Dover Demon - The Big‑Headed Creature with Glowing Orange Eyes Watching from the Stone Wall
That night, I was driving two friends along Farm Street in Dover.
It was a little past 10 p.m.
The road was quiet, and there were almost no cars.
During the day, the area was just a normal suburb—
lots of trees, scattered houses, and an old stone wall running along the roadside.
But at night, it felt different.
Only what the headlights touched was visible.
Everything else was pitch black.
I was driving,
one friend was fiddling with the radio,
and the friend in the backseat was half‑lying down.
Then I saw something on the stone wall to the right.
At first, I thought it was a dog.
Or maybe a fox—
there were wild animals around.
But as the car got closer,
I realized it wasn’t an animal.
Its body was small.
About the size of a four‑year‑old child.
But its head was far too big.
Round and elongated, like a watermelon.
Its body was thin,
and its arms and legs were unnaturally slender.
It crouched on top of the stone wall.
Its fingers were long—
gripping between the stones like human hands,
but too thin, too stretched.
There was no visible nose or mouth.
Only eyes.
Glowing orange eyes.
Not reflecting the headlights like a cat’s—
but glowing from within.
I hit the brakes.
My friend in the passenger seat cursed.
“What the he