Speaker 1: Today, I want to tell you about a journey that
Speaker 1: I've been on for most of my life. Ever since
Speaker 1: I was a kid, I've heard tales of bigfoot and
Speaker 1: wild men while spending time with my friends and family.
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Speaker 1: Are there's something in the woods? Anato to you what
Speaker 1: you're about to see you or something in the woods.
Speaker 1: Knock in the park conchangerry the ooman said, don't go outside.
Speaker 1: There's something in the woods tonight. I hear rim knocking,
Speaker 1: shaking bushits footprints, howland on my lung? Open up to
Speaker 1: an hot a sea something in the woods tonight. We're
Speaker 1: venturing deep into the rugged landscapes of Scotland, a land
Speaker 1: steeped in legend, where ancient myths intertwine with modern day mysteries.
Speaker 1: But we're not here for tales of knights and castles.
Speaker 1: No Tonight. We're searching for something wilder, something elusive, something
Speaker 1: that has haunted the highlands and forests for centuries. You've
Speaker 1: heard of Sasquatch, the towering shadow figure of North America's forests.
Speaker 1: You've heard of the Yetti, the legendary snow dweller of
Speaker 1: the Himalayas. But what if I told you that Scotland
Speaker 1: has its own history of strange bipedal creatures lurking in
Speaker 1: its misty hills and dense woodlands. Imagine if the stories
Speaker 1: of Scotland's wild men weren't just myths. Ancient Celtic folklore
Speaker 1: speaks of towering, hairy beings that roamed the land, known
Speaker 1: as the fear Liath, the Gray Man of Ben mc Dewey.
Speaker 1: Hikers and mountaineers have reported an eerie presence, shadowy figures
Speaker 1: and even bone chilling howls echoing through the Cairngorm Mountains.
Speaker 1: But the stories don't stop there. From the sprawling forests
Speaker 1: of the Highlands to the remote isles, modern day witnesses
Speaker 1: have come forward with startling encounters. People claim to have
Speaker 1: seen massive ape like creatures watching them from the tree line,
Speaker 1: vanishing in the blink of an eye. Some say they've
Speaker 1: heard guttural growls in the dead of night. Others have
Speaker 1: found giant footprints pressed into the damp Scottish soil. You're
Speaker 1: probably wondering why these stories persist. Why in a world
Speaker 1: of technology and skepticism, reports of bigfoot like beings continue
Speaker 1: to emerge from Scotland's wilderness. That's what we're here to explore.
Speaker 1: So settle in, dim the lights and prepare yourself for
Speaker 1: a journey into the unknown, because tonight I'm bringing you
Speaker 1: real encounters from people who swear they came face to
Speaker 1: face with something that defies logic. The Carmelie eye shine
Speaker 1: and a creature in the road. Hello, I'd like to
Speaker 1: share an experience I had a few years ago. I
Speaker 1: never really told anyone about it. Talking about bigfoot tends
Speaker 1: to make people think you're crazy. But recently I learned
Speaker 1: that two other sightings have been reported near a quarry
Speaker 1: just outside of Carmeli. That caught my attention because I
Speaker 1: live very close to that area. It happened during the
Speaker 1: winter of twenty twelve or twenty thirteen, one of the
Speaker 1: harshest winters in recent memory in Carmilli. The snow was
Speaker 1: about a foot deep on flat ground and piled into
Speaker 1: massive drifts in places. I was out walking the family
Speaker 1: dog along a dirt track that runs between the main
Speaker 1: road and a wooded area further south, passing through a
Speaker 1: stretch of farm plots. About halfway down the track, I
Speaker 1: noticed something strange, a massive footprint in the snow. It
Speaker 1: had softened slightly from the snowfall, but it was still
Speaker 1: clear enough to make out, unlike the mprint of a
Speaker 1: shoe or a boot. This was the shape of a
Speaker 1: bare foot, just much much larger. It was about one
Speaker 1: and a half times the length of my own boot,
Speaker 1: which put it at roughly a foot and a half long,
Speaker 1: judging by the direction it faced. Whatever had left it
Speaker 1: had walked from one field to the other, cutting across
Speaker 1: the road at an angle. But here's the part that
Speaker 1: really stuck with me. The road at that point was
Speaker 1: only about four feet wide due to the snow drifts,
Speaker 1: and yet there was only a single footprint. Whatever left
Speaker 1: it must have been huge, with a stride long enough
Speaker 1: to cross the entire road in one step. I searched
Speaker 1: for more prints, but couldn't find any. My best guess
Speaker 1: is that the strong wind had blown fresh snow over
Speaker 1: the others, filling them in and hiding them. The footprint
Speaker 1: I found must have been in a more sheltered spot,
Speaker 1: protected just enough for it to remain visible. At the time,
Speaker 1: I tried not to think too much of it. There
Speaker 1: could have been plenty of explanations, I reasoned, so I
Speaker 1: shrugged it off and continued on my walk. But when
Speaker 1: I reached the wooded area at the end of the track,
Speaker 1: everything changed. The area was thick with low scrubby bushes,
Speaker 1: which because of the deep snow, stood nearly five feet tall,
Speaker 1: almost up to my neck. As soon as we entered
Speaker 1: the woods, my dog reacted before I even saw anything,
Speaker 1: she had already spotted it. She started barking and lunging,
Speaker 1: behaving just like the dogs described in one of the
Speaker 1: other Carmeli reports. Then I heard it, a deep, resonant
Speaker 1: oh sound, long and drawn out. It wasn't like anything
Speaker 1: i'd heard before. The moment that sound filled the air,
Speaker 1: my dog, who had been barking furiously, suddenly stopped. Her
Speaker 1: entire demeanor changed. She started squeaking and whining, utterly terrified.
