The Window Walker

©Dragonfly Hill

The following is a report sent to me by a woman in British Columbia.  The dialogue started with a simple question, but soon turned into much more.

"Have you ever had any sightings around Williams Lake B.C. at or near an old fisheries site?" she wrote not too long ago.  "Any sightings around Kid Valley on the N. Fork of the Toutle River, a little N. of Mt St Helens?"  Her questions were so specific, I knew without reading farther that she had either seen or heard something, and she wanted validation that she was not crazy or imagining things.   "Do their eyes glow red--really red, like glowing embers?"

The woman, (I'll call her Lee to protect her privacy), needed to share this frightening experience with someone who would not think that she was light in the loafers.  This is how most of the reports come to me.  

It is a simple need to be heard and not ridiculed. It is the need to lighten a load that has weighed heavily on her shoulders since the incident.  It is my job to listen and to glean as much information from her as I can.  So, I asked her questions, drawing out long forgotten details.

The woman wrote in response to my questions: 

You can drive to both locations. At Williams Lake: In the middle of the night something very big  walked up to and around the tent. Would take two steps, stop and take two more steps--Seven children and two adults crammed in that tent. 

I was up against the side towards the lake. It put a foot down  maybe five inches from my ear with just tent canvas in between. Ground was very hard with a thin coating of very small rocks--
that foot was BIG! I don't think even a Grizzly gets that big. Sole of foot was  soft padded like a bear though. 

In a subsequent e-mail message she again went into even more detail trying to answer my probing questions.

She Wrote: more details about the camping trip incident 

 I looked on a British Columbia map. We had driven to Williams Lake and turned east to Horsefly Lake where we camped at what looked like an old fishery site. When I woke in the middle of the night I heard a twig snap and that's what started me listening. Other than footsteps I heard nothing, no breathing, bushes moving etc. And No smell. 

It slowly stalked our tent.  I never want to feel that kind of fear again.     

I urged her for more details  This lady had experienced not just that one camping incident, but a string of nightly visits by something she calls the Window Walker, in a location no where near the camp site.  

Kid Valley, WA:  

Very hot summer. Had all window and all but front door open. Had gone to bed just before 2am. Something big on two legs walked up
to louvered open window right above my head, stood there a bit ,walked around the side of the house and stopped for a bit at the other bedroom window, and walked off. As it walked around the corner of the house it had brushed up against cardboard boxes stacked on top of a garbage can. 

I could hear hair brush the boxes. I'm making a very long summer  short here! This, whatever, came back at 2am Every night.  You could set your clock by him. Set clocks back in fall, it was then 3am that it would show up.

The only thing I ever saw associated with this thing was two fire ball-like eyes . This was at the mail box, eyes were about 4-5 ft above mailbox.      ( I'm making these accounts very short)          

My brother was at his cabin next door to my house and was in the bathroom trying to get something out of his  eye (had been cutting wood all day). This was 2-3 am when something very big walked from the back of the house, down the cement walkway, stopped at the bathroom window for awhile and walked on. He said the sound it made walking was like a very big person wearing
waders--fisherman boots. My brother never kidded me again about my night time visitor.                             

 Met a lady that lived at my bothers location in the 40"s Same type of things happened to them. I led into her response by asking if they'd ever had anything unusual happen.

The Toutle
River experience, where I lived, was totally different (than the camping trip). Whatever it was walked up stopped at each window and went on. No sneaky about it. 

You're probably going to ask me why I didn't jump up and look out the window? No way! I didn't move I didn't breath, I just wanted it to go away. By the way--never a smell--and this nightly for several months.  I finally turned the radio on when I went to bed so I didn't hear it anymore.  Not once did my eight kenneled Rotts (dogs), Bark!!!   The only night they went crazy is the night of the eyes above the mailbox.

Again I asked even more questions.

Lee wrote:
                                                                            
I will answer a few of your questions at a time. 

Shadows-- I did not look. We're talking first class coward here. I was alone. My brother's house, next door,  is a four bedroom.  He says "cabin".  I say "house", and was only occupied on some weekends. My husband worked nights at the sediment retention dam. He came home at midnight to eat, left around 1AM  and Id go to bed about 2AM because I had to get up and go to work at 5:30am. 

I could walk because it was  a trailer on a piece of property that was on the other side of my brother's place. On my way back I'd stop and open the gift shop  behind my brother's place. When someone else showed up for work, I'd drive four miles up the
road to work at the second gift shop. A lot of times I'd walk the four miles. 

