Speaker 1: I was not a believer until I was twenty four
Speaker 1: years old. It was nineteen ninety and I was visiting
Speaker 1: my parents in West Virginia. As soon as I came
Speaker 1: into the house, my mom told me what she had
Speaker 1: found on the property. There were eight inches of snow
Speaker 1: on the ground and a half inch of ice on
Speaker 1: top of that, the kind you can walk on without
Speaker 1: breaking through. She had taken the grandkids out to play
Speaker 1: when over by the well she found footprints eighteen inches
Speaker 1: long and seven feet apart. They came out of the
Speaker 1: woods at the top of their yard and led down
Speaker 1: to an artesian well, where it looked like the creature
Speaker 1: knelt to get a drink, and then continued on down
Speaker 1: through the yard onto the county road. But along the
Speaker 1: way it stopped at my mother's feed pile. All the
Speaker 1: snow and ice had been pushed away, and every piece
Speaker 1: of corn was gone, even the ones picked out of
Speaker 1: the frozen dirt. A year or so later, I was
Speaker 1: deer hunting from a tree stand on the property with
Speaker 1: my rifle when I heard something two hundred yards away.
Speaker 1: I thought it was a big buck that I'd been
Speaker 1: waiting for, since it wasn't making any effort to be quiet,
Speaker 1: but as it got closer, I started to get disappointed.
Speaker 1: It was walking upright, not on four legs. It was
Speaker 1: probably just someone walking through the woods. I thought, whoever
Speaker 1: was messing up my hunt was being extremely loud about it,
Speaker 1: cracking sticks and splitting trees. And then came that smell.
Speaker 1: It was so horrible that I thought I might get sick.
Speaker 1: I listened to this guy. I ruin my hunt for
Speaker 1: a minute, getting more and more scared with each lumbering
Speaker 1: step that he took. Even with my rifle at my side,
Speaker 1: I realized something wasn't right. I needed to get out
Speaker 1: of there, and I ran all the way back to
Speaker 1: my parents. I was so upset and out of breath
Speaker 1: that I was shaking. My mother asked me what was wrong,
Speaker 1: and after I calmed down, I told her and my
Speaker 1: dad what had happened. My dad said that I was nuts,
Speaker 1: but I know what I heard and how it made
Speaker 1: me feel. Even though it happened thirty years ago, I
Speaker 1: still get a sinking feeling when I think about it.
Speaker 1: Since then, I now believe there are things out there
Speaker 1: we know nothing about. I can't say for sure that
Speaker 1: it was a bigfoot, but I know it's the closest
Speaker 1: I ever want to come to one. I'm retired now
Speaker 1: and I lived in West Virginia for the last twenty years,
Speaker 1: but I still haven't gone hunting back in that place.
Speaker 1: Thank you for giving people like me a platform to
Speaker 1: share our experiences and get some of this off our chest.
Speaker 1: God blessed Shorty. In the late nineteen seventies in southeast Missouri,
Speaker 1: sixteen years old and a farm had around mid July,
Speaker 1: I was plowing tall soybeans with a fifteen eighty six
Speaker 1: International tractor pulling an eight inch roll plow. That was
Speaker 1: pretty big stuff back then. That day was payday, and
Speaker 1: as the day war on, my boss told me to
Speaker 1: follow him to a small, thirty acre field that I
Speaker 1: had never been to. When I finished, he told me
Speaker 1: that I'd be done for the day. I wasn't complaining
Speaker 1: about that. I could roll through thirty acres in an
Speaker 1: hour and start my weekend early. So I followed him
Speaker 1: out to the secluded, little fenced off farm somewhere back
Speaker 1: in the Boonies near an old farmhouse, and we turned
Speaker 1: in and got to work. I was done in an hour,
Speaker 1: and when I pulled my plow up and started back
Speaker 1: to the entrance of the property. I noticed a five
Speaker 1: inch black irrigation pipe running across the dirt drive. I
Speaker 1: stopped within about twenty feet of it the tractor and
Speaker 1: park and wondered who had laid this pipe there while
Speaker 1: I was working and for what? But I didn't care.
Speaker 1: I was going to move it. It was Friday afternoon,
Speaker 1: there was a paycheck waiting for me, and this thing
Speaker 1: was in the way of me and my weekend. The
Speaker 1: thing was, I couldn't see the beginning or the end
Speaker 1: of it. One side was running through an old, overgrown
Speaker 1: fence line on my left, and the other end was
Speaker 1: coming out of the tall Johnson grass to my right.
