Speaker 1: I had recently moved from Ireland to the United States,
specifically the North Carolina Tennessee border. I'm going to spare
you a lot of the details because I would be
writing for days to protect my sister, her family, and home.
I will keep her location vague, but it's basically sitting
on a woodland and forest expanse that continues onto the
Cherokee National Park. I will try to keep to the
most significant encounters and how everything played out. It's hard
to even know where to begin because so much has happened.
I began to notice strange things a week or two
after I arrived. I will settle into my new environment
and in all of everything around me. Ireland is a
bubble compared to this place. It was early July hot
and humid, and there was a dead heat in the air.
I was sitting on the back porch, laying on a swing,
chatting with a friend over the phone. I felt like
I was melting in this heat. I hung up the
phone and gathered my thoughts before I went in. That evening,
I heard bangs coming from just inside the tree line,
about half a football pitch a distance away. It sounded
like someone hitting a tree hard with the flat of
a hurley or something harder. It was wood on wood.
Loud bangs as loud and sudden as gunshots. Startled and confused.
I scanned the area, but I saw nothing strange, I thought,
and I went back inside. Someone is back in the
woods cutting timber or something. I told my sister, I'm
hearing loud bangs from the woods. She looked confused and
said there shouldn't be anyone on or near the property,
even in the woods out back, especially not cutting timber.
We walked outside and across the yard to the fence
and we listened for a few minutes. The noise had
stopped and we didn't see anyone. Shrugging our shoulders, we
walked back into the house. My sister Amy and her
husband Jay, and my awesome little nephew Adam, their four
year old had only been living on the property a
little over three months at this stage, so everything was
basically new to all of us. The sounds, the smells,
the wildlife, and everything was so different from Ireland. I
am a nature buff at heart. I enjoy fishing and
hunting and everything outdoors, but the lands and the wildlife
of the United States are vastly different from Ireland. Irish
wildlife can't kill you, well, unless you're allergic to bees
and get knocked down trying to outrun one. I had
not heard of wood knocks, but now I know what
they are. The sounds I heard that day were obviously
my first encounter. Looking back, I don't know why I
shrugged it off. I guess the new environment had a
huge part to play and why I was so ignorant
to the early signs of sisquatch in the area. Our
home was large and miles away from any other buildings
or homes or developments. We sat nestled in the middle
of nowhere. The area is beautiful and it took my
breath away, and knowing what I know now, I understand
how these creatures go unseen for so long. My sister
bought her property and from what I know, it was
empty for six months before she moved there. As the
days and weeks passed, I heard whistles, endless wood knocks.
I heard movement in the forest, trees shaking, etc. It
baffled all of us, but we explained it away as
people hunting or bears and all sorts of things crossed
our minds. There were days when all of us, together,
feeling brave, would investigate the surrounding woodlands. We never found anything,
and I have to add we never felt in danger,
but we were always cautious with Adam. We kept a
close eye on him while we played outdoors. The Irish
have twisted minds in a strange sense of humor, so
the idea of being dragged into the forest by bears
or eaten alive by flesh eating possums was the common
joke to my poor sister and the rest of us.
We really didn't know what to make of the strange
things happening that summer. However, in August, the realness of
what was happening finally landed. I became aware of what
was really in the forest surrounding this home. On a
hot weekend in August, Adam and I went on an
adventure to check out the area, hunting for treasure, finding
weird creatures. You know how it is with a four
year old old boy. Everything is awesome and everything blows
your mind. We crossed the fence line and we spent
a couple of hours looking for critters and catching them
in jars. We never strayed too far from our home
because he didn't have the stamina at four years old.
But to him, we were way out in the wilderness.
My sister called and said that she had started the
barbecue and for us to get home, so we headed
that way. When I got off the phone, Adam was
laughing and staring off into the distance. He was contorting
his face into strange shapes like kids do. I had
been sitting beside him on the log, and I stood
up after the phone rang. I walked around with my
head down, speaking with my sister, kicking dust and not
paying attention. But I did notice him looking off into
space in front of him, making silly faces and giggling.
I paid it no mind, and I finished the phone
call and then stuffed my phone back into my front pocket.
