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, point by hello, get the Boddy out here.
Nine. I don't know him out there yet. Right out John was
lying on his stomach, almost afraid to peer over the large amount of dirty
was hiding behind. Once he gathered enough courage, he pulled out his binoculars
and he could clearly see over to their den. They held their noses in
the air, and he knew that they were trying to sniff him out.
Their massive size made them easy to see, but he still couldn't believe what
he was seeing. How was this real. How did they get here?
Where did they come from? It was almost as if he were looking at
a science experiment going horribly wrong, an average wolf filled with demons, and
somehow they escaped from the lab, a genetic mistake, and here he was
looking at them. He knew that there wasn't a lab that could create something
like this. However, these creatures were straight from the depths of hell.
They were standing there on their back legs, walking as if they were human.
The firt was long on some but short on the others. Their chests
were broad, and they had long torsos, and they had hands instead of
pause. Except for their feet. He noted that their feet were like those
of actual dogs. They didn't all look the same, though. Some reminded
him of hyenas, and some were just like werewolves he had seen in the
movies as a kid, large protruding snouts with jaws that opened, displaying razor
sharp things that would strike fear into anyone. This creature he was looking at
was pure evil. He thought back to all the encounters he had listened to,
and he was completely understanding as to why people would never go back into
the woods. After seeing these things, he wondered to himself if he would
after this. After all, he and Marie had animals to harvest for their
food. He didn't need to hunt at all. Marie. His thoughts went
to his dear sweet wife at that very moment. I must survive this from
Marie. She is my whole world and me losing this battle against these hell
beasts is not an option. He turned from his position to look down below
him. He hadn't heard anything creeping up on him, but with these things,
anything is possible. Why couldn't it have been a big foot? Why
did it have to be dog man inhabiting these woods. He turned the volume
down in his walkie so anything coming through didn't alert them as to where he
was, although he knew he already did. They were just messing with him.
John, come in, buddy, Please tell me where you're at again,
Mark said over the walkie. I need to know exactly where you are
so I can come help you. John fumbled with his walkie. Even the
slightest sound at the moment was too loud. I'm right at the ridge line
near the water. I hunkered down behind a large mound of dirt. I
can see them, Mark, The sun is starting to set, and I
need to get the hell out of here, John whispered into his walkie.
They know I'm here. There's no way that they can't. I'm headed your
way now, Bud. Don't move unless it's an emergency. We can't risk
you getting turned around and then getting lost in these woods. That would be
a fatal mistake. John replied. I looked at Connie and Marie were both
like fragile children standing in the kitchen, both on the verge of tears.
I'm taking this walkie with me, so I'm going to need both of you
to trust me. I must be able to communicate with John, but that
means I won't be able to communicate with either of you. I'm going out
there to get John before it gets any darker. Once complete nightfalls, he
and I are both going to be sitting ducks. The good news is that
he didn't have to go in too far before he found them. Connie walked
over to me and hugged me sobbing. I love you Mark with every fiber
of my being. Please come back to us safely with John. I pulled
away and smiled at her. I'll do my level best. You know that,
Marie stood up, not saying a word. She didn't have to at
this point. It was a make or break situation. I knew that I
had to get to John as well as myself back in one piece. I
ran to my truck and sped as fast as I could. I saw John's
truck and I parked off to the side away behind him, and I ran
the rest of the way in. John, come in. I just made
it to the woods, said, are you still at the ridgeline? They're
making the way into the woods now, mark. They're all disappearing in different
directions. The sun was setting further below the horizon, and I knew that
I had to get to him quick. I started to make my way up
to the water where he was at. I could hear far off noises,
and I knew, based on what he had just told me, it had
to be the echoes of these dog men walking. I saw John in the
distance, and I mustered all the strength that I had left in my legs
to run up to him. Come on, we've got to get out of
here, I said breathlessly, as I grabbed his shoulders to pull into his
feet. I hear them walking, and they're bound to get closer to us.
As John stood up, his pack got caught on a large branch.
As he turned around to remove it from the limb, the head of a
dog man came up over the mount of dirt. He and I were face
to face with one of these hell beasts. His head was large and its
ears were pointed. Dark, sinister red eyes bore holes into our souls.
