Now, I went, what are you're putting? I got a screen going
on here. Something just became my dog. Something killed your dog, my
dog. We're flying through the or over the tread. I don't know how
it did it? Okay, damn, And I'm really confused now as I
saw my dog coming over the fence, and me was did when you hit
the ground. I didn't see any car and alls I saw was my dog
coming over the fence. Why what are you're putting? We got someone or
something crawling around out here. You see what it was? It was standing
up here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't
want to go outside. Jesus quint By, Hello, get the body out
here. Nine. I don't know. We all ran with reckless abandon We
made it out with no time to spare. Larger rocks were flying through the
woods with narrow misses. It was no longer small pebbles. These were like
small boulders. What in the heck did we come across? Why did the
big foot turn on us like that? If any of these rocks had hit
us, we'd have been knocked unconscious. What were we too close to?
We stopped once the rocks were no longer being thrown, and the woods once
again fell silent. What were we too close to, Ashton? Why in
the hell did they start throwing small boulders at us? I asked, desperately,
trying to catch my breath. Ashton gulped down some water and wiped his
mouth and faced on the bottom of his T shirt. Obviously, there's something
special with this place. We could have been too close to their home.
It could have been a birthing site, or they could have had young there,
like in a nursery. We were far into the woods. We had
to have stumbled across something like that to get that negative reaction out of them.
Gently they're docile in nature unless they feel threatened. Connie had set down
on the ground and a clearing of dirt to rest. I felt bad for
bringing her on this expedition. This may have entirely diminished her love for nature,
hunting, and hiking. I really didn't want that for her. These
encounters were a heavy burden to carry. I knew that mentally. It was
also taxing. Come in, Marie said over the walkie talkie, are you
guys okay? We haven't heard anything from you. John Quede up as walkie.
Yeah, we're good. Had some pretty close calls, but right now
we're all right. How are things there? That's another reason we wanted to
contact you. Sabrina said, There's been some strange noises outside, screeching,
almost like a hawk, but this was no bird I'd ever heard before.
It was almost like an imitation. I was hoping the girls would be okay.
I knew they wouldn't dare come out, especially now was strange noises outside,
But as far as I knew, neither of them knew how to handle
a weapon, and even if they did, I don't think they would ever
shoot something that wasn't their nature. We have to start walking back. Ashton
said, Bigfoot make those imitation calls. I didn't think that Bigfoot would do
anything to harm them, but also didn't think Bigfoot would throw a rock the
size of my head at me either. This was also unpredictable. Now,
the Bigfoot of these woods seemed to be safer than dog man, less threatening
for sure, minus the rocks. That is. We would have to leave
the area and let everything settle down before we came back during the day to
get the trail cameras. As we were walking out that sound that I never
wanted to hear again, echoed across the vast openness of the forest of trees.
Laughter, What in the hell could be out here? Laughing, that's
a damn hyaena, John and said as we all stood in bewilderment. The
sound had carried from the cave where they were standing. Connie just hung her
head. I can't take this. We have bigfoot dog man and now a
hyena. Ashton paced back and forth. He reminded us of a professor trying
to figure out the answer to a long scientific equation. Me and Sabrina saw
a dog man that looked like a hyena. John, didn't you say that
you saw one that looked like a hyena too, Ashton asked, I sure
did through the binoculars that night that Mark shot the black one. Johnny answered.
So let's reason it from there, because how likely is it that you
guys have a hyena rumming around here as well? Ashton asked. Connie chuckled,
how likely is it that we have two crypted creatures rumbing around here that
shouldn't exist? No way he would be able to argue his way out of
that one. The likelihood that any of the three of them would be there
should be low, But here we are in the middle of the woods,
chasing two of the three of them. Are you proposing that the dog man
that looks like a hyaena as making that cackling noise, I asked. Connie
stood up from where she was sitting and started walking around. She was stressing.
I could see it. Needed to get her back home so she could
decompress from the whole situation. We all made our way back down the mountain.
The cackle rang out again. Connie never missed a beat. She was
a strong hunter, but this was too much. There's a loud banging sound
coming from the back of the house. Marie yelled into the walkie, like
a baseball bat hitting something metal. John and I looked at each other.
My cattle, I yield, it's in the backyard. I've never seen anything
metal out there in the woods. That must be what it is. Hold
your positions, John told Marie sternly. We're nearly there. Ashton took off
running ahead of us. Connie followed quickly in his footsteps, and John and
I weren't too far behind them. Finally the exit, we all jumped into
the truck and sped off to the house. Connie ran inside to get the
details of what had gone on while we were in the woods from Sabrina and
Marie, while John, myself and Ashton cautiously went around to the back.
