Welcome to the Bigfoot project. Find a comfortable spot, put on
your headphones, and get ready for another night of terrifying
Bigfoot encounters. On January 7th, 2007, I was
hunting in the Tide Swamp Big Bend unit when I was bluff
charged harder than anything I've ever faced.
Whatever this thing was, it came at me with real force.
It only stopped when it saw my rifle aim straight at it.
For a moment we locked eyes and the standoff felt like it
stretched on forever. The light was fading fast, and
the darker it got the more the woods felt wrong.
I slowly began backing out, trying not to show panic when I
heard it circling to my side. That was when I knew it wasn't
just trying to scare me, it was trying to outsmart me.
I turned and ran for the lime rock where I had a clear shot if
I needed it. My bolt action 30 Aught 6 was my
only real advantage. It never stepped out where I had
expected. It was smart enough to stay just
out of sight, just where the brush could hide something its
size. It was furious.
But underneath that anger, I could feel something else coming
from it, an intensity that felt wrong, almost like the air had
turned colder around me. Everything in the woods reacted
to it too. Animals exploded out of the
brush in all directions, trying to escape.
Deer, small game, even birds taking off in a panic.
The entire swamp emptied itself in seconds.
I could hear its footsteps pounding the soft ground like
someone dropping heavy sandbags. The impacts came through my
boots, through the earth, and into my legs.
It was knocking over small trees as it pushed toward me, snapping
wood like it was nothing. It was angry and coming with
purpose. After studying these things, I'm
convinced they'd do their hunting right at sundown.
And As for shooting one, people don't understand how dangerous
that choice really is. They're rarely alone, you only
shoot if it's close enough to be a threat.
You had better hit it clean the first time.
They know what firearms are, they know exactly what you're
holding. Most of the time they just want
you out of their area and leaving the way you came is
usually the safest call. During my encounter my mind was
scrambling trying to figure out what could make that kind of
noise and move like that. Then it hit me.
A skunk ape. Nothing else fit what I was
facing. Before that day, I had barely
given the subject a thought. I always assumed it was just
campfire talk or old stories people like to repeat.
I've haunted since I was six years old and never experienced
anything close to what happened in Tide Swamp.
I haven't been out hunting since, but I will again.
One thing's certain though, I'll be carrying a 12 gauge and a
sidearm and I will never be caught out there after dark
again. In the early morning hours of
September 8th, 2023, I was driving to work with the AC
running. As I came over, a rise in the
highway and overpowering stench suddenly filled the car.
It hit so fast that it felt like it rushed straight through the
vents. The smell was like a drenched
animal mixed with strong body odor, mud and something sharp
and musky, almost like skunk spray blended with the scent of
deer urine. About two seconds after the
smell hit, I caught a brief glimpse of something moving off
the road to my right. It looked as if it had crossed
from left to right as I was heading north.
All I saw was the shape disappearing into the tree line.
My first thought was a black bear, but the way it moved
didn't match that. It was hunched and it looked
like it was on 2 feet in my headlights.
I caught sight of a large, thick, hairy leg on the
passenger side as it stepped into the woods.
I couldn't make sense of it. I've lived in this area for 10
years, hiked the local trails, and never encountered anything
that smelled like that or looked like that shape.
The smell alone was unlike anything I've come across.
I felt the chill run through me afterward, but I had to keep
going because I needed to get to work before 6.
I didn't have time to stop and process what I might have seen.
I was driving around 9:00 at night of November 2nd, 2016 when
I saw something cross the road that I still cannot explain.
A storm was moving in fast and the wind was blowing hard from
left to right, pushing leaves and debris across the pavement.
I just started around a long curve when the creature stepped
into my headlights. It came from the left shoulder
and moved toward the right, crossing from South to north.
The moment it entered the beam of my headlights, I got a
clearview of it from the knees up.
The hair covering its body was dark brown with a reddish tint,
and the headlights made the colour stand out even more as it
moved. The hair looked thick and
uniform along its upper body, especially across the shoulders.
The way it moved was the first thing that struck me as unusual.
It stayed fully upright the entire time, no hunching, no
shifting its weight the way a person does in strong wind.
Its arms hung straight down with almost no movement.
Because the arms barely moved. Its steps looked unnaturally
smooth even in the blustering storm conditions.
The creature crossed the road with steady, controlled
movement. Its build stood out next.
Even though I couldn't see below the knees, it was clearly tall
and broad. The shoulders were wide and the
head seemed to sit low between them with very little neck.
The proportions didn't match a person and they didn't match any
known wildlife in the area. A bear didn't fit either.
Bears don't walk upright that far and their body shape,
especially the legs and shoulders, don't look anything
like what I saw. Another detail that stood out
was how it reacted or didn't react to the storm.
The wind was strong enough to push against my vehicle, yet the
creature crossed as if the gusts weren't hitting it at all.
Its hair barely moved in the wind.
Everything around it was moving with the coming storm, but it
moved straight across without any sign of struggle.
The entire crossing took only a few seconds.
As soon as it reached the tree line on the right side, it
disappeared into the brush. I brought my car to a stop and
looked toward the spot where it had gone in.
I couldn't see anything else in the woods, but I heard two loud
crunches, heavy steps on branches, or thick undergrowth
moving away from the road. After those two sounds, there
was nothing. There was no smell and no sign
of anyone else anywhere near that stretch of Rd.
The view in my headlights was clear enough that I know what I
saw wasn't a person or any animal familiar to the area.
The sighting lasted only moments, but the image of that
tall reddish brown figure crossing in front of me is
something I will never forget. I had my sighting early in the
morning on February 5th, 2020 at about 3:00.
I just left my driveway and turned onto a side Rd.
I use every day to get to work. That stretch is a clearing where
a deer often graze before sunrise, and I always slow down
there to check the field. A single streetlight sits at the
edge of the clearing and it usually lights up the deer well
enough to see their shapes as I pass.
As I approached the clearing that morning, I saw something
standing under the streetlight. At first I thought it was a
black bear because we do have them in the area, but this thing
immediately looked wrong for a bear.
It was standing fully upright on 2 legs, and instead of the
glossy black coat I normally see on local bears, the hair on this
creature was long, stringy, and brown with darker patches mixed
in. The figure was tall, I would
estimate somewhere between 6:00 and 8:00 feet based on how close
it stood to a mailbox beside the road.
The shoulders were noticeably wide and looked too broad to
belong to any kind of normal animal.
The upper body was thick, and the hair around the head and
shoulders was so heavy and matted that I couldn't make out
a clear shape of the head. It looked like mud was packed
into the hair, weighing it down in clumps.
Another odd detail was the movement of its shoulders.
They were rising and falling as the creature was breathing hard,
the same way someone does after running.
It made me think that whatever it was had just chased something
across the clearing just before I arrived.
There were also clouds of small insects, maybe gnats, swarming
around its upper body, circling the shoulders and head like the
bugs were attracted to heat or smell.
As my headlights reached it, the creature turned and looked
directly at me. When it faced the light, I saw
three reflections instead of 2. Two were where the eyes should
be, glowing with a bright orange shine, similar to the way a dogs
light up in the headlights. The third reflection came from
the middle of its face, where the nose should be.
