Somewhere in the forests of North America, people are still
reporting encounters with something massive moving through
the darkness. Tonight, we'll be hearing some
of those stories. Get cozy and settle in.
This report takes place at a home in southern Alabama on
October 22nd, 2021. I've lived in the same home
since 2004 and I've seen something very strange.
A few things actually. It was October 22nd, 2021.
I was sitting in my living room when my dog, who was outside,
started scratching at the front door wanting to come in.
She's an older Beagle and small even for her breed.
The top of her head is still a hand short of my knee, so she's
not a big dog at all, but she has never been intimidated by
animals. I didn't let her in.
Instead, I went outside with her on to the porch and as soon as I
opened the door, a strange odor filled the air.
It was a foreign smell to me and I do not have much to compare it
to. It wasn't horrible, but it was
not pleasant either. If I had to describe it, I would
call it a smoky smell, like smouldering wet leaves smoky but
also musty and mouldy, and that only covers a small part of it.
It was pungent but not unbearable.
I could hear the neighbour's dog barking, specifically the ones
to the South, and they are a little over half a mile away.
It was very out of character for my Beagle to want to come inside
instead of joining in. Being a Beagle, barking is her
main hobby. I stood there and looked around,
and that's when I saw the strangest thing I've ever seen.
Something in the back of my father's truck was moving side
to side. That was the first thing I
noticed. As my eyes adjusted to the dark,
I saw that a hand was holding that object.
The hand was attached to an arm, the arm to a shoulder, and that
shoulder belonged to something that was staying mostly hidden
behind the truck. Maybe hiding is not the right
word, but it was matching the truck's outline.
Even though it was large, it stayed mostly behind the truck.
I could mainly see the right arm and shoulder and what I later
realized was part of its head. For some reason I could not
understand, it kept swiveling that object from side to side,
and other than that movement, it was very still.
The object looked like a board of some kind.
I don't believe it came from the truck.
There was a decade of junk piled in the bed, but I don't think a
board or branch of that size and shape was in there.
The truck had no tailgate and was facing the rear of it.
The object moved in a way that looked like it was controlled by
the wrist, like a pivoting motion.
I never saw its face. The night gave it an overall
black colour with no clear details other than the
silhouette. While I stood there watching, I
was also focused on my dog's behaviour.
She curled up next to the door. She wasn't whining or scratching
like she would if she was desperate to get inside.
She seemed cautious, but not panicked.
Because of the darkness and her age, I doubt she could even see
it. I don't think it was a human.
I tried shining a worthless flashlight at it, but it did
almost nothing. It gave no more light than the
moon would have, and it did not react to it at all.
I don't know if it was aware of me, and if it was, it didn't
seem to care. I started making low, long Hoo
noises at it. It's a sound I had heard at
times, usually around sunset, and it always gave me the
creeps. I never officially assumed it
was anything other than an owl. Just like my flashlight, the
thing did not respond to my hue sounds.
It kept swiveling that object while staying pressed against
the side of the truck. Maybe it was trying to look
inside the truck, I don't know. After about a minute or two, no
more than two, it stood up. When it stood, it made no noise
at all. It immediately turned to the
right and followed the driveway toward the road and the woods.
It made no sound as it walked away.
None. I stayed outside for a while.
I didn't feel threatened by what happened.
My Beagle finally moved away from the door and laid down next
to me, the way she does when she wants to be petted.
The smell faded almost instantly, though it lingered a
little for a while. It was around 9:30 when I first
went outside. It was close to midnight by the
time I came back in. After that, I got curious and
started taking measurements, and what I came up with scared me.
From where I'd been standing, I marked the height of the truck.
The higher mark was where its face seemed to be when it was
hunched into the truck. That was also about where its
upper hip or lower abdomen would have been when it stood up.
The lower mark was where the hip ended and turned into thigh.
The bottom mark was 5 feet 4 inches high.
The top mark was 6 feet 8 inches high.
When it stood up to full height, the halfway point of its body
looked like it sat somewhere between those two marks.
If you double those numbers, you get a rough idea of the full
height. That would put it at 10 feet 8
inches at the smallest or 13 feet 6 inches at the tallest.