We held our flashlights up as we walked around the side, but we put
them away once we saw the lights were on, lighting up the entire area.
We checked on the chickens and the coop. They were all accounted for.
Then we made our way to the cows, they were fine. We
made our way to our pigs, which were fine as well. However,
the large metal container we had for their water had huge dents in it.
That may have been what was making the noise, But what would come here
and do that? Once you stepped foot in the yard, the lights come
on, so they had to been on when this thing was beating on this
container. But where were the girls when this started? We had come into
the living room to watch television. Nothing had been happening, so we really
didn't see any need to just sit in the kitchen, so we closed the
curtains and came in here. Plus, watching television would distract us from what
could possibly be gone on with you guys, Marie said, shortly after we
came in here, though, Sabrina said, that's when we heard the strange
screeching noise. After we talked to you guys on the walkie talkie, about
ten to fifteen minutes had gone by, and that's when we heard the banging
noise. We just stayed in the living room and called you guys again.
After me and the guys had finished looking everything over outside and making sure that
everything was secure with no further damage, we came inside. The girls were
all sitting in the living room talking. They went over with us everything they
had told Connie and what they had experienced. We also filled them in on
what happened in the woods. It laughed, Sabrina asked, surprised, Ashton
sat down beside her. Yep, it's sure. Did you would have thought
a person was out there in the woods. Now, I've done some research
on wild animals. When I was looking up all this stuff with the dog
man, I was trying to understand what their habits may be based off of
their animals. I had ran across those images of seven dog men, and
when I found that one that looked like a hyena, I decided to investigate
that one further, since I had seen it in comparison with the actual hyena.
This one is obviously much larger, but maintains a lot of the same
characteristics, the laugh being something I heard mentioned on one of the encounter stories
I'd listen to. If you look at the hyaena in the wild, they
laugh out of frustration or conflict. I'd say we caused it some frustration by
being there. John went on to explain everything that he could remember. I
was impressed with John's acquired knowledge of this hyena dog man. We would certainly
need all that we could get. I can't wait to get those trail cameras
back. Hopefully there's something on there that we can see, and maybe they'll
keep these things away from our home. Did you guys find anything out back
when you looked around that could have been making that noise we heard? Connie
asked, Yeah, we did. Actually, all the animals are fine.
None of the enclosures are damaged. But the water trough we made for the
pigs is then it all to hell. That's where the sound was coming from.
The lights were all on when we got back there, meaning whatever did
this did it in the full light. This is all our fault. Marie
said, if we had stayed in the kitchen or even left the curtains open,
we would have seen it. John walked over and sat beside her.
Please, it's okay. I would prefer that you didn't see it that close.
Whether it's a bigfoot or a dog man, the main thing is that
you guys are all right, the animals are all right, and we all
made it back to the house in one piece. The action still didn't add
up. Why would something risk being seen just to come and bang on a
water trough. Maybe it was some sort of a dominant behavior, maybe more
indicative of a bigfoot, I would think, even a younger one. Maybe
I don't really think dogman would do something like that. It would be more
in line with the screeching noises as well, imitations of birds, hawks,
maybe possibly the screech of an owl. I know that's a common thing they
do. Everything starts to add up the more you think it through it being
a bigfoot that came through while we were gone. I wonder, though,
was this behavior the result of us getting too close to whatever that was in
the woods. We had talked about all the scenarios for hours, it seems
before we realized how late it had gotten. You guys are welcome to stay
the night. Connie said to Ashton and Sabrina, we'll pull out the sofa
bed with all due respects. Sabrina said, I think we're going to stay
the night with John and Marie. Connie chuckled, well, I can certainly
understand that one. You've lived through enough when this was your home. They
all gathered the things and went back to John and Marie. Connie and I
went to bed shortly after, but I just laid there in the bed,
unable to sleep, going over everything we'd seen and experience since we'd moved there.
I was frustrated that this couldn't have been everything she and I had planned
for while we were sitting in our apartment in the city. We had so
many visions, and none of them included sharing our home or our land with
these things. I woke up early the next morning, had a shower,
and fixed coffee. I knew that we had just put those cameras up last
night, less than twenty four hours ago, but with everything going on while
we were there, I wanted to go back so badly and see if there
was anything on them. Surely, with all the activities, something had to
have been stirred up enough to end up in front of one of them.