Speaker 1: And then I saw it. Just as I was about
Speaker 1: to turn back, for my dog's sake, and honestly, for
Speaker 1: my own, a massive figure rose up from behind one
Speaker 1: of the bushes. It towered at least three heads above
Speaker 1: the top of the bush, far taller than any person.
Speaker 1: Its shoulders were disproportionately broad, its neck thick, and its
Speaker 1: body was covered in dark, almost black fur. The way
Speaker 1: the snow reflected off its eyes made them stand out,
Speaker 1: almost glowing against the dim winter light, even though the
Speaker 1: snow in the air made visibility slightly hazy. The creature
Speaker 1: was only five meters in front of me. There was
Speaker 1: no mistaking its sheer size. It dwarfed me. That was it.
Speaker 1: My dog bolted, and without hesitation, I ran after her.
Speaker 1: I didn't look back. Since that day, I've cautiously returned
Speaker 1: to the track a few times, but I've never seen
Speaker 1: any trace of the creature again. I've always been skeptical
Speaker 1: of things like this, but experiences like these don't need
Speaker 1: to happen more than once to change your mind. I
Speaker 1: never planned to tell this story, but after discovering that
Speaker 1: others have had similar encounters in the area, I felt
Speaker 1: compelled to share it. Maybe, just maybe there's something out
Speaker 1: there that we haven't yet discovered. There were two other
Speaker 1: incidents around that time, though I feel they're a bit
Speaker 1: more tenuous. Still, I'm sharing them in case someone else
Speaker 1: remembers a similar experience. The first happened late one night
Speaker 1: while we were driving down an empty road. As we
Speaker 1: approached a turn. Just as we were about to turn
Speaker 1: right onto the track, I saw a figure further up
Speaker 1: the road standing there facing us. He, or rather it,
Speaker 1: was looking directly into the car's headlights. I couldn't make
Speaker 1: out any clear details, but I could see the shape
Speaker 1: of a humanoid figure. What really stood out was the
Speaker 1: orange eyeshine reflecting from the line heights. It didn't move,
Speaker 1: didn't react, just stood there in the middle of the
Speaker 1: road watching us. At the time, I told myself it
Speaker 1: was probably just a person, but looking back, something about
Speaker 1: it felt off. The final incident happened while we were
Speaker 1: out picking wild raspberries deep in the woods. We suddenly
Speaker 1: heard a sound, a long, deep wail, echoing from somewhere
Speaker 1: far off. The adults in the group all looked at
Speaker 1: each other, acknowledging the strange sound. They even commented on it,
Speaker 1: wondering what it could be. But after a moment, they
Speaker 1: shrugged it off and went back to what they were doing,
Speaker 1: as if it were nothing. I'm not so sure it
Speaker 1: was nothing. The monster of Glamis Who was the unknown Prisoner?
Speaker 1: The first reports of Glamis Castle's unknown prisoner seemed to
Speaker 1: date back to the eighteen forties. In nineteen oh eight,
Speaker 1: a writer for Notes and Queries referenced these accounts, stirring
Speaker 1: up renewed interest. Just who this elusive captive might have
Speaker 1: been became the subject of much speculation. It was widely
Speaker 1: believed that he must have been a member of the
Speaker 1: Beau's Lyon family, possibly the first born son of the
Speaker 1: eleventh Earl or the heir of that earl's son, Lord Glamis.
