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 out here looking through the window now, and I don't see anything.
I don't want to go outside. Jesus quatre by Hello, get the boddy
out here? Thought of a body? Nine? I don't know out there
yet. I'm looking right out. Connie put her head in her hands,
obviously flustered. I knew she was getting near her breaking point. But the
facts were right here in front of us. There's nothing else that could have
made that print. You're kidding me, Connie groaned, Where the heck did
we move? Mark some cryptid jungle? I queed up Milwaukee, John.
You guys are never going to believe what we found. Connie and I are
ten four. We will fill you in when we get back. We're headed
out now, rain's moving in. How about that dog man, Mark,
Can you at least tell me that before you get here, John asked,
Gone, I said, that thing isn't there. We made it out of
the woods without incident. I was hoping that these dog men would give us
a break, seeing is how they knew we would kill them, or at
least try. We loaded up in the truck and headed back. John and
Marie were sitting in the kitchen at the table when we made our way inside.
We both joined them at the table. Did we imagine it? Mark?
Was that some hallucination between the two of us, John asked, perplexed.
I don't know, John. I clearly shot it right in the face.
Nothing could survive that. But I'm here to tell you that dog man
was not there where it should have been. There's more than enough blood on
the ground to indicate that what you two experienced really happened. You two witnessed
something that night, and we're both part of successfully shooting it. There were
flies on the blood and everything you would expect. Just nobody, Connie said,
John leaned back in his chair and met eyes with Marie. I could
tell they were thinking what Connie and I thought while we were in the woods.
If this thing can survive that shot, we're screwed. So what else
did you find? Marie asked, you said, we weren't going to believe
it bigfoot. I blurted out, we're getting ready to leave, and I
turned my flashlight on, and that's when I saw the print near the water.
I could only assume that it was waiting through and left that deep impression
when it made its way to the other side. John carried the same look
on his face that Connie and I had in the woods. Maurice sat silent,
mouth wide opening shock. You know, I wonder if that's what we
saw the first time we went into the woods. We thought it was a
bear. Maybe it was a bigfoot. Then when we were near the water
and smelled that awful smell, could that have been a bigfoot as well?
Connie asked. I sat and thought about it and couldn't help but lean towards
a green weather. Granted, the dog man's breath was wretched, but we
didn't really smell anything else. Of course, we hadn't paid attention to anything
else. In that moment, except for our own survival. Maybe it was
a bigfoot we smelled. I thought back to when my grandpa had told me
about them. Some people who encountered them claimed to have smelled a foul odor,
but then some didn't. Are you telling me that not only do we
have dog men in the woods, but now we also have bigfoot? Are
you sure it wasn't a bear that just double stepped? John asked me.
That's exactly what I'm telling you, and I can tell you with about one
hundred percent certainty that was no double step from a bear. Connie and I
have seen that before, and this print was nothing like we've ever came across.
It only meant one thing. We had to go back in the woods
to sort this out. The good thing is that three of the four of
us were okay with it. Marie wasn't. I don't know if she ever
would be. She was traumatized. I'm not sure how she felt about bigfoot,
however, but nonetheless it didn't hold any weight to the facts that it
played out in front of us. This is a lot, guys, Marie
said, Do you think we should bring someone else in to do the investigations?
I think we're in over our heads here. I thought we were from
the beginning and dealing with dog men, but now there's bigfoot too. If
there was one thing that held conflict between John and Marie, this would have
been it. I could see John's frustration with her when it came to the
subject. I could only assume that he wished Marie had the same confidence as
Connie. But I could also see marie side. It was a catch twenty
two of which there would be no answer, only compromise. Absolutely not.
John said, I don't want strangers coming up here on our property, and
I'm sure they don't either. They'll want to interview us. They'll be all
over our land, and they haven't been here since day one. We would
have to explain everything to them repeatedly. All three of us are trained hunters.