We had cameras all over the places we'd had activity every time we'd been in
the woods. I called John and asked him if it would be foolish to
go check. All I would need to do is bring the laptop up there
to check the SD card. You're a real glutton for punishment, aren't you,
Mark, John asked, he wasn't wrong. I was fully vested in
these creatures, all of them, I admit, almost obsessed. More importantly,
I just wanted to sit outside of our house any time, day or
night without feeling or being threatened. I knew that would never happen until this
problem was solved. The longer we waited, the longer it would take.
And even though I'm a very patient person, my patience was beginning to run
thin. Mark. Connie laughed, you can't really think there's something on those
cameras already, you know they take a little longer than that. I sighed,
I know, but I'm factoring in all the activity we had, the
big foot moving around, the dog man, Goodness knows what else. I
just feel we need to take a look. Connie sat down beside me and
rub my shoulder. Give it a few days. Yeah, we'll go check
them when they've had more time to capture something. We don't know exactly how
these creatures operate or their habits. Let's just keep an eye out here at
home and see if any of the activity is diminished with the cameras being in
the woods. I guess, deep down, and I knew she was right,
but the thought still tugged at me. Maybe it was all just wishful
thinking on my part that we would have the cameras up for one night and
instantly have proof of these beings. Of all the accounts that I'd heard,
no one who set cameras out ever caught anything, and the ones that did
the photos were blurry and conclusive or said to be a hoax. I knew
that even natural animals in the woods didn't go straight to the cameras. So
once again I pushed everything aside and went about my day and started to do
the things that I knew needed to be done. The days went by,
and I thought about what John had told us about the cameras, and it
turned out to be right. There hadn't been any activity on our property.
The lights hadn't come on, everything was pretty quiet. I know that generally.
Connie and I waited for a while to check our cameras, but after
a few weeks I couldn't take it anymore. She and I went out early
one morning, took a laptop, our weapons, and some water, and
headed to the cameras. Connie was humoring me and going, and truth be
told, she probably just wanted to go so i'd finally be quiet about it.
We checked the trail cam that was furthest from our property, nearest the
cave. We were especially careful not to disturb anything, and we were quiet
as humanly possible, so we didn't draw any attention to us by dogman or
bigfoot. I knelt down, handshaking with excitement and adrenaline. I just knew
that something had to be on this one, because this camera was on the
tree closest to where we were having all the small boulders thrown at us and
the dog man chasing us. We saw plenty of deer as we clicked through
the photos, but that was all. To say I was defeated would be
an understatement, but I knew it was a long shot. We checked all
the other trail cameras and finally made it to the water last camera. County
said, fingers crossed. What we saw on the last trail camera was something
we hadn't expected to see. Sure, there were deer, raccoons, you
know, the normal things that you would expect to see in the woods.
But the last two pictures made us both gasp. It was a man.
He was sitting in the dirt, legs crossed, right there where I had
shot the dog man. His back was towards the camera in the first picture
we saw, but in the last picture he turned his face to the camera.
It was almost like he knew it was there. Even though we tried
to make them as inconspicuous as possible, we had a clear shot of his
face. Though. We saved those two pictures on my cell phone, set
everything back up, and went home. We went to John and Maries to
show them the pictures to see if this man was anyone that they knew no
doubt, this was not normal. Why would anyone just go and sit in
the woods in the middle of the night there was a man? John asked,
why would anyone sit in the pitch black in the woods alone? I
wonder if they know what's going on, or if they do, why would
they put themselves at risk like that. I pulled up the pictures for Marie
and John. John, I just thought about something. Connie said, is
there another way into these woods somewhere else other than the entrance that's a couple
of miles from our house? She was right. I hadn't heard any of
their vehicles passed by our house. Of course, it was in the middle
of the night, and I don't guess we would have, but it was
still a good question. I never thought about there being another way into the
woods. As far as I know, it's just by y'all's place. But
I also haven't had another reason to look. When Marie and I came here,
we were just happy to be here. I never ran across anything while
out hunting, as far as roads or anything else like that. I never
really had to go too far in to get what I needed. Connie and
I both looked at each other. I knew what she was thinking. One
or both of us would have to stay up to see if anyone passed by
to go into the woods. The time stamp on the photo was just before
three in the morning. The witching hour. Great, maybe we should talk
to Ashton and see if he's ever seen him. If this man is frequenting
the woods, and assuming there's only one entry and he's passing by our property,
maybe they know who he is, or have at least seen him walk
by, I suggested. John walked to the other room to grab his cell
phone to call them. What if it's just a homeless man, Marie asked,
that could be a possibility, and I have to admit I didn't think
about it as an option. But if that's the case, someone still needs
to let him know in a tactful manner that these woods aren't safe and by
simply sitting out there, he's putting himself in very grave danger. John walked
back into the room before we could finish our conversation. I'm sending Ashton a
picture of these photos. He said he didn't recall seeing anyone walk past their
house. However, that doesn't mean that he didn't. He said he wouldn't
know for sure unless he could see what he looked like. I guess that
could possibly work sending him the photos, but it is a picture of a
picture. They don't always turn out well, but nonetheless it was sent,
and now all we could do was wait, but the phone never rang.