Speaker 1: Supporters of this theory point to Douglas's Scott's Peerage, which
Speaker 1: records that after Lord Glamis married Charlotte Grimstead in eighteen twenty,
Speaker 1: their first child was a son, born and died on
Speaker 1: the twenty first of October eighteen twenty one. But what
Speaker 1: if that child didn't die so quickly or so conveniently,
Speaker 1: What if he had survived hidden away somewhere deep inside
Speaker 1: the castle. Several Victorian era guests at Glamis became obsessed
Speaker 1: with uncovering the Earl's secret. By the late nineteenth century,
Speaker 1: rumors were widespread that the Bow's Lions had a child
Speaker 1: who was born so horribly deformed that he could never
Speaker 1: be allowed to inherit the title. Some believe that though
Speaker 1: his mind was sound, his body was so grotesquely twisted
Speaker 1: that he was kept out of sight for life. This
Speaker 1: might sound like something out of a Gothic novel, but
Speaker 1: there is historical precedent for the bows Laon family treating
Speaker 1: certain relatives in ways that outsiders would consider harsh. For example,
Speaker 1: after World War One, Catherine and Narissa Bo's lion cousins
Speaker 1: of Queen Elizabeth I, were born with mental disabilities. They
Speaker 1: spent their entire lives locked away in hospitals, completely ignored
Speaker 1: by their family. What this so called monster of Glamous
Speaker 1: might have looked like remains a mystery tales tale of
Speaker 1: strange shadows seen on the castle battlements, particularly along a
Speaker 1: section ominously known as the mad Earl's Walk. One particularly
Speaker 1: chilling account dates back to eighteen sixty five. A workman
Speaker 1: at the castle accidentally stumbled upon a hidden door that
Speaker 1: opened into a long passage at the far end of
Speaker 1: the corridor. He saw something, but before he could investigate further,
Speaker 1: he reported the discovery to the Clerk of Works. Soon after,
Speaker 1: he was strongly encouraged to immigrate to Australia, his passage
Speaker 1: paid for by an unusually eager earl. Other nineteenth century
Speaker 1: reports described the monster as resembling a human toad. The
Speaker 1: only truly detailed description of the prisoner came much later,
Speaker 1: in the nineteen sixties, from the writer James Wentworth Day,
Speaker 1: who spent time at Glamis while researching the Bow's Lion
Speaker 1: family history. According to Wentworth Day, the Earl and his
Speaker 1: relatives shared a legend with him. A monster was born
Speaker 1: into the family. He was the heir, a creature fearful
Speaker 1: to behold. It was impossible to allow this deformed caricature
Speaker 1: of humanity to be seen, even by their friends. His
Speaker 1: chest was an enormous barrel harry as a doormat, His
Speaker 1: head ran straight into his shoulders, and his arms and
Speaker 1: legs were toy like. But despite his grotesque appearance, the
Speaker 1: child was raised to adulthood, kept hidden and occasionally exercised.
Speaker 1: That responsibility fell to the factor, the trusted overseer of
Speaker 1: the estate. If Glamy's Castle does have a hidden chamber,
Speaker 1: its location remains unknown. Estate records confirmed the construction of
Speaker 1: a concealed room adjacent to the charter room at the
Speaker 1: base of the tower, but there could be more. Lord
Speaker 1: Ernest Hamilton, an aristocratic guest, once claimed to have discovered
Speaker 1: a hidden passage beneath a trap door in the Blue
Speaker 1: Room dressing room. Others speculate that the chapel holds the secret.
Speaker 1: A report from the New York Sun in nineteen o
Speaker 1: four tells an even stranger tale. One evening, a young
Speaker 1: doctor staying at Glamy's Castle professionally returned to his room
Speaker 1: to find that the carpet had been taken up and relaid.
Speaker 1: Something seemed off. The pattern of the carpet didn't match
Speaker 1: at one end of the room. Curious, he moved the furniture,
Speaker 1: lifted the carpet and uncovered a trap door. Prying it open,
Speaker 1: he found himself in a hidden passage. Following the passage,
Speaker 1: he reached a cement wall, the surface still soft enough
Speaker 1: to leave the imprint of a finger. He returned to
Speaker 1: his room unsettled. The next morning he received a check
Speaker 1: for his services, along with an urgent message A carriage
Speaker 1: was waiting to take him to the station for the
Speaker 1: first train out bigfoot type creature on ar Broth Road.
Speaker 1: I'm from Dundee and I wanted to share something I
Speaker 1: saw a long time ago. At the time, I was
Speaker 1: in my twenties, maybe a little younger, and I had
Speaker 1: no idea what it was. But looking back now, I
Speaker 1: can say without a doubt that I came face to
Speaker 1: face with a bigfoot. I know how this sounds, Honestly,
Speaker 1: I feel like a Nutter even saying it out loud.
Speaker 1: I've already reached out to two other paranormal researchers, but
Speaker 1: no one really seems to care or take me seriously.
Speaker 1: My first encounter happened about five or six years ago,
Speaker 1: and then I had another one more recently in twenty eighteen.
Speaker 1: I just saw you on a mini documentary and I
Speaker 1: thought maybe you would understand what I saw that day.
Speaker 1: I need you to know I am one hundred percent
Speaker 1: telling the truth. This is real to me, and it's
Speaker 1: important that you know that. I am so convinced of
Speaker 1: what I saw that I've even tried doing my own investigations.
Speaker 1: I'll be honest. When I first started going out looking,
Speaker 1: I was terrified, even though I had already had one
Speaker 1: encounter that scared the absolute hell out of me. I
Speaker 1: kept going back, and over time it got easier. Since then,
Speaker 1: I've seen a few other strange things in the same area.
