw that hound dog who never learned to sit or stay standing at the front door in a perfect point position. She was shaking in fear. She never barked. I heard the door slam and footsteps go down the steps. I hit the spotlight, but saw nothing. I went out. He had been on the porch at my front door maybe trying to enter. After that I stayed in at night more and more. The animal offerings got bigger and bigger, larger birds, a possum woodchuck. It was not funny. The final two gifts, we're legs From either horses or cows, big and bloody one was skinned. Holy Shit! The second to the last day the dog left me. I could hear in the woods howling on a trail following a set. I looked for her in every way I could came up in the following weeks, but to no avail. She left As she came, I moved back to the Maryland suburbs of D. C. Got an apartment with a friend, got a job and moved on with my life. one day, not long after I picked up the Washington post and there was an article about recent encounters with the Sykesville monster. It described a tall Yeti like creature for covered on two legs that would pick out a family or person and give them attention. I wasn't the only one that attention described in the article was exactly what had happened to me following you at night, looking inside the house, gifts and so on. I was shocked if I had turned on that spotlight and seen a Bigfoot or yeti, I might still be running. But I think I know who it was. Sykesville Maryland was the location of the Springfield Hospital Center, a large state psychiatric hospital. It was 20 miles or so east of Frederick. Back then. Many folks knew how to live in the woods. They grew up that way. Country folks, I think the monster was an escaped patient. We're just a free schizophrenic who lived outside. This is like all the homeless you see in cities now, probably off his meds, but somehow functional and lonely. He would pick people or families to adopt the camps in the woods, could have been him, nothing to do. He would make mischief. I think you liked me. But since I was leaving, I can't prove any of this. It's just my theory, my monster. It was very much for that time and place, and his behavior was what I noticed in nearly every case, then I do not think he could have survived until the 1980s deinstitutionalization of mental hospitals through the mentally ill, out into the streets and took away the shelter of hospitals unprotected the mentally ill, die
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