I had never seen an animal whose nose reflected light that
strongly. The reflections were sharp
enough that I knew it was looking directly toward my
vehicle. We stared at each other for
about 10 seconds. During that time it stayed
completely still except for the heavy rise and fall of his chest
and shoulders. I tried to make sense of the
shape, but the thickness of the hair made it hard to pick out
any facial features. All I could see clearly were the
glowing orange reflections and the outline of a tall, bulky
figure covered in long, filthy hair.
Then the creature shifted slightly, bent its legs and
moved back into the forest in one clean leap.
It didn't run the way a person or bare wood, it pushed off the
ground and disappeared into the tree line with surprising speed,
and once it was in the woods I couldn't hear anything else from
it. I never saw it again after that
morning. I live in a heavily forested
area near a Navy base surrounded by deer year round and
freshwater creeks and ponds. I've seen plenty of wildlife
here over the years, but nothing even close to what I saw under
that street light. On the night of May 15th, 2025,
at around 11:28 PM, we found several large footprints on the
back porch. There were droplets or drippings
around the prints, and the tracks themselves looked coated
in a thin, oily Sheen that made the surface beat up around them.
Based on how fresh they looked and the direction they were
facing, it seemed like something had been standing there watching
us through the window. On another night, my mum was
lying in the truck bed watching Shooting Stars when she heard a
slow, heavy breathing close by. She said it sounded like someone
standing just outside the truck. Right after that she heard
repeated impacts like something hitting a tree hard with a heavy
bat. Over the following nights, we
noticed strong odors around the property and heard extremely
loud screams coming from the Creek bottom.
The screams came in a series about 10 in a row, spaced
roughly 15 seconds apart. Whatever was making the sound
was moving fast up the Creek, and you could tell by how
quickly the direction of the screams changed.
The dogs reacted immediately, running inside and refusing to
come back out. Each scream had enough force
that you could feel it through your body, like the sound
carried through the air and into the ground.
Taken together, the footprints, the oily residue, the breathing,
the tree impacts, the smell, and the traveling screams, it all
pointed to something large moving around the property at
night. On November 10th, 2025 at about
two O 6:00 PM, my friend and I were exploring a set of trails
when we reached a three-way intersection.
The ground in the center of the intersection was mostly sand.
At first I noticed a set of impressions in the sand, but
didn't pay much attention until I realized the shape looked
human, but far too large to be from any normal person.
We took a closer look and we could see that they were
extremely deep prints. The size and the depth made us
think they might belong to something very heavy, possibly
between 400 and £700. Based on the length of the
tracks, we estimated the height of whatever made them to be
somewhere between 8 1/2 and 13 feet tall.
Our best guess put it around 10 feet 9 inches.
As we were studying the prints, we heard a single loud impact,
something hitting a tree hard, coming from roughly 100 feet
away. It was a clear, heavy bang, the
type of sound you might hear when a solid piece of wood
strikes another. Only a few seconds after that
sound, we heard a tree fall somewhere off the trail.
It was close, maybe 60 to 100 feet away, and sounded large
enough that it made the ground carry the noise.
The crash was heavy, as if something substantial had pushed
it or knocked it over. The combination of the prints,
the weight estimate, and the sudden tree impact was enough to
make us leave immediately. We got on our bikes and headed
back down the trail without looking behind us.
Because of how fast we left, we didn't get any photos of the
tracks, but we plan to return to the intersection to see if
anything is still visible and to document whatever we can.
On June 14th, 2025, around 4:30 PM, my family and I were walking
the nature trails near our home which connect to part of the
Florida Trail. We were just out enjoying the
afternoon. On the way back, I started
hearing footsteps behind us. At first, I assumed it was
another hiker on the trail and didn't pay much attention.
There are six of us, and I was walking last to keep an eye on
everyone. I kept glancing over my shoulder
to see who was catching up, but there was never anyone there.
After a minute or two, I realized the footsteps stopped
whenever I stopped. That's when it struck me as
strange. I didn't say anything because I
didn't want to worry anyone, especially my wife, who gets
uneasy easily. This pattern of walking and
stopping, matched perfectly by whatever was behind us continued
for about 10 minutes before my wife came back to me with a
worried expression and asked if I had heard the footsteps, too.
I told her I did, but brushed it off as someone walking on
another trail we couldn't see. I knew there wasn't another
trail near by, but she accepted the explanation and we kept
heading toward the trailhead. With my law enforcement
background, I could tell something was off, but I had no
idea what we were dealing with. I've heard plenty of people
walking on these trails, and this didn't sound like a person.
Whatever it was kept pace with us until we got within a couple
100 yards of the trailhead. Then the sound stopped.
We never saw anything, never smelled anything, and never
heard anything else. I kept looking around as much as
I could without alarming my wife.
She kept checking my face and I didn't want to make her feel
more anxious. The footsteps were heavy,
heavier than anything I've heard from wildlife out here.
I'm very familiar with the sound of black bears and it didn't
match that at all. We had a resident bear when we
lived in Orlando that came to our yard regularly to eat
acorns, so I know their movements and how they sound at
night. I didn't think much about the
strange experience until recently when I came across a
Bigfoot channel and heard other stories that were nearly
identical to what happened to us.
This encounter happened on the afternoon of December 14th, 2014
at about 2:20 in the afternoon. I was hunting over at my food
plot on a cool day with temperatures sitting in the mid
40s. I was in my tree stand, roughly
15 feet off the ground, watching the field the same way I always
do. It was one of those quiet
afternoons when the woods seemed empty.
I hadn't seen or heard a single animal for the entire sit.
No squirrels, no birds, no deer. Everything felt still.
After a long stretch of silence, I suddenly began hearing loud
whistling. It cut through the woods,
clearly sharp enough that it didn't blend in with anything
natural around me. The whistle repeated about every
30 seconds, always the same pitch and tone.
At first I assumed it was another hunter trying to get
someone's attention, but the pattern didn't sound like any
call I recognized, and the timing was too regular.
It was moving toward my position, closing the distance a
little bit each time. As the whistling got closer, it
started to seem like whoever or whatever was making the sound
was searching for something. When it reached what sounded
like 50 yards from where I was sitting, still hidden inside the
wood line, I decided to stand up in my tree stand to get a better
view. I scanned the area carefully,
expecting to see a person or maybe even some kind of animal
that could mimic a whistle. Before I could spot anything,
three loud grunts rang out from the same area.
These grunts were like nothing I'd ever heard in the woods
before. They were deep, powerful, and
carried enough force that I could feel them in my chest.
They cut straight through me and didn't sound like any deer, hog,
or bear. The noise carried a sense of
sighs, like it came from something with a large chest and
a lot of air behind it. Immediately after the grunts,
whatever had made them, took off toward the Creek bottom.
I could hear its footsteps clearly, and they were heavy.
Not the kind of quick, uneven steps you hear from a deer
bounding away, but long, powerful strides with real
weight behind them. As it moved downhill toward the
Creek, I also heard branches snapping loudly.
The breaking limbs sounded thick, not like twigs or brush.
Whatever it was pushed through the bottom with enough force
that I could track its direction just by listening.
I never saw the creature, not even a shape, shadow, or
movement through the trees. The entire encounter was sound
alone, but the sounds were so distinct and so unnatural that I
knew I wasn't dealing with any normal wildlife.