What you laughing at, boy, I asked Adam. His reply
sent chills down my spine. I'm making faces at the
brown boy in the woods. He's making funny faces at me,
he said, with a giggle. I immediately bent down and picked
him up into my arms and I cradled him. What boy,
are you talking about? I asked. Adam pointed to an
area straight in front of a log that we had
been sitting on and he said, right there, he has
a funny face, can't you see it? I looked intently
at the area that was stick with trees and undergrowth,
and I couldn't see through it. I don't see him, Adam,
Are you sure you saw a brown boy in the bushes?
Adam stared at the area and he didn't reply, a
smile still on his little face. I stepped forward, with
him still in my arms, and I looked closer at
the scrub brush that made a sort of wall into
the woods. From this clearing where we stood good, everything
suddenly got real quiet. I had not noticed the birds
chirping and the other sounds from the woods until it
all stopped. The silence was broken by grunts and hoofs
coming from my left. It sounded like monkeys or chimps,
but the tone was too deep. I froze in place,
and I scanned the area with my eyes. I never moved.
The chatter continued. I wanted to look closer. I wanted
to go into the trees and see what was there,
but an inner voice told me to stop. Time stood still.
My heart picked up its rhythm, and soon it felt
like it was pounding out of my chest. Everything was
wrong about this whole situation. I knew it, felt it,
and everything in me screamed for me to get this
child out of there. I calmly and slowly backed up
a few paces, and then I turned and headed for
home at a normal pace. Running, in my opinion, would
have been a bad mistake. Adam's chin rested on my
shoulder and he watched behind us. As we walked. He
shrieked with excitement and laughter, and he said, there he is.
I stopped and I turned around to look. There. Crossing
the clearing that we had just left was a small
creature about the same height as Adam. I caught sight
of it as it exited the brush where Adam and
I had stood only a few seconds before. It was
a small, hairy, childlike creature, but it was much bigger
and more broad than Adam. It walked a few paces
and stopped, and it looked right at us. The distance
was less than twenty meters. A loud hoot came from
the area, a sound deeper than this creature could have made,
and it snapped the thing out of it stare at us.
It quickly walked across the clearing over the log that
we had sat on, and it vanished into the wood.
Adam was now heavy in my arms and I needed
to move. I slung him onto my back and I
began a slow jog. Hold on tight, mate, We're going
for a jog, I said, and proceeded to the fence.
Fifteen minutes later, I dumped the kid over the fence
and I told him to run to his mother. I
never took my eyes off at him until he was
in his mother's arms. I then turned to look back
over the fence. I was overwhelmed with the feeling that
I was being watched. I turned back to the house
and Adam was sitting in his mother's lap. Sitting there
was my sister, her husband, and some friends they had invited,
over all gathered around the barbecue grill. I stood at
the fence for a few minutes with the image of
the brown boy running through my mind. I wanted to
remember every detail I needed to make sense of this.
I'm only assuming that it was a male. The creature
was covered with chestnut colored hair three inches long. The
facial skin was brown and it looked leathery. Its head
was wide and misshapen, and I remember its expression like
a perpetual smile, was across its face, its white teeth
showing all the time. Dark eyes were set deep in
sockets with a heavy brow. Ridge long arms hung on
a wide but lanky torso. Its legs should have been short,
but they weren't. More proportioned like a human. Every inch
of this creature was covered in lean muscle. I replayed
the event over and over in my mind, the hoots
from another location that got the creature's attention. The noises
didn't come from the creature in front of us, meaning
there must have been others close by, maybe its parents
trying to keep the child in line. I don't know.
My hands still shook, and the adrenaline kept flowing in
my veins, and the realization that I had just seen
a bigfoot finally hit me. I don't know why it
took so long, but at that moment I knew what
Adam and I had encountered. Engrossed in these thoughts, I
had lost my sense of time and where I was.
Another wood not from the forest broke my trance. My
heart rate sped a little, and I looked back in
the direction that we had just come. I was comforted
by the fact that the noises were far in the distance,
but the sound bothered me all the same. I hopped
over the fence and I ran to the barbecue grill,
and I asked Amy to speak with me alone. I
told her the whole story, and she believed that Adam
and I had seen something, but she didn't agree that
it was a bigfoot. She didn't believe in bigfoot. This
was not the time or place to have an argument,
so I dropped it and I joined the others around
the grill. Later that night, I recounted the story to Jay,
and he believed me. He knew what we were dealing
with on this property, but never actually said the words,
fearing that he would scare his family and me. Amy
didn't believe we were dealing with bigfoot, but she would
soon discover that she was wrong. In the days after
the brown Boy incident, Adam talked about nothing else than
any chance he got. He wanted to go to the
trees and see if his new friend wanted to play.