Speaker 1: There's nowhere in the UK where you can really study
Speaker 1: this kind of thing, at least not properly. The best
Speaker 1: I could do was watch documentaries, and those helped me
Speaker 1: pinpoint exactly what kind of creature I saw. I'm convinced
Speaker 1: it was a bigfoot. It had pale, whitish hair, maybe
Speaker 1: with a bit of gray mixed in. Its eyes had
Speaker 1: a strange glow red at least I thought so, but
Speaker 1: my girlfriend, who was with me at the time, thought
Speaker 1: they looked more orange. And it was huge, tall, broad,
Speaker 1: definitely not human. It was sitting there, half on the path,
Speaker 1: half in the bushes, right by a creek, at two
Speaker 1: or three am, in freezing cold weather. And stay tuned
Speaker 1: for more sasquatch oat to see. We'll be right back
Speaker 1: after these messages. Then it stood up, It rose to
Speaker 1: its full height, and suddenly it looked like a giant.
Speaker 1: Its arms were massive, long and thick, hanging down in
Speaker 1: a way that just didn't look right. The second we
Speaker 1: saw that, we ran. I never stopped thinking about that night.
Speaker 1: And what makes it even stranger is that a few
Speaker 1: years later I saw a report in the paper someone
Speaker 1: across Tayport, near the tay had seen something exactly like
Speaker 1: what I saw. And then, of course there are the
Speaker 1: old gray man stories from the Cairngorms. But how do
Speaker 1: you tell people that you saw something like this. Nobody
Speaker 1: is going to believe you, and so far nobody has.
Speaker 1: That's why I had to share this with you. When
Speaker 1: I heard you talking, I could tell you've seen them too.
Speaker 1: Over the years. I've also heard growling and other strange
Speaker 1: noises in that area, So that's what happened to me.
Speaker 1: It's not easy to say all of this, but I
Speaker 1: think it's important that I do. Maybe this is why
Speaker 1: people go missing and are never found. I feel lucky
Speaker 1: to have seen what I saw. This would have been
Speaker 1: around Christmas, about ten years ago. I was at my
Speaker 1: ex girlfriend's house and our friend was about to walk
Speaker 1: home really late at night on her own. I didn't
Speaker 1: feel right about that. The lanes around there are pitch black,
Speaker 1: and the walk to her house is long, not the
Speaker 1: kind of place you want to be alone at night,
Speaker 1: so I offered to walk her part of the way.
Speaker 1: My ex came with us, and the three of us
Speaker 1: set off into the cold night. We got our friend
Speaker 1: home safely, then started heading back. When we reached the
Speaker 1: bridge over the stream, we walked across, turned the corner,
Speaker 1: and that's when we saw it. There was something sitting there,
Speaker 1: half in the bush, half on the like it was resting.
Speaker 1: It was freezing, icy ground middle of the night, so
Speaker 1: I had no idea what we were looking at We
Speaker 1: both stared at each other, like what the fuck is that?
Speaker 1: Then it stood up. It was massive, bigger than any
Speaker 1: person could ever be, and it was looking right at us.
Speaker 1: The way it stood was strange. Its arms were long
Speaker 1: and thick, dangling unnaturally. It was ape like, and its
Speaker 1: sheer size was terrifying. The best way I can describe it,
Speaker 1: it looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger wearing a white furry rug.
Speaker 1: It was so big it seemed larger than the moonlight itself.
Speaker 1: Its eyes red or orange, depending on how the light
Speaker 1: hit them, locked on to us, and the way it
Speaker 1: moved that freaked me out the most. We didn't wait around.
Speaker 1: We ran back over the bridge full sprint. The crazy part.
Speaker 1: If we had just walked past it, home was only
Speaker 1: five minutes up the hill road to cross and that
Speaker 1: was it. But instead of taking that chance, we ran
Speaker 1: in the opposite direction, adding a twenty to twenty five
Speaker 1: minute detour, just to avoid where we had seen it.
Speaker 1: The whole way there, I had a feeling something was
Speaker 1: watching us. I didn't say anything at the time, but
Speaker 1: now I wonder if I should have. I suppose I
Speaker 1: could have been mistaken. Maybe it was just a huge
Speaker 1: man wrapped in a white fur rug, sitting half on
Speaker 1: the frozen path, half in the wet bushes at three
Speaker 1: am and sub zero temperatures. But that doesn't make sense.
Speaker 1: What kind of person would do that. That man would
Speaker 1: have had to be sitting there for hours, just waiting
Speaker 1: for someone to walk by, And what are the odds
Speaker 1: we'd come by at exactly the right moment? And besides,
Speaker 1: I can't forget the size of it. I think about
Speaker 1: it every single day since then. I've gone out investigating
Speaker 1: with friends. I've heard growls, heavy thuds, and other strange
Speaker 1: sounds in that same area. There's something out there, and
Speaker 1: I know, I know I saw it. Mister Luke's Dundee
Speaker 1: Bigfoot Creature, nineteen ninety five. Mark finally spoke about his experience,
Speaker 1: one that had happened a decade earlier in nineteen ninety five.
Speaker 1: He had kept it to himself for years, not saying
Speaker 1: a word, until he came across a local newspaper report
Speaker 1: in two thousand and five. The report described a sighting
Speaker 1: that felt eerily familiar, almost identical to what he had seen.
Speaker 1: Mark Luke, a carer, claims that he saw a big
Speaker 1: foot like creature roaming the Fife countryside. His encounter took
Speaker 1: place just off the Tay Road bridge while he was
Speaker 1: traveling to Dundee to cover a night shift security job.
