Today has been wild to say the least.

8am: On my way home this morning, as I turned onto our gravel drive, I thought about what my daughter and I had saw.

So I decided to drive slowly and adjust my eyes to look beyond the tree line. If you know woods, things all sort of blend in and look the same on the surface, especially in dense brush.

I count the poles until I reach pole #4. If you recall in Skinwalker, that’s where I put on my high beams, and around pole #5 is where I saw the animal/creature crossing the road a few weeks before.

Just around pole 5, I see what my brain thinks is a small storage shed of some kind. And for a split second think “a shed has blown down into the canal ditch from somewhere.”

Then I saw a gas can, a shopping cart, a cook stove, and at this point I’m realizing someone has set up camp there. In the exact location I saw the crossing.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Or what I would walk up on. I wasn’t armed and not sure exactly what I was dealing with here.

I stopped and reversed the car just enough that I wasn’t parked directly in front of the camp.

I opened the car door and yelled out to whoever might be in there. No response but I could hear movement and shaking of the tent.

Then I saw meat hanging from a tree. But not meat for curing, or to keep it from wildlife. Just some sort of weird ass raw meat in a tree.

So, I called emergency services and asked them to send out an officer for a welfare check on what might be a homeless camp on my property.

Calling the police on the homeless feels all sorts of wrong for me, but something felt off.

An officer came and made contact with someone inside the tent. He asked the person to come out and they complied.

A man stepped out of the tent, gave his name and date of birth and State he was from.

He was cooperative and the officer offered him homeless assistance. The man refused and said he would remove his makeshift camp and move on.

He looked distraught and at the end of a very short rope. I asked the officer if I could speak to the man and the officer walked me to the wood line.

I introduced myself and told him I was the landowner. I told him he could use the day to take his time and collect his things, and told the officer I didn’t want to pursue any trespassing charges, but that he had to be on his way by sunup tomorrow morning.

As he came up out of the ditch to shake my hand, I realized how emancipated he was. My eyes darted around his camp and I couldn’t make sense of why he clearly was starving but had raw chicken hanging in the trees.

The officer reiterated the terms of our agreement and the man said he understood.

Around this time dispatch comes through with an identity check on the man.

Over the radio the woman says “I’ve got a match, Joseph Smith, DOB 8/9/1989, Poplar Bluff MO. It’s odd because there is no issue date or expiration date in the system for his ID. His record is clean, no criminal background, no active warrants.”

9:30am I thank the officer for coming out. At this time the man is just walking around in circles on the ridge above the canal ditch. The officer leaves and so do I.

I went up the street, got some food, and brought it back to the man.

I speak to Joseph briefly. I ask him how long he’s been out here on the ridge and he tells me he’s been here “a month give or take.”

Then he tells me “cops came before to remove me from the woods behind the University, but they vanished into thin air before they reached me.” He also mentions something about “the lights in the sky.”

Then he tells me “you know they watch us right? That’s what the meat is for.”

And that’s my cue to make my space and let this man finish on up with his business. I tell him I’ve got to get to work, wish him well, and he thanks me for the food.

2pm: I’m coming back home and turn down the gravel drive. Hoping the ditch man is gone, I decide to record the trip down the road. Counting the poles for good measure.

3pm: I decided to walk the wood line and go back to Joseph’s camp.

That’s when I realize just how short of a distance Joseph had been living from my house on the ditch ridge. About 300ft from the edge of my yard.

Once back home I sat down at my laptop to Google Joseph. But there’s nothing.

I honestly don’t know what to make of all this. But it definitely gets added to the list of weird shit.

‘Coincidence’ is something I learned a long time ago to pay attention to.

I saw the ‘Skinwalker’ two weeks ago, and never spoke of it. My daughter sees it just a few days ago. And now, in the same exact spot, Joseph Smith with no ID and no issue or expiration date, has been living there for over a month.

The vibe with Jospeh was entirely off. His energy felt very dark and very lonely.

But karma, for me, is very real and feeding him was the least I could do for a man that, for lack of better words, seemed so very lost.

It has me on edge and I find myself checking the windows and the doors and the thought has crossed my mind…was it Joseph that blew in with the fog?