Looking back, I guess the move and the change of
environment must have been hard on Adam. He was only four,
and the family had moved him away from his friends
and everything else. That he knew. I believe this is
why he was so excited and even obsessed with this
new brown boy that lived in the woods. No matter
how hard we as a family tried to explain to
him that the woods were dangerous and that no boy
lived there, that only animals lived there, he would just
laugh and say, Yes, he does live there. I see
him all the time. This usually gave me the shivers
and goosebumps would follow watching him cry overnight. Being allowed
to see his friend was excruciating for me. His mother
worried about him non stop, but preschool would soon begin,
and she thought this would fill the void of friendship
in this little boy's life. A few days after the
brown boy event, Adam, Amy and I were all on
the back deck. I was relaxing after a tough day
at work. Around seven pm, I went inside to grab
another bottle. Outside, it was still fairly bright and warm.
I heard a loud bang and a shriek that would
shattered glass. So I ran through the kitchen to the
back deck and into the yard. There I found Amy
running towards the house, clutching Adam tight and screaming for
me to get inside. She was as white as paper
and shaking all over as she explained what had happened.
Adam had made his way to the fence line to
retrieve the ball that he and my sister were playing
with when he saw a large, dark shape ominously hiding
just inside the tree line, close to where Adam's ball
had landed. She stood transfixed on the creature as it
moved closer to Adam, at which point she sprang into action,
running to get her child. The creature charged towards Adam,
and they both reached Adham at the same time. Only
the old wooden, decaying fence acted as a barrier as
she scooped Adam into her arms and stood still only
a few feet from the beast. The creature, she said,
stopped in its tracks and released a horrible yell while
pounding its fists into the ground. In a fit of rage,
she gripped Adam tighter and pushed his head into her
chest to shield him in some way from the beast.
It licked its lips and it out a growl that
she said felt like a burst from a loud speaker.
She felt physically sick and couldn't move. Her feet felt
like concrete, and her insides felt like a liquid. The
creature ripped a panel from the fence and flung the long,
broken piece of wood at Amy, barely missing her face.
A loud howl came from inside the forest. It was
another bigfoot. The creature in front of her turned and
crashed through the woods, away from her in Adam and
in the opposite direction of the loud scream. Her feet
felt light again, and she remembered how to run like
a newborn deer. She clumsily hobbled towards the house with
Adam hell so tight that he had to ask her
to stop and let go. He squirmed to break free
from her embrace. She loosened her grip on her son,
and she wiped his tears away. I heard Adam say
between sobs, I don't like that man. I helped them
in and she collapsed to the floor. She gave me
orders to lock the door, which I did Before helping
her off the floor. Amy quickly walked to the restroom
to get cleaned up. She had wet herself in the yard.
I don't like telling you this, but to understand how
terrified she was, you need to know. The three of
us sat huddled on the couch in silence. Amy's sobs
and sniffles filled the room with the sadness and fear.
Jay was not due back until morning, so it was
up to me to keep them safe for now. But
truth be told, I was terrified. Amy's description of the
beast was just like the brown Boy, only colossal and
enormous in every aspect. I presumed this beast was the Alpha,
but I would soon learn that he was not. He
was ten feet tall at least, and covered in dark
red hair that was dirty and matted. Later, she spoke
of a dank odor that wasn't really pulsive, but that
if she smelled it again she would know what it was.
The eyes were darker than hell and full of rage,
and there was a wound on its shoulder that she
described as deep and painful looking. Blood matted the hair
around it, and there was a lot of hair missing
around the wound. What the hell are those things? She
asked between sobs. I didn't reply. She needed to calm
down for now. Something large hit and roll down the roof.
Before long, the home was showered with rocks and other debris.
Amy screamed and Adam became hysterical. It felt and sounded
as if hundreds of objects were hitting the house like
a war zone. The pelting would cease, and roars and
howls would replace the terror. The beasts began circling the house,
tearing exterior panels away. More rocks or tree limbs would
hit the other side of the house. By this time
we had huddled in the hallway. There was nothing I
could do. They would be inside the house any minute
and kill us. All I felt defeated. The creatures seemed
to be concentrated on the west side of the house.
At this point we heard glass breaking, and then a
door was kicked open. Here they came. It was over.
