Back in the summer of 1976, I spent some time with some relatives of mine who (at the time) lived in Mt. Prospect. I had been there numerous times before and several after. I always enjoyed my visits to Mt. Prospect since it offered a much more rural experience than my suburban upbringing. And, prior to this incident, I had NEVER heard of Old Amon or Moloch Manor.

On this occasion, I was about eight-years-old, as was my cousin Terry. We were off on one of our "adventures," crossing various farms and cornfields, pretending to be hunting monsters.

As dusk began setting in, our childish bravado intensified, and we moved even more quickly among the corn crop. Eventually, we exited from a row of cornstalks and both Terry and I saw Moloch Manor. It was at a good distance, but looked quite creepy on a hilltop.

We both just stood there for a minute looking at it. And just as I was about to say that we should go check it out, some of the cornstalks around us began shaking. And I mean really SHAKING.

It scared both of us pretty good, and bravado be damned, we ran like hell! But the thing that scared me the most, was that right as we turned to run, I swear I saw a man, in all black, standing among the shaking cornstalks.

I only saw him for a second, but I can still remember how thin he was and that his mouth scared me. I don't remember why or what about his mouth frightened me, but it did.

Needless to say, we made it home fine, told our story to my Aunt and Uncle, and never ventured out there again. But Old Amon, if that's who it was, left me a believer in the supernatural.