Speaker 1: You would be interested in what happened to me a
year ago and twice more in twenty four hours just
four weeks ago, near the Humbolt Mendocino County headwaters of
the Motole River. I know I'm butchering those names up,
but I'm trying. I'm trying well. I've become absolutely convinced
that some unknown animal exists here, and I began to
search the Internet for similar accounts. It then became clear
to me that these experiences must be documented and conveyed
to others. In July of twenty eighteen, I was staying
in an isolated region that had limited access. I was
on a primitive road twenty miles south of Whitehorn, California,
behind three locked gates. This place is at the end
of the world, on the northern order of a vast
green belt spreading from Shelter Cove on the coast east
to Highway one on one and south to Fort Bragg
and then east to Persy, as can be seen on
the Google Earth. About three am I was awake. It
was hot, dark, and completely silent that night in these mountains.
Something above me where I lay in my tent. Approximately
two to three hundred meters began knocking on wood, best
described as loud wax on a tree trunk by a
big club or a branch. It started with one knock,
which got my attention with a brief hesitation, and then
several more knocks, but randomly timed sum in succession others
after hesitations, the knocking was loud. It was so loud
that it echoed down the canyon, and the event lasted
only a minute or two. My first thoughts were that
there was no one on the mountain who could be
out here in the middle of a primitive and detected area.
These knocks were from something large, and no North American
animal could have made them. I listened while my mind
tried to wrap around how the noise was made. The
event left me puzzled. I told a few locals afterward
and learned that there were other hotspots for sisquatch sightings
between Piercy and north to Willow Creek. Four weeks ago,
when waiting at the first lock to gate in this
same conservation area, I heard two distinct vocalizations what cannot
be explained. As I waited in the dusk for about
forty five minutes waiting to meet a party at the
gate who were running late. I heard a loud wail
that I've never heard before in nature. The noise was
at my two o'clock facing east up the heavily wooded
area above me, two to three hundred meters up. I
instantly knew where I had heard such an unfamiliar call.
It was three years years ago, while watching a Bigfoot
reality show where these squatch hunters were making a unique
call while searching for Bigfoot. At that time, I remember
thinking how ridiculous it seemed for people to be on
television trekking at night making strange calls in the woods.
There was a brief delay from the first call to
the next, and then silence for a minute, leaving me
to wonder if this whole experience was even real. It
was either an unknown animal or some kind of implausible prank.
It was loud, echoing down the mountain, as though some
huge creature could belt with the lungs of Luciano Pavarati.
But this was louder. The chance of being a prankster
waiting in silence with me for forty five minutes in
that remote location to prank me was very slim. And
then another call at three to four hundred meters up
to the north at my eight o'clock that was just
as loud and unique as the first. This blew my
mind because the first call might be attributed to an
elk on steroids, but the response from what was clearly
not an owl brought chills down my spine. I quickly
moved closer to my vehicle and listened for another thirty
minutes in the darkness. I will never forget this second vocalization.
This was obvious communication between two individuals. I had a
fourth experience, but it happened the night before the duel vocalizations.
On Friday evening, November one, twenty nineteen, I had just
moved into a cabin that my brother and I rented.
It was located along a rugged canyon area of the
Motole River. It was dusk and quite dark already in
the forest. I was outside looking at the stars, taking
in the newness of these rugged surroundings. Above me, a
few hundred meters away to the east of the river,
echoed a loud, for voting scream. My jaw dropped in amazement.
It was terrifying at the same time, and I conjured
up visions of a banshee. The screaming continued full throttle
for over five minutes. Mountain lions scream, but nothing like this.
Someone had either set up a speaker and playing the
bloodiest scream that Hollywood could produce, or this was an
unbelievably big animal. It was the night after Halloween, and
I wondered if someone was on the mountain side pranking
me as a newcomer to the neighborhood. I listened for
a bit and then went inside and told my brother
about it because it was so unnerving. Bigfoot did not
even enter my mind. However, the next evening, about the
same time, I heard the calls again near the gate
that blocked our driveway. Why have I been so lucky
to hear or experience such a mystery? Three distinct vocalizations
which cannot be explained. I began pouring over USGS maps
and satellite imagery to ascertain what the link could be.
Are their neighbors or access for individuals to get that close?