I don't know how to track something without a blood trail
the way you would with a wounded deer, so I had no way of
following it without wandering blindly through the Creek
bottom. I stayed in my tree stand for
about 10 more minutes, trying to calm myself and make sense of
what just happened. Eventually I climbed down and
left the area. I haven't told many people about
the encounter because I don't want to be laughed at or
ridiculed, but the sounds I heard that day were unlike
anything I've ever known in the woods.
On March 18th, 2020, I was staying at a hotel in Pensacola.
For some reason, I woke up around 4:00 in the morning and
decided not to go back to sleep. Instead, I figured I would just
get up and start the drive home early.
The fog that morning was thick, especially as I got closer to
Marianna, FL. The visibility was low enough
that everything looked washed out and muted.
At one point, I decided to snap a few pictures of the fog from
inside the car. I leaned forward toward the
dashboard, checking the screen to see how the pictures came
out. As I leaned back, something
caught my eye. On the passenger side, I saw
movement inside the fence line just beyond the shoulder of the
road. There, in a semi clearing
between the fog and the tree line, something tall and dark
was walking parallel to my vehicle.
The figure was massive, around 8 feet tall with dark brown or
black hair covering its entire body.
It was moving on 2 legs with a steady stride.
There was no visible neck and the shape of its head sat low
against the shoulders. I watched it through the
passenger window, then the rear passenger window, and finally
through the back window. As I passed it, I was so locked
in on what I was seeing that I nearly drifted off the road.
The fog was too dense for me to pull over safely, so I had to
keep driving even though part of me wanted to stop right there
and then. My eyes were watering and my
hands were shaking. All I could think was that I
actually had seen something I had always believed existed but
never expected to witness first hand.
The shock of it stayed with me the whole drive home.
Later, once I made it back, I looked online to see if there
had been any sightings in that region.
I found a heat signature video reported outside of Tallahassee.
When I checked the distance between Tallahassee and Mariana,
it was around 66 miles. That pushed me to give my own
sighting. At that point, there were over
300 reported encounters in Florida.
The whole experience left a deep impression on me.
It felt like something meaningful, something I'd always
hoped I might witness one day. The energy of the moment stayed
with me long after the sighting, and the memory of that tall,
dark creature walking through the fog still feels vivid now.
And when I first saw it, I did ask myself if it could be a
person in a raincoat. But the size, the shape, the
movement, and the complete lack of a neck made that impossible.
What I saw was not a human being.
On June 29th, 1988, around 10 in the morning, my family was
staying at Camp Landing for the week.
My brother and I decided to drive around the base looking
for deer even though it was the middle of the afternoon.
As we were going down Dade Rd. we noticed something in the
Swale beside the forest line. About 20 to 25 feet away.
A small figure was squatting down in the ditch.
It had reddish orange fur, a flat face, and dark rings around
its eyes. The fur covered its whole body
and the nose was flat and wide. It didn't move at all, just
stared at us the entire time. We had a clearview of it for at
least 45 seconds, maybe a full minute.
We had no idea what we were looking at.
Our first thought was that it was some kind of animal that
escaped from the fenced in area we had passed earlier, but
nothing about it matched anything we knew.
It wasn't shaped like a raccoon, monkey, dog or anything native
to Florida. Then a noise came from the woods
directly behind it, branches and brush moving.
The little creature immediately stood upright, turned and leapt
straight into the bushes. It was about 3 1/2 to 4 feet
tall when fully standing. The moment it disappeared into
the thick underbrush, we heard a deep growl come from farther
into the woods. That sound made it clear
something larger was close by and we left the area fast.
Later on I wondered if what we saw could have been a young
skunk ape, but at the time and even now, I have never seen any
animal in Florida that looked like that.
On April 28th, 2023 at about 8:00 in the morning, I was
driving toward Rodman near Penner Rd. when I saw something
cross the road ahead of me. It was about 100 yards in front
of my vehicle, moving diagonally across the pavement.
The creature stood around 6 1/2 feet tall, maybe closer to 7,
completely black from head to toe.
It was extremely thin, had no visible neck, and the shape of
its body made it look almost like a dark, upright silhouette.
I see bears in this area almost every day, and this was nothing
like a bear. Its posture was completely
upright and the way it moved didn't match any animal I'm
familiar with. It crossed the road and
disappeared into the thick scrub near the OHV trail on the north
side of the road. The weather was clear and sunny
and visibility was perfect. There was no mistake in what I
saw. My husband saw something similar
in 2020. All so thin.
Also Black crossing Forest Rd. 74 about 3 miles South of where
I had my sighting. He estimated the one he saw at
around 5 to 6 feet tall and was swinging its arms wildly like it
was trying to brush something off or push through insects.
On August 19th, 2009 at about 8:30 I had my encounter after
crossing the Long Bridge at Flagler Beach.
The one that stretches over the intercoastal waterway to the
right side is the National Park area.
That's where I first noticed a large ball of light.
A group of bigfoots came out of that direction and saw me
standing on the bridge. As soon as they noticed me, they
started moving toward my position.
The biggest one separated from the group and came up the
staircase after me. I left the bridge and began
walking home, and this large one followed me for nearly a mile.
At one point it crossed the distance and grabbed my arm.
I reacted instinctively and struck it, and it backed off for
a moment. I had a lighter in my hand, and
when it came in close again, the flame startled it.
It turned and ran into the woods.
From inside the tree line. It grabbed a large piece of
wood, slammed it against another tree, and threw parts of it in
my direction. It let out several loud
vocalizations and charged a few times, but each time I stood my
ground the best I could. I'm a former Airborne Ranger
combat medic, but at the time I had multiple leg injuries and
fractures that made running impossible.
Because of that, I had no choice but to keep walking and stay
calm while trying to hold my position.
The entire encounter was real. It wasn't something I imagined
and I'll stand by it. I'll take any test, drug test,
psychological evaluation, anything, because I know what I
saw and I know what happened that night.
On November 16th, 2010, around 7 in the evening, I was living on
Mount Dora. I'd moved there from Boulder
back in 2004. Behind the house was a Raptor
preserve connected to a lake and several waterways.
At that time, I didn't have Sasquatch in my vocabulary and
didn't even consider that possibility until years later.
That night, my brother suddenly yelled What the hell?
And at the same moment, I felt the ground vibrate through the
house, almost like a car was pulling into the driveway.
When I looked out, a large figure came running up the long
driveway. It was hunched forward with long
arms angling down and forward and a huge mane of hair running
from the head down the back. It moved so fast that we both
knew it wasn't human. The shape reminded us of the Old
Street Fighter character with the wild hair.
Not the colours, just the outline in posture.
Its speed was unreal. It crossed the entire driveway
and disappeared straight into the woods, and the ground shook
as it ran. It was easily moving about 35
miles an hour at the time. I didn't connect it to anything
Bigfoot related but the sighting was real.
I have lived in the mountains at over 9000 feet with no neighbors
and plenty of wildlife. Bears, lions, moose, wolves.
So I know what natural animals look and move like.
Florida has its prehistoric looking wildlife too but this
was different. This was a human shaped creature
with massive hair from its head all the way down its back and
arms that were the size and shape you'd expect from an ape.
