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June 4, 2020
Sasquatch Evidence Discovered By Boy Scouts Near Mount Hood, Oregon
A group of Boy Scouts follow large tracks in the snow and come across a clearing with mangled birch trees and an old concrete culvert pipe that looked and smelled like it could have been a Sasquatch bed. This occurred near Mount Hood, Oregon. An interesting and detailed account.
The following information was recently forwarded to me:
"I was in Boy Scouts at this time. This location was close to Mount Hood, Oregon. Specifically, it happened at a place called "White River Lodge," not far from the area known as "Government Camp." White River Lodge was definitely the coolest place our troop ever went to. As far as I know, back then it was almost exclusively used for BSA activities, but I could be wrong on that. It almost looked like a miniature ski resort lodge. It was a pretty big structure, 2-3 stories, that had a large communal area with a big fireplace, a large kitchen and sleeping space (lots of wood bunk beds) enough to accommodate 3-4 Scout troops at one time. Everyone loved that place in the winter time for the primary recreational activity there of "snow-tubing." On the bottom floor of the structure there was a pile of rubber inner tubes and an air compressor. You would dig through the tubes, pick one out, fill it up and head out for some truly awesome sledding on a steep hill behind the lodge. Trudging to the top required some time and effort, but the payoff was an exciting ride down the hill. At the bottom, was a ramp made of packed snow that allowed the sledders to catch some serious air. The tube run was extreme enough to cause some injuries; one of which resulted in a gruesome, fatal head injury, but life went on, as per how things were in 1978.
After finally getting bored with the tubing, me and two close friends and another guy who we went to school with, thought to look for some snow shoes we'd heard were stored below the lodge, among the tubing gear. We found just a couple of mismatched ones with broken laces, so we decided to go for a hike in our boots. We headed down some sort of access road, or old logging road that veered away from the lodge for a good distance. It was late afternoon by then. The sky was overcast, it wasn't snowing and the roadway was easily discernible, with a treeline on both sides.
At that age, the three of us had a lot of stamina and we loved hiking, so it's hard to say how far we went before taking a break. We all had waterproof ski pants, so a plush snowdrift along the roadway made for a handy couch to plop down on. We kicked back there for a while, BSing, telling dirty jokes, etc.
My other buddy was the first one to examine a deep mark in the snow very close to where we were sitting. "Check it out, it looks like a giant foot. See? There's four toes.. and that looks like the big toe." At first, me and my old friend laughed. We said it was probably just a pattern from a clump of snow falling from a pine tree branch. The other guy noticed how strange it was that a very similar pattern was a ways off from the first one he'd seen. Intrigued, we got up from the snow couch and quickly saw we'd been sitting among a large grouping of these weird 'holes' in the snow, totally oblivious to them. We saw that they led a bit further down the the slope that paralleled the road and veered off into a gap in the pine trees. It seemed like a fun idea to follow them, see where they went.
Right away we made note of a couple of things: The footprints were very deep, looked like a person walking heel-to-toe and the space between the strides was ridiculous (Taking at least two of ours for each). As we followed the tracks deeper into the trees, the terrain varied between some pretty big snowdrifts we had to plow through and stretches that were easier to manage. Over time and age, it's hard to say how far we actually went, but it's safe to say we were at least a mile from the road when we came across what looked like some very old machinery; maybe construction and/or logging equipment. There wasn't a lot of it, just a few metallic things, the largest of which looked like a rusted out cab from an old truck or something. It wasn't particularly interesting but I remember someone saying it seemed out of place since there was no kind of logging or construction activity going on anywhere near White River Lodge.
I think it wasn't much further past the old equipment when the trees became less pine and more birch-like; thinner trunks with mottled white bark. The ground was flatter there and the snow cover was lighter, which made for even easier walking.
Our trek ended at a small clearing in these trees. I can't recall what we saw first, because it was like taking in several things that weren't 'normal' all at once. Some of those white trees were mangled. I mean mangled, twisted like a rubber band. Others were broken, pulled down from 7-8 feet off the ground. There was also a bunch of mutilated limbs from adjacent trees that were pulled/twisted together. For some reason, one of my most vivid memories of that moment is of those trees and seeing the naked yellowish color of the inner trunk sharply contrasting with the papery outer bark. It was like, "why (and how) the hell would someone want to do that to those trees?"
The next(?) noticeable thing was the cement pipe to our right. It was definitely manmade and I thought it looked like something designed to be used for drainage, like a culvert. Whatever is was made for, it been out there long enough for moss to take hold. It was weathered and dirty looking. The open diameter facing us to our right was about four feet across. It seemed as if the length was relatively short though, maybe six feet(?) Hard to say since we didn't walk around to the other open end. We did walk right up to the open end facing us. I can still feel the sensation of running my insulated glove against the upper edge of the pipe, seeing the clumps of moss curling down. Inside the pipe was the real trip. My first impression was 'nest.' It was packed with dead leaves, pine boughs and craziest of all, one or two cloth bed mattresses! They looked cheap, like something a jail inmate would get, thin with dark, vertical pinstripes. My brain was already going into uncharted places when I noticed the awful smell roiling out of the pipe (I think I was the one who was closest to it, at least close enough to almost stick my head inside). The smell was a deep, complex musky scent that reminded me of the 'monkey area' at the zoo, crossed with human BO, rotten garbage, wet dog and a hint of something like ammonia. The smell was so strong I could imagine seeing it, like heat waves rising above hot asphalt.
I don't recall any words exchanged between me and my friends after that, but I do remember gazing around that area, seeing the twisted trees and noticing the ground in a large diameter was heavily trampled, so much that dirt and leaves were exposed. There were also yellow stains that looked like something had been taking a lot of leaks. That's where everything came together, presumably for all three of us. Not like we had a clear understanding of anything but there was a mutual realization that our adventure wasn't fun anymore. I'll never forget the sense of pants-sh*tting fright that ran through me, knowing we could be in real trouble, like taking a wrong turn in the woods and blundering into the den of a pissed off bear, or some other dangerous animal.
There was a duration of being frozen in fear, taking it all in, none of us saying anything. I have no idea how long that lasted, maybe less than a minute (Both of my friends later vehemently claimed they had a sense of being watched, though I don't recall that myself). At some point we just broke into a full-on, stumbling run in the direction we'd came from. There was no word or signal given. We just collectively bailed. We probably looked like an adolescent version of The Three Stooges, all of us trying to be the first one out of a burning house. Fortunately we'd left a clear path back to the road, but I got whacked in the head by tree limbs and went face down in a snow drift or two. Sometimes I was in the lead, sometimes I was following behind. Funny enough I don't recall hearing any sounds from my friends other than breathless gasps and panting.
