A Pennsylvania resident takes their dogs outside in the yard when they notice a deer. Trying to move the deer along the resident yells at it. The deer completely ignores him. It doesn't phase it.
I received the following account:
"I’m just looking for others who have had similar experiences. I live in West Central Pennsylvania (Butler County) on a dirt road in the middle of the woods, so I’m well accustomed to deer and their behavior.
At the time of writing this, I’ve just come in from taking my two dogs out about 30 minutes ago and then taking time to compose myself to write this. As stated earlier, I live in the woods, so there are naturally a lot of predators that I don’t want to get my dogs, so I only take them outside to do their business or go for a walk on a leash for safety reasons.
The whole time we were outside, the Chihuahua was barking, which isn’t unusual for him because he’s more prone to random outbursts of yapping. The Pomeranian usually only barks when we have guests or when he wants something; he never barks at deer or things outside when I take them out. I thought nothing of it and kept walking them around our yard like I usually do. However, as I was walking past the small patch of barren ground that used to be my dad’s garden, I spotted a deer. Again, I thought nothing of it and shouted “GET OUT” at it so it would go away and stop sending my Chihuahua into a barking fit. It didn’t budge at all. I got closer, and my Pomeranian started barking. I thought it was a little weird, but maybe he just had some pent-up energy or this specific deer smelled particularly interesting or tasty to him. I thought the dogs’ barking would run the deer off, but that didn’t work either. Again, I didn’t think it was anything out of the ordinary; maybe this doe was just really stupid and/or deaf. So I shouted again, “GO ON, GET!” Again, nothing.
And that’s when I noticed it. Its neck looked kind of weird? I don’t know how to describe it. Its neck just looked really muscular and long, disproportionally so to the rest of its body. Now, I’m no stranger to cryptids and whatnot; I’m actually really into this kind of stuff, I just didn’t think there was any merit to most of it until now.
So, with that little nagging feeling in the back of my head, I become more determined to chase this thing off, be it a cryptid or an exceptionally stupid, stubborn deer. I start stomping my feet, flailing my arms, and screaming and carrying on. Still, the deer had no reaction. Not even a little step back. It just raised its neck up at me and looked me right in the eyes. I felt a chill go down my spine. I’m sure all of you know that look I’m talking about, the one you always hear about 'Not Deer' having, that weird, eerie look of intelligence absent from normal deer, and that off-putting, impossible stillness.
I stepped closer, and amped up my screams; I was screaming at the top of my lungs at that point, and I was honestly half hoping my mother would come out of the house and ask me what was I doing just so I wouldn’t be alone with this thing. It stepped back, but only enough to cover itself in the shadows just outside of the reach of the porch lights, so I couldn’t see its head and neck but could still see part of its body in the light. I had the light from my phone’s flashlight on the whole time, but the light from the porch lights had been shining enough that there wasn’t any glare in the deer’s eyes. But when it stepped into the shadows, its eyes reflected yellow. Now, to anyone unfamiliar with deer, that might seem perfectly normal, but anyone who knows how animal eyes work would know that’s not the color a deer’s eyes are supposed to reflect; they normally reflect a whitish color. I’m not actually certain about that fact, so I disregarded it at the moment.
I was getting frustrated and desperate to get rid of it at this point, so I pulled up the YouTube app on my phone and searched for predator sounds in the hopes that would finally deter it. Unfortunately for me, my phone ran out of power before I could even hit play on the coyote sounds. The deer stared me down in the awkward silence for a few moments, then stood up on its hind legs and walked off into the woods like a badly coordinated marionette learning to walk in heels for the first time.
My dogs both calmed down and after I made sure it was actually gone, I booked it inside. I told my mom immediately, and she just brushed it off.
I still don’t know what to think of it, but I do know I’m not going outside after the sun sets ever again in case that thing comes back. I just can’t fully accept that it was a cryptid. Chronic wasting disease is a thing in my area, so maybe that could explain it? Maybe it really was deaf, or partially blind, or something, and that’s why it didn’t react to me?" S
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