Could one individual in such obvious stress on one night
have triggered the coincidental travel of at least two or
more unknown creatures the very next night, And what could
be the connection between these events located twenty miles apart.
I've talked to some locals about hearing strange noises, but
no one claims anything or they don't want to be ridiculed.
I would like to know if there have been recent
experiences by others in this area. I'm a sixty year
old man with extensive wilderness experience in forests and in jungles.
I have credibility in this area. I have trecked and
lived in remote areas of Africa, Australia, Central America, South America,
places of potential danger, and I've never experienced fear. I
was born and raised near Yellowstone Park and have had
no bad experiences with grizzlies, mountain lions or wolves. Traveling
all these years with a firm understanding of ecosystems, I
never could have believed in such mysteries that anything new
would ever be discovered. What has happened to me recently
has completely changed my mind. There is a mystery in
these woods, and I have a few ideas on how
to find the answers to it. We were living in
the country north of Warsaw, Indiana, in twenty twelve. I
was fourteen at the time and enjoying life as only
a teenager can. We lived in one of those small
residential neighborhoods pocketed in the woods, with our house sitting
closest to the tree line. Those woods were our retreat
as kids. I would head off there with my sibling
and friends, or all by myself and explore and play,
or just to relax and think. It was quiet there,
and we all spent a lot of time in those
woods during the day, but we never did at night.
That summer, I was sleeping in the back bedroom with
the window open to catch a breeze, and something walked
past my window. I didn't see it, but I could
tell by the sound of its walk that it was massive.
I would have thought it was a bear, but we
don't have those in Indiana, and it scared me so
bad that I ran and got my father. He took
his gun and went outside, but he didn't find anything.
A few months later, my sister and I were sleeping
in that same bedroom, like typical teenagers. We were talking
when we should have been sleeping. At two am. Suddenly
we heard some exotic bird calling. We figured it must
have been some exotic bird. We spent most of our
free time in the woods, and we knew all the
bird sounds in our area and could not identify this one.
It became a regular occurrence after that. Sometimes it was
just one bird calling, and other times we'd hear one
call and another answer back from the opposite direction. It
was always close to the house, and it was always loud.
I remember asking my sister have you ever heard a
bird like that? She said she hadn't. We knew it
wasn't an owl, and we didn't know of any other
nightbirds in our area, none that can make a call
that loud. Anyway, I've never heard birds chirping or calling
that late at night as well. And this sound, well,
it was off, didn't sound right. This went on for
several months, and then it just stopped. Two years later,
I had switched to the bedroom next to that one.
My sister and I were sharing it. We'd like to
leave the windows open at night so we could hear
the sounds of crickets and frogs, and the cool air
felt nice. We'd close the curtains for privacy, but that
didn't stop the breeze. It was summertime again, and that
meant we were taking advantage of our freedom from school
by sitting up and talking all night. We'd also sneak
out to meet friends, or they would sneak up to
our window to visit us. That was another reason we
liked to leave the windows open. We shared a bunk
that was placed right next to the window, and I
slept on the bottom so I was better able to
see outside. That window faced a dead end road that
we lived on, where a dimly lit street lamp barely
lit up the yard. It cast a low glow on
the window. My sister and I had stayed up talking
as usual, but around one am she drifted off, so
I was lying there looking out at the night. Out
of nowhere, I began to hear something walking around the
side of the house from the woods. My first thought
was that it was some random person and cutting through
our yard, or maybe it was an annoying raccoon that
had been getting into our trash. But the sound of
the footsteps were distinct and heavy. It walked up to
my window and it stopped right in front. Back lit
by the street light, its shadow fell across the curtains.
Whatever was out there, it was huge. It had the
outline of a very tall man and Unfortunately, shadows are
never more detailed than that. I didn't feel like it
would hurt me, but I did feel the need to
lie very still and be quiet. It was as if
it were listening for my breathing or my movements. I
was too afraid to look out the window. I didn't
want to see what was out there. I couldn't bring
myself to go get my dad because I couldn't leave
my sister alone in the room and nothing but a
screen between her and that thing. I never heard it
breathe or move. It stood there staring at the window
for a minute or two, and then it moved away,
back toward the woods. It took me a few minutes
to get up the courage to close my window. I'd
have to open the curtain to do so, and I
was afraid of what I might see. I replay that
night over and over in my head all the time,
and each time I hear myself asking the same question
again and again, what just happened? That was the last
strange occurrence I had at that house before we moved.