Speaker 1: I climbed down from the tractor and walked within four
Speaker 1: feet of it. When I saw it shimmer, I stopped,
Speaker 1: not really understanding why it would do that. Then I
Speaker 1: stepped back and I realized that it was moving. I
Speaker 1: looked to my right and watched it taper off into
Speaker 1: a tail and then slide across the drive in front
Speaker 1: of me. It was no pipe, It was a giant snake.
Speaker 1: I jumped into the cab of my tractor in one move.
Speaker 1: Let me tell you I needed a beer at that point,
Speaker 1: and I needed one now. I hauled asked to the
Speaker 1: shop where my boss and my uncle were waiting for me.
Speaker 1: They were already feeling the weekend and were ready to
Speaker 1: go until they saw my face. My uncle asked what
Speaker 1: in the hell happened to me and why I was
Speaker 1: so pale? I ask, have either of you seen big
Speaker 1: snakes around them bottoms down there? Hell? Yes, my boss
Speaker 1: shouted and then told me he'd once seen one that
Speaker 1: was six feet long. I took my check from him
Speaker 1: and shook my head, saying that's not very big, and
Speaker 1: then I left. People know I'm an obs kind of guy,
Speaker 1: and when I tell the story, everyone's faces turns like
Speaker 1: a shade lighter. All of us grew up farming those bottoms,
Speaker 1: and many folks I know have seen some strange stuff.
Speaker 1: I know I've seen my share. I am an old woman,
Speaker 1: and I've had many encounters with all of North America's
Speaker 1: large animals, as well as sasquatch. I've listened to lots
Speaker 1: of stories about people going out into the woods hoping
Speaker 1: to have an encounter. But let me tell you this.
Speaker 1: If you're thinking about going out into the great outdoors
Speaker 1: to try to see a sasquatch. I suggest that you
Speaker 1: reconsider I've known that something was out there since I
Speaker 1: was eight years old, when one morning at five am,
Speaker 1: my sister and I were in our barn milking, and
Speaker 1: one stuck at six foot long arm inside. Once, when
Speaker 1: my mother and two sisters and I were down by
Speaker 1: the river, one came out and stood right next to
Speaker 1: my sister while we picked berries. Always respected them in
Speaker 1: their territory, and when I encountered one, I always left
Speaker 1: him alone. If you study the characteristics of this animal,
Speaker 1: you'll see that bigfoot is not a violent creature by nature. Well,
Speaker 1: with that said, it could turn violent if it's surprised
Speaker 1: or cornered. Humans are no different. I've had close encounters
Speaker 1: with other animals far more violent than sosquatch. I was
Speaker 1: hunting mule deer one day when I walked up on
Speaker 1: two moose and they were just five feet away. I
Speaker 1: took cover behind a bush and prayed they hadn't seen me.
Speaker 1: It must have worked, because they kept going with my blessings.
Speaker 1: Anyone who knows about moose attacks knows how lucky I got.
Speaker 1: There was another time a cougar stalked me to within
Speaker 1: twenty feet. I had my pistol in hand, and when
Speaker 1: that cougar jumped out and took off, it scared me
Speaker 1: so bad that I completely forgot my pistol. And not
Speaker 1: long after that, I was surrounded by a pack of
Speaker 1: coyotes when I was deer hunting. They were moving in
Speaker 1: for the kill when my husband showed up and saved
Speaker 1: my life. Don't you know that I fell in love
Speaker 1: with my husband all over again that day. Another time,
Speaker 1: a big grizzly bear came into our camp at five AM,
Speaker 1: and I woke up eyeball to eyeball with that thing.
