Andrew Matson was just walking in the dark in a park when…

After twenty paces—BANG! It felt like the back of my head had been punched with scissors.

I looked for a branch that could have thwacked me. Or a teenager with a pellet gun? Or a ghost?

"Hey, is anyone in here?" I said weakly.

No response.

So I started walking again. Twenty more paces and then BANG!—straight to the back of my head, the same punch/snip. I took off running. It was something in the air, something overhead, something flying. I instinctively knew I would not be able to outrun it, so I needed to protect my head somehow while getting the hell out of the park. I had a reusable shopping bag with me, so I waved it over my head as I ran. Are you picturing this? Me, terrified out of my skull, running through the dark, waving a bag over my head…

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