I held the little family as tight as I could.
A roar like nothing I had ever heard came from
the east, and an eery silence replaced the pandemonium. During
the break, I ran to the living area for my phone.
Maybe I had time to call for help. I approached
the phone on the coffee table, which sat in front
of a large window facing east. I could see a
ten foot tall, massive bigfoot tearing the front porch off
the house. I snatched up the phone and I called
nine to one pint one, and then I called Jay. We
lived a long way from town, and it took the
police a while to get to us. At least it
felt like a long time when it was probably only
twenty minutes or so. But by the time they arrived,
the creatures had stopped their assault and retreated into the forest.
I won't go into my discussion with the officer, but
they know about these things, and they urged us to
leave for a couple of days and get a room
in town. Jay arrived thirty minutes later. The police said
there was nothing they could do at this point because
nothing was happening, but that we should call them should
we experience any further trouble, and they left soon. It
was dark, and Jay didn't want us to leave. He
said that he wasn't being run off his own property.
Amy disagreed with the decision, but she soon gave up.
That night, Jay, Amy and Adam slept in their bedroom together.
I slept on the sofa. A window was in the
adjacent wall, and I could see outside. It was a
dark night and there was no moon. I couldn't see
it anything, but I knew something was watching me. I
stayed awake as long as I could, but eventually dozed off.
From exhaustion. Later, I was awakened by a creek on
what was left of the deck. Outside the window, I
could hear faint footsteps. I sat straight up on the
sofa and I stared out the window, fully expecting to
see a monster staring back at me. But what I
saw was more terrifying than that. There on the edge
of the deck was a tiny figure in pajamas. Adam
had slipped out of bed and somehow made it outside.
He was jumping off the deck where the railing had
been torn away, and was walking towards the woods. By
the time I got outside, he was gone into the
shadows of the forest. I was hyperventilating, and I couldn't
yell for his parents. I think I ran towards the house,
but running away from Adam didn't feel right, so I
turned back towards the woods and I ran to the edge.
I found my voice and I yelled his name. Darkness
and crickets is all I got in return. They had
taken my nephew. Tears rolled down my face as I
stared into the blackness. Jay and Amy ran up beside me.
By now I was standing at the old fence. Jay
jumped the fence, and we both followed. He was using
the torch ap on his phone, frantically looking everywhere for
his son. Amy took off into the woods with no
light at all, and I caught up to her and
tried to talk her down. She listened to me as
I told her that I think that he only wandered off,
and that I would go out and find him. I
asked her to go back to the house. She reluctantly agreed.
Jay immediately said let's go. Jay and I started walking
in the blackness with this piece of junk for light.
Every sound we heard sent us through the roof with fear.
On a pieceful walk in the woods at night, it
can be a bit spooky. We knew what was out there.
Imagine our fear. We followed the trail that Adam and
I had taken when we first saw the brown boy
on We went jumping at every sound that we heard,
even our own footfalls, and then we heard Adam giggle.
He was near, and we began to scream his name.
We were now close to the clearing where Adam and
I had seen the first creature. Jay was on my
right with the torch, and we slowly moved into the clearing.
I got that feeling that someone was behind me on
my left. I consciously evaluated the situation. I knew that
I was in a fight or flight mode. I was
going to do one or the other, and I chose
to fight. It might mean instant death for me, but
maybe it would give Adam time to get away and
run to his father. There was movement behind a large
tree to my left. I got ready for the attack
when Adam, like a kid leaving a party, strolled out,
walking towards me. He was walking right at me. He
saw me, and he was coming to his uncle and
his father. We moved towards him, his father passing me
and grabbing Adam up. Jay had dropped his light and
I reached down to gather it and then shine the
torch on Jay and his son. Only ten feet on
the other side of the boys was Brown Boy, looking
sullen and upset. That is the only way to describe
the look on this hideous creature's face. He was holding
onto a tree trunk with both arms. Jay looked at
me and he said, let's get back to the house now,
and away they both went. I stood there for a minute,
looking at Brown Boy, I didn't feel any aggression from him,
and I was more transfixed by his appearance for a minute.
As Jay and Adam made their way back to the house,
That's when I discovered that that tree trunk that he
was holding on to was not a tree trunk. It
was a hair covered leg. It was so big that
in my mind it had to have been a tree trunk.