Speaker 1: I could have petted him if I wanted to. I
Speaker 1: grabbed my flashlight and I held it between his eyes,
Speaker 1: hoping the light would keep him calm. Meanwhile, I held
Speaker 1: back my little chihuaba, who was trying to kill that
Speaker 1: grizzly bear. That bear tore off like a bat out
Speaker 1: of hades when my husband shot in the air to
Speaker 1: scare it away. Well, here's what I'm saying. If you're
Speaker 1: expecting to see a sasquatch out there in the wiles
Speaker 1: of America, you are far more likely to encounter other
Speaker 1: life threatening creatures, and it's best to never assume that
Speaker 1: you are safe. Like I said, if you're going into
Speaker 1: the great outdoors just to catch a glimpse of sisquatch,
Speaker 1: think again. These things stay hidden for a reason, and
Speaker 1: if you do have an encounter, trust me, it'll happen
Speaker 1: when you least expect it. My interactions with them have
Speaker 1: happened over sixty four years, and every single time it
Speaker 1: happened unexpectedly. For the times I did have an encounter, though,
Speaker 1: it made my time out there worth it all. If
Speaker 1: you're going out there, don't do it while drinking or
Speaker 1: smoking dope, and you're better off going alone or split
Speaker 1: up from the group. Silence is the key to achieving
Speaker 1: success no matter what you're looking for. I don't think
Speaker 1: it's wise to shoot one, even in self defense, and
Speaker 1: I suggest that you don't try and remember sosquatch could
Speaker 1: be more human, so think before you shoot. My uncle
Speaker 1: was a mechanic for a big corporation, and during a
Speaker 1: lunch break, one of his co workers brought up the
Speaker 1: subject to bigfoot. Most everyone responded with typical comments like
Speaker 1: now they're not real, or I'd have to see one
Speaker 1: to believe it. But one guy, a full blooded Choktaw
Speaker 1: Indian shared a story that challenged all their minds. He
Speaker 1: and his cousins were deer hunting when they saw a bigfoot.
Speaker 1: Two of them, covered in brown fur, ran off into
Speaker 1: the timber, and the third, covered in blackford, didn't move
Speaker 1: it all. It roared at them so loudly that they
Speaker 1: felt it to their core, and then it charged. An
Speaker 1: old tree stump was in its path, but this thing
Speaker 1: ripped it from the ground mid sprint and hurled it
Speaker 1: at them. At this point, they knew they were all
Speaker 1: about to be ripped limb from limb, so they started
Speaker 1: shooting at it with every round of buckshot they had
Speaker 1: until they finally brought it down. Not knowing what to
Speaker 1: do next, and knowing that no one would believe them,
Speaker 1: they took photos, cut some of its hair, and put
Speaker 1: it in a sandwich bag. Not long after, the Fed
Speaker 1: showed up with a truck to haul it away. The
Speaker 1: men stood there shocked and asked if it would be
Speaker 1: on the evening news. The officer in charge responded, absolutely not,
Speaker 1: This never happened and you were never here. One of
Speaker 1: the cousins shot back, saying he couldn't be serious that
Speaker 1: it was a big deal and the whole world should
Speaker 1: hear about this. They finally had proof that Bigfoot exists,
Speaker 1: but the officer just shook his head and said, no,
Speaker 1: we don't do that. The cousins argued with him about
Speaker 1: it until he got fed up and finally broke. He
Speaker 1: told them that the big brown were herbivores, but the
Speaker 1: black ones were carnivores. That means they eat any meat
Speaker 1: they can find when they get hungry. Now understand what
Speaker 1: I'm saying to you, The officer shouted, you are the meat.
Speaker 1: If the public knew about them, every hiker, camper, mountain biker,
Speaker 1: or anyone in the wilderness would be armed to the teeth,
Speaker 1: shooting at anything that makes a sound and killing each
Speaker 1: other in the process. The next day, during lunch, the
Speaker 1: guy brought in the photos and the bag of black hair.
Speaker 1: My uncle said the smell was indescribable. The guy and
Speaker 1: his cousins never went public with the pictures. They kept
Speaker 1: quiet about what happened, and they only tell the story
Speaker 1: when people start claiming that Bigfoot is not real. Okay,
Speaker 1: this podcast is not over. I'm going to drop one
Speaker 1: or two short stories from the vault. Stories I've done
Speaker 1: several years ago that I think you might enjoy. These
Speaker 1: podcasts are a little bit shorter because I'm working on
Speaker 1: Steve Lilly number twenty. I think it's a pretty good story.
Speaker 1: It's going to be quite long. I'm just going for it.
Speaker 1: I'm going for the deep dive into Steve Lily, so
Speaker 1: I'm really paying attention to that. Plus, I've got a
Speaker 1: little bit of work to do with my regular job,
Speaker 1: so I want to keep these podcasts going. I want
Speaker 1: to keep uploading, so I'm putting these shorter ones out
Speaker 1: with some archived stories at the end. Hope you enjoy it.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate you. Thanks. My name is Kenneth and
Speaker 1: I live in an area called Arcla, tex It's where
Speaker 1: the Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas state lines meet. I grew
Speaker 1: up in Texarkana back in the nineteen sixties, and my
Speaker 1: family and I love to go camping in the river
Speaker 1: bottoms of Little River, Arkansas in Little River County. I
Speaker 1: reported this event several years ago to other reporting agencies
Speaker 1: or organizations. I went dormant afterwards due to the ridicule
Speaker 1: and other family members recanting from what we experienced this night.
