I have always believed in all things supernatural and unexplainable in our strange world,
things like ghosts and aliens and windigoes, etc. I've seen things I couldn't
even begin to explain, going back to us early as sharing my bunk bed
in a room with my sister and both of us experiencing and seeing and hearing
unnatural things. This past May, I got married to my husband, Chad,
and he's the one to blame for my unplanned beings dive into Bigfoot.
It's not his fault, of course. I grew up hearing stories about bigfoot
from my very large family for years. I was always intrigued by what they
were and if they were really out there in our Minnesota woods, but it
never really pulled my leg until now. What started all of this was because
of a real bigfoot encounter told me that he had and which he didn't tell
me for a long time, and he predicted I wouldn't have believed him anyway.
Ten years ago, it was late August and Chad was a senior in
high school. He had just turned eighteen, and he was enjoying his last
summer weekend before school started up the following Monday, him and his buddy were
hanging out Friday night at his friend's parents' house. They started out the night
playing video games and drinking soda, and realizing that neither of them had eaten,
they went upstairs and hopped in a friend's car and ran to the store.
They decided to grab some steaks. Once they were back, they decided
to grill them up outside on the deck in the backyard. The deck was
two stories high and the forestation behind the house was super thick, and it
was dense with trees, and there was roughly ten yards from the house in
each direction to the forest. It was totally surrounded. As soon as they
lit up the grill for the stakes, they started hearing rustling noises coming out
of the undergrowth in the tree line. Well initially, they chalked it up
to a deer or cody or some other animal, and they continued grilling.
They were used to the wild animals out in the woods, and then both
Chad and his friend heard a loud double knock, like the sound of the
cracking of a baseball bat against a tree. They both froze for a second,
looking off straight into the woods where they heard the sound coming from,
thinking what the hell was that? Chad hollered out at it after a second,
saying, well, knock knock to you too, but well they both
started laughing it off like it was nothing, and they forgot about it quickly,
and then suddenly they heard the same double knock again. This time the
sound was coming slightly from the right of the woods, and again the rustling
under the bushes in the treeline started all over again. They finished their steaks
and they were two on edge to enjoy them now, and they chucked their
remaining t bones to the left of the tree line, both of them flying
past the clearing, and the rustling that they were hearing in front of them
was now crashing loudly to the left toward those bones. They turned the propane
off to the grill really fast and got the hell out of there, and
they bee lined it toward the house. His friend grabbed his car keys and
says, man, let's get out of here, and they jumped into the
car and the tires peel, not even looking back toward the house. Once
they slowed up about a mile away from his friend's place, each of them
pulled out a cigarette and popped in a rush CD I don't know why I
think that's funny, but that's just kind of funny. They started off by
listening to Tom Sawyer because they both thought there was something relaxing about the music
effects in that track. His friend was still driving, and they took a
ride down a dirt road toward the backwoods neighborhood to tea in the road,
and they took another right. The friend was only going about twenty miles an
hour because he knew that deer were notorious on that road and people hit him
all the time. Music was blasting and they were singing back and forth to
each other, and Chad looked out the windshield on a whim and right in
front of them, moving quickly to the left in two huge steps, he
saw a damn bigfoot cross the road with eyes wide and in shot. His
friend noticed Chad's face and asked him what was up, and he slowed down
the car. Chad choked out the words, it's a bigfoot man, his
friend replying loudly, a bigfoot. Chad nodded rapidly and his friend immediately with
the car around, shouting where they drove back about one hundred feet, and
Chad pointing to where he saw him cross the road. His friend pulled the
headlights into the ditch toward the patch of broken matted weeds, and his headlights
were pointing at a tree about seventy five feet in front of them. This
tree stood twenty five or thirty feet tall and there was a two way branch
splitting starting up at about eight feet from the base. Chad was staring at
the space in the split tree and realized he was looking at a gray brown,
reddish hair covered chest. He slowly looked upward and he saw the face
four feet above the split, and it was staring right back at him.
