I'm Lynn Smith, and welcome to the Bigfoot Project.
Grab your favorite drink, settle into your chair, and prepare
yourself for another night of scary Bigfoot encounters.
This encounter occurred October 15th, 1994 in Greenbrier County,
West Virginia. Many years ago while camping in
Monongahela National Forest in the fall with my family, my son
and I decided to walk around part of the lake at night time.
It was a beautiful bright night. The temperature was in the 50s.
We came upon a marshy area just off the trail.
There was a Meadow at the edge of the lake.
We heard a loud commotion and sticks breaking.
We stopped to look, thinking that it may have been campers
looking for firewood. I saw two very large black
upright creatures ripping branches and bark from the
trees. It appeared that they were
eating the bark. My son and I were about 125 feet
away at the most. I was so scared and in
disbelief. I quietly told my son, he was
10, to move slowly down to the ground.
We crouched behind a rock and watched over 15 minutes.
I have never sweat like this my entire life.
I was so frightened. The smallest of the two had an
arm reach about 10 to 12 feet. The larger of the two was.
Several feet higher. All of a sudden the two stepped
back into the darkness of the woods and a third one stepped
out. This one was unbelievably tall.
We only watched a few more seconds and I told my son we
have to run. We ran non-stop back to my
family's camper. My dad did not believe us.
He thought it was a bear. I told him that there was no way
it was a bear. Even a grizzly was not as tall
as the smallest one's arm reach. I grew up in the area and I
spent a lot of time in the woods and it takes a lot to frighten.
Me. The next day I went to the same
spot and found several feet of tree branches and smaller limbs
at the base of several trees. The trees had been stripped of
branches and bark through the years.
I stopped talking about it because I felt like no one
believed me or my son. After this, I have been very
curious as to what this could be.
I have spent a lot of time camping in all seasons,
including winter here. While free diving, I found
numerous large tracks crossing shallow areas of the lake in
water up to 8 feet deep. Most recently, in the winter of
2005, my wife and I camped for a month in this area looking for
clues. In late December we went back
for a few days in the snow when there was no one else around.
This time, however, I think it found us all.
That night we heard loud knocking in several locations, 1
not far from our tent. It was almost as if they were
signalling each other from across the lake.
This was so loud I believe you could.
Hear it for. Miles, my three dogs were
extremely frightened and very quiet.
Normally they would be barking. We have talked to many locals in
the area. Most people keep to themselves
in these parts. I can understand this.
One lady we met did not know our story and we asked her if she
had ever seen anything strange in the area.
She said that she would walk her dogs around the same lake in the
mornings after her husband went to work.
Both dogs are large and not afraid of anyone.
As they walk near the picnic area, she noticed a figure at
the edge of the woods. It was summertime and the figure
was covered from head to toe in dark fur.
She knew then that it was not human.
Both of her dogs were terrified and would not bark, and they
tried to hide behind her. She backed away and it
disappeared into the woods. Since then, she will not go
back. Another incident was told to me
by my parents who were skeptical about my stories.
They were camping last fall and there was only another man
camping there. They jokingly asked him if he
had seen any bigfoots lately. He got quiet for a moment and
told them that a few nights before he had been camping
outside the campground in A roadside spot.
He had a small dog with him. Just before midnight he turned
off his Lantern and was going to bed.
His dog had a certain bark for people he knew and one for
strangers. The man told my dad that the dog
almost ripped the blinds off the camper and was barking
frantically at something outside the camper.
He knew something was wrong so he grabbed his pistol.
When he went to the door he saw a very large black shadow walk
between the fire and the camper. This made his hair stand on end.
He left the next day. I would love to go and spend
more time in the area and show someone what I believe are
hotspots. After the first sightings, I
have been convinced they do exist.
Stephen Willis, an investigator with the BFRO, interviewed the
witness and found his story to be very compelling.
He did not waver from the written report and added even
more details. The witness and his family spend
a significant amount of time outdoors.
They tend camp at least once each month, all year long.
He had visited Sherwood Lake on several occasions in all
seasons. He observed a Mountain Lion and
cub on a spring camping trip to Sherwood.
Once during a winter camping weekend, he discovered eight
holes through the ice which resembled A trackway.
They led across a short section of the lake, beginning where it
looked as if something had slid down the embankment to the ice.
The holes were spaced and an interval he could not match
while walking on the frozen surface.
The witnesses dogs mentioned in this report were Rottweiler and
Pitbull. Neither breed is recognized as
timid and they have not repeated the abnormal behaviour.
Truck driver vows to never drive on Hwy. 78 in Imperial County,
California again after a Bigfoot approached his trailer.
Investigation report by BFRO investigator Richard H.
The witness is a 31 year old semi truck driver and he was
returning home to Holtville when he pulled over to spend a few
hours sleeping on a dirt pull out that truckers use along that
lonely stretch of desert highway.
The witness's encounter included a visual of the creature, a very
strong smell, and a loud grunt. The first thing the witness
noticed when he pulled off the road was the strong, dead
decaying skunk smell. So when he stopped the truck he
turned off the engine. He left the headlights on just
in case he might step on something as he stepped out of
his truck to take care of business on the passenger side.
As he was standing alongside of the passenger side of the truck
he began hearing rocks falling like an animal was walking down
a mountainside. At about this time the dead
skunk smell which was bad got even worse, like a gagging type
of smell. At that instant he observed this
long haired large framed creature walking in front of his
truck and through his headlights and then across the road making
a loud grunting noise. Now this last series of events
put the witness in a very frightened mode and he had the
strong feeling that he had to get out of there.
Now, I asked the witness a few specific questions about just
what he saw that evening in late November 1999.
Describe the area in which the incident occurred.
It was a dirt pullout that truckers use for sleeping a few
hours. The area is a total desert
setting that is located on Hwy. 78 as it crossed the Chocolate
Mountains in Imperial County of California.
Whereabout in Imperial County did this happen?
It is located about 20 or so miles north of Glamis, CA and
about 30 miles South of Blythe CA on Hwy. 78.
What was the distance you would estimate that you were from it?
About 20 to 25 feet away. What was your first reaction?
At first I was startled and caught off guard and that turned
into amazement and then quickly turned to that scared feeling.
What was it doing? It was walking away from me in
front of my truck and across the road like it is bow legged and I
could only see its left rear side in the headlights.
Did it stand on 2 legs and did it ever go down on all fours?
Only saw it use its two legs as it walked across the road and it
never went down on all fours. Was it covered with hair and
what colour was it? It was covered with hair on the
half that I saw and the colour was a dark brown but the back
looked greyish. The upper hair looked to be
longer and seemed to flow as it moved.
What would you estimate its weight and height was?
I thought it might weigh about 650 lbs and its height was about
7 to 7 1/2 feet tall. Did you ever see any facial
features and could you describe them?
