Moonlit Night

When I was younger, between the age of 6 and 8, I experienced something that would change my life forever. My family lived in Northern Indiana and the time of year was winter (early 1980's). Sometime during the night of this event, a heavy snow fell at a steady pace that was common in those days. I remember sleeping in my parents bed and being woke up by the neighbor knocking on our front door. My Father got up and went to answer the door and I followed. I heard our neighbor say that his horses were acting strange in the back fields and that they had been riled up by something and were kicking at the fence so hard that he was afraid they would get loose. My Father got his boots and coat on and went to help him since this was country life and the closest help was several miles away.

I don't know why I put my shoes on and went outside, maybe I was just a young boy wanting to help his Father, but something compelled me to go out in this cold weather. I remember walking behind the house and looking down the fence line that separated our field from the neighbors and seeing the dark shapes of horses that appeared very agitated and making noise as if they were afraid of something. The moon was peeking out this night, enough to reflect off the snow that had already hit the ground. As I looked down the fence line, three shapes caught my eye. I saw three Native American males running away from where the horses were in the field. The three male shapes appeared as if a candle was being held up behind wax paper, enough for me to clearly see about 100 yards away. I could see one of the males to have a traditional head dress on and the other two to have leather pants and moccasins.

I must have watched them for about 10 minutes before my juvenile brain registered that what I was seeing was not a common sight because I bolted inside the house. I told my parents what I saw after the horses were calmed down and to this day I can easily recall it from my memory. My parents still remember me telling them that night as well.

I rarely tell anyone about this because I can never find anyone else with a similar story until I saw this website (where I can remain anonymous). After some research as an adult, I found pictures of Potawatomi tribes that once lived in that region that had similar style of dress compared to what I saw.

I have never seen anything like that again and I am not curious into seeing any more because that one time was enough for a lifetime. Thank you for sharing in my experience, GOD bless.