If we can survive an attack from this, then we can handle a
bigfoot. I looked over at Marie. I think researchers mean well, and
they do find interesting evidence, but they'll come here to look for what we've
already found. We don't need evidence of their existence. We need a solution
to the fact that they exist here at all. From what I've learned,
as a young kid. Bigfoot are generally harmless unless threatened. What do you
think the connection is between dog men and bigfoot? Connie asked, did your
grandpa ever say anything about it? I chuckled, No, Grandpa didn't say
anything about dog men. Of course, back then they would have gone by
a different name. Maybe that has called them werewolves back in those days.
I'm not certain what the correlation could be between the two. Honestly, I
would think it would be a clash for a territory. But one thing's for
certain, they're both here on our property. I knew we would have to
take a different approach to this to fully understand what was going on and how
to handle it. John, I think a good approach to begin with us
to pull up that website you searched a couple of weeks ago and see if
there have been any reports of either dogman or bigfoot in our area or the
surrounding areas. Did you or the neighbor ever experience anything strange outside of the
visual you two had, I asked, John thought about it. Well,
no, but I also don't really know the signs to look for concerning bigfoot.
We just had those two visuals of this creature. I guess there could
have been signs all around us, but not knowing what to look for,
or even considering that bigfoot could have been here, we didn't pay attention.
Connie spoke up, what would be the likelihood that maybe this what we call
dog man, is some misidentified bigfoot. I didn't know if that could be
possible. What John and I saw in the woods was nothing at all like
what my Grandpie described. His encounters were with something large, broad, and
had similarities of apes. What we saw was clearly canine, long snout,
sharp teeth, and pointed ears, nothing at all fitting the description i'd heard
of a bigfoot. Of course, it's all up for interpretation. Maybe some
people have seen dog men and thought they were bigfoot. There's so many unknowns
it's just hard to tell. How about Marie and I head home and we'll
see what we can come up with. John said, in the meantime,
you and Connie stay poot and out of those woods. I appreciate the spirit
that you guys have for solving this, but it has to be done together.
It also has to be handled carefully so none of us get hurt.
It's not worth risking our lives over. Connie and I lay in bed that
night trying to piece everything together. I tried to recount everything that we saw
that could be Bigfoot signed. Honestly, we were in the same position John
was. We weren't paying attention. We would have to go back and look.
The storm was bad that night. The wind blew with such force and
the rain pounded on the roof. Thunder woke me up in the middle of
the night with a loud crack. I got up and went to the restroom
and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. I looked out the
window facing the back of the property and hoped our animals had gone into their
respective homes to get out of this rain. Lightning flashed and lit up the
yard. In that brief instance of light, I saw a shadow of something
dart across from left to right. I thought I was just seeing things and
hope for another burst of lightning success. This time it was heading back the
way that it came, but it looked like it was carrying something. An
awful thought instantly came to my mind, our animals. This thing just took
one of our chickens. I ran to our bedroom. Connie wake up.
This thing took one of our chickens. We have to go secure the coop.
Now. Thunder roared overhead again. Connie's rang from the bed and threw
on her rain boots and raincoat. It was absolutely pouring. The rain fell
so hard we could hardly hear each other talk. There's a hole in the
top of the coop. Mark, this is metal netting. How did he
get there? Connie yelled over the thunder crashing. What about the chicken house
itself, it's wooden. The chickens would have been in there because of the
rain, I yelled back. Connie looked closer. No, Mark, there's
no damage to the chicken house. It's like whatever it was just reached in
and grabbed it. We need to at least get a tarp and throw over
the top of it to block the rain, and we'll come back in the
morning and look when we can see better, and hopefully then it won't be
raining. I ran to the garage and got a big blue tarp and some
zip ties. We secured the chicken coop as much as possible and went back
inside. Connie was angry. She threw her yellow rain slicker into the mudroom
along with her boots. This is bullshit. This is a brutal storm,
Mark. What would trek out into that to steal a chicken? Are you
sure it was just the one, Connie ask as she dried herself off with
the towel. I can only assume it was one, I said. I
was standing at the scene looking out the window when the lightning lit up the
yard. I saw a large dark shadow running from left to right, and
when the lightning flashed again, it was running from right to left, and
this time with a chicken. That's when I woke you up. Connie glanced
over at her watch and realized it was almost five o'clock in the morning.