No to both, but I did notice that there wasn't much of A neck
and it seemed as if the head was mounted on its well muscled
shoulders. Could you describe the arms?
They seemed long and very muscular and the fingers looked
like they went below the knees. Could you tell if it was a male
or a female? No, but it looked like it could
pick up 1000 LB pallet with no problem.
About how long did you see it? About 5 to 8 seconds.
Did it ever make any noise? Yes, it made a grunting sound as
it crossed the road in front of my truck, like somebody clearing
their throat, but much louder. This is when I sensed the fear
and I knew that I had to get out of there.
Did it ever see you? I don't know.
It had to know that I was there. I only saw one side of it as it
crossed the road. Did you ever smell anything?
Yes, as I said, well in the truck it smelled like a dead
decaying skunk. But as the creature passed in
front of the truck, that smell turned into a gagging smell that
made me sick and I felt that fear that I had to leave now.
There was a slight breeze coming from the creature towards me.
Have you ever discussed this sighting with anyone else or an
agency? No, I've never told anyone, not
even my wife. I just didn't want anybody to
think that I was crazy. In summary, the witness was
adamant and credible in his retelling of his sighting.
I know we might find it difficult to think of this
creature in a desert setting like this, but there is plenty
of game such as deer, snakes, rabbits and other small
creatures that live out there. Water and foliage are provided
by the Colorado River and there are several canals that traverse
that area for the agriculture plantations that permeate
Imperial County. I believe the sound, smell and
the visual of this creature that occurred at about the same
instant caused the witness's fear and made him feel he had to
leave immediately. The witness is half Native
American and he has heard stories from his elders about
the Hairy Man of the Desert who will get you if you are not
good, but he never believed them.
The witness's people also say that if the Hairy One touches
you then you are blessed. He now has a different outlook
about the out of doors. This sighting took place near
Nordegg, Alberta in September 1993 at about 9:00 PM.
There was 14 to 20 other people in the hiking group.
Hello. My sighting took place at a
little camping site called Camp Alexo West of Rocky Mountain
House, east of Nordegg around 10 years ago.
You're probably wondering why I'm just reporting this.
It's because I never knew about this reporting site till today.
The sighting took place when we all decided to take a walk one
night. We all headed down a hill past
the boys cabin. We came to a set of railroad
tracks, turned left and started heading to an old cemetery we
were all told about. We found the cemetery and we all
explored. Some of the graves were from
1800s to the 1900s. After about an hour it started
to get dark so we all decided to head back.
As we were going back up the tracks we all of a sudden heard
one of the girls scream. When we all turned around we saw
her flashlight shining up on this old tower.
I wasn't ready to see what I saw and to this day my hair stands
on end when I tell this. But on top of this tower which
itself was about 40 to 50 feet high stood this creature.
When we all shined our lights on it, it proceeded to jump off the
tower. When it raised its arms to jump
off you could clear as day see the hair hanging from its arms.
But what gets me is how it could jump off this tower like I was
jumping off a 1 foot high curb. After it landed on the ground,
it took off into the bushes. We could clearly hear the trees
breaking as it ran away. All of a sudden there was
silence. Then about a minute later there
was this loud eerily high pitched scream that just went
right through you. I know it was 10 years ago, but
I know what I saw and to the day I die I will say it was him.
A follow up investigation report was done by BFRO investigator
Adrian Ericsson. I talked to RC and IB who were
both 16 at the time and I feel both are credible.
I've talked as well to the manager of the camp, Alexo, who
says that there have been several sightings in the area
over the years and in fact in 1988 Renee Dehindon came out in
the spring and investigated reports in the area.
As I am quite familiar and have worked extensively in this area,
I investigated and discovered that the tower was in fact
wooden cribbing along the railroad that was originally
used to load coal and that depending on where the Sasquatch
was positioned that it likely jumped between 20 to 25 feet to
the ground. RC was impressed by the size,
but the first thing he noticed was the hair on the arms and
added that it didn't appear to have a neck.
The following sighting occurred at the same area of Camp Alexo
in June of 1998. It was mid to late afternoon on
a warm sunny day. I have been going out to this
summer camp out by Nordegg since I was nine years old.
It happened my first time at the camp and it was the second day
there we were all separated and playing a wide game.
A game in which the camp's attendant are stretched out
across the camp's entire boundaries, and I got lost from
the group of people I was going around with.
I was searching for them, running through the woods
between the Pioneer cabin and the Webster cabin when I tripped
and fell over a log. I noticed it as I was getting
up. It was very tall with this dark
matted brown fur. The face looked almost human but
with a very wide bone structure, slightly extended pinched nose
and a wide mouth. He, I think it was a he, was
standing upright with his very large hand holding on to the
tree next to him. After a glance that lasted but a
moment I screamed and he walked away.
I kept screaming and stared into the place he had just vacated
for a bit longer before running till I found a path and came to
find my group at Pioneer Cabin, the southernmost cabin.
A very disturbing encounter at Camp Alexo occurred in late
19856. Hunters were set up deep in the
woods not far from the graveyard.
It was their first night out and they were sitting around the
campfire chatting. They heard something screaming
in the forest, but they brushed it off.
Whatever it was, continued hollering for a good portion of
the night. The men had their rifles and
were prepared for any problems that would arise.
Anyway, the next morning the men investigated the general area of
which they thought the screams are coming from.
They found nothing. They spent the remainder of the
day hunting and when they returned to the camp they had a
number of kills. By the time they finished
hanging and skinning the animals, they were exhausted and
decided to go to bed. Within 10 minutes of laying
down, they began to hear the screams again.
There was four of us in the big fifth wheel and two of them in
the camper, which was maybe 15 feet away.
Anyways, the guy who owned the fifth wheel was sleeping closest
to the door and we could hear this thing getting louder and
louder. It was getting closer.
Whatever the animal was, it was making a noise that sounded to
the witness like it was walking right inside the camp.
It finally sounded like it was right outside the window looking
in at us when the guy who owned the fifth wheel jumped out with
his rifle loaded. I was half asleep but I remember
him yelling and then hearing 3 gunshots, then hearing some
really loud screams twice as loud as we heard before.
When the man re entered, the witness recalls he was shaking
from fright. He told them that he had seen a
Sasquatch. He described it as 7 1/2 feet
tall and hairy. After he shot at it, it ran on 2
legs back into the Bush. The next day, even though it had
rained that night, the men did manage to find tracks in the
mud. They did look too big for bear
tracks and they were long and narrow like a person's, but you
just couldn't tell. And of course I had no camera.
This was in 1985. Anyways, that morning the guy
packed up everything and went home and to this day he will
never go back in there again. The witness continues to hunt in
there even to day, but admits the place creeps him out.
I've haunted in thereafter for deer, elk and chickens.
Whenever I'm walking in there, I'm always looking over my
shoulder. You just get the feeling like
something is following you. You know, I've haunted in a lot
of places but never feel anything like I do there.
