Alien encounter part 2

Sorry it has taken so long to write this next part. Firstly, because it terrifies me, and secondly, because I wasn't too sure I was allowed say anything. But, under the freedom of information act, I am allowed to divulge certain aspects of this ongoing case, and of course some personal experiences.

The end of my previous post, I was about to cross the railroad bridge at night to see if I could locate the meteorite in a field about a quarter mile away. Crossing the railroad bridge always took me a long time. I was afraid of heights, and my foot was small enough to easily fit through the cracks of the railroad ties, but at the same time, I had to hurry, in case a train showed up. There was a dock about halfway, but that thing was held together by a rusty nail, but about 7 or 8 minutes later I managed to make to the other side of the creek. On each side of the tracks was a steep bank, maybe a 10 foot drop. On one side, were bushes that opened up to a hay field, and on the other side was pure bushes and trees. It was easy to look out over the field and see the path of the creek, but were I needed to go was the other side, and that was dark, hard to see. It looked like the meteorite might have landed at Bear point, a field not too far through the bushes that opened up to the bank of the river. To get to the field, I has to walk down quite a ways to a trail through the brush.

So I started walking down the train tracks and it was eerie enough being out there alone at night, but when the coyotes stopped howling, I froze. Something had their attention and I thought it was me. I was standing wide out in the open and thought I could hide from the coyotes in the bushes, so I made my way down the bank and huddled under a bush for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes. I was on the Bear Point side of the tracks and figure that if the coyotes started howling again, then everything would be ok, but things got worse. Off in the distance, I heard movement, sticks breaking, and it sounded big. I thought oh crap, it's a bear, no wait it could be the horses, but horses have a certain kind of walk, it definitely was not the horses, and it was even more creepy. It moved with a kind of intelligence. The same kind of style where you know it's a person walking vs some animal. It would move and stop, move and stop, as if it were looking for something in the night. After my panic wore off a little, I thought maybe it could be someone camping on the river bank in search of firewood. Well, now I had to find out. What ever it was, it was walking right through the bushes, there were no good trails were I was, so I had to go down a ways to get around. This took me a while because I couldn't go back up the bank to the tracks or all the rocks would have drawn attention, but I finally made it to a trail through the brush. I started making my way to the noise, it was not very easy to see at this point. The closer I got to it, the slower I moved, I definitely did not want what ever it was to know I was there. Finally, I could make out some branches moving. I was watching it for a minute, and all the sudden, what ever it was swished by me super fast. I looked like a person, but not a person. I was so scarred at this point, that I couldn't even move. Then something hit me on the shoulder and it burned. Then I started walking towards where this thing ran, I didn't want to go there, but my body just did it. My body just kept walking and all I wanted to do was run home, but I could not. I walked right through a patch of nettles and got all stung up. I was in so much pain and felt like I was falling. Then I woke up to the heat of the day, out in the hay field next to my grandpa's tracker. I didn't know it at the time, but I was tagged.

I'll tell you more later, this is as much as I can stand to relive right now.