No sense trying to go back to bed. And after that, would you
like some coffee? She asked, as she made her way to the kitchen.
I finished drying off and walked into the kitchen weather Yes, I'd love
some, Thank you. I called John a little after eight. I explained
to him what had happened. Connie and I had already been out to check
the coop and all the other animals. It looked like only the one chicken
was taken out, but that was still one too many. Have you been
able to find anything out, I asked. Nothing had gone near our livestock
until last night. I don't believe in coincidences, but this is a little
strange that nothing happened until we spotted that big footprint. I don't know if
they just showed up on our property, if they've always been here. All
I know is that when we thought it was just dog Man. As strange
as it sounds, nothing mess with them. I did a good bit of
digging last night when Marie and I got home, and this is what I
found. The Dogman was first sighted back in the late eighteen hundreds in Michigan.
It seems that the sightings of this creature start there and go all the
way up to today in different locations. Since we're bringing bigfoot into the mix
now, I had to look them up as well. They have a bigger
history than dog Man does. But it seems like both cryptids have been played
widely into the creature culture. I followed that rabbit trail and found that they've
been given different names throughout history, such as bear, wolf man, wolf
an indigenous dog man. I also read that some people have said it was
a type or separate species of Bigfoot, but obviously no one knows for certain.
I did find seven different pictures of this dogman creature, and I can
tell you with certainty that I saw at least two of the seven. The
one that you shot and we were face to face with was on the list.
I saw another one through my binoculars before you got there that night on
the ridge line. It looked like a hyaena, which was also on the
list. To say I was impressed would have been an understatement. He had
clearly been up most of the night pulling all that information. Thank you for
doing on that, John, I really appreciate it. It's very insightful.
Did you happen to see any way that we can safely get rid of them?
I asked. I've seen a few ways, but none of them are
foolproof. I read about people putting bright lights on their property and leaving them
on, spreading salts around, and then I even read something about putting sulfur
around your property. I also read an article about putting up trail cams.
For some reason, drill cameras helped deter them, both the Bigfoot and the
dog men. But again I'm not sure if this would deter some and not
others, or none at all, it's not like they had an area where
people could leave reviews on what worked and what didn't. I laughed at that.
No, I get it. I really appreci you're looking all that up.
I'll get with Connie and maybe we'll leave some bright lights on or put
some trail cams up near our animals, or maybe at this point we'll do
both. He and I hung up the phone, and I was telling Connie
about everything John had said. We drove to town to the hardware store to
get some brighter lights, and we decided to get some trail cams while we
were there as well. You can't be too cautious, I guess. We
got home and got everything set up. We had lights all over the backyard
that way, if anything came out of any direction, he would light up
like a football stadium. While we were getting things cleaned up, we heard
voices coming towards our house. Kannie and I both looked at each other.
It's not like folks just to drive around in this area, and we weren't
expecting John and Marie. But sure enough, there was John's truck, and
then behind him was a beat up four door Sedan that we'd never seen before.
I know John wouldn't bring a stranger to our home without a good reason,
so we both walked up to the front to see what was going on.
Hey, John said as he got out of the truck and walked up
to shake my hand. I tried to call you both at the house and
your cell phone, but you didn't answer. I wanted to introduce you to
somebody that can help us. To be honest, I was a little perturbed.
We had talked about not bringing strangers into this now here he was with
someone who can help us. I was cordial, however, it wasn't his
fault. My name is Mark and this is my wife, Connie, I
said, walking up to shake his hand. He didn't appear threatening or like
he was there to waltz in and take over everything. He was taller,
younger than us, tanned, had dark hair and a pleasant attitude. It's
a pleasure to meet you both, he said. I used to live here.