Cambridge Sighting Guernsey County, Ohio Brookville, IN
Resident Sean Meckley used to live in Cambridge, OH until
1993. His home was located on the
extreme West End of Cambridge on Westview Road at the junction of
it and McPherson Rd. Bigfoot was a part of Sean's
life as well as his parents and siblings too.
They didn't discuss it with others outside of their own
family for fear of being made fun of or called crazy, but they
feel certain that some of their neighbors had had to have heard
the screams, howls and wood knocks at night.
Those living nearby might even have witnessed the creatures,
like the members of the Meckley family did on more than one
occasion. One night, as Sean and his two
brothers lay in their beds, they heard stomping outside their
bedroom window at the end of their mobile home on Westview
Rd. Shuffling noises were heard,
followed by a loud The whole end of the trailer fell as something
knocked it off its concrete block foundation.
On another occasion one night around 10:30 PM, Sean and his
family were inside their home playing cards.
Sean was sitting with his back to the window and for some
reason he turned around and looked outside.
He got the shock. Of his life when he saw a huge,
dark, hairy creature crouched down staring back at him.
The very next night they heard noises outside and opened the
trailer door to see a Sasquatch standing next to their mobile
home, its head matching the height of the roof. 6 people
witnessed this, but again they were reluctant to discuss it
outside of their own family. One night, the sounds of rocks
were heard as they bounced off the sides and top of their home.
They opened the door and shone a flashlight into the darkness.
They discovered on a tree stump in their yard a large Bigfoot
just sitting there watching their trailer.
Its eyes glowed an eerie yellowish white reflection as
the beam of light made contact with the beast.
Another time, 3 of the boys were walking down Westview Rd. around
6:30 in the late afternoon. It was still daylight outside.
They heard a noise from the woods beside the road and
stopped and stared in that direction.
A moment later they saw a Bigfoot bolt from the area where
they had heard the sound, only to be followed by another and
then another three. All together.
They ran back home in fright. John says that they used to go
back into the wooded area around his home and near the junkyard
that was owned by the Rayburn family.
They found twisted broken trees and structures that he called
nests. They also found caves.
Sometimes they would see large barefooted tracks along the
Creek, some bigger than human size.
And then there were the screams and howls at night.
Did other families beside the Meclis hear them, too?
In 1992, a year before Sean moved away to Indiana.
He said. There was a traffic accident on
US Route 40 between the Ohio State Patrol barracks and Tunnel
Hill. That would put.
It right about even with the back end of Rayburn's junkyard.
A car had turned over onto its top and a female was trapped
inside the vehicle. Sean says that he and his family
members all had police scanners and CB radios in those days and
they listened to the chatter on them all the time.
There were reports of a hairy creature coming out of the woods
and getting to the car. I can only assume that if this
is true, someone had to have witnessed it.
It must have heard the driver moaning or screaming, or maybe
it saw the accident. But anyway, it pulled the door
off the upside down car and threw it down, then Lombard back
into the swampy area from where it came.
Sean says that the CB radio and police scanner were overwhelmed
with talk of a Bigfoot being seen at the area of the wreck.
Several different transmissions were heard that night in
reference to what had taken place.
A short while later, after things had quieted down, they
started hearing reports from the scanner on the sheriff's
frequency and then the Ohio State Patrols channel that the
whole Bigfoot thing was not true.
Yes, there had really been an accident at that location, but
no Bigfoot was seen that night. Really.
I wonder Coon hunting horror. Adams and Skioto Counties, Ohio
16 year old Steve Ernst was very excited to finally get an
invitation to go Coon hunting with his friend and the friend's
stepfather. Along with one other man.
They left after sundown from their home in Brown County and
headed E toward the Shawnee State Forest on the eastern edge
of Adams and Schiotto counties. When the hunters arrived, the
dogs were released from their boxes in the back of the truck
and they vanished into the night in search of coons to tree for
their masters. After going two or three miles
deep into the rugged terrain of southern Ohio's hills and
hollows, it began to snow, making the late October night a
little bit colder. Steve was the first one to see
them, bare human like footprints that were adjacent to the Creek
bank. He was following some 10 to 15
of them. They looked very genuine in the
fresh dusting of new snow that had just begun to cover the
ground. How the older guys were able to
pull this off was a mystery to him.
With it being so cold and everything, how could they have
taken off their shoes and socks and left barefoot tracks for him
to find? Plus they looked huge, 16 inches
long and six or seven inches wide.
At least the tracks had gone up high on the bank and out of
sight of the small light affixed to his head.
Steve circled back and approached the 2 elder hunters
and said something like nice try guys trying to scare us with
those big footprints. These men had not seen the
tracks yet and had no clue as to what Steve was talking about so
they continued on the way they had been headed.
When the group arrived at the trackway again, Steve accused
the two older men of having made the prints to scare the boys.
He was very soon to dismiss that thought when the actions of the
two adults convinced them that they weren't responsible for
this deed. Nope.
The two men grew very concerned when they examined the tracks.
They told the two boys to quicken their pace and not get
out of sight of each other. They continued following the far
off barking of the dogs and not long after finding the large
footprints, something else happened that gave them all
quite a scare. Off in the.
Distance but still visible appeared what looked like a blue
ball of flame, not an orb, but an actual flame, as if from a
fire or a propane. Stove it was even.
Flickering around the edges as the foursome continued, now at a
hastened pace, the blue flame kept up with them, some distance
away, but still visible. This continued for over an hour,
and whenever the men would stop, the blue flame would also stop,
as if it was watching them, waiting for them.
The two adults tried to act brave and protective of the two
boys, but Steve could tell that the men were afraid of this
flame too. Finally, the glow disappeared
and the group felt great relief. That soon changed when a
mournful moaning sound came from the darkness and frightened them
all again. It sounded like a woman in pain
or grieving, then crying. Steve felt the hair on the back
of his neck stand up as one of the men cried.
What in the bleep is that? Which was followed by the
command. Let's go.
In their haste to get out of the woods and back to the truck,
there was a time when they lost their way and they weren't even
sure which direction to head. All the while, the moaning,
crying sounds from the dark woods followed them and
continued scaring and tormenting the group next.
As if that weren't enough, these noises were replaced with what
sounded exactly like a baby crying, just like an infant that
needs fed or changing. This went on for about 10
minutes as the group scrambled along, now headed in the right
direction of the truck. Finally, the crying stopped, and
the only sound the hunters heard besides their own hearts
pounding in their chests and their own feet running towards
the safety of the truck was the cracking and breaking of sticks
and brush as something unseen, something very big, trailed
along behind them as if escorting them out of the woods.
As they neared the truck parked by the edge of the woods, the
noises behind them stopped. It seemed like their guide had
done his job in seeing them back to their ride.