Speaker 1: Mark recalls, from what I read in the Courier, my
Speaker 1: experience was very similar to the one reported in two
Speaker 1: thousand and five. I was driving back to Edinburgh at
Speaker 1: around eight am, heading south on the A ninety two,
Speaker 1: right around the same area where the other siding happened.
Speaker 1: Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until I reached one
Speaker 1: particular stretch of road. That's when everything changed. I remember
Speaker 1: there was forest on both sides of the road, and
Speaker 1: as I glanced to my left, I saw a tall,
Speaker 1: dark shape standing about twenty feet away in the trees.
Speaker 1: At first I thought it was just a large man,
Speaker 1: but then it started walking toward me, and that's when
Speaker 1: I knew it was not a man. He must have
Speaker 1: been huge, I would guess eight to ten feet tall
Speaker 1: and incredibly wide. His sheer size was overwhelming. I won't lie.
Speaker 1: I was scared and confused. I didn't know what I
Speaker 1: was looking at, so I did the only thing I
Speaker 1: could think to do. I put my foot down and
Speaker 1: got out of there as fast as I could. I
Speaker 1: was already going about sixty miles per hour and there
Speaker 1: was no way I was stopping to look back. I
Speaker 1: just wanted to put distance between me and it. The
Speaker 1: forest was dark, making it hard to see any details.
Speaker 1: I could make out its shape, but its facial features
Speaker 1: were lost in the shadows. Could it be real? Even
Speaker 1: after all these Mark remains ninety percent convinced that they're
Speaker 1: out there. I won't ever be one hundred percent sure
Speaker 1: until I see a body, or if somebody captures one.
Speaker 1: Even when you see something like that with your own eyes,
Speaker 1: it still doesn't feel possible. There are still too many
Speaker 1: unexplained things out there. The two thousand and five newspaper
Speaker 1: report that prompted Mark to speak up was published in
Speaker 1: a local Scottish paper, and it turns out that both encounters,
Speaker 1: though a decade apart, happened within just a mile of
Speaker 1: each other along that same stretch of road. Coincidence or
Speaker 1: proof that something strange is lurking in the forests of Fife.
Speaker 1: The Bigfoot crossing the Road, Fife, August two thousand and five.
Speaker 1: This account was shared with me by Cliff Barockman of
Speaker 1: the BFRO in the United states it took place in
Speaker 1: a stunning part of Scotland, less than a mile from
Speaker 1: the Tay Estuary, near the A ninety two. The witness
Speaker 1: was driving home from work, taking a road he had
Speaker 1: traveled countless time before, but on this particular night, as
Speaker 1: he approached the Five Roads round about, he encountered something
Speaker 1: he never expected to see, a strange, hairy, human like
Speaker 1: figure standing by the roadside. Here's his story in his
Speaker 1: own words. After navigating the Five Roads round About, I
Speaker 1: was heading southbound on the A ninety two when my
Speaker 1: headlights picked out what I thought was a man standing
Speaker 1: by the left side of the road. His figure was
Speaker 1: clear as day. Then he stepped out directly in front
Speaker 1: of my car. Instinctively, I slammed on the brakes to
Speaker 1: avoid hitting him. But as I got closer, I realized
Speaker 1: this was no man. This was a huge, hairy, ape
Speaker 1: like creature. It turned its head to look at me,
Speaker 1: and in that moment, its eyes reflected the light from
Speaker 1: my car, shining in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Speaker 1: And then with just three enormous strides acrossed the road.
Speaker 1: I sat there in shock, my car at a full stop,
Speaker 1: feeling uneasy, but curious, I rolled down the window. That's
Speaker 1: when I heard something moving through the woods, heavy deliberate
Speaker 1: crunching sounds coming from the undergrowth. I had no torch,
Speaker 1: no way to shine light into the trees, but even
Speaker 1: without seeing anything, I felt it. The air was thick
Speaker 1: with an awful odor, something unpleasant and unnatural. And then
Speaker 1: everything went completely silent. No wind, no movement, no sound
Speaker 1: at all. It was as if the whole world had
Speaker 1: gone still. And suddenly an overwhelming sensation hit me. I
Speaker 1: was being watched. It was deeply unsettling. Then, in a daze,
Speaker 1: I just drove away. I didn't even realize I had
Speaker 1: started driving again until I was nearly home. Looking back,
Speaker 1: this creature was easily over seven feet tall, covered in
Speaker 1: dark brown hair of a reasonable length. I have never
Speaker 1: seen anything like it in Scotland before or since. Up
Speaker 1: until now. The only person I've ever told is my partner.
