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Today, everybody, this is Less Striding Yes, yes I know aka Surviving
Man, and you're listening to Brian on Sasquatch Odys. Hey guys, and
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the Woods. I'm really enjoying the way this story is developing. Tiffany is
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So I hope you guys are enjoying the story as much as I am.
This is chapter two of possibly three in the story. We really don't know
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Speaking of which, I know that's why you guys are here. So
I'm gonna stop talking. You guys, sit back, relax, and enjoy
the show. I'm sorry, Connie said, I think I'm misunderstood you.
You didn't say that you were going outside. You yourself told me that this
dog man used to do the exact same thing to the family who lived here
before us. You said that it drug its claws across the house. Do
you not think that's what it's doing now? And yet you two want to
go outside with this thing. I know what I said to you about us
being hunters, and we are mark, but we have to be smart about
it. We will take this animal down, But loading up two small weapons
and going out the door field with anger, fear, and testosterone isn't smart.
John and I looked at each other, both caught off guard by her
tone. Well, yeah, we're going outside, I said, trying to
match her intensity. We have to figure out what that sound is. We
can only assume that's what it was, but we won't know for sure unless
we go check. Connie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Look, I
appreciate this thing that you two are taking. You are the men, and
you want to make sure that me and Marie are okay. I get it,
Mark, but you didn't see what I saw that night coming out of
the woods. You didn't see what John and Marie saw in the woods during
their encounter either. This creature is big and it's mean. It's not like
any other animal we've seen or taken down in the woods before. This dog
Man is not something that any weapon we have is going to take down.
The only thing you're going to be successful at is making it even angrier than
it already is. We are going to have to formulate a plant, all
of us together. I holstered my gun and motioned for John to do the
same. If we walk out that door now, the dog Man would be
the least of our worries. I can't lie. John started. I didn't
really want to go out there and face that thing again. I just shook
my head I guess until I see this thing, I'm just not going to
understand. Well, what do you propose we do? Then? I asked
everyone. They all looked at each other and then looked back at me.
Well, Maurice spoke up. It's been quiet since that one sound, no
movement, no more metallic scraping sounds, just the sounds of our voices talking.
One thing I'm certain of, she continued, is that John and I
are spending the night here. I am not walking out that door the sun
comes up. Connie reached out her hand from Maries, Honey, you are
both welcome to stay here anytime. She stood up from the table and walked
into the linen closet to get some extra pillows, sheets, and a blanket.
The couch has a pull out bed in it, I said, as
I made my way into the living room to show them. It may not
be the most comfortable, but for one night, it'll be fine. That'll
be just fine, Mark. I appreciate yours and Connie's hospitality, I really
do, John said as he shook my hand. Connie came in the room
carrying four pillows, the sheets, and a large quilt. She began making
up the pill out bed for them, while I showed them where the towels
were in case they wanted to take a shower. We sat around that evening
like a bunch of teenagers. We watched movies and had popcorn, and soon
we all fell asleep. Connie woke me up a little after three in the
morning to come to bed with her. I didn't even know she left the
room. On our way to the bedroom, we heard a loud scream from
outside. Connie turned around, eyes wide open, and whispered to me what
the hell was at If I had to guess, I would say it was
a Bobcat. Said. We're in a new house, so we aren't too
familiar with the noises that happen overnight, and honestly, we're never up at
this hour. It could happen every night and we just don't know it.
I was trying to keep her calm. I can only hope that I was
right about what I told her. Who's to say I'm not. This whole
dog man thing has everybody in an uproar, and every little thing that happens
automatically is because of that. We just need to get back to normal somehow.
The next morning, I woke up before everyone else. I made coffee
and breakfast and set the table seven in the morning. That's lazy from me,
John said as he walked into the kitchen. I'm usually up no later
than five thirty. Well, we were all up later than normal and tensions
were high, so I'll have to cut you some slack for that. Just
as John sat down, Connie Marie both walked into the kitchen at the same
time. They both looked like they were still half asleep. I set the
coffee and mugs on the kitchen table, along with the food. I dreamed
of that monster all night, Marie said. This is why I tried to
convince myself it didn't exist all those years. John looked at me and then
back at Marie. I knew what he was feeling. I felt like I
had to be the leader in this charge because I felt more capable of carrying
a level head in the situation since I had not had an encounter yet.