Long, thick and covered in hair, it looked skinny in silhouette
but also muscular underneath. Even though it was dark, the
patio lights and the neighbour's light gave it just enough
illumination to see the outline clearly.
It wasn't a shadow or trick of the eye, it was a solid built
figure and it moved with purpose and speed.
I don't follow Bigfoot stuff and I gain nothing from making any
of this up. It was simply a real encounter.
No nonsense, no exaggeration, just a true sighting on
Lakeshore Drive in Mount Dora. A strange but very memorable
moment, and one I still look back on as something genuinely
cool. On the evening of October 15th,
2022, a few weeks after Hurricane Ian had flooded much
of the region, I went out to try my luck fishing.
People had mentioned catching Snook farther up the Peace
River, so I headed to the Bloody Bucket Bridge boat launch.
That whole stretch has taken a heavy hit from the storm, with
debris, downed trees, and washed out ground everywhere.
I fished around the launch with no success, then crossed over
the old bridge to the north side to see if things looked better
there. Not long after reaching the
other side, the woods around me went completely silent.
The quiet hit all at once, and with it came a strong, uneasy
feeling. I kept casting, and after only a
few minutes something huge came crashing through the trees from
the western bank. Whatever.
It was likely a rock based on the impact, and the splash hit
the middle of the river hard enough to send a column of water
shooting several feet into the air.
Nothing surfaced afterward, and there was no one on the bridge
or anywhere near the tree line. That entire side was still thick
with storm debris and impossible for any person to reach on foot.
I pass through this area often, and I've gone back multiple
times to try to make sense of what I saw giving the flood
damage at the time. A person couldn't have accessed
that spot where the object was thrown, and no human could have
hurled something that large that far.
Most of the local residents had evacuated, and much of the
wildlife had been pushed out as well, leaving that stretch of
river unusually empty. Whatever launched that object
wasn't anything I could explain. Even though decades have passed,
she still remembers it as the day her view of the world
shifted. Back in 1963, that part of
Gainesville was far more rural than anything there today.
Homes in the subdivision sat on large plots of land, usually
several acres each, and it often took 5 to 10 minutes to walk
from one house to the next. Thick forest still borders many
of the properties, stretching right up to the edges of the
yards. One warm evening in late summer,
she was 12 years old, she headed out to visit a neighbor friend.
It was around dusk, close to 7:00 PM, and she moved into a
light jog along the dirt Rd. she used daily.
She remembered the silence clearly, nothing but the sound
of her shoes striking gravel and dust.
As she approached a section where the trees pressed close to
both sides of the road, something caught her attention.
Off to her right, about 30 feet away, a large figure stepped
straight out of the woods and froze when it noticed her.
She stopped too, both of them locked in a moment of surprise,
each apparently startled by the other.
The distance was close enough that she could see it clearly.
She said she was frightened at first, simply because of how big
it was and how it suddenly appeared, but she didn't sense
that it intended to harm her. They stared at one another for a
few seconds that felt much longer.
Then the creature tilted its head slightly as it looked at
her, and that small movement was enough to make her take off
running toward her friend's house.
She described the creature as something between a man and an
ape, more human shaped than animal, but definitely not
human. She estimated its height at well
over 7 feet, with a broad chest and heavy shoulders.
Brown hair covered its body except for its face.
She recalled A sloping forehead, dark, deep set eyes and arms
that hung longer than a man's. Built with obvious strength, it
stood with a faint forward lean. The following night, her mother
woke in the middle of the night, insisting that someone had been
looking through the bedroom window.
The witness said her stepfather checked outside the next morning
and although he stood 6 foot four, he couldn't even reach the
bottom of the window. Whoever or whatever had peered
in had to be at least 7 feet tall just to look inside.
Her mother never described the face she saw.
A few days later, the family discovered 4 dead rabbits placed
inside their mailbox. Around 9:30 PM on August 8th,
2004. I heard my miniature horses
making a lot of noise out in the yard earlier that day.
I had closed the front gate so they could graze closer to the
house. It was raining hard that night
and the floodlight by my shed and barn wasn't working.
The only light I had was the 300 Watt floodlight on my back
porch. I looked through the small
window in the door as I switched the porch light on.
When the yard lit up, I saw what people in Florida usually call a
skunk ape. It was standing straight across
from the porch, about 40 to 50 feet away, in a small cluster of
pine trees. The figure looked to be about 7
to 8 feet tall. The moment the light came on, it
turned its head and looked directly at me.
Then it turned to its right and walked back into the darkness
behind one of the outbuildings, which blocked the light.
The whole thing lasted maybe two or three seconds, but it was
clear enough to see and to know what it was.
The rain made the hair on its arms shine for a moment, and the
arm seemed to hang down close to its knees.
Even as it walked. It kept glancing back toward me
before disappearing completely, and from time to time I heard
loud strange screams in the area.
Not long after my sighting, I found out that some farms north
of here, closer to Mobile Swamp, had goats killed.
The only part missing was the head, and witnesses said the
heads looked like they had been twisted off.
Both incidents happened in the rain.
A hog had also been killed and torn apart.
A neighbor living at the swamp's edge said that he had heard
scream like yells coming from the swamp and sometimes smelled
A foul odour around his house. He said the smell doesn't last
long, nothing like a dead animal.
The Sheriff's Department was called about those animal
killings and although they came out and investigated, they said
they couldn't talk about it. I also once found a footprint in
the sand at the edge of the swamp behind a friend's
property. The print was about 4 to 4 1/2
inches longer than my size 9 boot and about two inches wider.
My friend said no one he knew had been barefoot in that area,
and no one walks around barefoot near the swamp anyway.
Unfortunately, the print was already a few days old and my
nephew messed it up before we could cast it.
We have also heard branches breaking and the sound of
something large walking through water in that same swamp.
Me and my friend were out exploring the Apalachicola
National Forest 1 winter afternoon.
We were hiking without any specific plan, just following
whatever caught our curiosity. After walking several miles
northwest from wherever we had parked, we heard the sound of
running water and decided to check it out.
The Creek we found was small and shallow, with its bed covered in
smooth rocks that weighed maybe 5 to 10 lbs each.
We stopped there to cool off and wash up.
When we finished and started walking away, the Creek was out
of sight, but we could still hear it.
And that's when we heard the sound of rocks moving.
Heavy rocks knocking into each other like something was moving
them or tossing them around. At first we thought it might be
a wild animal, maybe a hog or something.
Rooting around. We were cautious as we
approached, but just before we reached the Creek again, we
heard something take off running.
It sounded like a hog crashing away through the brush, but when
we got close enough to see it wasn't a hog, we caught a brief
but clear glimpse of an ape like creature, tall, upright and
powerful, charging through the brush and away from the brook.
It moved so fast that we only saw it for a few seconds before
it disappeared into thicker cover.
Even in that short moment, its size and shape were obvious.
Once we got down to the Creek bed, we noticed the rocks on the
bank and in the water were disturbed in a very noticeable
way, like something large had moved them around.
Because of all the leaves on the ground, there were no clear
tracks except for one partial print, the upper left side of a
foot pressed into the mud right at the edge of the water.
We didn't have a camera with us so we couldn't document it.
