Speaker 1: Have a Bigfoot story and the rider wants to be anonymous.
I grew up in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Our land
bordered the game lands, which meant we never saw people.
We had no neighbors within eyesight or earshot, and if
one of those far away neighbors were out shooting, you
could barely hear the shot. My parents' log cabin was
at the bottom of the valley, down a long, winding
mountain road, and about ten feet past the barn was
bare hollow, a three and a half mile dirt track
for riding horses, with fifty feet of meadow on both sides.
The sunshine couldn't penetrate the woods, and the temperature dropped
a good fifteen to twenty degrees as soon as you entered.
I grew up in an abusive household. At one point,
things got so bad that when I was a left
years old, I decided to sleep in the barn at
night with our two horses. It may not have been
the fanciest of accommodations, but it was okay with me,
and more importantly, I felt safe there. Two weeks into
this routine, I had an especially bad day. I was
in the barn and crying silently and telling my horses
about what had happened. When from a shadow, it felt
like a draft horse excelled loudly right on to me.
It wasn't scary or alarming, but the enormity of that
single random breath did get my attention. I sat still
and I listened, but I heard nothing else. The next night,
the same thing happened. Late into the night. I felt
a huge breath exale. It sounded like when a horse settles,
or when a dog finally gets to lie down and
takes that last big breath to clear his mind, except
that it didn't come from either of the horses, and
there were no other animals in that barn. This continued
every night for about a month until one night, along
with the big breaths, I heard what it could only
be described as the chicken sounds coming from a large creature.
It sounded like two enormous creatures clucking and cooing and
purring at the same time. It was the most unique sound,
and when I heard it, I felt better, as if
whatever was making the sounds was trying to soothe me.
Being visited by these mysterious animals became the best part
of my day. I would leave sweet grain and oats
and apples and silly little girl things like a dream
catcher for them. In return, I would spend the evening
comforted by their presence. And my mother became upset that
I was sleeping in the barn because she thought I
was disturbing the horses. So I moved inside the house again.
But as soon as it was light out, my dog
automn and I would run to the woods on my
property and didn't bear hollow. We would hear the usual
knocks in the woods and the rough grouse startling from
their hiding spots. One day we were on our walk
and it was business as usual. I had a horse
lead on Autumn, and because of our previous day's walk,
she had darted away, and it took me forever to
haunt her down. When I finally got her, she was
acting odd and I wanted to keep her close, and
I thought she may have found a bear. We were
deep in the woods and I had the lead choked
up so that she wouldn't split us into trees, and
all of a sudden, Autumn yelped in fear, and she
stopped dead right then a deer carcass was flung at us.
I looked at the animal at our feet, looked up
again and stared in awe at the creatures in front
of me. There were two of them, and both of
them were female. One was about my height and the
other was well over eight feet tall. They were wide
and solid, and their arms were longer and much more
muscular than mine. And they had reddish brown hair all
over them, with green highlights on their shoulders and heads
and arms like moss was growing there. But it was
the eyes of the taller one that stopped my heart.
She was looking at me with what I can only
describe as an apology. Now, don't ask me how, but
it was clear to me that she was sorry. She
almost hit me with the deer. Her eyes were so
expressive that I felt it in my soul. She made
a familiar cooing sound at me, and my heart melted immediately.
Although sad, lonely nights in the barn came back to me,
I was looking at the reason. I was still saying.
She had watched over me and protected me for years.
It was like she was conveying feelings of sameness and togetherness,
like I was equal with her well my heart was full,
and I expressed gratitude and love, and the larger one
expressed the feeling of being a part of a pack
and that I was her honorary pup. I'm not in
embarrassed to say that my eyes teared up. She made
a final huff and then turned around and glided gracefully
away with the smaller one. My heart ached when I
couldn't see them anymore. I left home a few months later,
and I never went back. I'm thirty nine years old now,
and I have not spoken to my parents in twenty years.
I guess because of COVID. My mother felt the need
to finally call me somehow, though I never told her
about my encounters with the Sasquatch, and she knew about it.
She told me they had been stalking her, and that
while there seemed to be a lot of them around
the house, one in particular went out of its way
to scare her. For all the terrible things I went
through under that roof, all I could think of was good.
I know it was my friend of the forest from
long ago, and that she has not forgotten or forgiven
the things that my mother did to me. I can't
speak for all of these beings, but the sisquatch family
encounters with has an eye for an eye thinking I
was kind and loyal and so were they. However, if
you are unkind or cruel, they can show that kind
as well. Their personalities are as varied as our own.
They have lives that matter to them as much as
ours matter to us, and somehow I feel like they
were waiting for us to catch up and figure it out.
Thank you for giving me an outlet to share my story.
My two sons and I avidly watch and listen to
your program, and if you choose to share this, I'm
grateful as they will be tickled to death. We are
huge supporters and we appreciate each and every encounter you share,
and we are proud to be your people. God bless you,
Oh my gosh. If you like these stories, you have
found your people. And this was a wonderful story. You know,
we all like the violent, shoot them up, sasquatch almost
kill me kind of story. Worries man, I like these
just as much. It's a redeeming It gives these creatures
some kind of redeeming quality, and a lot of people
who hear this will go yeah, oh yeah, yeah, I
knew that all along, knew that all along. But you know,
I can understand people running up on them in the
woods and being terrified and wanting to shoot, or just
for fear that you know, you've got this massive beast
standing in front of you, and the first thing you
think is this thing's gonna kill me. But through the years,
as I've done this podcast, I find more and more
that these creatures are, for the most part, a little
more compassionate with children. And I've gotten a couple of
stories where kids have grown up in hard households and
the Sosquatches seem to pack their side and do little
things to comfort them. And it's very cool. They're very
cool stories, and these events are uncanny in the scope
of these stories. It's not often I get these, but
when I do, I like to read them. So thank
you to the writer, and I hope the kids enjoyed
hearing it. I see, i've got your email address. I
don't normally email people when yeah, I've got her email address.
I don't normally email people when I put there, I
just don't have time. I don't have time to send
out emails, you know, several times a week. But I'll
send this person an email let her know it's going
to be up tonight on the podcast. So thank you
all for listening and we'll see you guys on the
next one. Thanks