At first I assumed its upper body and lower body were equal,
but I don't think they were. I think it had much more upper
body than lower body based on how it stood above the truck.
My best guess is that from its feet to the lowest point of its
butt was only about a third of its height.
Its legs look small compared to human proportions.
I truly believe it was close to 13 feet tall, if not taller.
That night I thought maybe it did not fear me because animals
can read your intent and I meant no harm.
Maybe my voice and posture showed that.
But after I measured things, I started thinking it was not
bothered because of its size. It's not until I got the tape
measure out and compared my own body to the lengths that I
became afraid of the dark. The fact that it was so silent
made me wonder if I had seen the devil himself.
For a while I was afraid to go out at night, but I got over it.
My Beagle helped with that. She had clearly been unsettled
because she wanted to come in, but she didn't do any of the
things I would expect. If she sensed a direct threat.
She didn't growl, snarl, bark, or pee.
The hare on her back did not stand up.
With the darkness and her poor eyesight, I don't know if she
actually saw it. Also, if that thing wanted to
take me, in more than 20 years here it has had thousands of
chances and I'm still here. And if it tried, there would be
nothing I could do. Even with a large calibre
weapon, I would still put the odds in its favour.
Other than the size, what bothered me most was how quiet
it was. It made no noise when it walked.
None. Zero.
At 40 or 45 feet away, you would think I would at least hear
breathing or something, anything in the still night, but there
was nothing. I've seen it two more times, so
3 total. The second sighting was months
later, either late 2021 or early 22.
I don't even remember why I felt like going outside that night,
but I did. And I stopped cold with the door
open because in the full moon it was standing in the driveway.
It was in the same spot as the first time.
It was facing me when I opened the door, probably startled by
the noise, but by the time I realized what I was seeing, it
was already turning. I shut the door fast and when I
came back with my phone, it was gone, continuing on its way.
I think it uses the driveway because it's quieter than the
woods. There's no leaf litter on the
driveway like there is on the forest floor.
Sometimes I think there's no way it can move through the forest
that quietly because the woods are thick, but I've also read
plenty of stories where people had aggressive encounters and
had no idea the animal was there until it was right on them.
And what I had seen three times is comparable in size to a
moose, at least in weight. The third sighting was on
October 3rd, 2023, almost exactly 2 years after the first.
It was around 3:00 in the afternoon.
Something moved on a wooded Ridge at a higher elevation than
where I was sitting and it caught my eye.
It was only a second, but I clearly saw an arm swing, a
giant hand and a shoulder the whole left side.
The sun reflected off its fur and it was the colour of
chestnut, either dark red or brown.
It made noise in the dense woods and I think that's why I looked
up there. Its shoulders pushed through the
branches, but I don't remember hearing footsteps.
The sighting lasted only a second or two, but in some ways
it was clearer than the night sighting that lasted longer.
Two things stood out about that sighting.
Large wild rabbits live up there and you can see them through
gaps in the trees. That thing's hand, even closed
up, looked comparable to the size of a large rabbit.
The second thing is my work day ended early because of an
accident. On a normal day, I would not
have been home for another 6 or 7 hours.
I don't know if that matters, but it feels like it might.
In all three sightings, I never got a clear look at its face.
I believe all three sightings were the same creature.
Later, I got curious about the first sighting and tried timing
it. I grabbed a stopwatch and going
strictly from memory, I started the timer while picturing the
path it took to a particular tree.
That distance was about 60 feet. In my memory, it took about 9
seconds. I know that's not exact science,
but I felt confident in that part.
I tried to do the math, could not.
So I looked up and figured out that 60 feet and 9 seconds is
about 4.7 mph. That's just fast enough that I
would not be strolling comfortably, but it's not fast
either. It had no reason to hurry.
It either prioritized being quiet over being fast, which
makes sense except that it had to know it had already been seen
because I was standing on the porch making those who noises at
it, so I am confident in that number.
It was somewhere between 10 and 13 feet tall and it walked 4.7
mph. It is strange to get a height
and speed of something people say does not exist.
Since that sighting in October 2021, I only had one encounter
that was not visible. It was between the 1st and 2nd
sighting. I had taken a bag of trash out
when I heard what people call samurai chatter.
Clear as day, loud. It was dusk, and I believe it
happened as a response to me opening the back door.
