This story goes back to the year 2000. My best friend and I went to go fishing on that Port Mansfield Pier. Being that it’s a no charge entrance, we decided to pay it a visit. So at 5:00pm we were on our way through that deserted highway 186. Since it was still daylight, everything was normal. We fished the whole afternoon, enjoying a different atmosphere and a nice view, inhaling the fresh breeze of the sea.
Nightfall came around and we continued fishing through the night. 3:00am came around and we decided to call it a night and packed our fishing gear in the trunk of the car. So off we went back home. By 4:00am, driving through that lonely road, we came that bend on the road on Highway 186. We were doing like 80 miles per hour, trying to get home to McAllen to avoid the early morning traffic on Highway 281. So out of the corner of my friend’s Guillermo’s eye, a big silhouette popped out of the woods on the side of the road like 10 feet ahead of us.
This story is about my father and his encounter with a flying being / humanoid in the South Texas county of Hidalgo. He worked for the sheriff’s department for a number of years.
My father has investigated over 14 homicides, he has had his fair share of experience and has “been around” as they say. Anyway, this is the story he would tell my family and I, told from my father’s POV :
“A late December night.. while driving down the old Military highway after being called by a citizen saying his chickens had been being slaughtered more and more every day, I couldn’t help but notice how dark La Lomita looked as I pulled closer and closer to the old asylum, near where the man lived who called to make a report.
As I arrived and got down from my unit, the man tells me he has heard weird sounding noises throughout the night and he wakes up to tools missing and his chickens being killed and eaten, with nothing but heads and feathers being left behind.