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