I dropped the trash bag and backed straight inside.
I didn't even turn around. The trash was still there the
next day, untouched. It's unnerving to have the place
you have lived comfortably for years suddenly feel dark and
strange. As for feeling watched or
feeling a presence, it's hard to say.
I think it's just a natural reaction to what I saw.
I don't think I'm being toyed with.
I think I just happen to live near where these things are.
All things considered, they've been decent neighbors.
Being startled once or twice a year is not enough for me to
bother with them. That's how I was raised.
I'm glad I don't fear it anymore, but people going out
looking for them is insanity. I'm not going out after these
things and I would never invite anyone else to either.
This report takes place outside a tiny Hill Country town in
eastern Oklahoma from 2010 through 2013.
The first time anything happened to me, I was a kid living out on
a dirt Rd. that ran for miles off a main highway.
The town nearby was so small it was basically one block with one
gas station. Everything out there was hills
and tall grass and you didn't have many neighbors.
We were tucked back by the woods.
My dad worked for a rock truck company back then and he used
one of their trucks to pull a double wide out there.
He connected that new place to the older place with the
hallway. My sister got the back bedroom
in the added on part and right beside her room was a bathroom
and my brother and I slept on the other side of that bathroom.
One night I was in the bathroom taking a bath and I heard my
sister screaming. Not yelling like she was mad,
but screaming like she was terrified or hurt.
Everybody rushed in there. I threw a towel on and ran to
her room. She had a big double window that
faced the woods maybe 50 yards out.
There was a tree out there with a branch that had AU shape to it
where a dip low. Standing by that tree was a big
black mass. You could see it clear as day.
It was as tall as that low part of the branch.
That branch was high. My dad used to hang a tire swing
from it, and he's about 6 foot tall.
He used a ladder high up to tie the rope, so whatever was
standing there was really tall. At first, because my sister was
a teenager, we might think it was some boyfriend trying to
peek, but this thing was huge. Everybody just stood there
quiet. My dad ran through the house and
jumped in my mum's pickup. The headlights swept across the
yard. While he was doing that, the
thing turned and walked toward the woods.
It moved fast but it wasn't running.
It walked into the tall grass. That grass out there was about 5
feet tall. If you didn't mow it once it got
far enough out you couldn't really see it anymore.
My dad chased it with the truck through the tall grass and into
the woods. There was a hill or mound
through that area and he high centred the truck and got it
stuck. He had to walk back to the
house. He wouldn't talk about it in
front of us, but my brother and I stood outside the bedroom and
listened while he talked to my mum.
He sounded absolutely terrified. My dad was the type he'd never
see cry and never see scared, and he sounded scared.
He told my mum it was huge, the biggest thing he had ever seen.
He said it knew he was after it and it didn't act like it was
panicking, like it wasn't worried the way animals usually
seem. It didn't want to be caught, but
it didn't act scared of him either.
After that, I didn't feel safe in my own home.
We had a window and I didn't want my bed by that window
anymore. I kept asking to move it because
I had that uneasy feeling that something could reach in and
grab me. My parents ended up building a
fence around our property so they could have some Peace of
Mind when we were outside behind our place at the bottom of a
huge hill. My brother and I used to play on
that hill. We had trails we walked and we
would pick berries up there. One day my sister and I walked
higher than we normally did and found a massive cave.
It was big enough for a grown man to walk into.
It wasn't some little hole, it was big and it stunk.
I froze up. I was terrified and my sister
thought it was funny to leave me there.
She ran down the hill and left me.
I stayed frozen for a minute, then I decided to go down, but I
walked backwards because I was too scared to turn my back on
that cave. It was hard to do, but I had
that same unsafe feeling and I didn't want to face away from
it. Later on, around the 4th of
July, we were doing fireworks in the driveway and on the road
with family. I lit an artillery shell on the
ground because I didn't realise what it was.
As soon as I lit it, my dad and sister's boyfriend yelled for
everybody to get down. We ducked and hid behind things
and it blew up right there on the ground.
Not even 10 seconds after it went off, we heard a scream in
the woods. It was a blood curdling scream.
We had a sheltie named Wolfie, and that dog had been lying
there calm through all the fireworks that it didn't care.