Speaker 1: So I'm the only one still holding on to the
Speaker 1: actual events that took place in August of nineteen sixty
Speaker 1: nine when we encountered a white bigfoot. I was twelve
Speaker 1: years old when we had our first encounter. On a
Speaker 1: Friday afternoon at Cottonwood Shoals. My family and I were
Speaker 1: excited about going on a weekend camping trip. My brothers
Speaker 1: and I got the family truck loaded with all our gear,
Speaker 1: and when my father got home from work, there would
Speaker 1: be no delay in getting to the woods. As we
Speaker 1: were leaving, a family member who lives a couple of
Speaker 1: houses down stepped out to the curb and she waved
Speaker 1: us down. She was my aunt's mother in law, and
Speaker 1: she asked us not to go camping at Cottonwood Shoals.
Speaker 1: She said that her and her husband were there a
Speaker 1: couple of weeks ago and saw a hairy man peering
Speaker 1: at them from behind some brush while she was fishing,
Speaker 1: and it scared the hell out of her. She said
Speaker 1: she had run to get her husband, who was fishing,
Speaker 1: and she told him what had happened. Well, he called
Speaker 1: her a crazy old one. Oh man, what a mistake.
Speaker 1: He called her a crazy old woman, and then he
Speaker 1: took her home. My father told her that we would
Speaker 1: keep a lookout for this monster, and that she you
Speaker 1: shouldn't worry about us. I'll be honest. We were all
Speaker 1: laughing as we drove away. We don't laugh anymore. I'm
Speaker 1: about to tell you why. We arrived in time to
Speaker 1: set up camp and have supper. My three older brothers
Speaker 1: got their fishing gear and they went to get a
Speaker 1: night in of catfishing. It was getting dark when my
Speaker 1: mother and younger sister and two younger brothers crawled into
Speaker 1: the tent. They were ready to turn in for the night.
Speaker 1: My father enjoyed sitting by the campfire, drinking beer and
Speaker 1: listening to country music on the radio. I wasn't ready
Speaker 1: for bed, so I decided to take a short walk
Speaker 1: down the road. The moon was bright enough so that
Speaker 1: I could see without a flashlight, and I hadn't walked
Speaker 1: far from the camp site, and the hare stood up
Speaker 1: on the back of my neck. I felt a current
Speaker 1: of wind whiz by me. Something had been thrown at me,
Speaker 1: and I turned around. I didn't see anyone. For whatever reason,
Speaker 1: the woman's story about seeing the hairy man came to mind,
Speaker 1: so I ran straight back to camp. My father asked
Speaker 1: what had me in a hurry, and I blew it off,
Speaker 1: saying that I was just tired and ready for bed.
Speaker 1: Once in the tent, I noticed our dog was acting weird.
Speaker 1: He was alert and staring at the wall like it
Speaker 1: knew something was out there. Well, I betted down and
Speaker 1: we slept through an uneventful night. Saturday was the big
Speaker 1: day for swimming and fishing and exploring the area. I
Speaker 1: was down the road where my brothers had been catfishing
Speaker 1: the night before and had had the place to myself.
Speaker 1: Behind me, across the road were some pea gravel piles
Speaker 1: placed there by the county. From that area, I heard
Speaker 1: noises like weird bird sounds. I looked around and I
Speaker 1: didn't see any birds. This went on for several minutes.
Speaker 1: To this day, I've never heard noises like that before.
Speaker 1: And I noticed my two younger brothers playing behind the piles,
Speaker 1: and all I could see was the tops of one
Speaker 1: of their heads. They both had cotton white hair then,
Speaker 1: so it was easy to see it was them, even
Speaker 1: though all I could see was the top of their heads. Okay,
Speaker 1: I thought, it's just my brothers playing in the gravel piles.
Speaker 1: As long as they stay over there and don't bother
Speaker 1: me while I'm fishing, That'll be fine. Later in the morning,
Speaker 1: I heard my mother calling us to come back to
Speaker 1: camp for lunch. So I grabbed up my fishing pole
Speaker 1: and I headed back. When I arrived at camp, my
Speaker 1: brothers were there. The only way they could have beat
Speaker 1: me there was if they'd had gone straight through the woods. Well,
Speaker 1: I told them they needed to stick to the roads
Speaker 1: because the woods were full of snakes and chiggers. They
Speaker 1: looked at me like I was crazy. They went on
Speaker 1: to say that they had not even left camp all morning.