My name is Ashton Samuel's I lived here with my wife and our children.
Wow. If we could have used anyone's knowledge concerning this creature in our
portion of the woods, his was it. He could give us much needed
insight on everything, like when the activity started for him, how long it
was before this creature started harassing them? And more importantly, did he also
have experiences with bigfoot? See, when we purchased the house from them,
it was strictly between us and the realtor. We signed all of our documents
online and sent them over at closing, so our schedules never matched up for
us to be here at the same time, so I'd never met him face
to face. Yes, I said, excitedly, it's nice to meet you.
We've done quite a bit since you were last here. Come on,
I'll show you around and we can talk. We all walked to the backyard
and started showing him everything we'd added fixed up, and of course our livestock.
You all are really brave putting all these animals here, Ashton said.
We had our dog and a few chickens, but that's it. We were
told by the neighbors before us that bringing in any kind of animal here was
a bad idea. John and I cut our eyes at each other. I
see he didn't say why, I asked curiously. Ashton shrugged his shoulders.
He didn't really go into any detail. He just said he didn't want to
talk about it, but he was peculiar anyway, so I didn't really pay
him any mind. I wish I would have now it could have saved my
wife and I at a headache and stress. Just then, he noticed the
chicken coop with a large blue tarp over it. He walked over to it
and was looking around on the ground in the whole parimeter, John, myself
and Connie walked over. What are you looking for? Connie asked, It
was here, wasn't it, Ashton said, as he looked over the top
of the coop. That's why the blue tarps here. I was looking for,
any prince. I walked around to the back where he was standing.
What was here? I asked. I already knew the answer to the question,
but I wanted him to say it as confirmation that we were all talking
about the same thing. I don't know exactly what it was, Ashton said.
I only seen it once, but it was like nothing I'd ever seen
before. It was tall, had to be every bit of seven feet tall,
or maybe even a little more. It had a long torso, and
its eyes glowed amber in color. My wife and I saw it coming out
of the woods at the dead end one night when we were walking we saw
it coming through the trees. The moon illuminated it just enough so we could
get a good look at it. It was almost like a hyaena that you
would see in the wild or at zoos. But I'd never seen a hyaena
that tall, and it walked on its hind feet when it growled. Even
though it probably wasn't the best idea, we ran. Connie sighed great,
she said in a hushed tone under her breath. I was curious if he
and his wife had seen it close enough to give that kind of description.
How were they still alive if they saw it coming out of the woods.
Why didn't it attack them? Are you saying that this thing didn't chase you
and your wife when you took off running, John asked, confused, No,
sir, it never broke the tree line. I glanced behind me only
once to make sure it hadn't come after us. I knew if it did,
we wouldn't have made it home. I saw it standing there, growling,
mouth wide open, but not moving. This had me baffled. Why
are they not coming out? Clearly? The one I shot had no problem
leaving that area. I had no choice but to dismiss it, and I
went on and told Ashton what had happened with the chicken? It didn't stay
here and eat it, he asked, puzzled, No, like I said,
I saw the shadow figure carrying it back into the woods. I said,
is that a strange behavior or something you hadn't seen before? He stood
there silently and looked at the ground. Something got our chickens, too,
but it wasn't carried back into the woods. That, to me, personally,
is strange. I just never put two and two together that what my
wife and I saw that night could have been what got our chickens. Until
now. We just figured it was something that lived in the woods, you
know, something of this world. But maybe it wasn't. I felt bad
for the kid. Reality had just smacked him in the face pretty hard.
I'm not saying that what killed your chickens wasn't a natural animal. It absolutely
could have been. But if it weren't, in my opinion, I don't
think it was the one that you and your wife had saw. I think
it was one that was more evil and more sinister, I said. Ashton
looked at all of us, eyes racing. There's more than just one of
them, he asked, clearly shaken. Up. I just assumed the one
that we saw that night was the one that tore up the side of our
house, almost like it was saying stay away, a warning, if you
will. John chuckled. Oh, yes, there's more than one of them.