Speaker 1: I always thought creatures like this exist in other parts
Speaker 1: of the world, but not here in the UK. Yet
Speaker 1: I know without a doubt what I saw. The memory
Speaker 1: is still as vivid as if it happened yesterday. There
Speaker 1: were rumors from farm hands and land managers about sheep
Speaker 1: and cattle disturbances in the area, but I never heard
Speaker 1: of any actual sightings of large hairy creatures, not in
Speaker 1: that area, not in Scotland at all. I worked as
Speaker 1: a civil servant for many years and encountered some crazy
Speaker 1: things in my time, but I must admit this was
Speaker 1: a shock. Just north of this location is the area
Speaker 1: associated with the Carmilly wild Man sidings, one of Scotland's
Speaker 1: most well known reports of a similar creature. Could these
Speaker 1: accounts be connected? Bigfoot causes an accident in the Highlands
Speaker 1: two thousand and seven. This is a second hand account
Speaker 1: told to me by a very good friend who personally
Speaker 1: knew the witness. It happened in the winter of two
Speaker 1: thousand and seven, around six am on a remote mountain
Speaker 1: road winding northeast from Creef to Perth, a landscape scattered
Speaker 1: with prehistoric sits. The witness, a local woman who lived
Speaker 1: in one of the area's isolated farmhouses, was on her
Speaker 1: usual morning drive to work in Perth. She typically took
Speaker 1: the main road, the A eighty five, but that morning,
Speaker 1: upon reaching the junction, she found the road blocked. A
Speaker 1: detour sign directed her onto a narrow, unlit mountain track. Instead,
Speaker 1: the road was wet and desolate. She drove cautiously, the
Speaker 1: only sounds coming from her car's engine and the splashing
Speaker 1: of her tires on the damp track. She had traveled
Speaker 1: a fair distance when as she rounded a bend, her
Speaker 1: headlights illuminated something she would never forget. There, crouched low
Speaker 1: with knees bent and head down was a gigantic hairy man.
Speaker 1: He looked exactly like a man, but covered in thick hair.
Speaker 1: He had five fingers, was immensely tall, and at that moment,
Speaker 1: he was drinking water from a puddle. She slammed on
Speaker 1: the brakes, coming to a sudden stop just yards away.
Speaker 1: Frozen in shock, she stared at the creature, unable to
Speaker 1: believe her own eyes. For a moment, it simply glanced
Speaker 1: sideways at her. Then, with effortless grace, it suddenly leapt
Speaker 1: over the fence and with unbelievable speed, raced up the
Speaker 1: boulder strewn mountain slope, disappearing into the woods. But the
Speaker 1: strangeness wasn't over. The moment the creature vanished into the trees,
Speaker 1: something unexplainable occurred. Her car began to roll over sideways
Speaker 1: once twice three times. It finally landed on its side,
Speaker 1: hanging partially suspended by her seat belt. She looked around
Speaker 1: in astonishment. Her cassette tape, along with other small objects
Speaker 1: on her dashboard, had not moved an inch, as if
Speaker 1: the car had never tumbled at all. Her only injury
Speaker 1: was a slight bruise on her shoulder caused by the
Speaker 1: seat belt. Dazed but thankful to be alive, she reached
Speaker 1: for her mobile phone and called for help. A week earlier,
Speaker 1: the one had shared this road with a close friend,
Speaker 1: a gifted medium. That friend later told her that when
Speaker 1: she and her husband had driven past that very same spot,
Speaker 1: she had been overcome with an intense sense of dread.
Speaker 1: It was so overwhelming that she had screamed at her
Speaker 1: husband to drive faster, to get away as quickly as possible.
Speaker 1: Porter's Bray wild man hiding in the forest siding. I
Speaker 1: know that was a long time ago, but I've never
Speaker 1: forgotten it. Even now, I'm confident about what happened and
Speaker 1: what I saw. It was about forty five years ago.
Speaker 1: I was with my then girlfriend, parked on a forestry
Speaker 1: road at the junction of Langdyke's Bray and Porter's Bray,
Speaker 1: on the road to Colts. The area was and still
Speaker 1: is heavy woodlands used for forestry. This remote junction was
Speaker 1: about one and a half miles from Kenaway, Fife. I
Speaker 1: had parked about three hundred yards up the Torloisk forestry road.
Speaker 1: To my left, the trees had been cut down for
Speaker 1: about fifty yards, leaving a cleared area up to the
Speaker 1: tree line. The fallen trees were stacked neatly by the roadside.
Speaker 1: It was a full moon and I could see all
Speaker 1: the way across the clearing to the standing trees. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: my girlfriend said she saw something moving in the clearing.
Speaker 1: I dismissed it, telling her it was probably just a
Speaker 1: fox or a deer. After a while, I dozed off
Speaker 1: in the car seat. Then she shook me awake. She
Speaker 1: was panicked, saying that something was moving behind the stacked trees,
Speaker 1: much closer than before. She told me it had been
Speaker 1: circling around us for a while. Now, still groggy, I
Speaker 1: rolled down the window and banged on the door, trying
Speaker 1: to scare off whatever it was. But it didn't move,
Speaker 1: no sound, no reaction. I felt a wave of unease.
Speaker 1: I quickly jumped into the driver's seat started the car
Speaker 1: and reversed so the headlights pointed toward whatever was out there,
Speaker 1: and then I saw it. To my shock and amazement,
Speaker 1: the creature stood up straight for just a second or two.