By the time we got back to the lodge, it was near full dark. My secondary buddy, considered a tough guy in our neighborhood (karate classes and after-school fights) was crying like a little girl. He had lost one of his fancy ski gloves somewhere along our panicked retreat, but that's not what he was crying about. He was scared out of his mind, as the other two of us were. The three of us babbled to anyone who would listen about what we'd seen but most of the feedback we received was admonishments from a few troop leaders about breaking lodge rules by exploring so far from the 'designated areas,' especially so late in the day. We also caught heavy mocking from lots of other Scouts who were there that weekend. But here's one of the interesting things that unfolded later.
Supposedly, some of the older Eagle Scout guys (averaging age 17-18+) who had some volunteer Search & Rescue experience, bundled up and headed out with flashlights to see what all the ruckus was about. Probably just bored and curious. Later word was that they'd followed that logging road, found the snow bank we'd been resting in and verified seeing some 'very weird' large tracks, but didn't follow them very far. Another item was that the next morning, at a small dining table adjacent to the lodge kitchen, a burly man in a red & black flannel shirt was drinking coffee. He was idly chatting with some other grown up guys, saying he'd arrived late the previous night, having driven from someplace in BFE Oregon, with some Scouts. He'd gone back alone to his truck for some stuff and while walking the trail from the parking area back to the lodge, he noticed a very tall person walking along the ridge above the trail. He looked genuinely puzzled, even a bit concerned. He asked if anyone else was out and about around that time. When told that everyone was present and accounted for, he shrugged and said something along the lines of, "That's funny. I wonder who that was. I couldn't make much out since the moon was really bright behind him, but he sure was one helluva big fellow. I waved at him and he walked on. Looked like he was wearing a dark fur coat. Like a mountain man or Grizzly Adams."
The rabbit hole got even deeper when at some point before the weekend concluded, we heard another anecdote shared between some other grownup guys at the lodge, talking about the new mattresses on the bunk beds and how they were a little nicer than the old striped ones that someone had stolen from the storage barn the previous summer. Some older looking guy (maybe a lodge caretaker) was griping about how 'nowadays, even way up here on the mountain, you have to put a lock on every goddamn thing.'
Not long after those Boy Scout days, my old best friend and I drifted apart, went to different schools. Many years later in our mid 20s, we briefly reconnected. We no longer had much in common but it was cool to drink a beer with him and reminisce, since we'd been best friends throughout grade school. For a while I was uncertain about bringing up the weird Boy Scout experiences. I almost didn't. Part of me was feeling anxious that he'd laugh it off. Eventually I chose to risk it, for the sake of validating (or dispelling) my own memories.
When I got around to asking him if he remembered the White River Lodge incident, he said he'd never forgotten any of that and his recounting of it was identical in every way to my own memory, down to the mangled trees, the pipe, the mattresses, the stench and our other friend losing his ski glove and "crying like a bitch." He also said, "Over the years, I've wondered if we got pranked, maybe at least that time at White River Lodge, but it still doesn't add up, no more than what we saw backside of the lake. Think of all the effort and bullsh*t someone would have had to put out just for that."
I definitely have thought of that. Countless times. I now have a renewed interest in the Sasquatch subject. The stories are interesting and the personal accounts that strike me most are ones that describe/lead to many people who (supposedly) have seen a Sasquatch first-hand and are left with PTSD from the reality-altering experience; to the extent that avid hunters and various nature lovers totally abandon their interests, going so far as to avoiding any forests or wooded areas. If true, that alone says more than any grainy photo or video 'evidence' and leaves me feeling grateful that I never actually saw some creature that can twist trees like paper towel tubes. What little I did see was freaky enough." NP
NOTE: the location is now known as the White River BSA Sno Park. Lon
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Cryptid 'Big Cat' in El Paso / Upright Canine 'Shapeshifter' in Austin
A Texas resident recalls 2 bizarre encounters, one with a cryptid big cat and the other with a upright canine shapeshifter.
I received the following accounts from the same Texas witness:
Believe it or don’t, these things happened, and I have never been able to explain them away.
To briefly open, I am 60 years old this month, a stable homeowner, married for 26 years. I have raised one wonderful daughter, worked all of my life, paid my taxes, have a small loyal circle of family and friends and a good reputation for honesty. I have never had hallucinations. However, I have always been open-minded about the natural world. I have always had a closer connection to animals than to most people. Cats are especially drawn to me, and I love them. We still rescue strays when we can.
Then, I was 10 years old and walking my German Shepherd dog Nikki on my usual route to my elementary school on a Saturday in broad daylight. We rounded a corner and there was a gigantic black feline. I have owned and loved cats all of my life and know a normal cat when I see one, and this was not. These days, I label it a cryptid.
It was crouched with its bottom in the air. It was enormously muscled with a short manx cat tail. It had gigantic strong hindquarters with extraordinarily long hind feet. Its short pitch black fur gleamed with health. Its eyes were literally the size of tea saucers, round, golden and calm. I, who know cats extremely well, would call it an amused stare. Not a feline expression that I had ever seen until then or ever since (I believe that cats mostly definitely possess a type of sense of humor, but it does not show that way in their eyes). It did not show any aggression or menacing body language. It just crouched there and laughed(?) at us with its eyes.
It did not seem to be quite as long or as tall as my dog Nikki (it was crouching, so hard to tell), but I believe it weighed every bit as much as Nikki in sheer muscle mass (maybe 80 pounds).
After a few transfixed seconds, Nikki proved himself a sensible fellow this time (he was a dog who tried to attack a coiled and rattling rattlesnake) and quite silently and methodically turned around and walked away, and I, still holding his leash, followed him in kind of a trance, neither of us looking back. We walked steadily back to the school, straight up my block toward home. No straining or pulling on the leash whatsoever.
When we were halfway up my block, (my home street ended at the school, so it was across a small street and 4 houses up), I turned around and saw that the giant cat had followed us to the top of the schoolyard. It stood crouched in that same position (rear end up, head turned to the side to look at us) on the low rock wall surrounding the school, watching us with its great round golden eyes.