Well unless you want to count me almost hitting it with my car, that
is. But it wasn't a good enough siding to scare the wits out of
me like it had everyone else. I'm going outside, Mark, if you
want to join me. John said after breakfast had been cleaned up. I
know I've seen these things in the daytime, just as Marie has, but
I'm not going to be afraid to leave your house or mine. Connie Marie
put up less of a fight today than they had last night. John and
I cautiously walked outside our heads on a swivel. It had to come from
our back lot, I said. These woods you see to the side really
don't have much depth to them before. It's just trees and a steep cliff.
I wouldn't even call them woods. However, Connie said she saw it
coming out of the woods, and this would have to be where she saw
it. No wonder she was blaring the horn. That was a close siding
of this thing. I never doubted my wife, But until you're in the
position that the person is when they're telling you about it, you can't really
appreciate it. This is also the side that the guy had to paint before
they could sell the house. It had long scratches down and across the aluminum.
Over here, John said, as he was pointing, we walked to
the side of the house where we had heard the metallic scraping sound coming from.
It was the same side that John was talking about. I fully expected
to see large scratches in the aluminum that I would have to prime and paint.
From the sounds of it, possibly replace altogether. But there was nothing,
not a mark, nothing to be found. Anywhere we went all around
the perimeter of our house. There wasn't any evidence of any damage whatsoever.
John and I just looked at each other in bewilderment. That makes no sense.
You were here, you heard it too. How can something that was
so loud, that could have only been something dragging their nails across the aluminum
have not left a mark? I asked John, your guess is as good
as mine. I have no explanation for that one, he replied in shock.
We started walking towards the furthest part of our back lot. We were
looking for anything. At this point, John and I split up in hopes
to better our chances. There were some areas in the back where you could
go into a shallow portion of the woods. It was all grown up,
however, and no human could get through there. Connie and I ventured back
there. When we were getting everything set up for the chickens in our gardens.
They were brier bushes back there as tall as we are. That's,
of course, not saying something like a dog man could get through there.
I'm assuming just like a big foot, they go through all kinds of things
and it just doesn't bother them. So maybe whatever this was did come from
back there. Either way, it still didn't explain the sound we all heard
last night. Two and two were not equaling up to four here, and
I don't like it at all. We don't have neighbors near us, We're
not near any highways or any machinery plants. Something was on our property last
night. I don't believe in coincidences, and I totally believe that whatever almost
hit my truck and this strange sound were somehow connected. I just have to
prove it. Connie Marie met us in the backyard and I explained to both
of them that the house had no damage on it at all. They were
also shocked based on that sound. Connie Marie started looking at the woods where
we stood. Connie saw it first and gasped, well, you got it
right, Mark. It was a bobcat, she said, looking over at
me while pointing to the wood line. This bobcat lay on the ground surrounded
by waist high briars and bushes, and me and John had completely missed it.
I pushed the briars back as far as possible to take a closer look.
This thing had been mauled, but early enough. The look that was
frozen on its face was one of terror and shock, almost like it was
caught off guard. Is there such a thing in the animal world while these
things have this look on their face when they're attacked that I don't know for
sure, but this bobcat sure did appear that it had been ambushed. We
have to bury it, Marie said. If not, you guys are going
to have an even bigger problem. John chuckled, trying to lighten the mood,
bigger than dog man. Luckily, I'd left my post hold digger out
there, so we buried the bobcat before making our way back to the house
to prevent other critters from making a meal of it. Well, I feel
like we've overstayed our welcome at this point, John said, Marie and I
need to get back home and tend to our animals. No doubt their raising
came wanting something. After gathering all their things from inside, Connie gave Maria
a hug. You guys are welcome here anytime. You know that if we're
having to go through this, at least we're all experiencing it together. We
watched them from the front doors as they walked past our cars to get to
the hairs, but they stopped suddenly turned back around to face us at the
front door. They motioned for us to come outside, so we walked out
to see what the problem was. They're on my truck. We're scratches all
the way from the hood to the back bumper on the driver's side. Damn
it, really my truck, I said angrily. My truck was an older
model when I used for hauling farm equipment and whatnot. None of this plastic
and aluminium stuff these newer models are made of. It was a battle axe
I'd had for years. Connie rubbed my back. I'm so sorry. I
know you loved that truck. Luckily, if there is a luckily here,
it's only scratches and nothing worse. She always had a positive side, but
I was not in the mood for that right now. I was mad.