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In March of 2017, a ranching family living in the wooded
outskirts of eastern Texas witnessed an event that left no
doubt in their minds that something extraordinary was
roaming their property. The family's chicken coop was
torn apart during the night, and when they went to investigate at
dawn they saw a massive hair covered creature walking away
toward the tree line holding 2 live chickens under one arm.
The ranch sat at the edge of a small Creek system that cut
through pine and oak forest. The family raised goats, a few
cattle and chickens, keeping the birds in a reinforced wire coop
behind the barn. The area was remote, surrounded
by timber and swampy low ground. The family had occasionally
heard strange cries or knocks from the woods at night, but it
always assumed they were coyotes or owls.
On the evening of March 12th, the family went to bed after
checking the livestock. As usual, the chickens were
secured, the dogs near the porch.
The property lights left on low. Around 2:00 AM, the dogs began
barking wildly. The father got up, shined a
flashlight toward the barn, and thought he saw a brief movement
near the chicken yard, something large and dark moving quickly
past the coop. By morning, the dogs were quiet
again, but when the father stepped outside, he immediately
noticed something wrong. The wire door to the coop was
twisted and hanging open, several boards were splintered
and feathers were scattered across the ground.
At first he thought a coyote had broken, but as he got closer he
realized the damage was too extensive.
The heavy gate latch had been bent upward and a portion of the
wire fence had been peeled back by hand, not clawed or chewed.
He called his wife and teenage son to come out together.
They counted 5 missing chickens and several others dead inside
their coop, their necks broken but uneaten.
As they examined the damage, they found something that made
them stop talking instantly. Large footprints pressed into
the damp dirt near the coop's entrance.
Each was roughly 16 inches long and wide at the ball of the
foot. With clear toe impressions, the
Prince ran in line away from the coop toward the pasture and
creak beyond. The father followed them for
several yards before stopping at the sound of movement.
From behind the barn, about 60 yards away, something tall and
dark stepped into view. At first he thought it was a man
in a heavy coat, but then he realized the proportions were
wrong. The creature was enormous, well
over 8 feet tall, huge across the shoulders, and entirely
covered in brown hair. Its arms hung low to the knees,
and in one arm he carried 2 live chickens, their wings flapping
weakly against its side. The creature walked upright, not
hunched, and its stride was long and even.
It turned slightly as it moved, glancing back in their
direction. The face was visible for a
moment, broad, with a flat nose, deep brow Ridge and small eyes
that caught the morning light. The skin of the face looked
greyish brown, the mouth thin and straight.
Its chest and stomach were covered in thick hair, clumped
and matted with dirt and bits of straw.
The father shouted instinctively, and the creature
stopped. It stood still for a few
seconds, watching them from the pasture's edge.
Then, without any rush, he turned toward the woods and
began walking again. Each step carried it easily over
the uneven ground. The son ran toward the barn to
get a better look, but the mother yelled for him to stay
back. From the distance, they watched
the creature reach the tree line in just a few strides.
When it stepped into the shadows, the size of it became
even more apparent, its head nearly level with the lowest
limbs of the trees. It paused once at the edge,
looked back one final time, then disappeared into the woods.
The family stood silent. The only sound left was the
faint bawling of the goats. The father later said that what
struck him most was how calm the creature appeared.
It didn't run or act startled, only moved with quiet strength,
as if it knew it couldn't be stopped.
After it vanished, they walked the direction it had gone.
The tracks were clear in the damp soil leading across the
pasture toward the Creek. The impressions were deep, with
a long stride about four feet between steps.
The hill marks were pronounced, showing the way it had carried.
One track near the fence line had a faint smear of blood where
a chicken feather was pressed into the mud.
At the Creek they found two more prints on the bank and a wide
area of flattened reeds where the creature had stepped into
the water. The Creek itself was about knee
deep and the opposite bank showed a set of muddy hands
where the creature had climbed out.
The father noted that each print looked like a huge human hand, 5
fingers, broad palms and no claws.
They followed for a short distance but soon lost the trail
where the ground became rocky. When they returned to the house,
they called a relative who worked for the County Sheriff's
Department. He arrived later that morning,
inspected the coop and admitted he had never seen anything like
it. He photographed the tracks but
made no official report suggesting it was likely a prank
or a bear. The family knew better.
There were no bears in that area of Texas, and no person could
have left Prince that size or strength.
That night, the family noticed something else.
Around 10:00 PM, the dogs began barking again, facing the same
direction toward the woods. The father stepped onto the
porch with a flashlight, but saw nothing.
The barking stopped suddenly, replaced by a deep echoing sound
by the tree line, a short chest rattling grunt followed by two
loud knocks like wood striking wood.
The family listened in silence until it faded into the
distance. The next morning, they found a
single chicken feather stuck to the porch rail and several muddy
smears on the ground near the outer fence.
Nothing else was taken over. The following week, they
continued to find signs near the coop, faint footprints, moved
objects, and on one occasion, a fresh indentation on the barn
door about 8 feet high. The family began locking the
chickens in a steel enclosure at night and the disturbances
stopped. The father later described the
creature's appearance in detail. He said it was built like two
men put together, with shoulders wider than a door frame.
The arms were extremely long, the muscles visible even through
the thick hair. The body was proportionate, no
potbelly or hunched posture, but solid and heavy.
The hair was dark brown with hints of grey, tangled and dirty
from the Creek. The head had a slight cone shape
and the neck was short, almost blending into the shoulders.
He said the eyes were the most unsettling part, small, deep set
and dark, showing No Fear when it looked at them.
The expression was calm and intelligent.
The mouth stayed closed and its movements were silent except for
the faint squawk of the chickens it carried.
He noticed its bare feet when it crossed the pasture, wide, flat
and dark in colour, matching the size of the Prince they found.
The mother described the smell that lingered after it passed, a
strong, musky odor like wet animal fur and stagnant water.
It hung in the air for several minutes.
She said it reminded her of something between livestock
bedding and swamp mud, overpowering and unnatural for a
dry morning. The son, who saw it only
briefly, said the creature's size was what frightened him the
most. From his view near the barn, it
looked taller than any person he had ever seen.
Later that week, the father compared the photos of the
Prince to standard measurements. Each foot measured 16 1/2 inches
long and seven inches wide, with five distinct toes.
The stride length averaged over 48 inches.
Based on soil depth and deformation, he estimated the
creature's weight at well over £600.
The family shared the story privately with a few neighbors,
one of whom admitted to hearing strange howls from the same
woods a few nights earlier. Another rancher 2 miles away
reported finding a goat pen damage and animals missing.
That same weekend. The details were similar.
Wire fencing pulled apart by hand, not cut or clawed.
By mid-april, the family noticed no further activity, though the
father occasionally found odd tracks near the Creek after rain
storms. He began carrying a camera on
morning chores, but never saw the creature again.
Months later, he returned to the area where it had entered the
woods. The trees there grew thick with
heavy underbrush and fallen logs.
In the mud, near a low crossing, he found one more print, old but
unmistakable. It matched the same pattern as
before, deep and human shaped, with the same broad toes and
wide heel. He believed it had come for
food. The bait smell of chickens and
grain likely drew it to the barn when it realised it could reach
them. It simply took what it wanted
and left calmly, confident, without fear.