I personally seen the one you described, But there's more than one of
them in these woods over here, he said. But we saw that one
out in the woods a couple of times. John, Remember we were hunting
and saw it twice, Ashton said, I remember it well, Ashton,
John said, answering, But if you remember, the one we saw twice
was blacker than any black. It didn't look like a hyena. He stood
silent. You're right, John, I guess I just blocked it out.
I remember now. I was terrified. That's a typical trauma response. Connie
said, reassuringly. It's okay. Let me ask you a question I began.
If you don't want to answer it, that's okay. There's something else
my wife and I discovered, and I'm curious if you've seen it, heard
it, or possibly smelled it. Was hesitant to even say a word.
This may sound out landers, but it can't get any stranger than what we've
already been talking about bigfoot Ashton. Did you or your wife ever experience bigfoot?
He laughed, Oh, no, sir, no bigfoot. I think
we would have moved a whole lot sooner had we seen one of those as
well. We moved after our house got torn up on that side that was
just too close for comfort for us and our children. They used to play
right there in the backyard. We knew this could be seen out in the
daytime when I was hunting with John, but I thought it was something that
would just simply stay in the woods. But after it scratched up our house,
we knew it wasn't afraid of humans. We moved shortly after that.
We couldn't risk it attacking one or both of our kids or even our dog.
Plus, the size print that I found in the loose dirt by the
house indicated this thing was massive in size. He paused, Then, wait,
you guys have seen a bigfoot on this property. We walked back up
to the house and sit down in the John and I told him about our
encounters with this dog man and how Connie and I had discovered the big footprint
when we went back into the woods. It was all terrifying to recount,
but we were trying to get answers. You shot the thing in the face
and it didn't die, Ashton ash shocked. Connie poured herself another cup of
coffee. Yep, you would think it had been laying right over there on
the ridge line, and after taking a shot like that, the blood was
there, but nothing else. The fact that this happened near the water is
scary to me, Ashton said, as he took a drink of his tea.
I took my son there fishing many times. I'm so glad that nothing
happened to us while we were there. John and I were thinking the same
thing. We would love to try to get him back into the woods with
us. I wasn't sure how fond of the idea. Who would be?
It wouldn't hurt to ask. Let's cut to the chase, I said,
sternly. We've experienced hell right here in our face. We know there's more
than one of these things now, and there's been signed a big foot.
John has done a research on how to keep these things off of our property,
but what we need to know now is how to get rid of them
altogether. I know bigfoot isn't as bad as these dog men are. I
was told many stories by my grandpa about Bigfoot with these dog men, though
they have to go. What we've learned is they are the cockroaches of the
forest. Now, you're the only one around here that we know of that
has had experiences with these things like we have. Would you be willing to
go out into the woods with us to get a better idea of how to
handle this. We all sat looking at Ashton waiting for his answer. I
felt bad for being so harsh with him, but we had to know.
We didn't really have any more time for small talk. I could tell that
he was nervous as I sat watching. To be honest, I would be
too. He had a wife, children and a family. He wasn't obligated
to help us in any way, shape or form. They moved away for
a good reason. The good thing is he obviously had some interest in helping,
or he wouldn't have come back here with John in the first place.
Cell Phones are of no use in the woods. There's no signal, Ashton
said out of nowhere. John said, you guys have been using walkie talkies,
which is smart. We need to set trail cams up as far out
as possible. That'll keep them farther away from here. I had talked to
someone who was knowledgeable in wildlife, not necessarily dog man per se, but
I would think they have some of the same tendencies. They all eat,
drink water, and have to have shelter. How far away was that kve
from this house? John, We were all taken aback by Ashton and his
response. He was quiet at first, he seemed timid. It was almost
like the same thing that happened with John, an instant flip of the switch,
and he was awful or having me and Connie go back out into the
woods that same switch flip for Ashton right in front of our very eyes.