Saliva dripped from its fangs, and blood covered the dark black fur around its
face, and we could only assume that they had had a recent hill.
We were both frozen in fear. What the hell do we do now?
If we turned our backs on it, we were done. If we stay
here, we faced the same fate. John was staggered just enough from me
that I felt comfortable pulling my weapon. I slowly pulled my shotgun as this
thing snarled and growled at every move I made. My mouth was dry and
my heart was in my throat. I didn't know of me shooting. It
was a good idea, but at this point it was our only hope.
At the very least, I would injure the damn thing. I said a
prayer under my breath and quickly raised my weapon. The rest of the way
and fired. My shot was a direct hit right in the face of this
dog man. It instantly fell backwards and we could no longer see it.
Not knowing if a shotgun blast to the face would actually kill one of these
creatures, we immediately took off, running as fast as we could down the
mountain to our trucks. Even though our ears were ringing from the shotgun blast,
we heard them all clambering behind us. The echo from the gun hadn't
scared them off as I'd hoped. It was almost as if it had called
them in, and they were closing in fast. We raced to the water,
sliding across the slick rocks as we crossed, and we both fell in
with a splash. We quickly got to our feet and made our way closer
and closer to the exit of the woods. John flew into this truck and
I got into mine. We started them at the same time, and as
we turned on our bright lights we saw them. Their eyes shine brighter than
the moon, and their large, ghastly figures outlined the trees. But they
didn't come after us. For whatever reason, they stopped. It was almost
as if something were keeping them in the woods. We certainly didn't stick around
to find out. We raced backwards all the way back to the house.
That way we could keep an eye on them, just in case they came
after us again. John and I slammed our trucks into park and quickly made
it inside. Connie Marie both gasped when we came in. I'm sure we
looked rough based on our ordeal. I'm just glad we made it back at
all. They helped us take off our wet clothes that were covered in more
than just water. If I'm being honest. We both had blood on our
faces from that shot that the dog man took. The only thing that we
knew to do then was to pace the floor. We were two filled with
adrenaline to sit down, calm down, or do anything else. We recounted
everything to Connie Marie as best we could, but we knew it was all
coming out too quickly for them to truly understand. We looked death right in
the face tonight. John said, shaking, I don't know if I'll ever
go back in the woods again, knowing these things are out there. Hell
after that, we may even move. I know I've seen these things in
the woods before, but I've never seen more than one, and never that
close. I feel bad for not leaving beforehand, knowing what I know now,
Marie gasped, maybe moving should be a decision that's made when cooler heads
prevailed. John, He took a deep, ragged breath. When cooler heads
prevail, Marie, John asked harshly, I was face to face with one
of these damn monsters. Its breath was a stinch you can't describe. Its
eyes were red, and the teeth, the teeth. John couldn't go any
further. He broke down. Then Maurice sat down and held him as he
cried. I knew in that moment this was something that was going to take
John a while to get over, and he was right after seeing them that
close in the woods, maybe we should all move. It really was something
of nightmares that we were face to face with. Guys, you really don't
understand. You two have seen it from a distance. We were inches from
this thing. There were at least five of them in the woods, six
counting the one that I shot. But something strange happened when we were leaving,
something I found very peculiar. We turned on our lights and we started
backing up, and they didn't come running after us as we had expected.
It was almost as if they couldn't break some imaginary barrier. John pulled himself
together and apologized for breaking down. I knew it was hard for him,
but I understand there's no need to apologize, John, Connie said, but
when you two were up to it, we really need to all collectively sit
down so you can calmly tell us what it is that you saw. Then
we can regroup and try to figure out what we do from here. Obviously
none of us want to move, so we have to figure out how to
handle this bunch and if you're shooting that one did any good? And where
we go from there. John stood up from the couch and started pacing again.
I need to go home. I want to go home. I would
love to take a shower and get all this blood off of me. I
stood up and walked over to him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
We'll get through this, Bud. I know it's tough right now, but
you're not alone. I was there too, and we'll get through this together.