They piled into the vehicle and while placing some of their gear
in the bed of the truck, they were surprised to see all of the
coonhounds already huddled in their boxes, as if they too had
a terrifying ordeal in the Shawnee State Forest that night,
one of which none of them will ever forget.
This report was recorded by Tall H Branco, field researcher and
investigator of the RFP Research project.
The encounter occurred in Johnson County, Arkansas,
October 2002. S of Low Gap and northeast of
Harmony, which is a mountainous part of the Ozark National
Forest. The witness is a mature man who
has lived in the area for many years and lived for a few years
in a northeastern state where he haunted bear using a nuisance
animal permit from the state. He is an avid hunter and his
haunted bear, deer, wild hog, small animals and predators in
Arkansas. He is very familiar with all the
classified animals in the Ozarks and familiar with odors and
sounds produced by these animals.
The day of the encounter the witness had driven alone in a
Nissan pickup truck about 3/4 of a mile into the hollow where he
parked without turning the truck around.
It was alone and did not lock it.
He had board an old Remington semi automatic 22 caliber rifle
which was equipped with A3 by 9/1 inch scope with which he was
going to use to hunt squirrels. He walked up the old road 100
yards or so from the truck when he noticed a live cedar tree to
the left of the road which had been broken and twisted, and the
top bend to the centre of the road and pointing to the North
East. He saw that the brake was about
8 feet off the ground and the trunk was slightly larger than
his upper arm at the point of the break.
The witness had been in the area recently and had not seen the
broken tree and he knew there had been no winds in the area
since that time which it would have broken it.
He studied the tree for a minute or two and after he was unable
to determine how it had been broken, he continued up the
road. After walking about 25 yards, he
saw there was another cedar tree on the right side of the road
which is also alive, about the same size and broken in the same
fashion, with the top pointed in the same direction as the first.
At that time he became very interested in determining what
had broken the trees and why. He stated he could see they were
not simply broken by the weight of a bear, as the tops were
twisted after being broken so that they pointed in the same
direction. He was baffled by the way the
trees had been broken and although he soon continued
walking up the old road, he could not help but think about
how odd the conditions appeared at the time.
The Creek bottom was heavily timbered with large oak, Hickory
and pine trees and he soon became preoccupied with stalking
and shooting a few fox squirrels.
About 30 minutes before dusk he began to notice that the normal
sounds of the birds, especially those of the large woodpeckers
that call that time of day around their nest trees and
insects, were missing. Just about that time, he heard
the loud sound of a hollow tree being struck 3 or 4 times by
what sounded like a rock or green stick.
The sounds somewhat alarmed him because they were coming from
behind him and he placed the sounds not far from his truck.
He immediately thought that someone was messing with his
truck and since it was left unlocked, he turned quickly and
started back down the road. The witness was walking at a
fast pace and was soon within 150 yards of the truck.
At that point, he heard a soft grunt from the woods to his
left. He looked in the direction of
the sound and noticed a movement in the woods at an angle of.
About 45°. He froze immediately and saw a
large figure in a squatting position behind a very thin veil
of brush about 35 to 40 yards away.
He immediately thought he was seeing a cinnamon phase bear
because of its colour, but he quickly realized what he was
seeing was not a bear. The creature was squatting on
its haunches with its knees spread slightly and with its two
long arms extended between its knees and with balled up fists
resting on the ground in front of its.
Feet. The animal was staring directly
at him and slowly rocking its body side to side and making
short grunting and clicking chirping sounds with its mouth,
the witness stated. He was frozen in shock for two
or three seconds and suddenly he had an overpowering fear that
the animal was going to charge him, he said.
By reflex, he raised the rifle in a split second and tried to
shoot the animal just below its chin.
He said the animal appeared to have no neck and hit the spine
to disable it. When the bullet hit the animal,
it stood upright with its arms hanging to its side.
The animal turned its whole body and began running up the slope
of the Ridge. The witness stated the animal
had actually been squatted only a few yards from the base of the
Ridge at that point. As soon as the animal wheeled
and started crashing through the smaller timber on the slope of
the Ridge, the witness stated he emptied the rifle at the running
animal's back. He stated he thought the rifle
held 15 long rifle cartridges and he was sure that at least
seven of those bullets struck the animal.
About the time the rifle clicked to indicate it was empty, he
heard the animal stop running. He then realized the animal was
at a point directly up the Ridge from his truck and that he was
standing with an empty rifle. He then bolted to the truck as
fast as he could run. He threw the gun into the bed of
the truck and jumped inside the cab.
Just before he did so, he heard the animal crashing through the
timber again and it sounded to him as if the animal was running
towards the truck. He started the truck and threw
it into reverse to turn it around.
He. Backed it into a tree, quickly
put the truck in forward gear and tried to turn around in a
very narrow road and in his haste struck another tree with
the front of the truck. After banging the truck through
the timber and over large rocks, he finally got it back on the
road and drove at breakneck speed out of the hollow.
He never saw the animal during that process, and he has not
haunted in that hollow again. When the witness first seen the
creature, it was facing him and squatted in the position of a
man taking a dump in the woods. The man said the animal's legs
were spread and its arms were between its knees, with its
hands made into fists resting on the ground.
He stated the animal was covered in reddish brown hair that in
most places appeared to be about 3 inches long.
On the forearms, he saw the hair appear to be shorter and not as
thick as that on the rest of its body.
He stated the head possessed A conical shape similar to that of
a mature male gorilla. The animal had no visible neck
or ears, and although he stared at the face, he was unable to
discern any facial features because of the Halo of hair
around his face. After he fired the first shot
and the animal leapt to the upright position, he noticed the
hair on its head and shoulders were noticeably lighter in color
than the hair elsewhere. He also noticed the hair on its
knees was discolored and he thought those areas were covered
with a light coating of mud and water.
He said when standing erect and later when running, the legs
appeared to be thick and powerful but slightly bowed.
He particularly noted when it was standing upright, the
animal's arms were large and long and hung alongside the body
like a human's, rather than protruding forward like the
front legs of a bear. Standing erect on its back legs,
he said the animal appeared to be about 7 feet tall with a
muscular build. He said for its height the upper
body did not look proportionally large.
The witness said he could not see breasts or genitalia to
determine the sex of the animal, although he was sure it had no
pronounced breasts like those of a mature woman.
He stated he believed the animal would weigh somewhat more than
400 lbs. When the animal ran away, its
legs were noticeably bent and its long strides were fluid like
while running. Its long arms were said to be
swinging in what appeared to be an exaggerated but fluid motion.
While the animal was squatted, the witness said it was making
short, low volume, grunting and chirping, clicking sounds with
its mouth. He stated the sounds were
somewhat similar to, but different from those made by
hogs and bears. He stated that when the first
shot hit the animal, it made a loud, short grunt, but he did
not believe it made any sounds as it ran off.