I guess maybe half a mile. John stammered out. I had to get
the binoculars out to get a good look. The prince I saw when I
lived here were big, but in no way where they like a big foot.
They were like wolf prints. I did my own research after we moved
from here. There's not one good thing about them that I found. Encounters
of people going missing, animals, people, pets. I don't think getting
rid of them is realistic. I don't think they can be wiped out altogether.
The one you shot didn't die, which suggests to me that there's something
out of this world. Did they come from another dimension? That? I
don't know, but sometimes the encounters I've listened to suggest that. So getting
rid of them is a stretch, but we can try at least to keep
them away from this property another dimension. Has this turned into some sort of
science fiction novel? Large wolves from another world walking into hours, wreaking havoc,
and then leaving again to go back to their dimension. I have to
be honest. My mind was spending. The information John found didn't suggest any
of that. It was all factual information that was documented. So I take
it you'll go with us. Then Connie asked since me nor John had anything
else to say, and set quiet. We had halogen lights, trail cams,
walkie talkies. We just needed another set of eyes, someone else who
knows something else about this. Ashton reached out and shook my wife's hand.
I'll be there. I'll do everything I can to help, but if this
goes bad out there, we can't be heroes. We have to leave.
These creatures are big, strong and powerful. I know you know that,
based on your own experience, you won't win one on one with them.
I'm glad Mark and John did, but they're obviously the exceptions to the rule.
I guarantee you it won't happen twice. Ashton left and went home to
talk to his wife about everything. Connie and I finished making sure that everything
was taken care of on our property. John left as well to go home
to talk to Marie. She was over the whole thing and was trying to
keep away from us as much as possible. She just wanted to tuck it
away and be done. I understood her stands, though I wish we could
all do that, but this was our reality. To be able to continue
living our fairytale life as Marie wanted to see it, we had to take
care of the evil villain. That night, Connie and I made one last
check of our property before going inside to get ready for bed. Night had
just fallen. Connie had double checked the chicken coop one last time. She
walked up to the deck with me and we sit in the chairs facing our
yard. Our porch light was on as bright as it could be. I
didn't know if it was enough to keep them away from us, or if
it was just enough to illuminate us to be easier or prey for them.
But we were tired of not being able to enjoy what we'd worked so hard
for, being prisoners of the concrete jungle we came from. We always used
to talk about how nice it would be to be able to sit outside,
no neighbors, no noises at all except for those of insects, our own
hideaway. Now we were fighting for it. Do you feel like something or
someone is watching us, Mark, Connie asked. I looked around the property
as much as I could see. I didn't see or hear anything. I
think we're just being paranoid. Now, if something or someone was around,
these lights would come on and we would have plenty of time to get inside,
I said, trying to reassure. Just then, the hair on my
arm stood on end. I looked down at them and called Connie's attention to
it. I think we should go in, she said. I don't feel
comfortable sitting out here anymore. A low, snarling growl echoed through the woods.
In an instant. It sounded like a freight train that was coming straight
at us through the trees. As soon as it stepped onto the property,
the lights came on and lit up the whole back area. We saw it
then, tall, blacker than black, with glowing eyes and a look of
pure hatred on its face. We stood up to run when we heard it
in the distance, a yell that I had only heard my grandpa talk about
bigfoot. We watched this thing back up and almost dissolve into the trees.
A loud knock followed the yell, and then everything fell silent. Not one
footstep could be heard, no growling, no nothing. Connie and I looked
at each other, confused and quickly went inside. Was that bigfoot yelling?
Connie asked me. Yes, I said, rubbing my face, trying to
wrap my mind around what had just happened. Not only was that a bigfoot,
but a dog man retreated when it hurt it. That bigfoot saved our
lives. They say, you don't want to go home, but you can't
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