Something like this happened to my granddad once...*stalls while he thinks up a story* he was in France during the war. France, Ohio working on the railroad. It was about 2 a.m. and granddad had been at work for 16 hours laying down track and inspecting beams. As he and his crew were finishing up a section of the track he looked into the distance toward a shack with a junction and he couldn't believe what he saw. A tall figure with two burning red eyes looking right at him. The figure was carrying a lantern glowing and pulsing a deep blue. Granddad stood there in silence as he heard a whisper in his ear, calling to him to come closer. He started to walk towards the figure, almost zombie like, his brain hypnotized, his body moving as if under some spell. As he got closer the tall figure seemed to get more distant as if he was moving away from it. Finally the bewitchment was gone and Granddad was standing next to the shack. He peered into the dusty window of the old, dilapidated hovel and saw a child's toy. He opened up the door, took two steps inside and stepped on a rusty nail. It later got infected and he lost four toes but they saved the final toe. Weird...yea but at least he kept the pinkie toe.
Moral of the story.....Always watch where you are walking and don't listen to strangers.
How much longer till spring?