The only sounds he remembered hearing during that time were
the sounds of breaking limbs and brush and the thuds made by the
animal's feet as they struck the ground.
The witness also stated that shortly before he saw the
animal, he smelled A foul odour which he described as being a
mix of smells of rotten meat and a sewer treatment plant.
After the witness encountered the animal, he said that he made
the mistake of telling some of his Co workers about the
incident. He said that he had had caught a
lot of Flack in ribbing about the incident and after a while
he refused to talk to anyone about it.
It is significant to note that the witness had, prior to his
encounter, haunted this part of the Ozarks for many years, both
day and night, and had never seen evidence of these animals
and never knew they existed in this part of the country.
Many of the area residents who hunt in the hollows off the
southern front of the Ozark Mountains in Johnson and
adjoining counties have for years reported encounters with
large human like creatures. Others have found collections of
animal bones and skulls and large piles of feces in certain
distinct areas in the upper and most inaccessible parts of the
hollows. These areas are bounded by steep
sandstone Bluffs, some of which are undercut by erosion.
The ledges below many of the large overhangs contained
abundant physical evidence and artefacts to show the locations
have been used as shelters for both animals and Indians.
Very few hunters enter the upper reaches of the hollows because
of the harsh terrain. Unfortunately, there was no
follow up report on what happened to the creature.
The witness indicated he would not hunt that area again, so it
is assumed he did not go back looking for a body.
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Back in 2011, I was staying with my grandparents at their place
just outside of Perry, FL. Their home sat on a stretch of
land with tall trees and woods thick enough to get lost in if
you weren't careful. That part of Taylor County was
quiet, and most of the neighbors have lived there forever.
It was the kind of place where stories spread fast, but folks
didn't waste time on things they didn't believe in.
I used to. Stay there a lot as a kid,
especially on weekends, we'd sit outside after dark, and
sometimes I'd walk around the edge of the yard with a
flashlight, checking for any wildlife.
My grandmother was a straight talker, not the kind to
exaggerate. One night, just after 9, she was
the one who first saw it. She had stepped out onto the
porch. The light above the steps lit
part of the yard, but not far. The rest faded into shadows
under the big water oak near the driveway.
She stood there quietly, just watching.
That's when she saw a tall upright creature leaning against
the tree like it was resting or waiting.
Its whole body was covered in white hair, not short, not too
long, but kind of curly. She didn't move or call out, she
just watched. It stayed there for a bit, then
pushed off the tree, stood up taller and walked away into the
trees beyond the yard. It didn't make a noise and it
walked on 2 feet, just like a person.
She told me the next morning she said she knew what she saw, that
it wasn't a person. It wasn't a bear.
She said it was a Bigfoot. I didn't question her.
A few nights later I saw it too. It was right around the same
time, just past nine. I was looking out from the
living room window when I noticed something by that same
tree. It was crouched a little like it
was resting on one knee. I watched it from behind the
curtain. Its body looked massive, with
shoulders like a linebacker and arms that reach lower than they
should. Same white hair, curled a bit.
It stayed still for about a minute, then stood up.
I could see how tall it really was at 7 1/2 feet, maybe more.
It didn't rush. It turned and walked off into
the dark, past the edge of the yard and into the woods.
It wasn't just us. Their neighbor down the road saw
something, too. One afternoon he was out feeding
his chickens when he noticed something standing across the
road, leaning on his fence. It was taller than the post and
covered in brown hair. He stood there staring, trying
to figure out what it was. Then his two dogs took off
barking. That creature turned, leapt over
the fence and walked down into the hollow behind his yard.
He told my grandparents what he saw, and they believed him, and
so did I. He wasn't the kind of man to
make up things like that. There were other strange things
too, sounds we couldn't explain. One night, a loud scream woke us
up. It came from the woods Outback,
and it sounded like a woman screaming.
We stood by the windows, listening.
The sound came again, and it wasn't from any animal we knew.
It kept going for a few minutes, then stopped.
My grandparents didn't seem surprised.
They just said it's that thing again.
I didn't ask what they meant. I already knew they had an old
Labrador named Buck. He was almost blind and could
barely walk. That dog never left the back
porch. He just lay there in the sun
during the day and curl up near the door at night. 1 morning he
was gone. Just gone.
We searched the whole area, looked under sheds, walked the
trails behind the property, called out nothing.
We spent three days looking. He never showed up.
My grandparents were quiet about it.
They didn't say much, but I could tell they believed
something had taken him. My grandmother said that
creature had been coming closer to the house for a while,
watching and listening, maybe more curious than anything else,
but she didn't think it meant harm.
But she didn't trust it either. A few days later, I went out by
the oak tree during the day and noticed something in the dirt
near the base of the trunk. A footprint.
It was bigger than my own by several inches, wide and deep,
with five clear toe marks. It had been pressed into the
soft ground near a patch of Moss.
I called my grandfather over. He looked at it for a while and
nodded. That's from what she saw, he
said. After that we didn't see the
creature again, but we heard noises at night every so often.
Stick snapping in the woods, heavy steps moving past the edge
of the yard. More screaming now and then.
Never close, but never too far either.
They lived there for several more years before moving.
They never told many people about what they saw, only those
they trusted, and those who heard usually nodded like they'd
heard something similar. That part of Florida is full of
woods and water, thick with Cypress and pine.
You could walk 100 feet and feel like you're a mile from
anywhere. I didn't see anything again
after that, but I never doubted it was real.
There's no joke, no story. For fun, that creature walked
into their yard twice, stood under a tree and left without a
sound. It was a Bigfoot, plain and
simple. I've been hunting in Florida for
more than 25 years. My parents have a big piece of
land near the Apalachicola River in Liberty County.
It's about 300 acres and they've lived there a long time.
The land is thick with trees and brush.
My dad and I hunt deer there with a few friends during the
season. Back in November, I had an
experience I will never forget. It happened late in the
afternoon, close to 5:00. I was in my deer stand down by
the Creek. It was a rocky Creek, maybe 20
feet across, with water that runs shallow in spots and deeper
in others. Across from it is a Ridge and
past that is the neighbour's land.
I had driven out to the spot on my ATV, parked up on a hill and
walked the last bit down to the stand.
The ground was covered with dry leaves.
Everything was quiet. I climbed into my stand, which
sits about 20 feet off the ground, and settled in like I
usually do. After sitting there for a while,
I noticed a strong smell. It was musky, kind of like
sewage, and I'd smelled it on the property before.
It wasn't something you could ignore.
Then there were leaves rustling behind me.
I turned to my stand to look and saw something on the other side
of the Creek. It was a large, hairy creature.
It was around 60 yards away, moving along the opposite side
of the bank, parallel to where I was.
It was walking fast, but not running.
Its arm swung as it moved and its head turned in my direction
like it saw me too. It didn't stop, it just kept
walking. I watched it for 10 to 15
seconds. It was covered in dark brown
hair, long and hanging off its body.