I never saw it move, but I know it must have been tracking behind us the whole way home – and I know it could have easily caught us. Also, I know that Nikki must have heard and smelled it following, even if I did not, but he never gave a sign. I think maybe Nikki saved at least his life, if not mine, by remaining so calm and I just followed him. That feline could have taken both of us. In hindsight, the calmness of both Nikki and me seems to add an integral type of mysticism to the encounter.
To preempt the usual questions: No, it was not an overgrown domestic manx, a mountain lion, a bobcat, a puma, a lynx or any other wild feline species. There are no pictures of that cat anywhere and never have been, because I have looked for years.
Weird, but true.
I will try to keep this next encounter compact, but it was complicated (I know you must get millions of these emails). I told you the first one about the gigantic black manx cat from El Paso. Here is another:
My dorm friend at UT Austin and I walked to a small park as dusk was falling, to practice our guitar lessons. We had not taken or drunk any type of mind-altering substances.
We were walking down a steep street when I noticed that down the sidewalk from us someone had placed an impressively true-to-life, life-sized statue of a large german shepherd dog right across the sidewalk, facing the street, and completely blocking said sidewalk. I thought that was so odd, but my dorm mate did not seem at all surprised, so I tried to shrug it off. Until we got a bit closer and realized that it was not a statue but a real german shepherd lying so motionless that only his breathing gave him away, with legs stretched out in front of him, hind legs straight next to his rear, tail straight out behind him, and staring straight ahead across the street with ears pricked forward. I was getting uneasy about this because the dog did not twitch an ear or move his head one bit to notice us as we approached him from up the hill – just stared straight ahead of him. This did not seem like normal behavior and I told my dorm mate, who again shrugged it off. She had never owned pets, knew little about them, and did not particularly like them. I, however, grabbed her arm and made her cross the street with me rather than get any closer. I looked at it across the street and it did not move. I stared as we walked by on the other side, and it was looking right in our direction, but I could not tell if it ever looked directly at us. I looked back at it as we proceeded on down the hill, and it never moved.
I stayed uneasy, but we left it behind, reached the small park and climbed on the picnic table and proceeded to strum guitars. Shortly, a tiny striped manx cat appeared, not a kitten, but very small (yes, it truly was another manx – same build as the giant one I saw in El Paso with the long hindquarters and long back feet, stubby tail, but it was tinier than normal). It immediately began running round and round our picnic table faster and faster. I was freaking again. I had no idea what it was doing, had never seen a cat do that. Then it stopped, reversed itself and started running faster and faster round and round our table in the opposite direction.
Then it shot up a tree directly over our heads, crossed its paws, laid its little head on its paws and looked directly into my eyes with round golden eyes. Its expression was so wise, with a scary (to me) glint that I interpreted at the time as anticipation. However, as I well knew, this was not a cat expression – they can be wise and they can anticipate, but they do not express it through their eyes like humans do.
I had had enough. I felt like a bulls-eye had been pinned to me. I told my buddy that I wanted to get out of there. When I told her why, she was just puzzled. She felt nothing unusual about any of it. Night was falling and I scanned the park around us. Lo and behold, about a half-football field away a creature skulked from behind some bushes, crossing a small space to disappear behind some other bushes. It was canine, but I can tell you now – it was not a recognizable dog to me. It was not shaped like a house dog and it did not move like a dog. It was larger than a coyote. I had an impression of severe scruffiness. I could not see its face at all clearly, only that it was a weird, creeping, stomach low to the ground canine. I had never seen a silhouette like that, including wolves that I had seen in books and zoos (not much tv for me at that time).
At that point, a figure of a man(?) emerged directly from behind the bushes into which the canine had skulked. Night had almost fallen, but I could see that he was very tall, had long ratty seeming hair and a long ratty beard, I could see his clothes were literally in tatters, and I could see that his fingernails were very long on hands that hung down by his sides. I could not see his eyes. He shambled (and I use that word correctly, implying some kind of walking disorder) directly towards us across the park. The canine did not re-appear.
I had heard no noises from the bushes at all, so I concluded he could not have been attacked by the canine in the few seconds they must have met behind the same set of bushes. As he came closer I saw ratty hair and beard, his long fingernails and tattered clothing more clearly. Alarm bells were going off non-stop in my head. I decided that we were seeing a werewolf and took off running leaving my pal behind. She followed me. We ran out of the park back to the bustling UT streets.
Finally, headed for the dorm, we were crossing a very short crosswalk when I noticed that an old, arthritic, grizzled white dog was slowly crossing from the other side. I looked at it as it passed right by me, as I do all animals, and it stopped dead in its tracks, crouched awkwardly on all four legs and stared directly into my eyes with totally blind eyes – milky blue-white with no pupils. I stared back unbelievingly. My heart was still thumping from running and my mind was still shocky over all that had just happened, and now it was still continuing with people and cars all around us. It craned its head to look over its shoulder at me, not turning its body around, still in this awkward, painful looking four-legged crouched position. I leaped away from it and headed for home. People did notice this incident and stared at the dog and at me.
At this point, I heard a horn blaring and whirled back around to see that a car had driven right up to the crosswalk, inches away and with lights full on the dog, and was honking and honking its horn to move it out of the road. It did not seem to notice the car, the lights or the horn. It just squatted and it was still staring after me. People were standing and staring at the dog.
I ran back to my dorm and went to bed. It changed my life forever, but I stopped telling anyone. I had never heard of cryptids. I eventually concluded to myself that we ran into something to do with magic.
I discovered cryptids finally several years ago, and went straight to the internet. I cannot find anything like the experiences I had online, but I am thinking perhaps there was one or more of what they call shapeshifters? Or, maybe it was magic?
Anyway, sorry this is so long. I have contacted Ken Gerhard and he seems interested, but I know he is busy with current cases, as you probably are. However, if you ever find time and have any theories, I sure would like someone who knows about these things to comment about them.
Thank you,
Miriam Pashby
Round Rock, Texas
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June 3, 2020
'Cryptid Chase' Incident at Beaver Lake in Memphis, Tennessee
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The witness describes encountering, and then chased, by an unknown entity or cryptid while hiking along Beaver Lake in Memphis, Tennessee.
The following account was recently forwarded to me:
"It was just before Halloween 2019. Now, let me start by saying I'm not an avid outdoorsman. I love hiking, and I've spent countless hours in Memphis' 16 sq. mile state park/nature reserve/whatever you want to call it, but I'm not a mountain man by any means. The park is home to several indigenous mammals, birds, fish, and reptiles, and is full of small ponds, thick brush, and even swampy marshes in spots. There are designated hiking and biking trails that sprawl the area, but there are also several "wild" areas that aren't really maintained or used. Being that I have an adventurous streak, and that I also hate being around groups of people, I often find myself in these less ventured or "wild" areas. Now, it's worth noting that I've never really felt uncomfortable in this park. It's kind of like my safe place. I go there to get away, decompress after work, or just to be alone sometimes. It feels like a second home, in ways. Anyway, enough background information, I'm rambling.
