What Did I Witness?
For reference my cousin "Lev" or Levitt (17 M) and I (16 M) were in a John Deere 5075EN that my great uncle Neil had modified with a "back-to-back" style buddy seat. We were out at feild four at about 23:00 hours on our fourth pass with the TM14 Disc Harrow heading in a general southeast direction and just about finished with the feild. We stopped after Lev heard a thump or a crack sound from behind. Fearing we chipped the brand new disc harrow we both hopped out to take a look. That's when we saw it.
An older fellow (60-75? M) wearing a dirty torn up pair of jean blue overalls and what was left of a singed red long sleeve flannel stumbled out from the tree line about 20-30 yards left of the left side of the tractor illuminated by the moonlight. He was covered in several deep cuts, had black decayed like eyes and his neck was cut almost all the way through. Almost as if he was run over by a disc harrow. I saw him first before grabbing Lev's shoulder who was knelt next to the disc harrow, checking for damage without taking my eye off of the older gentleman. He stopped about five yards from us and said in a southern draw:
"You boys ought to call it a night before it gets too dark you's look too tired to be out in this here field."
To which I responded:
"Yes sir, you have a good night now"
The man walked away with a breathy laugh like grandpa's do excpet his sounded like air was escaping through the gash in the side of his neck.