When that scream happened, that dog went up on all fours, high
alert, like something was wrong. The sound seemed far away, but
also like it was right next to you because it was so loud.
It had weight to it, like it came from deep inside something
big. My dad ended the fireworks right
then and told everyone it was time to go inside.
Across the main highway from our dirt Rd. there was a tall game
fence, maybe 10 or 12 feet. A man owned a lot of land behind
it and had exotic animals like Buffalo and warthogs and even
wolves. It wasn't unusual to drive that
main road and see one of those animals near the fence.
That man had even come around telling people he had a breakout
in the back of that fence. I'm adding that because I've
always tried to think of what else it could be.
My dad's brother lived out on the same dirt Rd. more toward
the hillside, kind of near a Cliff edge.
One night we were at that house. The adults were drinking beer
and hanging out, and the kids were playing tag in the dark.
Something set the adults off. They said they saw something in
the woods, making noise, moving trees around.
They grabbed guns and went to look.
I wanted to go with my dad. We walked along, not right at
the edge but close. It was thick woods and tall
grass. We didn't have bright modern
lights, just big mag lights. My dad swept his light across
the trees and grass and I saw it.
It was huge and tall up near tree branch height.
The first thing I noticed was its ears.
They were massive, pointy, straight up, no fold at all.
The top had a sharp pitch. They looked about the size of a
man's hand, just tall and sticking up.
I remember thinking it looked like Anubis, like something out
of an old Egyptian picture. When the light hit it, it moved
lightning fast. It wasn't quiet either.
It broke through things as it moved, like it didn't care what
was in the way. My uncle fired a shotgun at it
and it screamed. It sounded identical to the
scream we heard after the artillery shell, but this time
we were closer. Even with my ears ringing from
the shotgun, I could still hear that thick heavy scream over the
ringing. I felt unsafe in a way I can't
explain. I grabbed my dad, started
bawling and kept saying I didn't want to be there and I wanted to
go back. My dad picked me up and ran back
to the house with everyone after that.
My uncle was so scared he sold his place and moved his family
within about a month later. In the daytime, my mum sent me
down the dirt road to ask our closest neighbor if they had a
can of corn we could borrow. I walked almost to their
driveway and across the road there was a clump of trees and I
heard big branches snapping in there.
It spooked me, but I kept going. Then I heard more heavy rustling
and decided to turn around and go back home.
As I walked back, I heard stomping behind me that sounded
like an elephant running. It wasn't a gallop.
It sounded like a long stride, like something with long legs
running hard. I heard it up close, like just a
few steps back and I got a lightning shock through my body.
My spine felt like it lit up. I started running and screaming,
making as much noise as I could because I was far from the house
and honestly thought I was going to die.
It ran with me in the trees and tall grass next to the road.
The loud steps were bad, but what I heard even more was this
nasty huffing. It sounded like heavy breathing
with a wheeze, like someone with asthma breathing hard.
I was bawling and having a panic attack, hyperventilating, but I
made it to the house and ran inside, crying so hard I
couldn't talk right away. My parents got me breathing
again. I told them something charged me
from the trees. My dad went out with his gun.
My mum grabbed a PVC pipe. They searched the area and found
nothing. But something did chase me
because the tall grass was pushed over on a trail where
something ran through it. It made its own path through the
grass. I hated living out there after
that. I didn't want to be outside.
Everything scared me. Eventually, because of family
property issues and paperwork problems, we had to move off
that land and I was happy to leave because I did not want to
live there anymore. We moved to a bigger town not
far away, about a 30 to 40 minute drive from where I grew
up. It was more built up, not as
heavily wooded, but there were still woods around.
As a teenager I used to get off the bus at a friend's place,
play Xbox until dark, then walk home.
The walk was along a main road. On one side was a big fancy
house with lots of land and cows.
On the other side was woods. One night I was walking and the
worst smell hit me. It was like a dead skunk or dead
animal but stronger. Like make your eyes water bad.
I got to a spot that felt like an archway in the trees and the
road dipped into a small valley. I heard noises in the woods,
like something moving toward me at a slow pace.
I stopped and looked. I didn't see anything.
I listened nothing for about 20 seconds.
I started walking again and almost immediately I heard the
footsteps again and twigs snapping.
