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The original was posted on /r/highstrangeness by /u/SkepticlBeliever on 2025-06-29 09:53:28+00:00.

I was outside with my dog, Dani, before I fed her this evening. Around 9 pm. We’re staying at an RV Park in the desert of AZ. There’s an empty field to the north of the park.

Over the last couple years, I’ve been hearing this weird like… Whirring sound out in the desert that’s kind of hard to place. It sounds synthetic, not like something an animal or insect would make. It moves around so it’s not a generator. It’s also followed me between different campgrounds, almost like a hitchhiker.

As I’m sitting outside waiting on my dog to finish, that fucking whirring noise started up, off in the distance… It sounded like it was coming from that empty field to the north.

I was immediately uneasy. It was the first time I’ve heard it outside of a campground around town, first time I’ve heard it in town. I hadn’t heard it in weeks. As soon as I did, I felt like… “It found me 😬”. I was more right than I thought…

It stopped after 5-10 minutes. I brought Dani back in to feed her, then decided to take her for a walk. Leaving the park we take a left down to the corner, then turn left again. That street we turned onto is running along the back side of that field that sound was coming from, and it’s about a quarter mile from the camper. Not much moonlight so the flashlight is providing most of our light. The field is on the left; there’s just empty desert to our right.

There’s another street about a half mile down. We’re maybe a third of the way down to it when Dani stops dead in her tracks. She turns to face the left side of the road with her ears up, facing that field, so I point the flashlight in that direction expecting to see a coyote or wildcat… Walking out of the bushes next to the road is what at first looks like a man stumbling up to the road on two feet. Almost like he was drunk. I almost immediately noticed something was off.

That’s not a man…

It has no clothes, no shoes… And no fucking head. And it’s still stumbling forward, swaying it’s arms in a strange way. Almost like watching someone trying to walk through deep snow and maintain their balance. It’s skin looks… DEEP brown, and shiny. Almost like it had been rotisseried, but with dark patches like it had burned a little… Which is fucking fitting, because even though it had human like legs and arms, it’s torso looked closer to a fucking chicken’s or turkey’s, but upside down. Not an exact description, but it’s the closest one I have. I honestly had trouble processing what the fuck I was seeing, so my description might be off.

Mid stride it puts one leg forward, awkwardly, then bends over the waist 90 degrees, arms spread out in a theater like bow. Probably about 15-20 feet away. And somehow completely silent the whole time. I didn’t hear it stepping on the ground. I didn’t hear the bushes it seems to have brushed against. Audibly, it might as well have not been there. Beyond looking at it, I don’t remember my dog making a sound, either.

I immediately started screaming. Involuntarily, and at the top of my lungs. The screams were out before I even knew I was going to. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!”

The thing doesn’t turn towards me. It doesn’t even flinch. It remains frozen in place. I turn and start sprinting down the street, still screaming at the top of my lungs, uncontrollably. Turning back with the flashlight every few steps just to make sure it wasn’t following me. I lost sight of it, but still kept looking back the whole way down the street. I didn’t stop running until I got to the next intersection. That’s about where I able to stop screaming, too. I’ve never in my life been terrified to the point I started screaming uncontrollably. This whole experience was completely outside my frame of reference. I lost control.

No was in hell was I going back past it, so we had to go the long way around. Anxiety is at an 11 the whole way back. Constantly checking in all directions with the flashlight just to make sure that bullshit, whatever the fuck it actually was, didn’t sneak up on me. We had to walk along two more streets just to get back to the trailer… Longest walk of my life.

SO… I have no idea what in the ACTUAL FUCK to do with that. AT ALL. It seems like it came out from roughly where I heard that whirring noise coming from. It definitely came from the same fucking field. Like it came out to fucking MEET me and introduce itself. Like THAT’S what it was bowing for. It’s fucked. It’s FUCKED and I’m terrified by the possibilities that suggests… But Dani saw it first… I really wish she hadn’t. Would’ve been easy as fuck to write off as a hallucination otherwise.

It got even weirder, though. By the time I hit the next street after I started running, which didn’t take long, my fucking flashlight had turned pink. The beam has turned fucking PINK. It’s normally white. I assumed I had fucked it up or something while running, said fuck it and kept walking quickly. I started noticing pink street lights on the way back, too. Didn’t give it much thought, was too busy keeping an eye out to process it…

Got back to the street the RV park is on and turned left. That’s when I noticed the fucking moon… It was fucking pink, too. Every light source I could see… was fucking pink. I started TWEAKING. First and only thought was I had been abducted and wasn’t really experiencing what I thought I was. Simulation or screen memory and they fucked up the settings.

Got all the way back to the camper, got inside, and called one of my friends over signal. And it kept fucking up, no matter who called who. There was no audio, for either of us, even though the calls were going through. Anxiety fucking peaked higher than it’s ever been in my life.

“Oh fuck. None of this is real. I’m cut off from the world. NONE OF THIS IS REAL!!!”

Every light was STILL pink, too. Even inside my trailer… It was surreal. Sent my friend my phone number and had her call directly. When the phone rang and I picked up, and she was there, I fucking lost it. Completely. Started bawling. I’ve never in my life felt such RELIEF to hear someone else’s voice.

REALLY fucking wish I hadn’t seen that. Even if it’s not what has been making that sound, there’s no way in hell I won’t be associating it with the sound now. Def feels connected, though. It came from the same fucking field.

Worth pointing out, we left the camper around 9. Didn’t get back to it until around 10:15… The path we took is usually a 30 minute walk at most. So I might be missing about 45 minutes or so… Not a fan.