I'd just pulled up to one of the less commonly fished ponds, Beaver Lake (Shelby Farms), and I intended to circle to the far side (3/4 mile from my truck) on one of the hiking trails that goes right next to the treeline and then into the treeline, and then push further back onto one of the old horse trails. Now, this horse trail in particular doesn't get used much anymore. I can't say why, for sure, but I've heard a myriad of different reasons from different people. Most logical explanation is that it's just not as convenient to get to anymore, and it gets pretty marshy when it rains. I'd be able to follow the normal hiking trail for the first 3/4 mile, but I'd have to fork left off of the trail once it went into the treeline. The gate to the old horse trail was about 500 yards to my 9:00 from there, just through an overgrown thicket and up a slight hill. I made my way over the 4 ft. gate, and started exploring. I had about an hour and a half before sunset, and I have a strict "f*ck the woods at night" policy, so I was watching the time. My main goal for this adventure was to snap some pictures of the area for a project I've been working on, and I'll admit, I was more distracted than I typically am.
Anyway, close to an hour passed, I'd gotten some good shots, and I figured now was a good time for my egress. It'd take me close to thirty minutes to get back to my truck, and I wasn't keen on getting stuck in an unfamiliar area at night. I sat my backpack down on a stump, dropped to one knee, and started packing/organizing my stuff. I'm not sure what the catalyst was, but I suddenly felt this terrible sense of dread. I slowly turned and scanned my surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place. I stood up, and grabbed my bag. When I took a step forward, a leaf crunched under my boot, and I realized that everything was dead silent. Now, as I said above, I'm not an avid outdoorsman by any means, but I know well enough that silence like that is indication that a predator is nearby, and you need to quickly but calmly make your way out of the area and stay vigilant. It's worth noting that, while mountain lions and black bear are not technically indigenous to my area, there have been more than enough caught and relocated for it to be a valid concern. I've been stalked by a mountain lion on one other occasion, and this felt eerily similar, so that was at the forefront of my mind.
I'd been moving for probably five minutes, and everything honestly seemed fine. I'd lulled myself into believing that I was overreacting, and that everything was fine. I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything. Good, right? Wrong. By this point, the trail was completely overgrown on both sides. I could see fairly clearly behind me, and a decent way ahead, but my left and right may as well have been fall colored walls. I must've gotten lost in thought for a moment, because I tripped on a root and fell. As I was picking myself up, I started hearing a soft, I don't know, cooing or chittering off to my right? It sounded like a mix between a dove and the 'Predator' alien sound. It would start with a coo or yelp, and end with this weird chittering sound. I'm actually sitting here trying to replicate it, and I sound ridiculous. I'm not sure my throat is even capable of recreating it. Anyway, I'm out of shape, and there's no way I'm outrunning anything. So I scrambled up, planted my feet, and tried to make myself look as menacing as a fat 22 year old with a backpack and glasses can look. About 100 yards ahead of me, which would've originally been behind me had I not fallen, so toward where I had taken the pics and was moving away from, I saw the underbrush start to shake and it sounded like something was tearing through it. I only had maybe twenty minutes of daylight, at this point, and it would take me at least that long to make my way back to my truck.
So, I did exactly what you're not supposed to do. Naturally. I turned around, and I booked it, knowing good and damned well that I can run for maybe a half mile. 3/4 of a mile if something's trying to kill me, MAYBE. I could barely hear anything over my own footfalls and the sound of my heart pounding, but whatever it was was chasing me through the underbrush and it was gaining on me. It may have been fifteen yards behind me at this point, and I still had a ways to go. I don't know if fear kept me going, or what, but I reached deeper and just kept running. My breathing got shallow, my vision started blurring, and I was honestly about to collapse when I saw the gate to the horse trail about 300 yards ahead of me. This thing is right on top of me by now, and as soon as I came within arms reach of the gate, I planted my foot on the bottom rung and launched myself over it. My landing was not graceful. I landed on my right shoulder, and tumbled several yards down the hill and into a puddle of muck.
I wasn't thinking straight now, and I stood up, shakily, and started making my way toward the treeline and pond. I knew what direction to go, and I didn't even bother finding the hiking trail. I just crashed through the brush and overgrowth like some kind of barbarian. I didn't care about the cuts and scrapes, or the massive amounts of noise I was making. My only thought was to get out. The chittering noises had stopped, but I still heard something moving in the brush at the top of the hill. It wasn't trying to be quiet anymore either. I finally broke through the treeline, and could see my truck parked across the pond at the top of the hill. I finally took a deep breath, and started slowly walking away from the treeline. The ominous feeling lifted, and I started making my way up the trail alongside the treeline. I was able to catch my breath for about fifteen seconds. I heard that God awful cooing and chittering behind me again, and I turned to look back at the treeline behind me. So, at the point there's trail leading into treeline in front of me, treeline to my right, water to my left, and trail leading alongside the treeline and around the pond to the cars behind me (the direction I needed to go/was going before I heard the sounds again.) The underbrush at the treeline ahead of me started to shake, and fear took over. I'm thankful that my bag is waterproof, and that my phone is water resistant because I jumped in the pond, and I swam across.
I've never really told this story to anyone in my personal life. They'd probably think I'm crazy, and I doubt they'd consider me credible. Especially given my interest in Bigfoot and other cryptids. I don't know what was stalking me that day. I know I wound up cold, wet, and a bit shaken up. I also know I've not been back to that part of the park, and I can't come up with a good explanation. Beaver Lake is off limits to me for awhile. I think I'll just continue exploring and hanging out on the slightly more populated side of the park." CS
NOTE: I don't know what this witness encountered, but I do know that Memphis, Tennessee has to a lot of bizarre phenomena. The infamous 'Trail of Tears' ran along the city, and there has been speculation that this may account for much of the strange activity. I do remember a Bigfoot encounter in the Shelby Park area many years ago, but there has been other unexplained activity in the general area. Much of this extends south into northern parts of Mississippi as well. I'd be interested of others can offer more personal accounts from the Memphis area. Lon
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The witness describes encountering, and then chased, by an unknown entity or cryptid while hiking along Beaver Lake in Memphis, Tennessee.