I got scared and started jogging.
I looked back and right there at the tree archway there was a
giant black mass in that town. There was enough light from the
area that it wasn't pitch black and the moon was bright and
there was a glow from town. I could see eyes, not red, but
the way animal eyes shine when there's light reflecting it was
huge. I flashed back to being a kid
and thought I was going to die. I used to skateboard and I had
expensive lime green Osiris shoes.
I never tied them and when I took off running they flew off
my feet. I ran home barefoot in my socks.
I got to my room struggling to breathe.
I called my girlfriend at the time crying because I was so
scared. She thought I was crazy and said
I didn't see anything. After that I stopped doing the
walk home routine. Not long after I got my license
I was in a band and I'd drive home after practice.
On that same Rd. by the woods there was an S band and a hill.
One night I had my brights on and I thought I saw headlights
so I turned my brights off. Halfway through the bend I
realised there was no car so I turned my brights back on.
I always looked down at the dash to see the blue indicator and
when I looked back up right on the edge of the road by the
woods I saw it. No doubt in my mind I saw
Bigfoot. It was huge.
It looked coppery, like a burnt orange brown colour, almost like
it rolled in red clay. The hair looked coarse and wiry,
not soft. I didn't have time to study arms
or detail. I swerved to miss it, fishtailed
and slid into the ditch of that fancy house's driveway.
I wrecked the front end in fenders.
I had to get a tow truck and it sat in our driveway until I
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Thank you. Later in life I found out that
Fancy House Owner was related to someone I dated.
We talked and he remembered me as a kid who crashed into his
driveway. He asked what caused it and I
told him what I saw. He told me he didn't want to
scare me, but he had cows and llamas going missing on his
land. But then he'd find them a day or
so later torn up badly, like put through a shredder.
He couldn't explain how something could do that to a
full size cow. That made me think that whatever
I saw was using that property as a food source because his land
backed right into the woods. Another thing that happened
later was near train tracks where my parents lived.
One day a friend and I were walking and right after we
crossed the tracks I looked to the right and I swear I saw a
barefoot and part of a leg step into the woods.
I nudged my friend and asked if he saw it.
He didn't. We kept walking down the tracks
and eventually got to a bridge below it was a Beaver Dam.
Being teenagers, we ran down there and messed with the dam,
poking it with sticks to see if we could spot Beavers.
The ground was muddy and I looked down and saw a huge
footprint. You could clearly see toes.
It didn't have a deep arch or a dip in the middle.
It was solid and flat all the way through.
I wear a size 13 men's shoe and that print was about four inches
longer than my shoe and way wider.
It was a real footprint, clear as day.
Our first thought was to get a camera because back then phone
cameras were trash. My mum had a digital camera so
we ran home, grabbed it and came back with more people.
I took several pictures including some with my shoe next
to it and some close-ups. When we first found it, it
looked fresh and wet. By the time we got back with the
camera, the mud in the print looked more crusty and cracked.
Looking back now, it bothers me because it made me think
whatever made that print could have been close while we were
running around. Later that same friend and I
went back out at night on those tracks, but in the opposite
direction toward thicker woods, the refray cars stored on the
double tracks. We climbed up on top of a
freight car with piles of Black Rock, the kind that spark when
you throw them at metal or other rocks.
We were being stupid, throwing rocks and watching sparks.
I threw a decent sized rock into the woods and instead of hearing
it hit a tree, it hit something with depth.
It sounded like a fist to a chest.
A deep thud. That change in sound grabbed our
attention. We stood up and from that height
you could see over the tree line some, and with the moon you
could see enough. Within 10 or 20 seconds, a black
dot came through the air. It was the rock.
It went straight between US and landed behind us on the rocks,
throwing sparks. Then more rocks started coming.
One after the other. They hit the metal sides of the
freight car and clanged. We panicked and ran along the
tops of the cars. A couple of minutes in we
realized running on top of freight cars wasn't safe, but we
were scared to get on the ground near the woods.
We finally climbed down and stayed on the far side of the
cars away from the trees. We ran along the tracks, which
was hard because of all the loose black rocks.
After a while we slowed to a walk, thinking we were far
enough away. There was a road running
alongside the tracks, separated by a barbed wire fence.