Instead, Ashton showed up at John and Marie's door about thirty minutes later.
We were all surprised to see him and wondering why he didn't just call us.
That's the guy we bought the house from that used to live there,
Ashton said. As he came in and sat down, he took his phone
out and opened up the picture again. I would recognize him anywhere. He's
peculiar, a little weird, and definitely has his quirks, but he seemed
to be a nice man overall. His name is Henry Webb. He's probably
in his sixties. I would say, I don't know why he would have
been out in the woods just sitting there. It doesn't make any sense.
Yes, he's the one you were telling us about the other day when the
creature stole a chicken, right, I said, you said he told you
that having animals on the property wasn't a good idea. Ashton shifted in his
seat. That's correct. I bet we have figured out now why that is.
There's a dog man and a big foot on the property, and he
knew it. We all looked at one another, and I knew that we
had the same question running through our minds. Why would he be sitting out
there in the middle of the woods at night, knowing that these cryptid creatures
could easily kill him? I knew. Ashton said that he was peculiar and
he had his quirks and flaws. But that's a little bit much. If
you ask me, do you have any way of getting in touch with him?
Ashton, John asked, I don't have his number. No, Ashton
said, disappointedly, I have no way of getting in touch with him at
all. Actually, once he left the property, that was the last time
I saw him until you sent me the picture. He seemed to relieved to
be leaving. Connie had stood up and began pacing. What has me baffled
is, I'm sure what has everyone baffled after hearing that. Why why did
he come back if he was so glad to get rid of this property?
And secondly, why is he putting himself in harm's way by just sitting there
like that? By the looks of it, he didn't have a care in
the world while he was out there. He certainly didn't seem afraid. We
have to figure out some way to get his information so we can talk to
him and see if we can get answers to those questions. Connie was right,
we wouldn't be able to put any of the pieces of the puzzle together
without mister Henry Webb. Stay tuned for more Sasquatch Odyssey will be right back
after these messages. The days passed by, however, we couldn't find anything
on him. These days, people locked up their contact information good and tight.
Landlines were almost non existent, and he may not even have a cell
phone. Some people do and some don't. That only left two things for
us to try. We were going to have to keep an eye out on
the trail cameras to try to pick up a pattern, and we would also
have to camp out to try to talk to him. The good thing is
he had to come past our house, so there would be no need for
us to stain in the woods. We were gearing up to go check the
trail cameras early one morning. It had been early quiet, with no activity
on the property, no sounds from the woods, no harassment of our animals,
and no wild calls. I was hopeful that the cameras were doing what
we had set them out for. And that this wasn't a fluke. Connie
and I were even able to sit out on the back deck one night and
star gaze. She and I opened the door to leave, and they're on
the porch, said Henry Webb. We were both taken aback. He stood
up to greet us and stuck out his hand. The name's Henry Webb.
It's nice to meet you, fine folk. How are you liking this here
house? He said in a strong Southern drawl. Henry was stout, maybe
five ft ten. He had a longer gray beard, but it seemed neatly
kemped. He had grimmed glasses and a sideway smile that stretched across his aging
face. He looked a lot less scary than he did on the trail camera.
I was glad for that. Connie and I glanced at each other in
disbelief. How was he here? We had looked for him all over the
place. Did we somehow put a shock wave out into the universe to manifest
him here? That was silly, I knew, but I didn't know how
else to explain it. I shook his hand, while oddly staring at him
all the while. Well, you look like you've done seen a ghost.
Boy. Are you okay, he said as he chuckled. Connie walked over
to break the tension. Yes, we're okay. You just caught us by
surprise, that's all. Look. I don't mean to be forward or strange
when I say this, but we've been looking all over for you, Henry
Scratch's boding head. You've been looking for me. Why's that? He asked?
