Speaker 1: Many years ago, we moved into what was technically called
Speaker 1: the last house on the left, at the end of
Speaker 1: a long road. Although this has nothing to do with
Speaker 1: the story. When we moved in, previous tenants warned us
Speaker 1: that odd things would happen there. Well we didn't believe
Speaker 1: him at first, but our disbelief was short lived. It
Speaker 1: began with my four year old daughter screaming at something
Speaker 1: she had seen in the living room. She said it
Speaker 1: was a black cloud that had crossed the room and
Speaker 1: disappeared into a corner. At the time, we dismissed it,
Speaker 1: but a few days later, when my wife's sister came
Speaker 1: for a visit, she watched in horror as that same
Speaker 1: black cloud reappeared from the same corner and enveloped her
Speaker 1: two little girls. Later that same day, my wife saw
Speaker 1: that same cloud come from the corner and wrap itself
Speaker 1: around her. She described it as suffocating. It was hot
Speaker 1: and smelling of sulfur and burning meat. The clouds seemed
Speaker 1: to manifest itself around only women and girls. Fortunately for
Speaker 1: my sons, that did not mean that males were spared
Speaker 1: from the haunting. The house was built into the side
Speaker 1: of a hill, with the front door on the west
Speaker 1: and it opened onto the second floor, where the living
Speaker 1: room and dining room, and kitchen and bathroom were The
Speaker 1: door on the east side of the house opened onto
Speaker 1: the first floor, where the bedrooms and laundry room were located.
Speaker 1: The front door always squeaked loudly, and no amount of
Speaker 1: w D forty graphite or silicone jail would make it quiet.
Speaker 1: One night, the boys aged eight and six, heard the
Speaker 1: front door open, so they went to investigate, and in
Speaker 1: the open front door they saw an odd green mist
Speaker 1: and when they approached the door to see from where
Speaker 1: the glow was originating, it vanished. My younger son was
Speaker 1: the one who discovered the specter's aversion to pleasant smells.
Speaker 1: My wife would set out store bought air fresheners, but
Speaker 1: this was useless. Once the room was vacated, the fresheners
Speaker 1: would be closed. My younger son pointed this out, as
Speaker 1: well as the fact that the scented candles we used
Speaker 1: would extinguish themselves when the room was empty. My older
Speaker 1: boy was beset with his own terror. Frequently he would
Speaker 1: awaken in his bottom bunk to find a horrific contorted
Speaker 1: face shrieking at him. It was an aged and wrinkled
Speaker 1: face of uncertain gender. He would also learn to put
Speaker 1: away his toys. One night, he was roused from asleep
Speaker 1: by the sound of his toys moving around on the floor.
Speaker 1: He opened his eyes to see a small black being
Speaker 1: moving his trucks, warships, and cars against the door, as
Speaker 1: if to barricaded from entry. As soon as they realized
Speaker 1: he was watching them, they turned and began climbing the covers,
Speaker 1: trying to get at him. He screamed, and I came
Speaker 1: running to find him clinging to the bottom boards of
Speaker 1: his brother's approl bunk. Until now I had seen nothing,
Speaker 1: so I was still somewhat skeptical of all these stories.
Speaker 1: But that was about to change. We were asleep downstairs
Speaker 1: and I was dreaming. In my dream, I walked into
Speaker 1: our bedroom, but there was no bedroom furniture there. It
Speaker 1: was furnished as the living room, and on the sofa
Speaker 1: sat the most beautiful, redheaded woman I had ever seen.
Speaker 1: My wife, beautiful in her own right, was a brunette.
Speaker 1: But in this dream I knew the redhead was my wife.
Speaker 1: She was crying. She turned and looked at me through
Speaker 1: black and tear filled, frightened eyes. And I should have
Speaker 1: felt pity for this woman, but I felt only rage.
Speaker 1: She cowered into an arm of the sofa, and I
Speaker 1: started toward her to continue the beating. I knew she deserved.
Speaker 1: I heard a voice and realize that the dream had
Speaker 1: been silent up to that point. Somehow I knew this
Speaker 1: was because my wife was deaf. The voice had come
Speaker 1: from my six year old. I turned and saw my
Speaker 1: real life son standing in the doorway, wearing clothes I
Speaker 1: had never seen before. He was wearing black pants and
Speaker 1: a long sleeved red pullover. He was soaking wet from
Speaker 1: head to toe, and his skin was ashen and lifeless.
Speaker 1: And again I felt no love for my family, only
Speaker 1: a burning rage. The boy looked up at me and
Speaker 1: said Dad. He too had a look of abject fear
Speaker 1: in his eyes, but he continued. Dad helped me. I
Speaker 1: turned to him, and with an uncontrolled fury, I raised
Speaker 1: my fist and struck the child square in the face.