Chad said that this thing looked very old and very sinister, and it was
definitely not happy that some kids had spotted him mistakenly. Chad was terrified,
and he realized he was holding his breath, and once a friend opened the
car door, he tried to scream get back in the car, but he
only ended up choking his words out. He was too scared to talk before
speaking English again, he looked back at the tree to see if the bigfoot
was still there, and he caught this beast breaking off a branch toward the
top of the tree like it was a pretzel. The bigfoot then hurl the
branch clear over the car and immediately caught his friend's attention as it passed the
other side of the ditch and landed with a loud crash in the field behind
the car well. They looked at each other and they were freaking out,
and Chad finally screamed, let's go. The second he shouted that, the
bigfoot let out a deep, resonating evil roar. Chad's friend froze in fear
the flight response catching up to him. He jumped into the car. Chad
was already in there, and he slammed the car into reverse, pointing them
to the right, and then slammed it into drive and he took off fast,
kicking up so much dirt and dust that they couldn't see the tail lights.
Neither of them said a word to each other the entire way back to
his friend's house. They were trying to come to terms with what had just
happened to them. Once they were back at the house, Chad asked his
friend, along with using some choice words, can you believe that just happened?
No, it didn't happen because I refused to believe it, and I
don't want to be looked at as crazy, replied his friend. Well how
can you say that, said Chad, You saw what happened. We don't
have to tell anyone, but you can't ignore this. Well, maybe you
can't, as friend said, but I can't. And if you tell anyone
I was involved, I will deny it until I'm dead. His friend finished
a conversation and headed toward his dad's liquor cabinet. They weren't old enough to
drink legally, but they both took a shot or two, not mentioning the
encounter of the rest of the night. I thought my husband was crazy when
he told me this story. I didn't believe him at first, but I
really thought about it, and I thought this is too detailed to be led
about. So one afternoon, a week after he told me this story,
he brought me to where this had all gone down ten years ago. It
was a nice sunny day, and I figured we'd go on the adventure with
our dog. I parked car on the side of the dirt road was seventy
five feet from the tree, where you could still see the break from the
branch, and when I saw that, I got goosebumps. All over my
arms. We got out and started looking around, seeing if we could find
any clues from his encounter or new footfalls in the area. I was trying
to look for the huge branch this creature had broken off and thrown, but
I couldn't find it. We did find what looked to be a trail of
matted down grass leading to the tree from the dirt road, and on the
opposite side of the road, the trail of matted down grass continued into the
forest. On that side we found a fresh break of a tree branch sticking
straight up in the dirt, like someone had stuck it there very recently,
sort of like a marker. Instantly we both smell something rancid. It was
like death and sewage, and we covered our noses. We were standing completely
still at this We were one hundred feet from that tree line. The sounds
of the bugs and birds had completely stopped, and our dog was on guard.
Her hair was standing straight up and she was growling, and she was
staring in the direction of those trees. We heard a couple of whistles coming
from the left and the right, and then some more in front of us.
Chad and I started walking backwards slowly, and our dog ran to the
car and jumped in, and when we got there, she was shaking in
fear. I still wasn't able to see anything, but the feeling of the
fear creeped up on me, and we just kept walking slowly back to the
car, not making any sudden moves. That was when I stopped dead in
my tracks because I realized I was now looking at a large, reddish brown
figure in the tree line, and then I saw it crouch down and disappear
once he had noticed that I noticed him. I held in a scream.
My heart was pumping, and Chad and I booked it back to the car.
We didn't peel out, We just drove slowly down the road and I
was looking out the window towards the tree line to see if I could see
anything again, and I spotted a different but similar creature with darker hair,
and it was significantly smaller. I pulled my phone out and took a picture,
but this thing noticed me too soon and hid as soon as I snapped
the photo, and then we drove away and we haven't gone back there since.
I believe my husband now one hundred and ten percent, and I have
proof of my own that Bigfoot is out there. You can call this crazy,
but I couldn't make this shit up.