I didn't care if it was only minor damage. The fact that there was
any damage was enough that finding did make sense though my truck was sitting on
the same side of the house that we had heard the sound coming from the
night before. But what magnified the sound so much in our house? It
was like the nails on a chalkboard sound. I would think that if it
was just scratching my truck, it wouldn't have made enough noise for us to
hear it. Nonetheless, it was an answer, but an answer that brought
even more questions. After seeing one happened to that bobcat, Connie and I
got straight to work beefing up our animal housing. I can't say for sure
if Dogman was responsible. We're in the woods. It could have been anything,
but we wanted to make sure that whatever did that to the bobcat didn't
have a chance to do that to our livestock. Our property was coming along,
and the day finally came for cows, chickens, and pigs to be
delivered. John and Marie had come over to help us to get everything in
place. Seeing as how we were sharing the land with some sort of cryptid
devil, hunting would be limited for the time being, at least on our
land. John had given Connie and I permission to hunt on his property,
so that's what we did. For some reason, the brunt of our incidents
as were happening at our place. We still had to figure out why.
That's where the pigs came into play. If Johnna Marie had no children,
no dogs, just cows and chickens. But we're having no activity to catch
this dog man, we were going to have to throw in something to really
entice it. This thing toys with you. I know that at any point
it's large enough and strong enough to attack us at any minute, Yet it
doesn't. The Only thing that clicks when we talk about it is that this
is where it has a home, assuming that it has one, It sees
this place as its primary territory, and Connie and I are living right at
the heart of it. We all sat at the table at John and Marie's
and came up with a plan, well as much of one as we could
make. I don't feel like this thing is other worldly paranormal by any means,
John said. I started doing some research on them, and they're everywhere.
I've listened to encounter after encounter, and they all match for the most
part. The one thing that's common in almost every story I've heard is that
they're just like any other living breathing animal. They all need shelter, food,
and water. On your property. It has all of that. You
guys experienced it at the water that day. They're alone. It has two
things. It needs food and water. You know you have deer and other
small game there as well. Connie smiled a devious smile. We need to
find out where it lays its head. I have some small animal calls that
I used to hunt. I said, why don't we use that to call
it in. That's going to get it here quicker, right, I'm sure
it will. Mury spoke up, but it still isn't going to help you
locate where it's den Is. You'll be drawing it out, but that won't
help in the long run. I don't know, Murray. Maybe since this
dog man came out during the day as well, we can distract it.
We can have one of us at the woodline at the house and the other
person making the calls. If this dog man is primarily a canine and an
apex predator, the hearing on this thing must be top notch. If someone's
here in the cornfield making animal calls, it will be safer for the other
person to go looking for some sort of cave or large hole or something for
it to sleep in. John said, I guess. Marie said hesitantly,
but is that actually safe? Me and John made eye contact at that point.
We knew that it would be dangerous and someone could get hurt, but
we didn't want to share that with Connie Marie. Connie had the mind of
a hunter. Her goal was to take this thing down whatever it took.