The following account was recently forwarded to me:
"It was just before Halloween 2019. Now, let me start by saying I'm not an avid outdoorsman. I love hiking, and I've spent countless hours in Memphis' 16 sq. mile state park/nature reserve/whatever you want to call it, but I'm not a mountain man by any means. The park is home to several indigenous mammals, birds, fish, and reptiles, and is full of small ponds, thick brush, and even swampy marshes in spots. There are designated hiking and biking trails that sprawl the area, but there are also several "wild" areas that aren't really maintained or used. Being that I have an adventurous streak, and that I also hate being around groups of people, I often find myself in these less ventured or "wild" areas. Now, it's worth noting that I've never really felt uncomfortable in this park. It's kind of like my safe place. I go there to get away, decompress after work, or just to be alone sometimes. It feels like a second home, in ways. Anyway, enough background information, I'm rambling.
I'd just pulled up to one of the less commonly fished ponds, Beaver Lake (Shelby Farms), and I intended to circle to the far side (3/4 mile from my truck) on one of the hiking trails that goes right next to the treeline and then into the treeline, and then push further back onto one of the old horse trails. Now, this horse trail in particular doesn't get used much anymore. I can't say why, for sure, but I've heard a myriad of different reasons from different people. Most logical explanation is that it's just not as convenient to get to anymore, and it gets pretty marshy when it rains. I'd be able to follow the normal hiking trail for the first 3/4 mile, but I'd have to fork left off of the trail once it went into the treeline. The gate to the old horse trail was about 500 yards to my 9:00 from there, just through an overgrown thicket and up a slight hill. I made my way over the 4 ft. gate, and started exploring. I had about an hour and a half before sunset, and I have a strict "f*ck the woods at night" policy, so I was watching the time. My main goal for this adventure was to snap some pictures of the area for a project I've been working on, and I'll admit, I was more distracted than I typically am.
Anyway, close to an hour passed, I'd gotten some good shots, and I figured now was a good time for my egress. It'd take me close to thirty minutes to get back to my truck, and I wasn't keen on getting stuck in an unfamiliar area at night. I sat my backpack down on a stump, dropped to one knee, and started packing/organizing my stuff. I'm not sure what the catalyst was, but I suddenly felt this terrible sense of dread. I slowly turned and scanned my surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place. I stood up, and grabbed my bag. When I took a step forward, a leaf crunched under my boot, and I realized that everything was dead silent. Now, as I said above, I'm not an avid outdoorsman by any means, but I know well enough that silence like that is indication that a predator is nearby, and you need to quickly but calmly make your way out of the area and stay vigilant. It's worth noting that, while mountain lions and black bear are not technically indigenous to my area, there have been more than enough caught and relocated for it to be a valid concern. I've been stalked by a mountain lion on one other occasion, and this felt eerily similar, so that was at the forefront of my mind.
I'd been moving for probably five minutes, and everything honestly seemed fine. I'd lulled myself into believing that I was overreacting, and that everything was fine. I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything. Good, right? Wrong. By this point, the trail was completely overgrown on both sides. I could see fairly clearly behind me, and a decent way ahead, but my left and right may as well have been fall colored walls. I must've gotten lost in thought for a moment, because I tripped on a root and fell. As I was picking myself up, I started hearing a soft, I don't know, cooing or chittering off to my right? It sounded like a mix between a dove and the 'Predator' alien sound. It would start with a coo or yelp, and end with this weird chittering sound. I'm actually sitting here trying to replicate it, and I sound ridiculous. I'm not sure my throat is even capable of recreating it. Anyway, I'm out of shape, and there's no way I'm outrunning anything. So I scrambled up, planted my feet, and tried to make myself look as menacing as a fat 22 year old with a backpack and glasses can look. About 100 yards ahead of me, which would've originally been behind me had I not fallen, so toward where I had taken the pics and was moving away from, I saw the underbrush start to shake and it sounded like something was tearing through it. I only had maybe twenty minutes of daylight, at this point, and it would take me at least that long to make my way back to my truck.
So, I did exactly what you're not supposed to do. Naturally. I turned around, and I booked it, knowing good and damned well that I can run for maybe a half mile. 3/4 of a mile if something's trying to kill me, MAYBE. I could barely hear anything over my own footfalls and the sound of my heart pounding, but whatever it was was chasing me through the underbrush and it was gaining on me. It may have been fifteen yards behind me at this point, and I still had a ways to go. I don't know if fear kept me going, or what, but I reached deeper and just kept running. My breathing got shallow, my vision started blurring, and I was honestly about to collapse when I saw the gate to the horse trail about 300 yards ahead of me. This thing is right on top of me by now, and as soon as I came within arms reach of the gate, I planted my foot on the bottom rung and launched myself over it. My landing was not graceful. I landed on my right shoulder, and tumbled several yards down the hill and into a puddle of muck.
I wasn't thinking straight now, and I stood up, shakily, and started making my way toward the treeline and pond. I knew what direction to go, and I didn't even bother finding the hiking trail. I just crashed through the brush and overgrowth like some kind of barbarian. I didn't care about the cuts and scrapes, or the massive amounts of noise I was making. My only thought was to get out. The chittering noises had stopped, but I still heard something moving in the brush at the top of the hill. It wasn't trying to be quiet anymore either. I finally broke through the treeline, and could see my truck parked across the pond at the top of the hill. I finally took a deep breath, and started slowly walking away from the treeline. The ominous feeling lifted, and I started making my way up the trail alongside the treeline. I was able to catch my breath for about fifteen seconds. I heard that God awful cooing and chittering behind me again, and I turned to look back at the treeline behind me. So, at the point there's trail leading into treeline in front of me, treeline to my right, water to my left, and trail leading alongside the treeline and around the pond to the cars behind me (the direction I needed to go/was going before I heard the sounds again.) The underbrush at the treeline ahead of me started to shake, and fear took over. I'm thankful that my bag is waterproof, and that my phone is water resistant because I jumped in the pond, and I swam across.
