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Solomon was someone I interviewed back in 2003—when he was in his mid-80s—about a startling encounter he had with a shape-shifting creature no fewer than seven decades earlier, when he was just a young teenager. The location was a dense area of woodland in Orange, Texas. It was a normal Sunday morning when Solomon and several friends were exploring the woods and having a good time. After a couple of hours of scouting around, they found a place to sit and heartily tucked into the lunches they had brought with them.

All was good until one of the group experienced that eerie sensation we all get from time to time: namely, that of being watched. And watched very closely. Then, the rest of the group experienced it too. Almost in unison they looked across the small stream that was before them, only to see nothing less than a large, wolf-like head peering directly at them, and from within the dense foliage.

When the creature realized it had been seen, however, it suddenly broke through the undergrowth and paced along the water’s edge in a disturbing, prowling fashion. All four boys wondered if they were being sized up for lunch. As the beast made its presence fully known, the friends were shocked to see that although it resembled a wolf, the monster-thing was around ten feet in length and had a huge, muscular body—far beyond that of any normal wolf. On several occasions the monster stopped and stared at the boys, growling at them in a dark and deep, low and guttural fashion. Not surprisingly, the friends were too frightened to move. Then, suddenly, something very strange happened.

It was suddenly surrounded by an eerie, green fog, at which point the monster changed its stance: its hind legs noticeably morphed.…

The massive wolf-creature suddenly sat down and “started to shake,” as Solomon worded it. Even more amazing, it was suddenly surrounded by an eerie, green fog, at which point the monster changed its stance: its hind legs noticeably morphed, to the point where it was able to rear up onto those same hind legs and loom over the now near-hysterical boys at a height of around ten feet. As for its front limbs, they took on distinctly human-looking form, albeit covered in thick hair. For a few moments the man-beast snapped and snarled at the group, still from the other side of the stream, after which it suddenly turned and vanished into the woods—never to be seen again.

It was the one and only paranormal experience in Solomon’s life—and he was very happy to keep it that way, too.