Speaker 1: Of course, I thought they were with me. I had
Speaker 1: seen them playing close to where I had been fishing.
Speaker 1: I let it go. We all had a fun day.
Speaker 1: By nine point thirty that night, I was tired and
Speaker 1: ready for bed. I crawled into the tent with the
Speaker 1: others and I was drifting off when our dog started
Speaker 1: acting weird again. We had left the dog outside to
Speaker 1: sleep that night, and somehow, with his teeth, he had
Speaker 1: opened the zipper door of the tent and squeezed inside.
Speaker 1: He woke everyone up. The dog came over by me
Speaker 1: and it was trembling like it was cold, but I
Speaker 1: could see by the whites of his eyes that he
Speaker 1: was scared. My mom told me to close the zipper
Speaker 1: and let the dog stay in the tent again that night,
Speaker 1: that dog crawled in so close to me, I think
Speaker 1: he was trying to get under me. At some point
Speaker 1: during the night, my mother woke me up. She was
Speaker 1: getting up to go to the bathroom and a spot
Speaker 1: behind the tent. A few minutes later, her scream startled
Speaker 1: us fully awake. Well, I immediately stood to look out
Speaker 1: the tent mesh window, and I saw my mother running
Speaker 1: back to the tent with her drawers still down around
Speaker 1: her knees. She kept screaming, something's out there. It's watching me,
Speaker 1: it's watching me. She made it back to the tent
Speaker 1: and was screaming the same thing over and over to
Speaker 1: my father. Well, he finally got her quiet enough to
Speaker 1: understand what she was even saying, and then he asked her,
Speaker 1: what's watching you? By chance? I began panting the woods
Speaker 1: and I saw a large figure run past our truck.
Speaker 1: The truck rocked back and forth as it ran by.
Speaker 1: This thing was huge. It really shook me up. And
Speaker 1: then my mother began to describe this thing to my father.
Speaker 1: She said it was a giant and it looked like
Speaker 1: an ape. It was covering white hair, and it had
Speaker 1: long arms. It was only a few feet from her
Speaker 1: when she noticed it. That's when I told them that
Speaker 1: I saw something run by the truck while I was
Speaker 1: looking out the window. So all the men walked over
Speaker 1: to look around in that direction. Beside the truck were
Speaker 1: giant tracks, clearly visible in the dust. My father noticed
Speaker 1: a dent in the rear fender that had not been
Speaker 1: there before. When my mother had started screaming, she had
Speaker 1: scared the creature as much as he scared her, and
Speaker 1: it ran away. That was my guess, I guess, not
Speaker 1: paying attention to what was in front of it, it
Speaker 1: ran into the truck and then carried on with its escape.
Speaker 1: That's what I thought, but that wasn't the case. Now.
Speaker 1: My father was worried. I could see it in his demeanor.
Speaker 1: Out of the truck, he pulled a shotgun and he
Speaker 1: handed it to my brother to stand guard while we
Speaker 1: packed up camp. We were leaving. This was one of
Speaker 1: those times when it took no encouragement for any of
Speaker 1: us to pack up camp. It was dark and hard
Speaker 1: to see everything, but we started throwing things loosely into
Speaker 1: the bed of the truck. We had that camp site
Speaker 1: packed up in record time. And then one of my
Speaker 1: brothers yelled, out, there it is. He raised the shotgun
Speaker 1: and he fired into the darkness, and then my father
Speaker 1: yelled out, it's circling the camp. Hurry up, we gotta go.
Speaker 1: By this time I was terrified. I know the rest
Speaker 1: of my family was too, and we couldn't get out
Speaker 1: of there fast enough. Finally, with all of us in
Speaker 1: the truck, my father turned the key in, it started,
Speaker 1: and in a few minutes we were gone. We made
Speaker 1: it home in the early morning hours, and we all
Speaker 1: went straight to bed. It had been an exhausting night.
Speaker 1: The next day, our aunt came over to ask why
Speaker 1: we were home early. She already knew, but she wanted
Speaker 1: to hear about it. We all sat in the living
Speaker 1: room comparing notes on what everyone had seen. Apparently it
Speaker 1: was the same creature. None of us laugh at bigfoot
Speaker 1: stories now, we take them very seriously. Back in nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy nine, when I was nine years old, we lived
Speaker 1: in Angelina County in East Texas. It was about twenty
Speaker 1: miles south of Luvekin, near the sam Rayburn Lake area.