I've never really told this story to anyone in my personal life. They'd probably think I'm crazy, and I doubt they'd consider me credible. Especially given my interest in Bigfoot and other cryptids. I don't know what was stalking me that day. I know I wound up cold, wet, and a bit shaken up. I also know I've not been back to that part of the park, and I can't come up with a good explanation. Beaver Lake is off limits to me for awhile. I think I'll just continue exploring and hanging out on the slightly more populated side of the park." CS
NOTE: I don't know what this witness encountered, but I do know that Memphis, Tennessee has to a lot of bizarre phenomena. The infamous 'Trail of Tears' ran along the city, and there has been speculation that this may account for much of the strange activity. I do remember a Bigfoot encounter in the Shelby Park area many years ago, but there has been other unexplained activity in the general area. Much of this extends south into northern parts of Mississippi as well. I'd be interested of others can offer more personal accounts from the Memphis area. Lon
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Mothman / Dark Humanoid Recently Encountered Along Ohio River Near Chesapeake, OH
A woman is driving with friends along the Ohio River near Chesapeake, OH when she observes a tall dark shrouded humanoid. She later encounters the same being when driving by the same area not long later.
The following account was recently posted by a Facebook user. I have contacted this witness in hope of discussing the encounter.
"This is kind of a long story but the creepiest thing happened to me and I really need to tell this story while the details are still fresh in my mind. Although I'm pretty certain I'll never forget it, for some reason I feel like this is important and I need to share.
Last night (May 31 - June 1, 2020) I went to Chesapeake, OH to a friend's house to play music and sing. We jammed until around 3:00 am.
When we left we headed towards Proctorville, OH to take the bridge into Huntington WV. That stretch of road runs alongside the Ohio River. It is dark and there aren't many street lights. So it was dark and last night, it was cold.
We were talking and trying to get the heat going when all of a sudden a tall black figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere on the side of the road, literally right beside my door (passenger side). We were going around 50-60 mph and this thing didn't budge.
I felt it though. No other way to explain it except that it was so close to my door that I felt it. And what I felt was 'wrong.' It was sinister and did not come from a place of good.
It looked like it was about 7-8 feet tall. We were in a pick-up truck, a Dodge Ram I believe. It was so tall that my friend, who was driving, said maybe it was a road work sign with a black tarp draped over it. It was taller than the truck. It looked shrouded, almost like it had wings but they were wrapped around its body. It appeared out of nowhere and it seemed like it leaned towards the truck as we passed by it. So close that I felt it. Like in my soul and in my skin. So close that if my window had been down I could've touched it. It made me actually shiver as we drove by it. I am an empath and I'm telling you this thing sent me everything it had and it had nothing but darkness to send. I've never felt anything that creepy before. Like to the core. We were both shaken by it. I still am.
My friend wanted to turn around and go back to see what it was. I did not.
Fast forward a little bit. We get to the bridge and of course, its closed. So we end up having to turn around and go back towards Chesapeake. Which meant we had to go back through that same stretch of road again. And right as we are getting ready to pass another car that thing comes out from behind the car and looked like it was floating or gliding across the road. And it crouched down almost like it was getting ready to pounce or take off. It was then I could see the top of its head which was shiny and black.
My friend said maybe it was a person on a skateboard because of the way it was gliding or floating in the middle of the road. They then proceeded to say that was some Jeepers Creepers sh*t!
All I know is this. It was not a 7 ft person dressed in all black at 3:00 in the morning. This was not human. It was evil and I hope I never experience it again.
Has anyone else seen this figure? If so please let me know. I need to discuss what happened.
Stay safe friends." JC - Facebook post
NOTE: This area along the Ohio River is approximately 50 miles downstream from Point Pleasant, WV. I have received several encounter / sighting accounts of Mothman / winged humanoids in this area for over 3 decades. Lon
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June 2, 2020
Huge Bigfoot Scares Boy at Grandparent's Floyd County, Georgia Home
A young witness encounters a huge Bigfoot while living with his grandparents on a mountain in Floyd County, Georgia. He and a friend have another run-in with the creature years later.
The following account was recently forwarded to me:
"Back in 2007 my grandparents and I lived up on a mountain in Floyd County in northern Georgia. Our property was against the Bartow County line. It's a warm September night just a couple days after my 9th birthday. I'm in my room playing 'Call of Duty' on my Wii and my grandpa walks in and asks if I can take the trash out before it gets too cold. I say sure and pause my game and slip my shoes on.
I walk out into the garage and open the garage door to throw the bag into my grandpa's truck. I turn on the light on the outside of the garage and walk to my grandpa's truck. I was somewhat afraid of the dark. So I kind of speed walked, throw the bag in and hoped to make it. However, I did not make it, and I hear the bag land on the ground behind the truck. My head drops and my heart starts to pound for some reason like I know if I go behind the truck something will get me. You know the basic kid paranoia. So I run to the back of the truck, pick the bag up and toss it inside and turn around to go back into the garage when I see something. The driveway turns off a gravel road, then curves to the left and up a hill. The hill smooths out a little but doesn't level off completely. Right where the hill gets less steep I see a dark figure just standing there. In the light coming from the garage I can just make out its silhouette. It appears to be a person at first but then my eyes adjust on it and I can vaguely make out hair covering its entire body.
I stand there frozen with fear - like if I turn my back it's gonna sprint up and get me. So I hesitantly walk backwards toward the garage while keeping my eyes on it, and it seems that every step I take it takes one also. I finally reach the gap in the garage door and run as fast as I can inside.
When I get inside I run into the living room for my grandpa and say, "Grandpa, get the gun! There's something in the driveway. It's big and its walking on two feet. I don't know what it is but it scares me." So my grandpa gets the gun and we go outside on the front porch which is a good 40 yards closer to the part of the hill I saw it at and it's not there.
My grandpa says, "You sure you saw something?" I dont say anything. I just nod. He drops the gun from his shoulder and says, "C'mon. You havent put a new trash bag in the trash can yet." We both turn around and walk back inside.
Several hours go by and nothing else happens. Until about 1 am. I wake up from having a dream of what I saw. I lay in my bed and look at my curtained windows and can see that the front porch light is on. I find that safer because it acts as sort of a nightlight for me. So I'm laying there looking at my window when I see a huge shadow walk right in front of my window on the outside, and I mean huge! The window was about 2 feet off the ground, was about 4 foot tall and was about 2 and a half feet from the ceiling. And this shadow was tall enough to cast a shadow big enough to where it looked like someone was sliding a wall past the window.
I could hear the boards creaking out on the front porch and could see how wide this thing was from a side view. This thing, whatever it was, was at least 2 feet wide from the side. And it was absolutely huge. I didn't want to go get my grandparents because I didn't want them to get mad for waking them up at 1 am and for them to come out and see nothing. So I just watched this thing walk back and forth past my window and before too long, I fell asleep again.