Speaker 1: It was fully illuminated in the headlights, clear as it
Speaker 1: was massive, about eight feet tall. Its chest and face
Speaker 1: were white gray, but the rest of its body was black.
Speaker 1: It stared right at us for a moment, then suddenly
Speaker 1: turned and bolted into the forest, disappearing into the darkness.
Speaker 1: We sat there and stunned silence, trying to make sense
Speaker 1: of what we had just seen. And then it came
Speaker 1: back out of nowhere. Stick started hitting the car, and
Speaker 1: these weren't small twigs. We could hear the heavy thud
Speaker 1: as they struck the vehicle. Then we heard crashing sounds,
Speaker 1: something pushing through a line of young beech trees near
Speaker 1: the car. That was it. We got out of there fast.
Speaker 1: My girlfriend refused to ever go back. The next day,
Speaker 1: I returned with my brother. We searched for tracks or
Speaker 1: any sign of what had been there, but the rain
Speaker 1: had washed everything away. Later I spoke to a man
Speaker 1: who had worked in those forests his entire life. I
Speaker 1: asked if he had ever seen anything like what we saw.
Speaker 1: His answer, never stay tuned for more sasquatch ott to see.
Speaker 1: We'll be right back after these messages. A mysterious encounter
Speaker 1: on the road to Edinburgh. Stephanie shared this bizarre experience,
Speaker 1: which took place over thirty years ago. In October nineteen eighty. She,
Speaker 1: her parents and her children were on a long car
Speaker 1: journey from Banbury to Fife, but something strange happened along
Speaker 1: the way, something that left them missing several hours of time.
Speaker 1: As they crossed the Scottish border near Jedburgh on their
Speaker 1: way to Edinburgh, they encountered a strange object and their
Speaker 1: journey somehow took seven hours from the borders to Edinburgh,
Speaker 1: a drive that should have taken far less time. This
Speaker 1: is Stephanie's account of what happened that day. We were
Speaker 1: driving from Banbury, Oxfordshire, to Anstruther, Fife. My father sixty two,
Speaker 1: was the driver and my mother, who was fifty six
Speaker 1: at the time, sat in the front passenger seat. I
Speaker 1: was thirty two years old sitting in the middle of
Speaker 1: the back seat with my twelve year old daughter to
Speaker 1: my right and my ten year old and eight year
Speaker 1: old sons to my left. We were driving across the
Speaker 1: borders on the road to Abbotsford, a quiet, picturesque b road.
Speaker 1: At around four pm. We decided we'd stop at the
Speaker 1: next town for coffee and to stretch our legs. As
Speaker 1: we continued driving, I noticed something on my right, beyond
Speaker 1: the southbound lane of the road, where a narrow band
Speaker 1: of trees lined the roadside. That's when I saw it.
Speaker 1: Something rose through the trees, and immediately it caught my attention.
Speaker 1: It was completely horizontal as it ascended, and it was
Speaker 1: unlike anything I had ever seen before. The object was
Speaker 1: matt black, with no windows and no visible seams, bolts,
Speaker 1: or panels. It looked like it had been crafted from
Speaker 1: a single seamless piece, no sign of manufacturing at all.
Speaker 1: It stayed at treetop height, but strangely, the tree branches
Speaker 1: below it never moved. There was no wind, no sound,
Speaker 1: nothing coming from it. We were traveling at about forty
Speaker 1: five miles per hour, and as we moved, the object
Speaker 1: paced us perfectly. My father, sensing something was off, slowed
Speaker 1: the car to a crawl and even turned in his
Speaker 1: seat to get a better look. Still, the object matched
Speaker 1: our speed exactly. The object was triangular, about ten feet
Speaker 1: wide from wingtip to wingtip, and ten feet front to back.
Speaker 1: Where you might expect a cockpit, there was a bulging section,
Speaker 1: but no glass, no windows, no visible features at all.
Speaker 1: My father suggested stopping the car to get a better look,
Speaker 1: but my mother and I were terrified and we begged
Speaker 1: him not to. The object remained less than twenty feet
Speaker 1: off the ground, clear and unmistakable. My father told me
Speaker 1: to grab the camera from the back window ledge and
Speaker 1: take a picture. I reached for it, but the moment
Speaker 1: my hand touched the camera, I was overcome by pure terror,
Speaker 1: a deep instinctive fear, like I was being warned not
Speaker 1: to take the picture. I felt that about forty minutes
Speaker 1: had passed, but somehow we had barely traveled any distance
Speaker 1: at all. Then I noticed something else. My children were
Speaker 1: becoming scared. Not wanting them to panic, I quickly diverted
Speaker 1: their attention. I picked up a story book and began
Speaker 1: reading to them, pretending nothing was happening, even though deep
Speaker 1: down I knew something was very, very wrong. Stephanie's story
Speaker 1: raises many questions. What was the strange object that followed
Speaker 1: them so closely? Why did she experience a sudden wave
Speaker 1: of fear when reaching for the camera, and how did
Speaker 1: their journey take seven hours far longer than it should have.