Speaker 1: I sat up in bed, suddenly awakened. My wife was
Speaker 1: awake beside me, screaming, what the heck, Oh, what's that?
Speaker 1: I realized that there was a fight going on in
Speaker 1: the living room above my head. Two men were yelling
Speaker 1: at each other, throwing around furniture and breaking glass. I
Speaker 1: jumped from my bed and ran upstairs, and as my
Speaker 1: foot fell on the carpeted hallway of the second story,
Speaker 1: it went silent. No one was there. The windows were intact,
Speaker 1: the furniture was upright, nothing was out of place. But
Speaker 1: the door stood open, shrouded in an iridescent green glow.
Speaker 1: I walked over and looked out onto the darkened street.
Speaker 1: There was nothing. Everything was quiet. Fallen autumn leaves swirled
Speaker 1: in the cool night's breeze. And I returned to my
Speaker 1: wife and climbed into bed and waited with her in
Speaker 1: silence for the dawn. And dawn did come, and as
Speaker 1: it happened, it was October the thirty first. I stood
Speaker 1: on my front porch, drinking my coffee and trying to
Speaker 1: rash my dream. And then I heard it. A chill
Speaker 1: locked my spine as I heard my six year old
Speaker 1: son say, Dad, afraid. I turned and looked down the
Speaker 1: hill to where my son was crouched down doing something.
Speaker 1: Dad help me, he said. I approached to see that
Speaker 1: he was using a stick to try to dig something
Speaker 1: out of the ground. It was a strip of black corduroy.
Speaker 1: I've been down to help him, but pulled him away
Speaker 1: when I saw a flash of yellow bone and I
Speaker 1: grabbed him and ran into the house. The police came
Speaker 1: and dug up the remains of a little boy. He
Speaker 1: was six when he died, and he was wearing black
Speaker 1: corduroy pants and a long sleeved red pullover shirt. My
Speaker 1: brother is now a detective with the local police department,
Speaker 1: and although they have a lengthy file on the boy's father,
Speaker 1: they remain unable to locate him or his beautiful, deaf,
Speaker 1: redheaded wife. In November and December of twenty eighteen, my
Speaker 1: husband and I were moving into our new home in
Speaker 1: a small town in Ohio. Our new neighborhood was comprised
Speaker 1: of mostly small homes with a lot of wooded lots
Speaker 1: mixed in beyond. Our neighborhood was all countryside and woods.
Speaker 1: There's a steel mill not far from us, and there
Speaker 1: were power lines and a railroad track fairly close. We
Speaker 1: were excited to move into our new, smaller house in
Speaker 1: a different city. We were retired and looking forward to
Speaker 1: the fun times ahead. My husband would stay at the
Speaker 1: old house packing things up, sometimes overnight while I was
Speaker 1: at the new one unpacking. Our house sits on a
Speaker 1: corner lot with a motion activated security light over the garage.
Speaker 1: With our neighbor's garage running alongside our driveway, we have
Speaker 1: the feeling of extra privacy. We were happy to get that.
Speaker 1: We have neighbors all around us, but everyone minds their business.
Speaker 1: We watch out for each other, but not to the
Speaker 1: point of being annoying. Right away, I began to hear
Speaker 1: taps on the windows in the side of the house,
Speaker 1: and sometimes I'd smell something awful. But I attributed all
Speaker 1: of this to nerves from being in the new house
Speaker 1: alone at night. Sometimes the security light would flash on
Speaker 1: and off as well, But again I told myself I
Speaker 1: just needed to get used to living in the new place.
Speaker 1: One night, my husband had brought home another load from
Speaker 1: the old house. He'd loaded some of it up, but
Speaker 1: we were exhausted, so we decided to go to bed
Speaker 1: and finish up the next morning. We drifted off to
Speaker 1: sleep pretty quick. Suddenly we were woken up by what
Speaker 1: felt like a car being driven into the side of
Speaker 1: the house. The whole place seemed to shake. It was
Speaker 1: so loud, and we could smell a terrible odor. We
Speaker 1: shot up in bed, wondering what the world had just happened.
Speaker 1: My husband ran outside to look around, but we didn't
Speaker 1: see anything. There wasn't even any damage to the house.
Speaker 1: The odor grew fainter after a few minutes, but nothing
Speaker 1: else happened. He decided to stay an extra day after
Speaker 1: that to make sure everything was okay. Except for the odor.