We started talking again, trying to calm down.
Then out of nowhere, that dead animal smell hit us.
It didn't drift in slowly, it slammed into us.
It was so strong it felt like it filled the air instantly.
Right after that, we heard rocks pinging again behind us, hitting
the train. We freaked out and started
running. My friend yelled for us to jump
the fence and get on the road to get away from the woods.
I didn't want to because it was barbed wire and I thought we'd
get ripped up, but we did it anyway.
We tore our pants getting over it, but we got on the road and
took the longer way home. Every time something like this
happened I got that same feeling I had as a kid.
It felt like my body was warning me to leave now that it wasn't
safe. It's like a recognisable fear
that takes over your whole body. I grew up around coyotes and
boars. We had problems with both.
Our dog fought coyotes a few times.
That was scary, but it wasn't the same.
This was different. This was like fear that fills
you up and pushes you to move. My dad passed away from cancer a
couple years ago. When he was alive, he loved the
country and always talked about wanting to move back out there.
I always told him I hated it and I was scared of it.
He brushed it off like it was just Country Life.
If I brought up him chasing that thing with the truck, he said he
thought it was one of my sister's boyfriends and he acted
like he wasn't scared. But I heard him that night.
I know he was scared. Even later when I told him about
things happening in town, he would take me seriously in the
moment and calm me down, but after time passed he would joke
and act like it was nothing. I think he was trying not to
scare us more than we already were.
As for what Sasquatch is, my opinion has changed over the
years. I thought maybe it was some kind
of entity or maybe a Wildman, but based on what I've
experienced, I think it's its own creature.
I think it's an animal that's been around a long time and it
doesn't want to be found or bothered.
I don't think it's a movie monster out to RIP people apart,
I think it's just curious and it checks people out and it defends
itself if it feels threatened like any animal would.
This report takes place near a remote fishing camp outside Red
Lake ON in late October 2016. I was fresh out of high school
when this started. I took a job at a fishing camp
in far northern Ontario. It was deep Bush country with
great fishing and it's at roughly an hour West of the
Ontario Manitoba line. I worked one season, then went
back for a second season. It was a fun job for me.
I was outside all the time, fishing when I could and working
around the lodge the rest of the time.
There was a marked nature trail for guests.
On one of my days off, I decided to take a jog on that trail.
You started out in thick forest, then you came into a burnt out
stretch. There had been a wildfire a few
years before I worked there and I got close to camp in that
burned area. You could see a long way because
there's no brush. The trees are dead and it opens
up. I ran through the burned area
and started coming up the edge where it turns back into solid
forest. You could see the wall of trees
ahead, like a line where everything thickens up again.
When I got close to that wall of trees, I heard a huge knock,
like a heavy branch snapping. I froze.
There are bears up there, and my first thought was a bear
stepping on a burned log or a rotten piece of wood and
crushing it. I turned fast and looked, but I
didn't see anything moving after that crack.
It went dead quiet. I decided I was done with the
jog. I turned around and went back.
I'd figure I'd get out of there and do something else, maybe go
fishing. A couple days later, I was
working down at the dock when a returning camper showed up.
He had been there the year before.
He walked up, started talking, and then he said, by the way, I
was on the nature trail and I found footprints.
I joked with him a bit, like, sure, you found footprints on a
nature trail. Big deal.
Then he told me no. These were Sasquatch footprints
that caught my attention. I've always believed something
could be out there, especially in Canada with so much empty
space. It never seemed crazy to me that
there could be something people don't see very often.
I asked him to take me to the Prince.
I also said I would ask some local Indigenous elders if they
wanted to come with us. He agreed so we went out as a
group. There were six of us total, 4
elders, me and the camper. The camper brought his dog to a
really big dog, not the sharpest dog but very protective of him.
I assumed it made him feel better about bears.
He led us to the spot and pointed out the first print he
found. I looked at it and at first I
wasn't sure. It was hard packed dirt and it
honestly looked like a rock had been sitting there and somebody
moved it. But I leaned in and looked
closer. I could make out toe marks.
There was grass growing in the track that had been pressed
down. That mattered to me because
grass doesn't grow under a rock. When you lift a Rock You usually
see dirt and bugs, not crushed grass.