How about me and Connie follow you guys home to make sure that you
both get there and inside safely. He looked me in the eyes. That
would be nice. I'm hungry and scared right now. I just need to
be in my own element. Don't take offense to me. Wanting to leave
home is just where I feel the safest. Connie walked over to where we
stood. It's also farther from the woods than we are now. So do
you guys know if you were able to kill that thing or not? I
mean, I shot it in the face. We're covered in the remnants of
it. Who knows if I were able to kill it or not. We
surely didn't stick around to find out. I know hindsight is always twenty twenty,
but when you're in that position, you wouldn't have stayed either. We
hauled freight after I shot it and wasn't about to turn around to see if
it were dead or not. I said blood, John said, out of
the blue, recounting things going through his mind. Its face had blood on
it. I could only assume at the time that the blood was from a
recent kill. But what is the likelihood that that's the one that came through
the cornfield mark? I thought about it for a while. I had poured
all that pig's blood in the corn, about two gallons of it. If
it were the same beast that ravaged the cornfield, that would explain the blood
on its fur. The thought of that made recalling the encounter even scarier.
However, if that's true, I exclaimed, that would mean that it was
the one chasing me through the tall stalks of corn. I was relieved that
I hadn't stopped to look for that walkie talkie. Then if I would have,
I would have met that creature in the corn and I'm sure that I
wouldn't be here now. We only saw the head and of the neck out
in the woods, but in an instant that dog man could have been on
us. If it's head were that large, its body would have to be
massive. The corn Marie said, with wide eyes and fear coursing through her
veins. There's still all that blood in the cornfield. What if they come
back to it knowing it's there. We'll make sure that you get in safely,
Marie Connie said, more than likely, if this were the same dog
man that was in the corn I don't think the others are going to venture
out this far. We've only seen that one that matches the description of the
one that Mark shot, And honestly, who is to say that it was
the only dog man to come out. We don't know anything about them,
so it's hard to say. Yes. I saw the other ones through my
binoculars and they didn't appear to have anything on them, not like this one
did. Come to think of it, I never saw it the one Mark
shot. My thought is, now that I think about it further, is
that one had to be in the corn, because it wasn't there at the
den with the rest of them when I looked. Therefore, it would make
sense as to why it wasn't there. John interjected, it's a miracle we
made it back. I said, it could have gotten you or me at
any given time. Marie tried to shake that thought from her mind. We
just need to get home. It's already dark, which limits our sight,
but these things I know can see even better at night. I grabbed my
shot gun and watched John and Marie as they got into their truck, and
Connie and I got into hours to follow them to their home. Connie kept
an eye out on the sides for any movement. I was hoping one didn't
decide to jump in front of my truck. Again. We made it to
John and Maries without incident. We both got out and made sure that they
got inside safely. Please let me know when you're home. They both said,
there's no one to protect you, guys. I smiled at her and
John. I knew that we would be okay. Having faced what could have
been the leader of the pack, then shooting it left me feeling more confident
about these things, along with trying to figure out what these dog men were.
I still didn't know exactly what they were, but if they can be
injured, they can be killed. We sat at the table the next morning
over breakfasting coffee, talking about the previous night's events. I was just thankful
to still be here and to be able to sit here with my wife.
It could have ended horribly. We stood the possibility of being injured or worse
yet, killed by one of these dog men. That's what I struggled with
the most. Not that I wanted to be maimed or killed, but why
didn't this thing attack us when it could have? At some point? I
also knew that we would have to go back into those woods. I didn't
want to put Connie at risk, but I also didn't think John would be
up for a trek in the woods anytime soon or ever again. But to
get to the bottom of this whole thing, someone would have to. I
was anxious to see if that dog man was lying dead over there near that
large amount of dirt it should be given. Then I shot it in the
face. But I knew getting Connie on board with this wouldn't be easy.
We waited until mid afternoon to go out and make sure that all of our
livestock had what they needed. We decided to get them on a different schedule
and start giving them more food at night. We didn't want to be out
in the early morning hours just in case. I decided now was a better
time than any to drop my plan onto Connie. You're joking, right,
Mark, good one, that's not happening, she said, as she tossed
grains and corn to the chickens. Connie, do we ever leave a dead
or injured animal in the woods that we've shot? I was hoping that if
I used a hunting analogy she wouldn't be able to dispute it. Well,
no, of course, not, Mark, she said as she turned to
face me. Okay, so how is this any different? I said,
trying hard to get her to go along with it. It's some kind of
an animal, and we need to go to see if it can be killed.