I walked A LOT--trails, logging roads-- all over--a five to seven mile radius---took a Rott (dog), with me. I Fished a lot alone, but that was out from my house across a road, then across a mud flow to the river. ( I never looked, so never noticed any tracks on soft ash banks of the river.)

What may have started visits?  Could have been going on ALL the time but didn't notice until it, (weather), turned very warm. I opened all the windows and doors the except my front door. My husband's long travel trailer was parked  behind the house--maybe 20 feet between the house and the trailer. 

"The Walker" would come from the other end of the house and walk between the house and trailer.. It was a deliberate walk but  not hurried. From the time I heard the footsteps start he made it to the window quickly. 

What am I trying to say--- It didn't take many footsteps to get all the way across the back of the house and up to the window. The dogs view would have been blocked-- until maybe my window --would have been in full view of the dogs once past and going towards road, (front of house).  

I might ad that Rotts, (dogs) are NOT warm weather dogs. They lay low, not moving much, on warm days.  In the evening, as it cools off, they get active, and mess around and then go to sleep.  But
you would think night after night, for several months, that ONE of them would have been up for a pee or drink of water and seen something! 

Back to what could have started this. 

Up on the hill behind both house I
had ten pais of Silver Fox--- I KNOW what musky smells like!!  I would take care of the fox every day. Three were running loose and I'd fox call them in --- short quick "who who who who who". 

I might ad that at no time were the cages ever messed with or the dog food feeders ever tore up. Nor were the MANY garbage cans at my house and gift shop ever messed with. Just a "Walker" that peered in windows.                   

 I was made fun of every day. My brother's partner, Blair--first words out of his mouth every time I saw him was, "Well did your boyfriend come calling last night?" or something to that effect.  As soon as my brother got the hell scared out of him when the walker came up to his bathroom window,  it was a whole different story.! 

Everyday the first thing out of Blair's mouth after that was, "Boy, if I had all those big mean dogs I'd chain a bunch of them around the yard to keep it away from the house. After five or six weeks of him harping,  I chained two nine month old pups out back to the far side where I figured he was coming down off the hill. ( I wasn't about to put any of my German imports out there). 

The first night, (after she put them out there), both pups at 2AM  came up like roaring lions, hit the end of their chains and went crazy.  Next night, same thing and then each night less and less intensity until at 2AM I'd just hear them get up, trot around, and low growls.  I assumed "the Walker"  was now detouring around the dogs and house. I then just played the radio when I went to bed so I couldn't hear .
                                             
Again I urged her for as much detail as she could remember.

Lee shared more details about "The Mailbox Incident"

The helicopter pilot called me and said that he was going to work that day at Randal, pack up, and drive over-- said not to get concerned if I heard someone was over at my brother's in the wee hours of the morning. 

I woke up to the dogs going crazy, and All I could think of was a very tired pilot trying to go to sleep  with all those dogs, 30 feet away, barking like crazy.  

I jumped up, grabbed a flashlight, and ran out the front door.
Usually all I had to do was go to the corner of the house and  scream, "QUIET," and they would. Not this time.  I walked out about ten feet  yelled again,  walked another ten feet,  and again, until I was right in front of the kennels , (about 30 feet from the house). They still wouldn't be quiet. 

With the very weak beam from the flashlight,  I could see what direction all of them were facing and barking--about where I figured my brothers mail box should be. 

Between the houses, my brother had planted several fir trees, tall enough
that I knew I couldn't see the box from there. (The dogs may have been able to see under them or watched it walk down the road. )  I walked out in my yard towards the road and shown the flashlight's very weak beam to were I thought the box should be.  It took awhile, but finally I picked up the box, only because it was silver. 

For whatever reason, (I'll NEVER know).  I raised the flashlight 4-5 ft above the box. Two fire ball eyes were looking straight at me--NOTHING else. I felt it was my move, so I took a deep
breath to yell in a deep, gruff voice,  "shoo!  Get out of here! Scram."  It, (her voice), came out in a high pitch squeak.  The eyes didn't move. I Needed to do more than that--tried again.  It came out like I wanted it to finally,  and blip... no eyes. 

I started for the house and it struck me maybe it didn't go away but it coming after me! Zoom!! I almost went through the screen door going in the house. Once in the house I'm  amazed that I went out there. The only thought at that time was my dogs were bothering the pilot. The window peeper didn't even enter my mind. 

I NEVER went outside after dark unless someone was with me after that. The pilot didn't get there until late morning, so I was out there all by my lonesome, 30 ft. away from God knows what and the closest  house with people in it was a mile away.
That's a dumb person not a brave person!!!!
                            Lee

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