The family has since reinforced all their livestock pens and
installed new lights. But the father says he still
feels uneasy walking near the woods at night.
The memory of that towering creature remains fixed in his
mind. The quiet strength of it, the
calm way it moved and the eerie realisation that it had been
that close to his family. The father keeps the photos in a
small file, along with measurements and written notes
from that morning. He said he doesn't care if
anyone believes him. I know what I saw, he said.
It walked to the woods carrying my chickens.
It wasn't a man and it wasn't a bear.
It was something else completely, a Bigfoot.
In November of 2019, a Deer Hunter in central Utah
experienced an encounter that left him shaken and unable to
return to his usual hunting area.
The event took place early one morning in the foothills of the
Manti LaSalle National Forest, a rugged region of steep ridges,
sage flats and pine draws. The witness of 41 year old
lifelong hunter was alone and glassing A ridgeline for mule
deer when he observed a massive dark figure crawling on all
fours over the Crest of a hill and then, to his disbelief,
rising to its full height and walking upright.
The morning was cold and still, with light frost on the grass
and the first sunlight spreading through the canyons.
The hunter had reached his vantage point before dawn.
Carrying his rifle and spotting scope, he set up about 200 yards
from a low saddle between two ridges, an area where he had
seen deer crossing many times before.
The ground was dry and the forest around him was quiet
except for distant crows. Around 7:15 AM, as he scanned
the slope across from him, movement caught his eye near the
ridgeline. He adjusted the scope and saw
what he assumed was a black bear coming over the top.
The creature was on all fours, moving in a low crawl, its back
rounded and its limbs thick. The size was impressive even at
that distance, larger than any bear he had ever seen in Utah.
It crested the Ridge slowly, using its hands and feet in a
crawling motion, almost like a person.
He watched for several seconds, expecting to see the head of a
bear, or perhaps a dark clothed hiker, but the proportions were
wrong. The forearms were long and
heavily muscled, the elbows high and the shoulders massive.
It paused briefly near the top, keeping low, its body angled
toward him. Through the scope, he could see
the way the morning light hid its hair, dark brown with
lighter streaks where the sun caught it.
The texture looked coarse and matted, not the sleek fur of an
animal. Then it did something that made
his stomach tighten. The creature stopped crawling,
shifted its weight, and slowly rose up onto 2 legs.
It stood completely upright, stretching to a height far
beyond any human. The posture was straight, the
arms hanging low, and for several seconds it stood
silhouetted against the pale sky, perfectly still.
The Hunter's breath caught as he realized he was looking at a
figure nearly 9 feet tall, with a body built like nothing he had
ever seen. Broad chested, thick through the
torso, the legs powerful and long.
The creature turned its head slowly from side to side,
scanning the terrain below. The face was shadowed under the
brow, but the outline showed a sloped forehead and a wide,
square jaw. The hunter felt the sudden urge
to duck behind the brush, afraid it might see him.
He lowered himself slowly until he was below the Crest of the
hill, then peeked again through the brush.
The figure was still standing now, looking downhill as if
watching something. Then it began moving forward,
not walking fast, but with long, heavy strides that covered
ground. Quickly.
Its arm swung naturally, its back straight.
The hunter watched it descend about 30 yards down the opposite
slope before it stopped again. Then, to its shock, it dropped
back to all fours and continued crawling.
The transition from upright to 4 legged was fluid and natural.
The creature's hands pressed flat against the ground, fingers
spread wide, its knees bent and an angle that seemed impossible
for a human. Its body stayed low, its head
slightly lifted as it moved. It covered ground quickly and
quietly, pausing occasionally to look up.
At one point, the hunter caught a glimpse of its face in full
daylight. It had dark, leathery skin under
the hair, a wide, flat nose and deep, set eyes.
The brow was thick, the mouth wide but expressionless.
The hair around the face was shorter than on the body, giving
it a distinct outline. The creature crawled another 20
yards, then stood up again. It scanned the valley briefly
before turning and walking along the slope away from him.
The morning sun lit the side of its body, revealing its sheer
size, thick upper arms, a massive chest, and long legs
covered in dark brown hair. Its head was conical from the
side, blending smoothly into its neck and shoulders.
The arms hung low, and the hands looked large enough to wrap
around a man's torso. The hunter realized that what he
was watching was not a bear, not a person, but a Bigfoot.
He felt both awe and fear. Every instinct told him to
leave, yet he couldn't look away.
He kept the scope steady, following it as it continued
along the Ridge until it disappeared behind a cluster of
Pines. He waited for nearly 15 minutes,
expecting it to reappear, but the forest went silent.
Even the birds stopped calling. Then a low, deep sound rolled
across the Canyon, a single powerful grunt that echoed off
the ridges. It was a short burst of bass
filled resonance that he felt in his chest.
He rose, heart racing. The sound came from the same
direction the creature had gone. After several seconds of
silence, he gathered his gear and began backing down the hill,
keeping his rifle ready but never pointing it.
The forest around him felt heavy and still.
When he reached the lower flat, he realised he could still hear
faint movement above the sound of something large.
Stepping through brush, he didn't stop to look again.
He made his way to his truck and drove out of the area without
looking back. Later that day, curiosity pulled
him to return, but this time he brought a friend.
Together they climbed back to the same Ridge.
At the spot where the creature had crossed, they found
impressions in the loose soil. Large human shaped prints
measuring about 15 inches long and 6 inches wide.
The depth was several inches far deeper than their own boot
prints. The stride between each was
nearly 4 feet. They also found places where the
dirt had been disturbed in a pattern consistent with
crawling. The marks looked like flattened
handprints beside deeper impressions where knees had
pressed into the ground. In one of the hand shaped
prints, the hunter could clearly see five finger marks, each over
an inch wide. The direction of the prints
matched exactly where he had seen the creature move.
The smell of the area was faint but noticeable.
A musky, earthy odor mixed with something sour.
Hunter said it wasn't the smell of decay or rot, but something
strong and organic. They followed the trail for
about 50 yards before it entered a patch of dense timber and
vanished. The trees were spaced tightly,
and several young trees were bent over as if brushed aside.
The friend, skeptical at first, admitted that the size and
stride of the Prince could not be human.
They collected photographs and measurements but decided not to
contact authorities, knowing it would likely lead nowhere.
The hunter instead recorded his own report privately, noting the
date, location and conditions. He described the creature's
behaviour as calculated and purposeful.
It seemed to alternate between crawling and walking based on
the terrain, crawling on the Ridge top where it could be
silhouetted, and walking when moving along the slope or
descending. That suggested awareness of
visibility, something he found deeply unsettling.
He estimated the height at between 8:00 and 9:00 feet when
standing, and the weight well over £700.
The hair length varied, shorter around the head and chest,
longer around the arms and legs. The coloration was mostly dark
brown, with the reddish tint and sunlight.
The head was slightly cone shape and the neck thick and muscular.
The face was deeply set and serious, giving an impression of
intelligence. The hunter said that what
affected him most was not the sighting itself, but the
realization that the creature had been moving with clear
purpose. He felt as though he had
witnessed a glimpse of a creature that was used to
avoiding human detection, capable of switching between
postures to stay concealed. Afterward, he avoided that area
for several months. When he finally returned the
next spring, he found the Ridge grown over with new grass, no
remaining sign of tracks. Still, he said he could never
again sit alone in the field without feeling watched.