Speaker 1: Both of my grandparents lived there. They were divorced, but
Speaker 1: lived about two miles from each other. They each lived
Speaker 1: on a typical modest farm of twenty five to thirty
Speaker 1: acres with lots of chickens, ducks, horses, and cows. One
Speaker 1: smoldering summer night at my grandmother's farm, the adults were
Speaker 1: engaged in their usual routine of cooking dinner before settling
Speaker 1: in for a night of card playing. Meanwhile, I was
Speaker 1: slipping outside with my brother who was eleven, who was eight,
Speaker 1: and my dad's ten year old brother, our uncle, to
Speaker 1: hang out at the edge of one of the pastures,
Speaker 1: where the yard light on a pole made a bright
Speaker 1: circle in the night. Beyond that halo, the world was
Speaker 1: inky black. Within the light was the pasture gate, where
Speaker 1: we liked to sit and use our sling shots to
Speaker 1: play sort of a gigantic game of marbles by shooting
Speaker 1: rocks out of the circle and into the night. We
Speaker 1: were all sitting up on the gate, engrossed in our
Speaker 1: game and cutting up and laughing as little boys will do,
Speaker 1: when our attention was suddenly drawn in the direction of
Speaker 1: the barn located one hundred yards to our left. We
Speaker 1: silently stared and listened as something massive and heavy came
Speaker 1: running through the pasture from that direction. We shot looks
Speaker 1: at each other as we realized the speed at which
Speaker 1: this thing was running. We knew it was on two legs,
Speaker 1: and that brought another round of glances to one another.
Speaker 1: Every thump, thump, thump, those pounding steps burned itself into
Speaker 1: my mind as we sat waiting to see what this
Speaker 1: thing could be. It was at the edge of the
Speaker 1: light when it came to a complete stop, as if
Speaker 1: it had just then noticed us sitting there. The brightness
Speaker 1: ended so abruptly at the circle's edge that all we
Speaker 1: could see were two tree trunk sized legs. From the
Speaker 1: knees down, they were massive. We could tell they were
Speaker 1: covered with brown hair that looked like long, fine brown wire.
Speaker 1: It was swaying like the hair on a wig moving
Speaker 1: in the wind. Then my uncle did something that surprised us.
Speaker 1: All had a rock locked and loaded in a slingshot
Speaker 1: and chose that moment to fire it right at the creature.
Speaker 1: We knew it hit its mark by the thump it
Speaker 1: made when it hit the animal's body, followed by a
Speaker 1: plunk as it hit the ground at its feet. But
Speaker 1: what happened next was the craziest thing I'd ever seen
Speaker 1: in all my nine years of living. The creature picked
Speaker 1: up the rock and threw it back at us, missing
Speaker 1: my head by inches. Instantly, as if the devil himself
Speaker 1: were chasing us, we sprang into action and sprinting for
Speaker 1: the house, pushing at and tripping over each other as
Speaker 1: we ran. It wasn't a matter of out running that
Speaker 1: thing in the darkness. We were trying to outrun each other.
Speaker 1: No one wanted to be the last man in line,
Speaker 1: and there was no doubt in our minds that whichever
Speaker 1: poor soul came in last would go down first. We
Speaker 1: breathlessly burst through the door, screaming for our parents to
Speaker 1: come outside and dispatch the monster in the pasture, but
Speaker 1: they just laughed at us. They went back to their
Speaker 1: card game, Certain we were making up the whole thing.
Speaker 1: There was nothing left for us to do. We weren't
Speaker 1: going back outside with an adult to get rid of
Speaker 1: the beast. So we cleaned up and we went to bed,
Speaker 1: but none of us slept that night, knowing there was
Speaker 1: something out there. The next morning, my dad and my
Speaker 1: stepfather weren't at the breakfast table. We asked my grandmother
Speaker 1: where they were, and as soon as she told us
Speaker 1: they were out in the pasture, we ran out the
Speaker 1: front door to join them. We found them at the
Speaker 1: far end, examining a piece of fence that had been
Speaker 1: ripped up and completely demolished, as if something large had
Speaker 1: run right through it. My step grandfather and dad were
Speaker 1: baffled by the damage. All the animals were accounted for.
Speaker 1: They couldn't imagine what had done this.