But would she be willing to sacrifice me or John in the process. No,
she wouldn't, but he and I both knew that this would be our
best shot at taking care of this problem. Well, we hope, So
anyway to make this easier, I have several walkie talkies we can use to
communicate. Since John knows these woods better than Connie and I, he can
be the one to go in and do the search while I hide in the
cornfield and make the sound of an injured animal. When I hear something coming
in my direction, I radio him and let him know it's okay for him
to go in. I don't know, guys, Murray went on, this
seems like it's too much. I can't believe we're sitting here formulating a plan
to do something like this. I just felt like we're putting too much at
risk. John reached over and grabbed your hand. Look, we've hunted all
of our lives. They've already struck this thing's curiosity, even more so by
bringing in these pigs, probably something that's never been here before that's going to
keep it on its toes. I wouldn't agree with something like this if I
didn't believe it was absolutely necessary. And wouldn't you want something done if you
always had to worry about your home, the lives of your animals, and
most importantly, the safety of you and your loved one. I guess you're
right, she conceded. Just be safe, John, That's all I ask.
If you feel you're getting into deep, get out of those woods.
John smiled. Deal. The next couple of weeks, Connie and I observed
all of our animals closely. Something was definitely stirring them up. They always
acted different when a predator was around, so we could always pinpoint the exact
times has happened every day to get a handle on when to put our plan
into action. Luckily, nothing had been able to get to them again.
The mindset of how these things toy with you, Connie. I also set
up motion detectors at the back of the house, just as an extra layer
of protection. Bright halogen lights would come on with any movement from the woodline.
The first time they went off, we ran to the window at the
back of the house to hopefully see what it was. Nothing but a raccoon.
But it did let us know how sensitive the lights were, and we
got to see how much light they gave off when they came on. Stay
tuned for more sasquatch otos will be right back. After these messages, we
all met over at John and Marie's early and went over what we had observed.
We explained that the only thing that had tripped our motion detectors were small
animals at night when it was completely dark. But we had noticed that every
day around dusk, probably around five or a little after, all of our
livestock got really worked up. These long summer days plays in our favor because
it keeps John out of the woods alone at night. Connie said, we
looked like infantry men getting ready for battle. I had my hunting gear on
rifle on my back and my walkie talkie in my hand. I grabbed my
injured deer call. On the way out the door, John met me outside
and I found that he too was dressed for war. It almost felt like
we were kids again, trying to ambush the neighborhood bullies. Honestly, though,
I was still having a hard time wrapping my mind around all of this.
All I had to go on was the words from my wife and our
dear friends as to what we were even dealing with. I still hadn't fully
laid my eyes on it. Part of me wanted to see it, while
the other part of me didn't. Based on everybody's description and hearing how it
affected people after they saw it, I certainly didn't want to have a fear
of the woods. It was my life. The interest to the woods is
about two miles from our house, John, it's five miles from our house
to yours. Based on the size of this, however, I don't think
it would take it very long to get from here to there. I'll hit
you up on the walkie talkie when I'm in the cornfield, and when I
make my first call, I'm not sure if you'll be able to hear it
from where you are, so let's keep open communication at all times. So
we're all on the same page, I told him. Just then Connie qued
up her walking and said, Hey, are you guys ready to do this?
As ready as we'll ever be, Connie, I said back to her.
She and Marie were inside keeping an eye out the back window, hoping
to see this thing tear through the woods along the woodline, to give us
a heads up and to let John know when to go in. You're going
to have to be quick, Mark, Connie said the night before while we
were going over the plan. This has speed like you won't believe. Once
it hears that call, it's going to be coming for you full force,
and it won't stop once I signal you. You must be able to get
back to your truck in time. Marie had given John the same speech.
I get it, though he and I were facing the same amount of danger.
If we're being honest here him more than me. He's going to look
for this thing's den. Who knows what he might find. I brought some
pigs blood from the butcher to spread across the section of the cornfield to hopefully
give me enough time to get away and to keep it occupied while I try
to get the John with the girls in position inside and John in his truck
at the entrance of the woods. At the dead end, I made my
way to their house. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was raging through
my system. I started having doubts creep in as I drove. What if
this doesn't work, What if it makes the situation at home worse than it
is? That was my worst fear, what if we have to move to
finally get away from this monster. I quickly dismissed all of my doubts.
I also tried to think of everything my Grandpa would say if he were here.