In July 2019, a mountain climber camping along a remote Ridge in
British Columbia spotted what appeared to be a massive,
upright hair covered creature standing on a Cliff directly
above his camp. The event occurred during the
early evening in clear weather, with enough daylight for the
witness to make out distinct details of the creature's shape,
size and movements. The encounter lasted several
minutes and left the climber scared and convinced that what
he saw was not a human or any known animal.
The climber had been solo on a three day ascent through a
sparsely travelled section of the Coast Mountains, an area
known for steep cliffs, thick forests and unpredictable
weather. He had set up camp on a flat
shelf below a rocky escarpment near a glacial stream.
The elevation was high enough that snow remained in patches
across the upper slopes even in Midsummer.
By the second night, the sky had cleared completely, the light
lingered late, and visibility was excellent.
The climber spent the evening making notes in his logbook and
preparing for the final section of his climb.
The next morning. The air was still and no wind
moved through the trees. The silence was deep, broken
only by distant water runoff from melting ice higher up in
the mountain. As the sun dropped lower, long
shadows formed across the rock face.
Above his camp, the slope rose sharply to a vertical Cliff
about 200 feet high, covered in scattered spruce and patches of
Moss. It was against this Cliff that
he saw movement. He first noticed it around 845
PMA, dark, solid figure standing still on the Cliff ledge above
him. At first he assumed it was
another climber, but the location didn't make sense.
The ledge was narrow and no trail access from either side.
It was a place that would be difficult, even dangerous, for a
person to reach without equipment.
The figure was motionless, facing directly toward his camp.
The sunlight caught the edges of it, revealing texture rather
than clothing. Dark, uneven hair that covered
the entire body. The proportions were striking
tall, wide through the shoulders and standing in an upright
stance. He estimated the height at 8 to
9 feet based on the rockledge and the nearby spruce trees.
For scale, the chest was deep, the arms long, and the head sat
low between the shoulders. Without a visible neck.
The figure remained completely still for nearly a minute,
watching. Then, without turning, it
shifted its weight from one leg to another, a slow, heavy motion
that sent a few small stones tumbling down the Cliff.
The climber's stomach dropped as he realized how enormous and
solid the figure truly was. Through binoculars, the details
became clear. The creature's body was massive
and heavily built. The arms hung low, reaching to
its knees. The torso was thick, the
shoulders extremely broad. The hair covering it was long
and dark brown. It looked coarse and matted in
places, particularly around the back and upper legs.
The head was conical, sloping back from a heavy brow Ridge.
The face was partially visible, flat, wide, and shadowed by the
overhanging rock. The brow projected forward and
its eyes appeared dark, almost reflective in the fading light.
The nose was broad and flat and the jawline heavy.
The mouth was closed, the lips thin and straight.
The creature's breathing was visible even at a distance.
Its chest expanded and fell rhythmically.
It appeared completely at ease on the Cliff, balanced and sure
footed. Every part of its body looked
built for strength and endurance.
For several minutes the creature stood facing the camp, unmoving.
The climber, frozen in place, watched through binoculars from
his tent opening. He described feeling an
immediate sense of being observed, that the creature was
fully aware of him, but showed No Fear.
After a long pause, the figure began to move slowly along the
ledge. Its gait was smooth and fluid.
It took long, steady strides, each step silent despite the
gravelly surface. The arm swung slightly with each
movement, long and heavy and controlled.
At one point it stopped again and crouched, lowering its upper
body. The motion was slow.
Then it reached out, one arm steading itself on the Rockwall
as it leaned over the edge toward the camp below.
The climber could see the width of its back and the definition
of muscles shifting under the hair.
The creature remained like that, crouched and watching for nearly
half a minute before standing upright again.
At that moment, the climber realized how exposed he was.
His camp sat directly below the Cliff with no cover.
The vertical rise above him meant he was in full view, and
he had nowhere to retreat but down slope, which was steep and
rocky. He slowly backed away from the
tent, put out his camp stove and knelt beside a rock outcrop.
His hands were shaking. Through the binoculars, the
creature remained visible, still standing at the edge of the
Cliff. It tilted its head once, a small
smooth motion that gave the impression of curiosity or
assessment. The action was distinctly human
like, but performed by something that was clearly not human.
The creature then stepped back slightly from the ledge,
blending partially with the darker rock behind it.
The climber lost sight of it for a moment as the light dimmed
further. Then a faint scraping sound came
from higher up the slope, stones dislodging and falling.
The sound was slow and rhythmic, like footsteps on loose terrain.
The climber turned on his headlamp and stayed still,
listening. The noise continued moving
laterally along the Ridge above his position, the crunch of
shifting rock echoed faintly, then stopped.
A few seconds later he heard another sound, a low, drawn out
exhale. It came from the same direction,
far above, yet strong enough to carry down the slope.
The air was cold and still, making the sound distinct.
The tone was deep and powerful, like air forced through an
enormous chest. He scanned the Ridge again.
The faint shape of the creature reappeared, standing against the
lighter backdrop of sky. It was facing West now, the
profile visible against the horizon.
The sloping head, the massive shoulders, the long arms hanging
at its sides. The climber watched it for
several more seconds before it moved again, stepping slowly
toward a line of trees farther up.
Its stride was smooth and even, covering ground quickly despite
the incline. The upper body swayed slightly
with each step, a motion that looked natural for its size, and
within a minute it reached the trees and disappeared from sight
completely. The climber remained awake for
hours, unable to shake the image from his mind.
The area above his camp stayed silent.
No rocks fell, no sounds returned.
Every so often he thought he saw a faint movement along the
Ridge, but the moonlight and shadows made it impossible to
tell. The forest below was quiet, the
kind of silence that feels heavy and unnatural.
Sometime after midnight, he heard a faint cracking sound in
the distance, the snapping of wood followed by a low, short
exhale. It came from higher up than
faded entirely. He stayed awake until dawn,
gripping his ice axe, listening for any further movement.
At first light, the climber packed his gear and moved toward
the base of the Cliff. The slope was steep, littered
with loose stone and brush. The air was crisp and cold, the
rising sun cutting sharp lines of shadow across the Ridge.
When he reached the spot directly below where the
creature had stood, he found clear disturbances in the
ground. Several stones were freshly
dislodged and scattered down slope.
Higher up, near the base of the Cliff, a large impression marked
where something heavy had stood, the gravel surface compacted
into a shallow Oval shape nearly 2 feet across.
He could not see clear footprints on the rocks itself,
but faint drag Marks and disturbed Moss suggested
movement along the ledge. He climbed halfway up the lower
slope, using the binoculars to scan the top of the Cliff where
the creature had disappeared. There were no signs of human
activity, no ropes, no footprints, no paths of ascent
or descent. What stood out most was the
remoteness of that ledge. Reaching it would have required
scaling vertical rock or approaching from a distant Ridge
that took hours to access. No hiker or climber would have
been up there casually, especially not at dusk.
The climbers description of the creature remained consistent and
detailed. It's estimated height of 8 to 9
feet came from visible comparison to the Rockwall,
which he later measured using rope markings.
The body width was proportional, massive but balanced.
