User talk:Sawyerstoy

I am from amherstburg Ontario and i was just recently riding my dirtbike out in the countryside...Me and my friend were both riding on a home made jump track..While there, my chain had fallen off wich could not be fixed without the proper tools..There i had to put my bike in neutral and walk it home... it was a good 2 hour walk and i had no water and i was dehydrated.. I had to walk my bike in the middle of the train tracks umtil i reached a certain point where i could cut through a path and get to the road.

Earlier that month, my sisters friend whos name can not be identified for personnal security reasons had told my sister a story of how him and his friends would always head down the train tracks to a large enclosed junkyard where it has been said that there was a man living in a shack made by garage doors inside the enclosed area. Him and his friends who also cannot not be identified had always wanted to explore the inside of that area..One friend had attempted to break a hole through the wall to see the inside. I had though why not just hop over the wall..but by personal experience i found that the top of the walls have nails stuck goin outwards wich makes it very difficult to climb.Also on all the trees sorounding the are had been coverd in tar.. wich supposively makes it extremely difficult to climb. The pack of friends noticed that it was extremely secured. Wich made them think that who or whatever was in there did not want anyone getting in or out.

So when i was walking my bike, i had passed the walls but thought nothign of it.I just hoped that my sisters friends were just making it all up. when i had reached the last bridge of the train tracks i had heard a noise..Extremely tired and dehydrated I stopped pucshign and turned around. I saw a man standing straight int he middle of the tracks wearing a blue shirt. I had screamed ''HELLO! CAN YOU HELP ME!!'' but the man just stood there then slowly walked into the high grass. At that moment it felt like my heart had stopped. I then started to puch harder and harder because I wanted to get to that road. I had stopped for a break once again I truned back around and i saw the same man lying in the high grass just watching intentively. I had screamed again but once again he layed there for a moment or two then drited bacck into the high grass. I had thought to myself.. What is going on. I was afraid that somethign would happen to me. I've heard rumors that he had chased a kid with a pitch fork or a farm tool of some sort. I started to run with my bike not caring where i was and how much my arms had hurt. In this time i was not covering alot of ground. I am on the more scrony side and i could not get my bike over the rail road ties with ease. I had turned around once again now not in the yelling distance. The man was once again standing in the middle of the tracks. I did not sit there that time..I flat out ran with my bike for about a short 40 seconds i made a small head turn and saw the man leave his stance and go back into the enclosed junkyard closing the door behind him.

After that i had got to the road coughing and barely able to breath from dehydration a car pulled up and two very kind mean helped me outto get home and now iI am fine. But I just wanted everyone to know what happedn at that place and I advise no one to go near it unless you have pertection. The man is not right.