He would tell me I have to stand up for my family and our
home. Remember, these things only show themselves to people who want to see
them. No fear sign get this son of a bitch. I had all
I needed. Then all my doubts are raced and a new air of confidence
instilled. I got to their farm and walking them to let them know I
was walking to make my way into position. I grabbed the pigs blood out
of the back of the truck and made my way to the right corner of
the cornfield. I was in just far enough not to be seen, but
not too far in where I wouldn't be able to make my way out.
I spread the blood around in a circle about fifty feet from where I would
be positioned, still way too close for comfort in my opinion. Nonetheless,
it was time making my first call now, I told everyone. It was
so quiet it was almost deafening. At this point, I could hear my
heart beat in my ears. That would play in my favor. However,
most anything should be able to hear this. I cut the call to my
mouth, and I gave three to four calls, each with different intensities than
I waited. It seemed like forever sitting in the corn field, surrounded by
blood and nothingness while I waited for a ferocious beast to break through. Run,
Run, Run, kind of yelled over the walkie, it's coming,
Mark, We saw it, and it's quickly headed your way. Please hurry.
John took that as his cue, and he ran as fast and as
hard as he could into the woods, tearing through briars and thick brush,
searching for anything that resembled an opening or a cave. He remembered going through
that area with his old neighbor. Just over the ridgeline, and out of
breath, he saw it a very large cave. This must be it.
I found it, he yelled into the walkie, trying to catch his breath.
That has to be it. It's huge. I was running as hard
and as fast as I ever had before. I was too winded to reply
to John, and I was hoping that either Connie and Marie would answer.
My lungs burned with every breath I took, and fear was beginning to overtake
me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and that's when
I heard it, a low, long growl approaching. I'd made it almost
out of the cornfield. I was home free. Then I fell with a
hard thud, and I dropped my walkie. This thing was inching further into
the corn I could hear its thrashing. No doubt it found the blood by
now. I didn't have time to look for the walkie At this point.
I scrambled up as fast as I could and made a bee line from my
truck. I threw it in reverse, spinning gravel and making a large dust
cloud, and I hauled ass out of there. Mark, come in,
Are you out of there yet? Connie pleaded into awey radio silence. Marie
was pacing the floor in praying. I knew this was a bad idea.
I just knew it. Connie paid her no mind, Mark, answer me?
Are you okay? John could hear everything that was going on, and
he was trying to reach Mark as well. Just then John saw the movement
in the cave. There's more than one, he exclaimed. He was immediately
on the wakee to whoever would listen. Guys, we have a problem.
There's just then the transmission became garbled and broke up. Silence. Now both
Connie and Marie were frantic. John, what's the problem you broke up?
Can you repeat? Connie? Ask? There's more than one of these things,
he said fearfully into the mic. We screwed up. We weren't prepared
enough for this. Connie pleaded into the waukee again, Mark, please answer
me. I slid into the grass, into the front of our house and
ran inside. I must have looked like a maniac at that point. Mark,
you're alive, Connie yelled. She threw her arms around my neck and
cried, Look, I love you too, but we've got to get to
John. I dropped my walkie in the cornfield when I fail. Where's John?
Have you heard anything from him. I was spitting out my questions left
and right. My adrenaline was at an all time high, and I just
wanted to get to my friend. Connie's face changed in an instant. He
found the cave of the dog Man. But there's a problem, a big
one. She said, what's the problem? I was almost frantic. Suddenly
a noise crackled out of the walkee. If you can still hear me,
I'm hunkering down here, they spotted me. I could really use some help
up here. Has anyone heard from markt I grabbed the walkie from Connie.
I'm here, buddy, Where are you at? Mark? Thank God you're
okay. It's a big cave, but there's more than one. I need
your help. He said. I'm coming, but you have to tell me
where. John, where, argue, I'm at the top of the ridge.
His walkee had gone out again. I queued up Milwaukee again. At
the top of what John, you cut out? They're coming the ridge line
hurry. Then his transmission went silent. They say, you don't gotta go,
oh, but you can't stay and I don't want to be alone the
world out trying to try that time everything come her baby, right baby,
my joy for me to stay right now. I'm coming right away, suss
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