Speaker 1: Nothing else happened. Our tiny dog would not go outside
Speaker 1: at night. Instead, he would bark and stare, and then
Speaker 1: there was that smell. Every night, that awful odor would
Speaker 1: come back. I still shake thinking about it. I was
Speaker 1: glad when my husband finally brought the last load and
Speaker 1: was home for good. For a while, the only thing
Speaker 1: that was strange was the odor, and I refused to
Speaker 1: go in the kitchen at night because the odor seemed
Speaker 1: to follow wherever I went. It was like nothing I
Speaker 1: had ever smelled before. It was indescribable. There was one
Speaker 1: night when I thought I heard a tornado siren going off,
Speaker 1: but there were no weather reports or any storms at
Speaker 1: all that night. Things began to quiet down after that,
Speaker 1: except for the occasional slap on the side of the
Speaker 1: house or the roof. If I was in the shower.
Speaker 1: Then came the night of the first ground covering snow.
Speaker 1: Our curtains were open as my husband and I sat
Speaker 1: on the couch watching a DVD. I noticed the security
Speaker 1: light was flipping on and off. My husband was sure
Speaker 1: it was being caused by the snow. I joked with
Speaker 1: him that maybe someone was playing peekaboo around the neighbor's garage.
Speaker 1: And then I saw a big shadow darting back and forth,
Speaker 1: but I put it off to my imagination. After a while,
Speaker 1: it stopped and we went back to watching our movie.
Speaker 1: A little after eleven, I nearly jumped out of my
Speaker 1: skin when I heard a loud knock on our side
Speaker 1: of the door that faced the neighbor's garage. It caught
Speaker 1: me off guard. It was two policemen asking if I
Speaker 1: had seen anything. A neighbor had reported that something big,
Speaker 1: not someone, something was watching our house from beside the garage.
Speaker 1: My husband was unloading some things. I told them, well, no, ma'am,
Speaker 1: it wasn't him. They said, well, he's the only one
Speaker 1: who's been out there. I explained, no, it wasn't him.
Speaker 1: The officers repeated, but you've never even met him, I pointed, out.
Speaker 1: They laughed and said that he would not match the description. Well,
Speaker 1: what is the description, I asked. They laughed and said
Speaker 1: they'd followed tracks around the neighbor's garage that went through
Speaker 1: our backyard and we needed to look. And then they
Speaker 1: asked if I was sure I had not seen anything. Well,
Speaker 1: I told him about the security light going on and off,
Speaker 1: but I left off the rest. Again, they said we
Speaker 1: needed to look at the tracks in our back lot,
Speaker 1: and then they said that we should be sure that
Speaker 1: our trash is secure because of bears, and then they left.
Speaker 1: I asked my husband to go out into the backyard
Speaker 1: and look at those tracks, and when he came in,
Speaker 1: he was white as a sheet and he said he'd
Speaker 1: never seen anything like it. He said it was like
Speaker 1: barefoot footprints in the snow, except they were really large.
Speaker 1: It wasn't until we heard your show and we looked
Speaker 1: up Prince that he said that that's what they looked like.
Speaker 1: They were eighteen inches long and they were barefooted. Everything
Speaker 1: fit the tracks, the horrible odor, everything. Did we see anything, Well,
Speaker 1: I did see a shadow, but it was a very
Speaker 1: large shadow. And I wonder still if my eyes were
Speaker 1: playing tricks on me. It was snowing hard that night,
Speaker 1: But what about the slaps on the side of the
Speaker 1: house and the roof. What about the car that hit
Speaker 1: the house but left no damage, And how about those
Speaker 1: tracks and that? And why did my dog act so strange?
Speaker 1: We still don't know which neighbor called the cops that night,
Speaker 1: only two houses or positioned so that they could have
Speaker 1: seen anything. We only had a few slaps this year,
Speaker 1: but still a shake. Just writing this, I just wanted
Speaker 1: to tell someone who wouldn't think I'm crazy. And by
Speaker 1: the way, we google bear sidings in our area and
Speaker 1: there are no bears here. Back in the early nineties,
Speaker 1: when I was a twenty something young buck, two buddies
Speaker 1: and I ran a huge plant nursery and after work
Speaker 1: we did some landscaping with the plants that we sold
Speaker 1: all day. I had a brand new truck and apartment
Speaker 1: and life was good. The nursery was owned by an
Speaker 1: old man named k C. K C's brother was a
Speaker 1: distinguished attorney and had been elected mayor. K C, on
Speaker 1: the other hand, was a foul mouthed school bus driver
Speaker 1: who happened to own his own nursery. These two brothers
Speaker 1: were polar opposites. That's small town Georgia for you. Kse
Speaker 1: raked in the cash and we ran the place from
Speaker 1: top to bottom. The nursery was located behind his house
Speaker 1: on a steep grade heading down to the woods. We
Speaker 1: grew and sold every plant that would grow in Georgia.