It looked to be about 7 1/2 to 8 feet tall and was wide, twice my
width. Easy, I couldn't make out its
face because the sun was low behind it and there were some
trees in the way as it moved. Still, I could see it well
enough to know what I was looking at.
I've spent a lot of time in the woods.
I've seen every kind of wildlife out there.
I know what animals look and sound like.
This wasn't any of those. I had seen something like this
before 2 years earlier, from that same deer stand around the
same time of day. That time I only saw it for a
second and thought maybe it was someone in a Gilly suit.
After this second time, I know it wasn't.
I didn't tell many people about it at first, but I'll say this.
I haven't used that stand again since.
I hadn't gone back to it until I brought someone out there
recently to show them where it happened.
The place felt different. I didn't like being back there.
The smell, I noticed I've smelled it before on the land.
Every time I did, the dogs would act strange.
They'd bark, get tense, stay close to the house like they
were guarding something. I never saw anything at those
times, but now I think it was close then, too.
There's no doubt in my mind about what I saw.
It was a Bigfoot or skunk ape. I've seen it with my own eyes,
and I don't need anyone to believe me to know that it's
true. I've always been curious about
Bigfoot. It's something that's interested
me since I was young, but I wouldn't have said I was a full
believer. I didn't want to believe in
something just because I wanted it to be true.
So I stayed open minded but also skeptical.
Then something happened that changed that.
Back in 2006, we were living in Holmes County, Florida on a farm
that's been in the family for a while.
It sets out in the country and the land behind us has been
empty many years. There's a stretch of woods
between our back fields and the old abandoned property behind
them. One day my wife was driving down
the driveway with our daughter, who was four at the time.
When they got back to the house, my daughter told me she saw
monkeys in the field. I asked her what she meant.
She said there was a big one and a smaller 1 standing at the edge
of the woods. She told me they had red eyes.
I asked her how big the large one was and she said it was way
bigger than me. I'm 6 foot four and about 200
lbs. She said they were really hairy.
I didn't think much of it at the time.
I figured it was her imagination.
Over the years, I asked my daughter to retell the story a
few times to family and friends. Her story never really changed.
She didn't add anything or leave anything out.
It stayed the same, just simple and strange.
Still, I kind of brushed it off. I never saw anything myself and
part of me didn't expect to. Then in November 2011, during
rifle season, I was deer hunting on our land, just like I always.
Do. The abandoned land behind us was
still empty. It was late in the afternoon,
close to dusk. I was sitting in my deer stand,
thinking I'd probably head out soon.
That's when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, and that's when I saw them.
Two large creatures ran across the field in front of me, maybe
25 yards away. They were upright, running on 2
legs, covered in long hair. There's no doubt in my mind what
I was looking at. These were not people, and they
weren't animals I'd ever seen before.
They were Bigfoot. The bigger one was almost black,
very dark brown. The smaller one was a little
lighter, more like a coyote colour, kind of blonde.
They moved fast, but didn't look like they were in a full Sprint.
Their arms were relaxed, swinging as they jogged.
They both kept looking behind them as they ran, like something
might have been chasing them, but I didn't see anything else.
I didn't get a good look at their faces.
Between the shock, the movement and the way they kept looking
back, I couldn't focus on details.
I watched them cross the open area and disappear into a clump
of trees just beyond my pond. They were gone in less than 10
seconds. I pulled up my scope, hoping to
track them better, but once they passed into the woods, I
couldn't see much, just movement between the trees.
After a few minutes, I climbed down and looked around.
I didn't find hair or footprints, but it was cold and
almost dark. I was shaking, both from the
cold and from what I had just seen.
I came back the next morning and searched again, but still didn't
find any signs. But I know what I saw.
They weren't very real. These were two creatures on 2
legs, taller and wider than a person, and fast.
It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't a joke.
I saw them plain as day. After that I went online and
looked through some reports. I was shocked to find so many
sightings in Florida, more than I expected.
What really surprised me was finding an old report from the
1990s that came from the very same area behind my property on
that abandoned land. My daughter saw something years
earlier right there. Then I saw two of them in the
same place five years later. I used to be curious, Now I'm
sure no more scepticism. They are real.
My son and I were deer hunting 1 morning on a local farm here in
Jackson County. We'd split up for a bit like we
usually do, and plan to meet back up later.
Around midday we walked back together and started heading to
my truck. We were about 50 yards down the
trail when we heard something moving in the cedar thicket
beside us. It wasn't a squirrel or a deer.
The sound was heavier, like something pushing through the
trees. Then we saw it.
A tall creature stepped out just far enough for us to see it
clearly. It stood upright, covered in
long brown hair. It had to be at least 8 feet
tall, and it looked like the ones I've seen on TV shows or in
stories people tell. Big, solid, and shaped like a
person, but much larger. We froze.
It froze. For a moment we just stared at
each other. None of us moved.
Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it stepped back into
the cedar thicket. But it didn't leave.
As we started walking again, we heard it moving through the
brush beside us. It followed us, keeping pace but
staying just out of sight. It began making a low growling
sound, not loud, but deep and rough.
Then we heard sticks breaking and a few small branches started
landing on the trail beside us. We picked up our pace.
Every few steps we heard it again.
The growling didn't stop. It wasn't charging or screaming,
but it made sure we knew it was still there.
It kept to the trees, moving with us, keeping close all the
way to the edge of the woods. When we reached the truck, the
sound stopped. No more footsteps, no more
growls. Just quiet again, like nothing
had happened. We got in and drove off without
saying much. Neither of us had to explain
what we saw. We both knew what it was.
I haven't told many people, most laugh when you say anything
about Bigfoot, but my son and I saw it.
We heard it, we knew it was following us.
That thing was real and it was huge.
My sister and I were driving home late one night through the
bottoms near Saint Mark's in Wakulla County.
It was around 2:30 in the morning, just thick trees and
swamp on both sides. We were talking quietly when I
noticed something up ahead on the side of the road.
At first it looked like just a dark shape, but as we got closer
and the headlights hit it, both of us went completely silent.
My sister was driving and I was in the passenger seat.
The creature was on my side of the car, standing right where
the road met the ditch as we passed it.
I couldn't have been more than two or three feet from it.
What we saw was a large man like creature covered in long dark
hair. The hair was shiny in the light,
like it had just come out of the water or something.
It was tall, at least 8 feet. It was standing half in the
ditch and half on the edge of the road, like it had come out
of the woods and was about to cross.
Its arms and legs had strong muscle definition.
You could see the shape through the hair.
It looked built and powerful. It didn't look like an animal
face, it looked human covered in hair.
But the eyes were what really hit me.
They weren't glowing or strange, just focused and very human.
They watched us as we passed. It turned its head slowly and
kept its eyes on us the whole time.
We kept driving in silence for about 3 or 4 minutes.