I raised my eyes up the leg and up the body,
and I could make out the right side of its body.
The other half was slightly hidden behind a tree, but
not hidden well. I was less than ten feet from
these creatures, with my light shining right on them. From
its anatomy, I could see that it was a female.
She was between eight and nine feet tall and built
like a machine. Her hand came down to Brown Boy
and held him to her leg. She made a few
subtle grunts, and Brown Boy seemed to relax. The terror
that had filled my day suddenly left me. I was
watching a nurturing mother scold her child in a soft
way for causing all this trouble. I never took my
eyes off this magnet epicent creature the entire time they
stood in front of me. She had a wound on
her face that was bleeding. It was a gash under
her left eye, and she blinked several times as if
it bothered her. She stepped out from behind the tree
and I saw her hole shape. I was astonished to
see a large round belly. I think she was pregnant.
She turned with brown boy and they walked slowly into
the darkness, and I saw them no more. That night,
with Jay's phone in hand, I walked back to the house.
Something followed me in the forest until I reached the
fence and climbed over. I could hear it, and I
got a bit scared on the way back, but nothing happened,
and I walked into the yard. Amy was on the
deck holding at him. I hugged them both. She told
me the police were on their way, and when they
showed up, I spoke with them and explained what had happened,
but I left out the sighting. I just said that
we found him and everything was okay. It's hard to
explain how calm I was. I should have been talking
like a madman, but I suppose I was in shock
or I was genuinely calm from the encounter. I'll never
understand it. One of the policemen was the man I
had spoken with earlier. Again, he said there was nothing
they could do and suggested that we build a higher fence,
put up some security cameras, and keep a better eye
on Adam. And then they left. But there was something
about the way the cops spoke to me that inferred
that this was not the first he had heard of
this sort of thing in the area. Soon the house
was repaired, the fence was replaced, the doors were always
locked with keys, and security cameras covered the house along
with the woods beyond the fence. It only took us
a week to get everything done. Throughout the week, Jay
and I talked about what I had seen after he
and Adam had left the clearing. I described the female
in detail. I explained further that I felt like the
female and brown boy were not a threat to the family.
I can't explain it, but I just knew it, and
then Jay agreed with me. Upon inspection, we found that
the damage to the house was not as bad as
we had thought. We replaced a few sighting panels and
painted the whole house so that we wouldn't have to
match the colors. The deck took a bit of lumber
in work, But in two days it was as good
as new. Even though it seemed like there were a
lot of bigfoot attacking the house, it's my guess that
only one attacked it was the beast. Amy encountered at
the fence with Adam. She clearly saw its shoulder wound,
and I believe it was a male that had wandered
into the territory and was fighting for dominance. All this
is speculation, of course, but it makes sense to me.
Not had any incidents like that. Again, I think that
Mail has moved on. Amy was a wreck for the
next few weeks. She kept Adam in her sight at
all times. He was never allowed to play outside without
an adult with him. The weeks have passed and she
is more at ease living here. Immediately after the attack
on the house, she wanted to move. Jay made it
clear that they had everything they owned tied up in
this property. There was no place for them to go
unless they could sell the property quickly. She agreed to
stay a while, with the qualification that if one more
thing happened that they were going to leave, damn the money,
she would live in their car Before she would deal
with this kind of event again. Fortunately things have worked out.
I have moved and I live in a larger town
in North Carolina now, but I visit my sister and
her family often. Once, while staying with them over a weekend,
we saw Brown Boy and his mother. There's an infant
she carries with her. Now, Amy says she is accompanied
with a smaller female, maybe six feet in height, but
I didn't see this female on this occasion. Adam has
been given more freedom to move around the yard without
an adult, and I talked to Adam about Brown Boy
and I ask if he sees him often? Of course
I do, he said to me, I see him a lot.
Later that afternoon, I watched from the house as Adam
ran out to the fence. He pulled something from his pocket,
laid it on the second rung, and then sprinted back
to the house and into his room. Quietly, I walked
down the hall and pushed the door open just an
inch and looked in on Adam. He lay on his bed,
watching out the window. I walked in and I laid
beside him, and we both watched the fence. What did
you do at that fence, Adam? I leave round boy
gummies whenever I can get some. He really likes them.
And then I come back here and I watch him
take them. Not long after, we both saw a hair
covered hand reach on to the fence and rake the
gummies off, And then it was gone. Flap flap out