I also noticed a little kickback in the dirt, like toes pushing
off when someone walks. I said to myself, it could be
something or it could be nothing.
I didn't want to lie to myself about it.
One of the elders said it was a track, but that we didn't know
what made it. That suggested we look around
for more. We moved along the edges of the
nature trail. The path itself was about 7 or 8
feet wide, and the trees were cut back another 3 or 4 feet on
either side so branches didn't hang into the trail.
The ground off the trail was covered in Moss.
It's like a sponge. You press it and it pops right
back up. But then we found another print
in that Moss, and it had crushed the Moss down and left a clear
impression. That shocked me because whatever
made it had to be extremely heavy, and the track was huge,
at least 16 or 17 inches long. I stood next to it on one foot
and jumped up and down about 10 times, trying to leave my own
print. I stepped off and my mark
vanished. The Moss just rose back up like
nothing happened. At that time I was 6 foot two
and a bit over £200. I couldn't even dent that Moss
enough for it to stay, but this thing had pressed a full
footprint into it and it held. That was hard to explain away.
One of the guys said we should sit there since it was getting
dark and see if we noticed anything.
We all agreed there was a fallen log nearby so we sat on it.
We turned our flashlights off and it went completely black up
there. When night hits, it's pitch
black. There's no light anywhere.
We sat there in silence while the elders talked quietly among
themselves. I'd figured we'd sit maybe 25 or
30 minutes and then call it. But then I got a strong feeling
something was off to my right, back down the trail the way we
came in. The dog beside me lifted its
head and stared down the trail, too.
I decided to check it out. I didn't want it to be a bear
because dealing with a big black bear in the middle of the night
like that would be bad. I clicked my flashlight on and
as I swung the light down the trail I saw something step into
the bushes. It was so dark I couldn't tell
the colour well, but it looked dark.
I started scanning the bushes and trees, then I saw 2 blue
eyes in front of us about 8 feet off the ground from where we
were sitting. There was blue eyeshine and that
hit me like a punch because I didn't know what to make of it.
I say 8 feet because we were on level ground, but where that
thing was standing, the forest sloped down.
Whatever it was, it was huge. I estimated at least 9 to 9 1/2
feet tall. It stood there staring at us.
I jumped up without thinking and when I stood up I saw it move,
but not like a normal head turn. The shoulders moved with it.
It was scanning us. After that, it went still again.
I could see the eyes moving back and forth, and I got a decent
look at its face from around the middle of the nose up to above
the forehead. I could also see one arm and
part of the chest. It kept staring directly at me,
then scanning back across the group.
I couldn't tell if it thought it was hidden because it wasn't
moving, or it simply didn't care because it was big enough that
it felt untouchable. Then the dog saw it too, and the
dog started acting strange. Not like panicking, but it was
more timid than I've ever seen it.
The others still didn't notice it.
I quietly told them look straight ahead, something is
standing right there. They looked up and reacted
loudly. They jumped up and started
yelling. The thing looked like it stepped
back, but it was more like it leaned back trying to push
deeper into the shadows. The camper with me started
swearing and losing it. I think the dog took off after
the Sasquatch. I think the dog had been trained
to protect him and his wife, and when he heard fear in his voice,
it decided to do its job. The Sasquatch spun and ran.
It wasn't like it made a bunch of slow movements.
It turned and took off fast. I could see the tops of the
trees moving. One tree snapped.
The forest suddenly looked alive, branches shifting and
shaking as it moved through, but it stayed strangely quiet.
I could hear the dog barking, but I couldn't hear the
Sasquatch itself. Then everything went dead
silent. The camper started saying his
dog was dead. I told him we didn't know that
and we didn't even fully understand what we were dealing
with, but we needed to keep our heads.
Then the screaming started. It sounded like a woman
screaming, but extremely loud with more bass under it.
It sounded maybe 30 yards into the forest.
That scream hit me hard. I felt a dump of adrenaline,
like my body flipped a switch. My pulse was pounding, my heart
felt like it was going to burst. All of us started freaking out
and we decided we had to get out of there immediately.
We started walking back along the trail and behind us it kept
screaming and it moved in an arc, almost like a semicircle,
keeping us on the trail. It was like it was pushing us,
making sure we didn't step off the trail, forcing us to stay on
the clear path. When we got near the end of the
trail, the dog came running back out of the forest.