Neither of us said a word. We both just stared ahead like
we couldn't believe what we had just seen.
Then we looked at each other at the same time and both said what
the hell was that? For the next 15 or 20 miles we
talked about it over and over. We tried to make sense of it.
At one point we said maybe it was a wolfman, but that wasn't
right either. It didn't have a snout.
The face wasn't long. It had the face of a man just
covered in hair. The eyes were too clear and too
human. That night, something was out
there on the road. Something big, walking on 2
feet, covered in dark hair and watching us go by.
It was scary, but it wasn't just fear.
It felt like I saw something we weren't supposed to, something
that's not supposed to exist, but somehow it does.
It was in the fall of 2014 in Okeechobee County, Florida, when
things started happening that got everyone in our part of the
county talking strange things. It wasn't just one story or one
night. It built up over a few weeks and
I remember it clearly because it affected more than one family
and folks around here don't spook easy.
The first thing was the root cellar at the old Jenkins
property. That place had been there for
generations, and even though no one lived there full time
anymore, the cellar was still used for storing gear and feed.
One morning the door was found ripped off.
Not just broken, it was torn off.
The hinges were bent and the thick wooden door was in two
places, lying outside like it had been tossed.
There were deep scratches across the frame.
The floor inside was torn up, and whatever had been inside
jars, buckets, even some old tools had been thrown around or
taken. There were no signs of a person,
no tire tracks or boot prints. Just broken boards, busted jars,
and a musky smell that clung to the air around the building for
days. A week later, not far from
there, two men from town went out for a Coon hunt.
They had a pack of hounds, good dogs.
These dogs had once brought down a big wild hog and even stood
off with a bear. They weren't afraid of much.
The two men headed out at dusk like usual, walking toward the
Ridge above the Creek line. They said they barely made it a
mile out before the dogs went dead silent.
Then something screamed. They said it was long and deep.
They both haunted their whole lives and said it wasn't
anything they'd heard before. Then it came crashing through
the trees, breaking limbs, running through palm meadows and
chasing the dogs back down the hill.
Whatever. It was hit so fast the men
couldn't keep up. The dog scattered, yelping and
howling, some diving through brush, trying to get away.
The men barely had time to react.
One of them raised his gun but dropped it.
He didn't even fire. They were missing for half the
night before someone found them walking back down the road,
bruised, cut up and completely shaken.
One of them wouldn't even talk about it.
It took almost two weeks to find the dogs.
Some were found dead in the woods, torn up and scattered.
A few turned up later, barely moving and covered in scratches,
ribs showing. One of the hounds wouldn't go
near the woods again. It just sat and stared toward
the trees, whining. Then a few nights after that,
just outside Fanning Springs, my cousin's neighbor called my
uncle to come look at something. My cousin lived near the edge of
the woods and the neighbors chickens had been making a
racket for two nights straight. This time they found the chicken
coop had been crushed in on one side.
It was flattened like something had stepped right on it.
Feathers were everywhere. A few dead birds lay inside, but
most were missing. Tracks were found just past the
fence line. These prints were long and wide,
sunk deep into soft mud. 5 toes and a flat heel.
Huge. My uncle measured one against
his boot and said it was almost twice the size.
The stride between them was long too.
It walked upright. Nobody said it out loud at
first, but everyone was thinking it.
Then one night, my cousin himself saw it.
He was walking to the barn around midnight, flashlight in
hand, when he heard movement in the brush to his right.
Something stood up from behind a Palmetto clump and stepped onto
the trail. He froze.
He said it was taller than the door of the barn and wider than
a feed barrel, covered in thick, dark hair, long and rough.
Its shoulders looked like they could carry a tree.
It stood upright, arms to its sides, and its head tilted like
it was trying to figure him out. Then it stepped off the trail
and disappeared into the woods. The trees shook as it went.
He came back shaking, not from fear, exactly, but from shock.
He said it looked like a Bigfoot, just like the ones
people talk about. That same musky smell showed up
in the barn the next morning, and the goats wouldn't go near
the east fence for three days after that.
People started sharing stories more openly.
A trucker passing through the edge of Ocala National Forest
saw something cross the road late at night.
Tall, hairy, walking fast across 2 lanes in three steps.
A group of campers near the river heard deep howls and saw
trees swaying with no wind. A woman found her horse fence
broken. Not like it was kicked or leaned
on, more like something had stepped right on it.
All the stories had small differences, but they all
sounded the same. Too tall creature walking on 2
legs covered in hair. Not human, not animal.
Fast, strong, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, and most of the
time just out of sight. I never saw it with my own eyes,
but I've heard enough and seen enough signs to know something's
out there. Too many hunters I trust, too
many family members, too many neighbors telling the same kinds
of stories. People around here might not
always agree on much, but they know the woods and they know
when something doesn't belong. We all called it a Bigfoot, or
some call it Skunk Ape. Though no one really argued over
the name, everyone knew what we meant.
Something big, something smart enough to avoid traps and
cameras, and something strong enough to tear through trees and
send trained dogs running. We haven't had trouble lately,
but some people have stopped going into the woods for hikes
and walks. Some stopped hunting altogether.
A few put up motion lights and trail cams, but nothing ever
showed up on them. Some say they hear howls late at
night from deep in the swamp. Others say they've smelled the
same musky scent during certain seasons.
It's still out there, keeping just enough distance to stay
hidden, watching when it wants to, moving when it needs to.
And even though not many have seen it, clearly, no one's
doubting it anymore. That part of Florida has deep
woods, swamps and rivers that stretch for miles.
There are places out there no one goes, not even the game
wardens. If something wanted to live
without being seen, it could do it here.
I grew up in Carrieville, Florida, just outside the town
limits in Washington County. Back in the 70s there were still
some old mine entrances around, nothing like the big coal mines
up north, but these were small forgotten spots used years
earlier to pull out low grade sand or limestone from the
hills. A few of them had old timber
supports and were dug back into shady parts of the Ridge.
We used to call them the caves but we all knew they were man
made. One afternoon I was out there
with a neighbor boy I ran around with most days after school.
I don't remember the exact date anymore but I remember
everything else like it just happened.
We were both about 13. We were poking around near an
old slate pile that sat up against a low hill.
That pile had been there for a long time and weeds were growing
all over it. It was a quiet day, not much
wind and you could hear everything around you.
Bugs, birds, tree frogs. We weren't doing anything
special, just tossing rocks and walking along the slope.
I don't know why, but something made us walk up the hill toward
the old mine entrance near the top.
It wasn't far, maybe 40 or 50 yards, but it was steep enough
to be tiring in the heat. I remember the sky being bright
and cloudless, and the mine mouth sat in shadows from the
trees above. We were talking one minute, then
dead quiet the next. Both of us stopped at the same
time. There was something standing
right at the mouth of the mine. It stood tall, upright, and it
had its left arm draped over the old wooden beam that held up the
top of the mine opening. That beam was high, I'd say 8 or
9 feet off the ground. That thing's hand hung past it,
swinging slightly as it was shifting its weight.