If it can, we're home free. That means they all can.
Connie thought it over, Well, this is different. This dog man is
not your typical animal that we hunt in the woods. If it isn't dead,
it will be looking for revenge and extremely pissed off because you tried to
blow its face off. She wasn't wrong, but at the same time,
we had to know if we would be able to move any further or plan
anything at all. Well, I guess I'll go out there on my own,
then I said. As I walked away, I heard the shovel that
she was holding in her hand hit the ground hard, and I turned around.
Fine, Mark, she said angrily. I'll go out in the woods
with you, but on one condition. We have to let Marie and John
know that we're going, because if something happens to us out there, someone
has to know where we went. I knew that what we were planning wouldn't
be something that either of them would go for. Walking into their living room
the next day, I was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room
full of rocking chairs. You're not serious, you guys, Marie said.
John just hung his head mark Connie, please don't go back into those woods.
I knew what they were thinking, and if I were in their shoes,
I would have been thinking the same things. I would have probably been
a little harsher, but that wasn't their nature. We explained to them why,
and they understood, but they still didn't like the idea. Well,
how are we going to know that something has happened to you? We can't
just let you run off into the woods without any way to communicate, Marie
said anxiously. I have three walkie talkies. I told them the fourth in
your cornfield. That's right, John said, I forgot about that. Just
then I had a thought, let's see what the condition of your corn is.
Maybe we'll find the walkie on the way. I know I dropped it
right at the edge of the corn so it's not like we have to go
into the thick part. John chuckled, did you hit your head on the
rock the other night when you fell in the water. Do you really want
me to go into the cornfield that's covered in pig blood to look for a
walkie? I'll admit, not the smartest. But at the same time,
I was curious. I wondered if the beast came out this way after me
or I had went another way. We all know that they're here, there's
no question about that, but we have to know what makes them tick,
if they can be injured, if they can be killed, and why didn't
they come after us the other night, I said, pleading my case.
Connie was just looking at me, and I could see that her wheels were
spending. I was hoping she would say something. She stood up and then
walked over to the screened front door. Silence. She finally turned to face
us. I know he sounds like he's lost to mind, and I too
thought the same thing when he told me what he wanted to do. But
the fact of the matter is he's right. It's just us out here.
No one would ever believe in a million years what has happened to us.
We only have each other. If we don't go out there to see if
this dog man that he shot the other night is dead, we'll never know
how to truly defeat them, or if they can be defeated, then all
of us will either have to live in fear or pick up and move.
I don't see that we have any of the choice here, Connie said adamantly.
Thank god she's on my side. I can't do this alone. Something
of this magnitude must be done together, either the two of us or the
four of us. Connie walked outside with me to go look for the walkee.
I remember the last time I was here. I was running for my
life with this literal hellhound on my trail. I didn't think I would make
it to my truck. I imagined it lunging at me from behind, pulling
me to the ground and tearing me to pieces. The worst part of that
feeling is that one would ever know until they came back. I shook the
thought from my head, thankful that the worst case scenario never played out.
Then I heard Kindie yell from me. She had walked a little way ahead
of me, but not too far away that I couldn't see her. I
ran over to where she was knelt down, and I picked up what was
left in my walkie. It was in pieces. She picked up the largest
handheld part and the cover fell off, pulling the wires out with it.
Smaller pieces of plastic littered the ground. This didn't appear to have any teeth
marks on it, though, which meant it was stomped on. I tried
to think back to when it fell. Did I fall on it or step
on it? I couldn't have. This was on my side. If I
had crushed it, it would have had to have been in the front because
I fell on my face. For me to have stepped on it, I
would have had to backtracked, and I didn't. I also wasn't heavy enough
to do this much damage. These walkies were sturdy. These weren't some cheap
plastic walkie talkies that break or quit within a few days. That means it
didn't run this way. It was behind me, hunting me. This dog
man is heavy, without question, I said to Connie. It was chasing
me, and it followed me this way. My truck was right over there,
almost where we're parked. Now. Man, that's not far at all.