I never actually saw anything, but after some experiences in
Tennessee and an experience my cousin had in northern Idaho.
I'm a true believer in monsters. Uh, well, you said
you didn't see anything, but you saw the outline of it.
It was back lit by the street, the dim street lamp.
You saw something. It was big, and it was standing
in front of your window. Now I would count that
as a visual encounter. This is great. Summer nights you
hear something walking around the outside of the house, no
one is supposed to be out there, and then a
year later, the next summer you open your window and
there's something standing right there, silhouetted against the street light. Unreal,
great story. Thank you, ma'am for sending it. My name
is Barb. You can use my name if you want.
I'm nearly sixty years old, and I've seen and heard
things others couldn't all of my life. I've stopped caring
what others thought about me long ago. Those people who
know me really know me. Don't even question me anymore
about my feelings or sightings. My husband is a wonderful
man who sometimes thinks I'm off my rocker, But most
of the things that I've seen or had feelings about
have proved me right, so he doesn't question me anymore.
I am from the Midwest. My husband is from southwestern Canada,
near where we are currently living. We met years ago.
We stayed in the city because of my job. I
was born and raised in the same city, but I
never felt at home there. The people I worked with
used to tell me that I was too country, which
to me was not an insult. When I was a teenager,
my parents would take me camping out west in the mountains,
and I loved it. I used to cry all the
way home. Soon after my husband and I met, we
drove west to meet his family. I really liked the
area and I told him that we were going to
move there when I retired. He just laughed at me.
About six years before I retired, we were on another
trip west to visit his family. We were exhausted. After
spending the day with his nephew and his family, we
drove to the next town to find a motel, and
there was a big event going on in this town
of four thousand people, so all of the motels were booked.
We drove on over a hill to the next town.
Maybe it was welcome relief of a motel room for
the night, or being surrounded by the mountains, but when
I awoke the next morning, I felt something I have
never felt before. I felt at home. I worked tonight,
so my husband was usually up before I was, But
on this day, I was sitting on a chair outside
the motel, looking up at the mountain. I didn't want
to leave. He mentioned our jobs, our adult children, and
many other reasons he could think of to go on
with our trip and back to our lives. It wasn't
until he mentioned my babies that I relented. By babies,
he met my two boxers, a dockson and our two cats.
I gave in and we left to continue our trip.
Six years later, I nagged him to retire so we
could move to the little town in the middle of nowhere,
the only place that I ever felt at home. It
took me a year to convince him. We put an
offer on a house without ever seeing it. Before we
officially signed the papers, I flew out to look at
the house and it was perfect. We sold our home,
loaded everything we owned in a U haul truck and
a small trailer. He drove the U haul pulling my car,
and I drove his pickup hauling the small trailer. When
we arrived in the small town that still felt like
home to me. We couldn't get in the new house
right away. We had arrived on Easter and we would
pick up the keys the next morning. We parked the
vehicles at the house and drove the block away to
rent the same hotel room that we had stayed in
all those years before. I still had that feeling of peace,
of belonging. I'm not sure how to describe it. We
found a place in town to eat dinner, a little
coffee house, and decided to check out the area. Someone
told us about a lake nearby, so we drove up
to the The lake is on top of a mountain,
so the snow was gone in the town, but was
waist deep at the entrance to the provincial park at
the far end of the lake. The road had been
plowed because there were year round cabins lining the lake.
I realized that the feeling was coming from this place,
more so than in town. My husband is an avid fisherman,
and we frequent the lake often. Once our neighbors were
camping in the provincial campground, we went up to visit
and I kept getting a feeling from the woods, as
if something were watching us. I kept looking, but I
couldn't see anything. At first, it was creepy, but the
more I looked for it and walked near the woods,
the less creepy it felt. I almost felt as if
something was calling to me. I just thought it was
something in that spot, But the next time we went up,
the feeling seemed to have moved to another part of
the campground. I have gone up there by myself and
with others. The feeling is the strongest near the beach.