Speaker 1: This remains one of Scotland's most intriguing missing time cases,
Speaker 1: a journey Stephanie and her family will never forget a
Speaker 1: series of unexplained encounters at Cairn Papple. It was early
Speaker 1: winter two thousand and three and I had just passed
Speaker 1: my driving test. Like most new drivers, I was eager
Speaker 1: to get out on the road, so I took my
Speaker 1: friend and his girlfriend for a drive. We weren't heading
Speaker 1: anywhere in particular, just enjoying the freedom of driving. Coming
Speaker 1: up through Torfichen, I spotted a sign for Cairn Papple.
Speaker 1: I recognized the name, so I decided to head that way.
Speaker 1: We passed the Cairn Paple lay by, then drove down
Speaker 1: into the valley and back up toward Knock Hill. That's
Speaker 1: when my mate suddenly pointed at the hilltop. That looks
Speaker 1: like a man standing there looking down at us. I
Speaker 1: slowed the car and sure enough, there was a dark
Speaker 1: figure at the top of the hill. Oh yeah, so
Speaker 1: it does, I said, squinting to get a better look.
Speaker 1: Then it started moving, not just moving running fast, it
Speaker 1: raced down the hill toward us at an impossible speed,
Speaker 1: far faster than any normal person could run. We panicked.
Speaker 1: I slammed my foot on the accelerator and sped away.
Speaker 1: Whatever it was, it wasn't human. It was all dark
Speaker 1: in color, and the way it moved wasn't natural. It
Speaker 1: was covering miles faster than I could drive. I didn't
Speaker 1: think much about that night after a while. Yes, it
Speaker 1: had given us a fright, but I just chalked it
Speaker 1: up to something strange but unexplained, until it happened again
Speaker 1: in spring two thousand and six. I was out driving
Speaker 1: with my mate again. It was a nice night, so
Speaker 1: I thought we'd head up to the Bathgate Hills. If
Speaker 1: it was clear, we could walk up to Cairnpapple and
Speaker 1: get a good view of central Scotland. The area had
Speaker 1: seen snow a week before, but most of it had
Speaker 1: melted back home up in the hills. However, there were
Speaker 1: still patches of snow lining the road. That didn't put
Speaker 1: us off. We parked at the Cairn Paple lay by,
Speaker 1: climbed the stairs and started walking the field before Cairn
Speaker 1: Papal was still covered in snow, but we carried on anyway.
Speaker 1: We had a laugh, slipping and falling, and at one
Speaker 1: point I even fell waist deep into a cairn. After
Speaker 1: a few minutes, we started getting cold and decided to
Speaker 1: head back to the car. That's when it happened again.
Speaker 1: The wind had picked up and visibility was poor by
Speaker 1: this time. We left the cairn papal gate and walked
Speaker 1: into the open field. Suddenly we heard it, something coming
Speaker 1: towards us from behind. It sounded fast, rushing through the snow,
Speaker 1: right in our direction. We spun around, but nothing. We
Speaker 1: couldn't see anything, but the sound of something charging at
Speaker 1: us that was undeniable. We ran in our panic. We
Speaker 1: lost the way back to the stairs and had to
Speaker 1: scramble through the darkness to find them. When we finally
Speaker 1: reached the steps, we rushed down, jumped in the car,
Speaker 1: and drove away. We were shaken up and confused, talking
Speaker 1: about it non stop, debating whether to go back or not.
Speaker 1: I couldn't stop thinking about it. You'd think that after
Speaker 1: two terrifying encounters I'd avoid the place completely. But in
Speaker 1: winter two thousand and nine, I had just returned from
Speaker 1: Australia and it had snowed heavily. A friend and I
Speaker 1: were looking for a good spot to go sledging, and
Speaker 1: I suggested the Bathgate Hills. The area was high up
Speaker 1: and there would be no shortage of snow. We arrived
Speaker 1: around twelve to fifteen am and first climbed up Cairnpapple
Speaker 1: to check the conditions. We quickly realized the snow was
Speaker 1: too deep, making sledging impossible, so we decided to walk
Speaker 1: around the site instead. After a while, it started snowing again,
Speaker 1: so we headed back to the car, and then it
Speaker 1: happened again. Just as we left the fence and stepped
Speaker 1: into the field, we heard something chasing us. My friend
Speaker 1: was terrified and started running, but this time I remembered
Speaker 1: my last encounter. I calmed her down and told her
Speaker 1: if we leave the area near the steps, it will stop.
Speaker 1: We moved as quickly as we could without losing our way,
Speaker 1: and once again made it to the car safely. But
Speaker 1: then she pointed at the snow there were fresh footprints
Speaker 1: leading into the field we had just come from. That's
Speaker 1: when the fear really set in. As we drove away,
Speaker 1: the car got stuck approaching nine Hill. The road conditions
Speaker 1: made it difficult to gain traction, and for a moment
Speaker 1: we were helpless. When we finally got moving, we passed
Speaker 1: the knack Hill car park and there in the snow,
Speaker 1: we saw more fresh footprints. These weren't normal walking prints.
Speaker 1: They were definitely something strange, something unexplained. Di p