The shoulder spanned nearly 4 feet across and the head was
conical rather than rounded. The hair length varied shorter
across the torso, longer on the arms and upper back.
In several spots he noticed the hair move slightly with the wind
revealing thick muscle underneath.
The hands were not clearly visible, but the length of the
arms and their hang suggested proportionally large hands.
The way it stood upright, relaxed and sure footed
convinced him it was not an animal walking on hind legs.
The control in its movement, the stillness of its stance, and the
intelligence behind its observations were unmistakable.
The encounter left a strong impression of deliberate
observation. The creature had approached the
Cliff quietly, taken a position of advantage directly above the
camp, and remained there long enough to study the climbers
actions. It didn't appear curious in a
random sense, it seemed to be watching intentionally.
Its lack of vocalizations or obvious aggression added to the
unease. The slow breathing and
occasional low exhale were the only sounds it made.
The silence, combined with its confidence in staying visible,
suggested complete control of the situation.
The climber described its demeanour as calm but dominant,
as though it knew it was being watched but didn't care.
It had no reason to retreat quickly.
It simply stood, observed and left when it chose to.
The climber decided to end his expedition early.
He descended the slope carefully checking for tracks or further
sign. None appeared.
The only evidence remained the disturbed gravel and the faint
impressions where it had stood. By late morning he reached lower
elevation where other hikers occasionally passed through.
He spoke to no one about the event at the time, fearing
disbelief, but his account was written in his logbook that same
day. Exact time, distance and
description recorded. In mid-december 2011, a 16 year
old girl from northern Florida had an encounter on a dark rural
Rd. that she still struggles to explain.
The event took place on A2 lane stretch of county highway
bordered by thick pine woods and open pasture several miles
outside of Live Oak. The road was quiet, unlit, and
lined by ditches. It was a mild winter evening
with patchy fog and no other traffic for miles.
The girl was returning home with her mother after visiting
relatives. Her mother drove, and she sat in
the front passenger seat, half asleep, watching the headlights
cut through the fog. They were less than 10 minutes
from home when the first movement caught her eye, a
sudden flash of motion in the woods beside the road.
She sat up and looked out the window.
Something large was moving parallel to the car.
At first she thought it was a deer, but the shape was all
wrong. The figure was tall, massive
through their shoulders and upright.
Its long arm swung as it ran, keeping pace with the car even
though they were going nearly 45 miles an hour.
The headlights caught a glimpse of it between the trees, a dark,
heavy built form covered in what looked like hair.
She shouted for her mother to look, but by the time her mother
turned, the creature had fallen back into the darkness.
The girl kept staring out the side window, trying to see where
it went. Then, only seconds later, it
reappeared, this time closer, bursting from the edge of the
trees into the ditch that ran beside the road.
Its stride was long and fast, knees lifting high, arms
swinging powerfully. The girl's mother pressed the
accelerator, the car picking up speed, but the thing kept up
easily, running on 2 legs just beyond the passenger side
window. In the glow of the headlights,
the girl could see its detail more clearly now Tall, at least
8 feet thick from shoulder to hip and covered in dark brown
hair, the face was shadowed, but not animal like.
She could see the forehead sloping back from heavy brow
ridges, the nose broad and flat, the jaw line strong and square.
The creature's movements were astonishingly smooth.
Its long arm swung with each step, and its head stayed level
even at high speed. Its eyes reflected orange,
glancing once toward the car before locking back on the road
ahead. The car now approached a bend
where the trees opened to a field.
The creature veered closer, leaving the ditch and stepping
directly onto the shoulder of the road.
For several seconds it ran only a few feet from the car, its
upper body clearly visible from the side window.
The girl could see the steam of its breath in the cold air and
the movement of thick muscles under the hair.
The mother screamed and tried to accelerate, but the small sedan
struggled on the uneven pavement.
The creature surged ahead slightly, then swung 1 long arm
across its body and struck the rear of the car, a heavy,
resounding impact that shook the vehicle and sent its wing.
The noise was like a deep metallic thud, followed by the
scrape of a hand or arm across the trunk lid.
The girl turned in her seat just in time to see the creature
slowing down, still on 2 legs. As it dropped back toward the
roadside, its handprint was faintly visible in the
condensation on the rear window. 5 wide fingers and a massive
palm. The creature kept running for
several more strides, then turned sharply and vanished into
the darkness of the Pines. The entire chase lasted less
than a minute. When it ended, the girl and her
mother were both terrified. The mother kept driving, afraid
to stop. They didn't speak until they
reached their driveway, where the mother immediately got out
to inspect the car. On the trunk was a deep round
dent about 6 inches wide with scratches running diagonally
away from it. The paint was scuffed and there
were smears of dark residue mixed with moisture and dust.
They took photos that same night.
In the flash, the dent looked clean and fresh.
The scratches were deep enough to expose bare metal beneath the
paint. The girl told her exactly what
she saw, a massive hair covered creature that ran beside the car
and hid it deliberately. Later that week, the family
reported the incident privately to a local wildlife officer.
He examined the car but offered no clear explanation.
The officer's report was never made public and no follow up
investigation was recorded. The witnesses, however, remained
consistent in their statements. The girl described the
creature's size, gait and appearance and detail.
She said the hair looked thick and slightly glossy in the light
and dark brown. The skin visible on its face
appeared leathery and greyish. The arms were long and heavily
built, the shoulders broad, and the torso tapered slightly
toward the waist. The creatures run was the most
unnatural thing about it, impossibly smooth for its size.
There was no up and down bounce, only forward motion.
She said it looked like watching something glide, even though its
legs were clearly moving. For weeks afterward, the girl
experienced nightmares about the moment the creature turned its
head toward her. She recalled its eyes glowing
faintly from the headlights, not a strong shine, but a dull
orange red glint deep within the sockets.
Its face had a serious, almost intent expression.
The look stayed with her. Over time, the event gained
quiet attention among local residents.
Several neighbors reported hearing deep, echoing howls that
same winter from the pine forest behind their properties.
Others mentioned seeing large, shadowy shapes crossing roads
late at night. None matched the clarity of what
the girl saw, but the region had a long history of strange
reports, from heavy footfalls near homes to mutilated
livestock and tree knocks heard at night.
The area itself was ideal habitat for something large to
remain hidden. The road ran between old pine
tracks and swamp corridors that connected to the Sewanee River
basin. Thick vegetation, dense Palmetto
and a network of old logging trails made it easy for wildlife
to move on seen. The Girl later revisited the
location during the day to see if the distance had been
misleading. Standing on the shoulder, she
realized that the creature's upper body, to be visible above
the car roof, would have to stand well over 8 feet tall.
She measured the approximate area where she saw it strike the
trunk and noted that even with its arm lowered, the reach
required was enormous. Neither of them ever saw the
creature again, but the memory of that night stayed vivid.
They agreed that the behaviour seemed almost territorial.
The way it paced the car, struck it once and then retreated,
suggested it wanted to intimidate rather than harm.
The calculated nature of the action, running alongside,
staying even with the vehicle, then delivering a single precise
blow, implied intelligence and control.
When she looks back on that December night, the girl says
the most haunting part wasn't the impact or the damage to the
car, it was the realization that something that large and
powerful could move that fast and vanish into the dark like it
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