My husband and I have walked the trails on occasion
and always have that feeling. It's never frightening to me. Yes,
there are what some people call structures there, but there's
nothing elaborate. This year, I have been busy and didn't
get up to the lake very often. This small town
that we live in is surrounded by wilderness. The town
itself is only about two miles long and a mile wide.
The reason it is so narrow is because these are
the steep inclines leading up to the mountains. On either
side of the town. There's an old rail trail that
goes from coast to coast. It goes right by the town.
The ranger who manages the trail said that there are
bears cougar, code, bobcat, deer, and all sorts of wildlife
in the area. I've also seen moose and elk. All
of the above also into town at one time or another.
All of the above has either walked past our back
fence into our yard or between the house and the garage,
or even been in our front yard right on the highway.
In twenty five years, there's never been an attack on
a human and since we are aware of the rules
of the trail, we follow them. It is simply things
like not going out of town or on the trail
before sunrise or after dinner. Always make noise when you
walk so as not to startle wildlife, never walk alone,
that sort of thing. I tell you this to let
you know how wild our town is. Last year we
found a year in mark by our back door. We
actually have two doors on the back of the house.
We figured that a cat or something marked it because
we have cats and we have stray cats around here.
Also this summer, the other back door was but it
was higher. Just last week there was a mark on
the man door on the garage. It started out about
waste high on the left, but it ended up thigh
high on the right. It was liquid frozen to the
metal door, and I don't know why, but I bent
over and I smelled it as it was melting in
the sun, and it smelled like animal urine. When I
asked out loud why a big animal would mark our door,
I heard in my head that it was the mark
of protection. When I say I heard it in my head,
it was as if it was my thought. I'm not
sure how I can explain it. When the farmer in
your story said they use ESP I think he meant telepathically.
I think that's what it was, because it wasn't the
usual voice of my thoughts, but another distinct voice. She's
talking about a story I did several over a year
ago about a farmer who claims that he had ESP
or some kind of mind connection with a bigfoot. I
told my husband this, and I don't think he believed me.
Last weekend it was back, only slightly higher. My husband
said it was just someone goofing off spraying something on
our door as a prank. I don't know why anyone
would do that, but I just shrugged and I agreed
with him. Almost from the day we moved in, we
have heard noises like something hits the house. This happens
mostly in the evenings or early mornings. It would only
be one loud bang, or sometimes two in a row.
We didn't react or run outside, just figuring the house
might be settling or something. We don't get too excited
about stuff, as you can tell, but this year there
has been little to no banging on the house. The
last thing that made me want to write to you
was what happened this morning. We currently have two cats,
but now have three small dogs. Cats wake me up
at five point thirty every morning to be fed. My
husband usually stays in bed for another hour and the
dogs stay with him. I usually pour myself a cup
of coffee and I sit on the couch, enjoying the
peace and quiet of the morning. I don't turn on
the light so it as not to wake up my husband.
We have two large windows on either side of our
back door. The door itself is glass, but there's a
frosted privacy film on it because the sun can get
quite intense during the summer when it shines through the door.
The windows have blinds that I keep closed during the
winter to help keep the warm air in and the
cold air out. But this morning there was a shadow
in the door. I realized that the back porch light
had been left on and there was something making the shadow.
It covered the whole door, with the exception of the
very top. There at the top of the glass was
the shape of a conical head, so without a measuring tape,
I'm assuming the shadow was about six feet tall. I
never thought to take a picture. I was just trying
to figure out what it would be making the shadow.
When the bottom of the shadow moved, it looked like
an arm was moved away from a very large body
and then was immediately replaced. When the arm moved, it
only revealed a bit of the light, so the body
must have been about three feet wide. I thought of
a soldier standing guard. I stared at the window for
a good five minutes. I looked away for just a moment,
and when I looked back, the creature was gone. There
was no noise, there was nothing blocking light of the porch. Now.
I have gone out this morning after my husband left
for work to check for tracks, since we have a
bit of snow. Now, with the exception of my neighbor's
boots and his dog, there were no prints. I didn't
tell my husband because I didn't want to worry him.
I don't, however, feel like that I'm in any danger.
As a matter of fact, I feel protected by them.
I feel like I have had a connection with this
family for many years, and I've never seen one, only
a shadow at this point, So that's my possible sysquatch story.
I agree with the farmer that they are telepathic. I've
never actually seen one, but I've had some cool experiences.