The hair on it was a dusty grey, almost white in spots, kind of
patchy but not thin. You could see.
Skin in some areas, especially around the elbow and neck.
It was thick, built wide through the chest and arms, and I
remember its head seemed to be low between its shoulders.
Its other arm was down by its side, moving just a little.
We didn't move. It didn't either, just stood
there looking back at us. I couldn't say how long it
lasted, maybe 30 seconds, maybe more.
The only sound I remember was the crunch of gravel under our
feet when one of us took a step back.
We turned and ran. We sprinted down the slope,
sliding and almost falling on the loose slate, heading for the
road that led back to the houses.
I remember the neighbor boy yelling for his dad as we ran up
to his porch. We were both out of breath and
trying to explain what we saw. I remember the looks on the
adults faces, half concern, half trying not to laugh, but
something about how worked up we were must have hit them because
they actually followed us back. By the time we got back up to
the hill, the thing was gone. There was nothing at the mine
entrance, no smell, no footprints though the ground was
mostly stone and hard dirt, so we didn't expect any, but we
could tell it hadn't been our imagination.
We both saw the same thing. We both remember how high that
hand was hanging. No person we knew was that tall
and could stand like that. I've thought about it a lot
since I've haunted and fished and hiked all over this part of
Florida my whole life. I've seen bears, wild hogs, even
a Panther once. None of those looked like what
we saw that day. That thing was on 2 legs.
It was standing still, not crouched, not running.
It didn't have fur like an animal.
The hair was long and hung down in places.
Its skin was dark underneath the eyes.
I don't remember as clearly, but I do remember they were forward
facing and it looked right at us.
As I got older, I stopped talking about it much.
People don't usually take stories like this seriously, but
the boy who was with me, he remembered it too.
Every time I've brought it up, he told the same story.
Never changed a word. We may have been young, but we
weren't making it up. You don't forget seeing
something that size, standing there quiet and still and just
watching. I believe it was a Bigfoot.
That's the only word I've got for it.
I've heard other stories from people in the Panhandle, folks
who have seen something move through the Pines at night,
people who heard heavy steps outside their camps but never
saw what made them. The more I hear, the more it
lines up. We saw it.
I know we did and I still don't have a better explanation.
This happened a long time ago, back in 1995 I believe.
At the time, I lived in a new neighborhood in Santa Rosa
County called Pine Hollow. It was one of those places where
the houses were still being built, so there was a lot of
empty lots and areas where the woods hadn't been cleared yet.
Our house backed right up to a dense stretch of pine and oak
trees. Behind the backyard fence was
just miles of woods. That part hadn't been developed
yet. It was around midday.
I remember the sun being high and bright, no clouds.
I had taken our dog Charlie out into the backyard on a leash.
She was a golden retriever, gentle and alert, always
sniffing and always ready to chase something if I let her off
the leash. We were just walking near the
edge of the yard and everything seemed normal until Charlie
suddenly froze. She didn't bark, just growled,
low and steady. She was staring hard, not moving
a muscle. I looked up to see what caught
her attention. That's when I saw it.
There was a creature standing just past the fence, about 50
feet in front of me. Not hidden, not moving.
It was just standing upright, tall, at least 7 feet.
It was off, white in colour, but not clean or smooth.
The hair on it was long in places, 3 to 5 inches maybe, and
hung in uneven patches along its arms and torso.
It wasn't thick like a bears coat, more like strands.
Parts of the skin underneath showed in spots around the neck
and shoulders. Its body was large and solid,
with broad shoulders and thick limbs.
The arms hung low to its knees, and I could see the hands
clearly, big and dark. It didn't move at first, just
stood there. I could see its chest rise and
fall. I could hear it breathing.
Its face wasn't a human face, but it wasn't an animal's
either. The eyes were wide.
It had a flat nose and a heavy brow.
The mouth was tight. It stared at me and I stared
back. I was frozen.
Charlie had stopped growling and was tense at the end of the
leash. My grip hurt from how tightly I
was holding her. Then the creature shifted.
It took a step forward, not fast, but not slow either.
Its upper lip lifted just a little, and that's when I heard
it. A deep, rumbling growl.
It wasn't loud, but it was strong, like we were being
warned. I took a step back and the growl
got louder. Its whole body seemed to
stiffen. It took another step toward the
fence, breathing heavier now. I could see its eyes narrow and
its arms lifted slightly. It looked tense, like it didn't
want us there. I felt the shock run through me.
I wasn't just looking at something strange anymore.
I was in danger. Charlie backed up on her own,
ears down, tail tucked. Then something moved in the
trees behind it. At first I thought it was a
shadow, but then I saw a smaller shape peek from behind a thick
pine trunk just a few feet behind the big one.
It was standing upright too, but much smaller, maybe 4 feet tall.
Same off white hair, but thinner.
It had hands pressed to the tree and was only showing part of its
face. Wide eyes, small nose, It looked
young. The big one must have noticed me
looking past it because it turned slightly, putting itself
between me and the smaller one. Then it let out a loud harsh
sound, something between a bark and a yell.
Short but deep. It made my stomach twist.
I took a slow step backward. Charlie was trembling.
I felt like I was caught in something I shouldn't be seeing.
It wasn't just an animal defending its space, it was
something protecting the smaller one.
It was guarding it. The creature stepped forward
again, now closer than ever, only yards from the fence.
Its breathing was heavy and strong, chest rising and falling
fast. The smaller one stayed behind
the tree, peeking out just once more.
I didn't turn my back. I stepped backwards, 1 foot at a
time, dragging Charlie with me. She was ready to bolt.
My heart was pounding so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
When I was nearly at the back door, I glanced one last time.
The big one hadn't moved. It was still standing there,
just past the fence, but no longer advancing.
It just stood still, breathing hard, eyes still locked on us.
The smaller one was no longer visible.
I opened the door and got inside fast, locking it behind us.
By the time I looked back through the window, they were
gone. The woods were still, just the
sound of wind moving through the leaves.
I did not go near that fence line again, not for a long time.
That night, something else happened.
My dad had come home late from a job and was talking with my mum
in the other room. I wasn't supposed to be
listening, but I heard enough to know he had seen something too.
He'd been near a Creek off Shady Lane in Crestview, about 20
minutes from our house, and he had seen something tall, pale
and moving upright near the water.
He didn't say much, just that it wasn't a person and it wasn't an
animal he recognized. He saw what I saw.
I've never seen them again, but I've heard strange knocks in the
woods behind that neighborhood. I've heard something large
moving through the brush when no one else was out there.
I found prints that were too long and too wide to be from a
person. They were huge.
I know what I saw and I know it saw me.
I'm pretty sure it was a Bigfoot and a young one the mother was
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