I was confused. Clearly he had seen the trail cam that took his
picture. He looked right at it. He would have had to have known
that we had pulled the pictures and questioned why he was on our property in
the middle of the night. Well, mister Webb, I began, but
he interrupted me. Mister Webb, was my father. Please call me Henry,
he said, I started again. Henry, we know that you've been
on our property. We pulled the pictures and we saw that you were sitting
there in a very dangerous place. We were concerned for your safety and also
curious as to why you were there late at night. We enlisted the help
of our friends and showing them the picture of you, so maybe we could
figure out who you were and what you were doing there. The man you
sold the house too, had talked about you in the past. He was
the one who identified you. Henry smiled. Yes, he was a very
nice fellow. He had a good looking family, too, But I warned
him about the animals. It's not a good idea, you know. I
saw you had way more back there than he did when I came by the
other night, so I stopped to give you guys a warning as well.
I'm intrigued, Henry, do tell one, why shouldn't we And two,
why do you think it's okay to go on to our property and just sit
there? I said, Interested in his response, Henry sat back and Connie
and I joined him. His breath was ragged as he began. I know
you already know, but I'll humor you anyway. I first moved here when
I was nearly twenty five years of age. My beautiful bride and I shared
a lot of memories in this house. Right here. We raised two strapping
young men, and I taught them everything I knew about hunting and fishing.
It was then we first realized that we were not alone. On one particular
hunting trip, the boys and I were trailing a deer, one of the
biggest bucks we'd ever seen. I was so proud when my oldest boy shot
it. I don't know, I guess this thing smelled it. As the
deer ran, leaving the scent of blood everywhere, we heard a snarling growl
in the distance. We looked everywhere for the deer, hoping that it had
fallen somewhere close. The thing is. The growls got closer and louder.
I could see him starting to tremble as he recalled this vivid memory from years
ago, almost like it had just happened. He was traumatized, for sure.
I told him he didn't have to go on, but he persisted ahead,
not willing to let this deer go. It would have given us meat
for a good bit. We trudged ahead. As the cold wind started to
blow harder through the trees. A whistle came from somewhere in the woods,
echoing through the valley. We paused in our tracks. The trees began to
sway and the grove was moving farther away. But what we saw step out
from behind the large oak tree was something we never expected. Bigfoot, as
plain as day. I swear all my life I know how crazy it sounds,
but it was there. We saw it. The boy screamed and I
just stood there in shock. The big foot ran back into the woods and
disappeared. We saw the deer just then close to where the big foot was.
We hesitantly made our way over to the deer, shaking the whole time.
I didn't know if it was going to reach out and grab us or
not, but we hadn't heard any movement anywhere. We drugged the deer out
of there, but I couldn't get the boys back into the woods after that.
Connie and I sighed and told him about our experiences with Bigfoot. Then
we asked him about the dog men. He acknowledged them as well. So
why in the world would you sit out in the woods alone at night,
knowing that they're out there, Connie asked, aren't you afraid that they'll attack
you? Because surely what we experienced out there is real and they are predators.
Silence filled the air as he searched for the right words. He was
only able to stammer out his reply. I have nothing left. Those woods
are where my best memories are. I come out here at night because no
one else will be there. I just sit there and reminisce on the good
times with my boys. I know I wanted to move out as soon as
they were grown up and have their own lives. I didn't want my wife
to be around that. That's when I sold the house. But I told
that boy not to have animals, and he had too nice a family to
experience that too. I didn't tell him the monsters lived here though. One
he wouldn't have believed me, and two he wouldn't have bought the house.
I can only assume he didn't listen since he moved as will. I'm motioned
for Connie to call John, and John called Ashton. They arrived at our
house shortly after. Ashton and John sat and talked to Henry, and Ashton
told Henry of what he'd experienced before they moved. Connie came out and brought
glasses of iced tea for all of us. We need to figure out some
way to get rid of these awful creatures, Henry, would you be willing
to come help us? Clearly you don't fear them, Connie said, Henry
chuckled. I know you think you can get rid of em, but you
can't. The bigfoot of the woods. They're your only hope. That's what
saved me and my boys that day. The bigfoot whistle. That's how I
think I keep them away from me. When I go sit in the woods,
I whistle. I hear movement, but no growling. I like to
think that I called the bigfoot in for protection. It's like my special power.
There's the crazy quirks Ashton was talking about. I was waiting for them
to appear. I'm not doubting any of Henry's story, but having bigfoot powers
that takes it a little far. You'd be willing to go out with us
as a group, John asked, we have all the necessary equipment stuff I
know you never used forty years ago. As we sat waiting for his reply,
a howl came from deep within the trees that shook us all to our
core. Well, Henry said, I think whatever that was just made up
my mind for me. Let's chase this son of a bitch out of here.
They say you don't gotta go home, but you can stay. I
don't want to be dis try try everything. Call it baby baby, my
joy for me to stay right you call it right away. I'll try for
mess days us to us. Ustiss used to use JS