Fast forward to the summer between my sophomore and junior year in high school. I had moved off the mountain but was still going to the same school. Anyway, like a week before school got out, me and my best friend Kevin thought it might be a good idea to go up to the mountain and see if we can find it. Without hesitation I jumped at the opportunity and said, "Hell yeah. Let's go." So the following weekend after school ended, I meet up with him and we brought some camping gear along with some food and a 30-06. I tell him we can camp out at the house I saw this thing at and he agreed it was the best place to start.
So we make it to the night and he's like, "Let's get out and walk around." I say okay and we both get out of the tent. I instantly felt like I was being watched. I shouldered the rifle and I felt the adrenaline filling my veins. Kevin puts his hand on the barrel and lowers the end of the gun to the ground. "Don't do that, you'll make me nervous." So we start walking around the woods. We find some small game paths and hear a few noises, but we don't find anything. So we both look at each other and decide it's not worth it so we start walking back to the tent which will take at least 30 minutes.
On our way back we can hear things in the woods that sounded like tree knocks and whoops. We get about a hundred yards from the property we're camping out on and suddenly a rock flies through the woods and lands within ten feet of me and Kevin. Then it's like it just unloaded on us, rocks were landing all around us with not much time between impact. We hear all sorts of whoops and hollers coming from different directions, almost like we were being surrounded. I tell Kevin to run and I'll be right behind him. So we start running towards the property and hear trees snapping behind us. I stop for a split second, raise the gun a fire a shot into the air. Then all goes silent. Kevin stops just in the clearing of the property and looks back at me. I look back at him and we both run onto the property and book it out of there as fast as the pickup truck we drove will take us. I haven't been up there since." BI
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Skunk Ape Encounter Report - Estero, Florida
The following report was been submitted by Phantoms & Monsters Fortean Research member Danielle Auclair, who is a Bigfoot, cryptid & paranormal investigator in southwest Florida.
Southwest Florida - Possible Skunk Ape Encounter
Location: Estero, Florida - between Coconut and Williams Rd. next to Estero Bay
Date: August 2006
Time: 10:30 pm
I am an investigator with the Phantoms and Monsters Fortean Research Team. My first experience with a possible skunk ape was in August of 2006, on a hot and very humid summer night. I was walking my dogs along a creek, on the back part of my development. To the west is a huge and undisturbed tract of jungle/forest and bay area, with lots of islands, and plenty of food sources.
Suddenly, I caught the scent of a strong skunk, mixed with sulphur. I had never seen a skunk in the area, ever, so I was startled. Right after that, the smell of a raw fish that was freshly caught and gutted. Then the very distinct scent of monkey/ape feces. My first thought was what is a monkey or ape doing out at night eating a raw fish in a creek?
I was nervous for my dogs, who were unusually quiet, and staring into the darkness at whatever was near the creek, eating the fish. They always barked at skunks when I lived in Connecticut, but now they stayed totally silent. I feared if it felt threatened, it may charge out and attack. I couldn’t see more than 10-15 feet towards the woods and water area where I felt the smells were emanating from.
It was a very tense feeling, as I knew something was in the dark watching me, under the lights from the street.
I pulled my dogs back from the area, and walked home quickly, trying to process what had happened.
A few years before this, I had been to Monkey Jungle in Miami. The ape and monkey feces/body odor is one you never forget. It’s very unique. This scent was very strong, and exactly what I had smelled at Monkey Jungle.
So, I was left feeling like I had experienced what many describe down here as a skunk ape, possibly fishing behind my development for things in the creek, and I had come upon it as it was eating that night. I hope to someday see one in daylight and gather evidence. For now, my investigations continue.
Respectfully submitted,
Danielle Auclair
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Join me as I welcome paranormal researcher / author / lecturer Nicole Strickland to Arcane Radio. Nicole is one of the leading paranormal researchers on the West Coast and the founder and director of the San Diego Paranormal Research Society. Since 2011, she has co-hosted the “Spirits of the Adobe” tours at the iconic Rancho Buena Vista Adobe. She was a core member of the Ghost Research Society from 2009 – 2017, serving as the Southern California Area Research Director. Nicole is also a consultant to various other investigative groups including the American Spectral Society. Nicole has written several books. Her books about the 'Queen Mary' continue to be best sellers. Nicole is known nationally and internationally for her research of the 'RMS Queen Mary' in Long Beach, California. In addition to offering several topics related to the supernatural, she gives presentations about the ship at paranormal conferences, events and libraries. - This will be a very informative and entertaining show! Join us this Friday, June 5th at 9PM ET / 6PM PT on ParanormalKing.com or the direct link at mixlr.com/paranormal-king or at LiveRadio/Paranormal King Radio Network - Meet us in the chat room...just click the banner or go to www.paranormal.olicentral.com
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June 1, 2020
Glowing White 'Crawler' Humanoid Observed at Lake Kootenay, British Columbia
The eyewitness is terrified by a large white crawling emaciated humanoid while vacationing at Lake Kootenay, British Columbia
The following account was recently forwarded to me:
"To give you some background, my family owns a trailer home which sits on a cliff overlooking Lake Kootenay, in the south of the Canadian province of British Columbia. This trailer was used as a sort of a summer getaway destination, as my parents and I visit for about a week or more each summer. The trailer itself is quite old (it was turned into a home by the previous owners in the 70’s), but it’s despite its age, it’s still a very enjoyable place to experience the warmest months.
The trailer sits in the middle of a cedar pine forest, with a small clearing on the side facing away from the water to park vehicles, as well as a driveway connecting to the road which is about 110 feet away. The nearest town is roughly a 15 minute drive, and there are no neighbors. I sleep at the opposite end of the trailer (which I call the ‘cabin’ as there is an additional dining room and porch built onto the trailer), with their bed at the front end and mine at the very back. There are two windows next to where I sleep, with one facing parallel to the lake and the other towards the previously mentioned parking area.
Due to the positioning of our cabin in a mountain valley, around 9 pm in the summer it gets very dark very quickly. Since we sometimes are outside after this time, there's a bright lamp mounted on the front end of the trailer which completely illuminates the porch area (facing the lake) and partially lights the parking area. This creates an orange glow that can get spooky, especially when raining.