I'm glad that you're a fast runner, she said, while looking over
at me. Conne and I made her way back to the house and showed
John and Marie what was left to the walkie. John took it from me
and looked it over for a while, shaking his head. Well, John
said, smiling, I guess we need to work out a new plan.
Marie scoffed and shook her head. Connie and I looked over at each other,
confused but eager to hear what she had to say. You can each
take a walkie in case the two of you get separated, and then me
and Marie will have the third I don't know what snapped in his brain from
being totally against this to now being fully on board with us going back into
the woods. I wasn't going to ask either, and feared that he would
change his mind. We sat down that evening and formulated how things would go,
when we would enter the woods, and what all we would take in
with us. The next evening, John and Marie showed up in our house.
They were going to stay there armed to the teeth, while Connie and
I made our way into the woods, geared up and ready to go.
We came up with a code words yell over the walkee, just in case
things went south for both Connie and I. We decided to go with the
traffic light system code red meaning stop, code yellow meaning proceed with caution,
or code green meaning it's safe to go or come in. We drove to
the edge of the woods and set there for a minute, taking in how
ominous they now looked. I envisioned all the dog men almost reaching for us,
but not coming out. That part still guide to me what was keeping
them in the woods. We got out and cautiously looked all around us.
We had each other's backs in safety was number one. If Connie was facing
forwards, I was looking behind us in vice versa. We made it to
the water's edge. Not one single sound could be heard. The water sounded
so loud against the silent backdrop of the forest. It was almost like everything
there knew that there was a predator around. I was second guessing this now.
Maybe they were right, Maybe we shouldn't have come, but it's too
late. Now we're here and we have no choice. This is our home.
We moved ahead, slowly, weapons drawn and ready. A little further
up from the water set the large amount of dirt. There was still dried
blood all over the ground, and it was covered in small flies. I
stood staring at the vast open space where the dog man's head once filled.
I remembered feeling its hot breath, it's glowing red eyes, and its sharp
fangs the growl is something you'll never forget, though, Connie reached over and
touched my arm. Are you doing okay with this mark? In reality,
no, I wasn't at all. All I had to do was look over
at the dirt mound to hopefully find the remains of something that shouldn't exist.
I just couldn't make my body move from its place. Do you want me
to go look, Connie asked, after noticing the fear in my eyes.
I sighed, No, this is something I must do. I had the
guts to shoot it, now I have to have the guts to look and
see if it's dead. Fear pricked every hair on my body to stand on
the end. I was afraid that if I looked over, another one would
pop up again, just as it had the other night. But this time
I didn't think I would be so lucky. I finally got both my head
and my legs in tune with one another, and I walked forward. I
got down on my knees, took a ragged breath, and peered over the
side. I turned around, and Connie inched closer to me with her shot
gunning ready to fire. It's gone. I was finally able to get the
words out. Connie looked at me in amazement. I thought, you said
you shot it in the face. How is it gone? I was just
as confused. He shouldn't have survived. That nothing would survive that. The
sun seemed to instantly go down at that point, eerily, though. A
band of frogs followed the darkness off in the distance. Thunder rolled across the
sky, and a how could be heard. It was almost like it was
calling attention to the others that we were here. Connie looked at me,
this is like some sort of horror movie. I don't know if this was
such a good idea. I know, but we're here now. The dog
men is gone, and I don't know how it's not going to have a
face at all. I said, let's go a little further and see what
we find. I don't hear anything now, just thunder. We'll look for
a little bit more and then leave before the rain comes. I could tell
that she didn't agree with me, but she went along with it anyway.
The thunder cracked loudly overhead, and lightning began illuminating the woods. The further
end we go, the worst this is getting. I think we should leave
now. Connie said, beginning to turn around. I turned to follower.
I pulled out my flashlight and that's when I saw it. A footprint,
an actual human footprint. But this wasn't normal. Who has a print that
big? Connie turned around when she heard me stop. Abruptly, our eyes
met and she knew something was up. I held my finger to my mouth
and told her to be quiet. As I showed my flashlight on the print.
Her eyes grew wide with fear. Bigfoot, I said, an amazing
bigfoot are also here. They say you don't want to go home, but
you can't stay here, and no, I don't want to be alone.
The world out time, this job, that time, everything coming right back
right baby, my joy for me to stay right now. I'm coming right
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