My guess is once the thing started screaming, the dog
decided it wanted no part of that and ran hard.
As we got closer to the end, it quieted down.
We could still hear movement, but the screaming stopped.
One of the elders knelt down near the trail and pointed out a
fresh track in the sand that hadn't been there when we walked
in. Right after that we left.
That was one of the most terrifying nights of my life.
After that I kept working at the camp and nothing else happened
directly with the Sasquatch, but I kept getting that weird
watched feeling. I lived in an old fifth wheel RV
camper close to the woods. It was always dark back there.
Walking to it at night always made me uneasy, especially after
what happened where my bed was. There were windows on three
sides. The camper was old with sheer
curtains you could still see through.
I hated the idea that something could be out there looking in.
The day after the encounter, one of the guys who lived in a cabin
that was half in the woods told me he heard the screaming.
He asked if I heard it too. I told him I was there.
I told him I was the one getting screamed at.
He tried to brush it off and said it was probably a fox.
I told him it was not a fox and I told him I saw it.
I said he'd probably make fun of me, but it was a Sasquatch.
He stopped and looked at me differently, like he understood
more than he was saying. He made me think maybe he had
things happen out there, too. He had mentioned hearing strange
noises in the forest and sometimes hearing little bangs
on the cabin. He tried to write it off as
branches in the wind, but I didn't know what to make of it.
I wasn't there when those noises happened.
Not long after that, the season ended.
That encounter happened in late October, and October is when
everything shuts down there because snow starts coming in
and the lake freezes over. Fishing basically stops unless
you wait for the ice fishing later.
About four days after the about four days after that Sasquatch
encounter I had something else happen.
Some Co workers and I had planned to take out a boat and
camp on an island out on the lake.
I asked the elders which island was best, somewhere not too
rocky. They pointed out to an island.
But they warned me to be careful and I asked why.
They told me that a certain Bay was where the spirits lived.
They said I would see them at night.
You said you see them in the forest all the time and they
told me not to follow them. I told them I wasn't going to
follow lights into the woods. I was serious about that.
We packed the boat, went to the island, set up our tents, got a
fire going and started cooking. We got out a bit late so it got
dark fast. While we were there I looked
across the water and saw lights bobbing along the shoreline on
the far side of the lake. I got confused and pointed them
out. A Co worker saw them too.
He said it could be people but it didn't make sense to me.
Off to our right, about 1/2 hour by boat was where the lodges
were. Behind us.
Over an hour away was the reservation.
Straight across from us there was basically nothing.
There were two lights moving left to right along the
shoreline. They stopped roughly across from
us and started moving back and forth like they were searching
the shore. I didn't like them.
The feeling was creepy and unsettling.
They did that for around 40 minutes.
We watched them the whole time. Then it looked like someone
holding a Lantern stepping backward into the trees and the
lights slowly faded out and disappeared into the forest.
After that we didn't see anything else.
The lights were a lighter yellow color and they had to be big.
The distance across the water wasn't that far.
You could swim if you had to. I know what lightning bugs look
like and from that distance you barely see a flash and they
flash on and off. These lights were steady and
obvious. From what I could tell they were
at least basketball sized, maybe bigger.
I can't tell you what exactly they were, I just know I didn't
like them. It felt like they were trying to
figure out how to get to our side.
They were directly across from us.
Our only light was our fire behind us.
The light stayed over there and moved back and forth and it
almost felt like they couldn't cross the water.
I don't know why that would be, but that's how it came across to
me. It felt like they gave up and
went back into the forest. I've been around dangerous
animals at that same job. One time I was tossing garbage
at the garbage dump and a big black bear, probably 600 lbs,
climbed into the back of the truck with me.
That didn't scare me like that Sasquatch did.
Seeing that thing and hearing that scream was worse.
I think there's something old in that fear, like it's tied into
our history. Would I want to see one again?
It sounds crazy, but yes, this part of the encounter was
shocking, intense, but it wasn't instantly violent.
The second part the screaming and being pushed out that pushed
me over the edge but I would still like to see another one,
mainly to get a better look at the face and confirm what I saw
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