Around 11 pm one night, I was still awake sitting in bed and reading. I keep the blinds of the window facing away from the lake open as to provide a little light for reading without having to turn on any inside lamps. The light momentarily gets dimmer, so I glance outside. What I saw was a large, almost glowing white creature which was moving through the semi-lit area, casting a shadow over my window. It had very long and spindly limbs, and I could see contours that looked like emaciated ribs on its side. It was hard to estimate a height, because it was moving bent over, in what I can only describe as a crawl. Just looking at it instilled so much fear that I couldn't look away, despite how much I wanted to. The creature moved at a fast walking pace from the front of the cabin and into the treeline.
At the time, I wanted to believe that it was some form of very sick, hairless bear as we frequently saw bears in the area. Looking back, the limbs were just too long to be a bear, and too skinny. Also, I would think a bear with mange would still have some hair or discolored skin, but this creature didn't. It appeared entirely to be a white color, and the light from the lamp reflected off its side making it 'glow' a little.
I wish I could provide any form of evidence that what I saw really happened." MO
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Scary Encounters: Bigfoot in Cave - Ouija Creature - Voices From Hell
3 accounts from different witnesses - encountering a Bigfoot in a cave, Ouija manifesting black creature and bizarre voices from the void!
“My sister and I were in a cave where the smell was disgusting. When we went to leave, there was this big reddish thing standing against the wall. Now I know it was a Bigfoot. I was 6 or 7, my sister was about 4. We were really scared, but let me tell you, this “It” did not hurt us. It didn't say anything, it just looked at us. It was covered with hair except for the face. I think it knew we were scared. We walked past it and it did not follow us. I am telling everyone I think it is a sin to kill one of these. There is something about them that is not fully animal. We have never told anyone about this. Another thing, we did not get sick, and we were so close to it that it could have put its hand out and grabbed us.” CS
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“My ex-husband told me when he was a teenager him and his buddies were playing with a Ouija board and they had a lot of very strange things happen. Anyway, the parents came home and freaked out because of a bunch of damage had been done, so they kicked all these terrified kids out. On their way home, a black cloaked creature was following them and peeking at them from in front of parked cars. My ex also said this creature was only about 3 feet tall and followed them all to another friend's home. He ended up getting picked up by his parents. I believe him without a doubt because when our kids wanted to play with a Ouija board, he flat out refused to let them. Then he told his story.” LG
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“I once heard A hoard of voices thing go through my house. It was around 2006 or 2007. I was laying in bed late at night, couldn't sleep well, but was almost asleep when I heard what sounded like human voices moaning and in agony and despair and what sounded like demons chanting in deep voices that reminded me of the wicked witches' soldiers in the 'Wizard of Oz'. It wasn't very loud though. It was muffled sounding or like it was behind a veil but it started in my bedroom and just drifted through the house like they were "passing through". It sounded like people in Hell to me. And still, to this day I will hear voices in my electric fan sometimes. I run a fan at night because the white noise helps me sleep and sometimes I hear voices and what sounds like a radio playing off key music. I always pray and it goes away after a few minutes. I've had some other very strange occurrences since living here for the past 16 years.” RD
May 31, 2020
Blog Going Through Changes....
Hey folks...it looks like I will be moving the Phantoms & Monsters blog to another platform this week. Under the circumstances, there will be no new posts or newsletter until I get this resolved. Google, which owns Blogger, has decided to change the interface. This is causing massive problems, so I have decided to bite the bullet and make the change. Please bear with me. Lon
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May 30, 2020
Unknown Hairy Creature (Possible Bigfoot) Charges Hunter in Georgia Woods
A hunter in rural Georgia encounter an unknown biped hairy creature that dropped all four and charged the eyewitness. Was this a Bigfoot...or something else?
"I come from a family of hunters. It was not uncommon for my mom and stepdad to go out early morning and not come home until well into the night on occasion. In rural Georgia, it is fairly common for land owners to lease out their acres for hunting to different folks depending on the seasonality, and they type of hunting they are doing, and deer season for archers begins at the end of the summer.
My mother has this story that I loved to hear as a child that as an adult, had a horrifying twist. One afternoon, my parents struck out to hunt for the day. The land they leased that particular year ran alongside a power line route. These routes are clear cut through woods and create a man-made field. A hunter can set their tree stands up in the thickets surrounding these fields and wait for grazing animals to come by.
Around dusk, my mom started to look out for my step dad to come and pick her up. He would usually help her get situated in her stand, then go and find his on setup further down the trail. As the sun began to sink, she saw him walking down through the power line clearing. My stepdad is a brolic type man that has a wide gait in his walk. He swings his arms a bit as he walks (I mean it’s kind of similar to a caveman to me). Even in the low sinking light, she could make out his silhouette and could see that he was zig zagging from side to side of the clear cut field. He’d obviously forgotten where they had set her stand up and was trying to find her, so she stood up and waved her hands to get his attention. At that moment, the creature she thought was my stepdad noticed her. It dropped down to all fours and darted into the woods, making a strange low growl as it did. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for my step dad to come and get her. She was terrified and in tears.
This was a story shared many times in my childhood when I asked for a scary hunting story (they have plenty of them). It’s not that I didn’t believe my mom, but we all know that the night can play tricks on us and heighten our imagination, so when I asked for this story in my teenage years imagine my surprise when my step dad spoke up.
A man of few words, and a lack of imagination, he raised his head at the dinner table. “I’ve never told either of you this, but I think I probably should. That night, the creature wasn’t running away from your mother. I was walking along the line of the woods towards her tree stand when I noticed it. I smelled it before I actually saw the thing. It had a pungent odor, almost skunk like and it seemed to be a little over 6-foot tall covered in thick, course hair. It saw me about the same time as I was drawing back an arrow to take aim. At first, it growled then dropped to all fours and sprinted towards me as I released the arrow, knocking it in the arm. I was shaking and just missed the intended hit. The animal veered to the side and kept running.”
To this day, I wonder what that creature was." RS
Hey folks. I do understand that everyone is tightening their belts during the Covid-19 situation. But I ask that you may consider supporting Phantoms & Monsters through a donation. Yes, I do receive some funds through books and advertising. But it is far from enough to cover expenses, especially since Amazon.com and other affiliates have lowered royalties and CPM because of the Covid-19 lockdown. If you are interested in helping out, you can use the PayPal donation buttons on the blog and newsletter or go directly to PayPal.com and use my email lonstrickler@phantomsandmonsters.com as the recipient. You can also make a donation through Facebook Messenger. Thanks for your continued support. Lon
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'Winged Cryptids: Humanoids, Monsters & Anomalous Creatures Casebook' is now available on Amazon.com and from our new publisher Singular Fortean Publishing
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