Speaker 1: We actually built the whole growing area for him. We
Speaker 1: cut steps in the side of that hill, and we
Speaker 1: built growing beds with old railroad ties. And for all
Speaker 1: our hard work, Kse paid us well and he gave
Speaker 1: us full run of the place. It was a big
Speaker 1: plot of land, and not all of it was used
Speaker 1: for the nursery. We were also allowed to hunt on
Speaker 1: his property. A half mile into the woods. I built
Speaker 1: a camo treehouse to hunt from. It was located on
Speaker 1: a great spot where two trails converged, and I had
Speaker 1: a large killing field when the deer showed up. It
Speaker 1: was four feet by eight feet with a roof on it.
Speaker 1: It was a comfortable place to spend a day honting.
Speaker 1: I was in the stand before daylight on a cold
Speaker 1: Sunday morning. A twelve point buck had come through a
Speaker 1: time or two, but I never had a good shot
Speaker 1: at him. Shortly after daylight I heard movement in the
Speaker 1: distance of an animal of some weight. It was my buck,
Speaker 1: or that is what I thought it was, coming towards me,
Speaker 1: so I settled in to stay completely still. It was strange, though,
Speaker 1: because the woods had gone completely silent, other than this
Speaker 1: animal coming towards me with each step. That should have
Speaker 1: been a clue to me, but I was young and dumb.
Speaker 1: I knew a bigfoot, but to me it was something
Speaker 1: in the Pacific Northwest, if it existed at all. Two
Speaker 1: hundred yards away, I began to see the trees parting.
Speaker 1: They were getting knocked down pretty good, and the racket.
Speaker 1: I thought this had to be one of three things.
Speaker 1: It was either a man, a big hog, or a bear.
Speaker 1: We have bears here, but no one ever sees them. However,
Speaker 1: one bear made front page news in the local paper
Speaker 1: after it was found digging in a dumpster behind a
Speaker 1: Captain D's. But that was a while back. I kept
Speaker 1: waiting and wondering what in the world could make so
Speaker 1: much racket and push trees around like that. My treehouse
Speaker 1: stand was well camouflaged. It was enclosed, and it was
Speaker 1: spray painted camo. Camo net was all over it, and
Speaker 1: plenty of limbs and piled up brush stuck to it.
Speaker 1: It had shooting slides on all four sides. By this time,
Speaker 1: I figured that whatever was heading my way was not
Speaker 1: a deer. If it was a man, he was about
Speaker 1: to catch an earfull from me. On three sides. It
Speaker 1: was a pretty steep hill that opens up into a
Speaker 1: pretty good sized bear area. It was a perfect kill
Speaker 1: zone with two game trails that ran right through it.
Speaker 1: The thing or the guy I kept coming, and by
Speaker 1: this time the sun was out good and I could
Speaker 1: see better. It was finally at the bottom of the
Speaker 1: hill where I sat, and from my vantage point I
Speaker 1: could see the top of its head. I thought he
Speaker 1: was wearing a brown sock cap. His dark face was
Speaker 1: now visible, and I figured it was one of the
Speaker 1: neighbors who lived close by. I looked closer, and with
Speaker 1: the light now different on his face, I realized it
Speaker 1: was not one of our black neighbors. He wasn't black
Speaker 1: at all. It was the tan color of an old
Speaker 1: baseball glove. None of this made sense, and I began
Speaker 1: to get worried. I should have raised my rifle to
Speaker 1: look through the scope, but I never thought about that.
Speaker 1: I would have been able to see what this thing
Speaker 1: was a few minutes earlier, but now I could see
Speaker 1: it clearly, and it was close. It was covered with long,
Speaker 1: shaggy hair, except on its knees and its face. There
Speaker 1: were areas on its hide where the hair was missing.
Speaker 1: It made me think it had a disease like a
Speaker 1: dog gets mange. It was maybe seven feet tall and
Speaker 1: three feet wide at the shoulders. This was a monster.
Speaker 1: I have never seen anything move with so little effort
Speaker 1: through the woods and brush. It was like he was gliding,
Speaker 1: and he was making good time. Now he was only
Speaker 1: twenty yards in front of me, and I could see
Speaker 1: everything now, and I was terrified. He was almost beneath me.
Speaker 1: I thought he would hear my heart pounding. But in
Speaker 1: the middle of all this, somehow my fear turned to
Speaker 1: amazement and curiosity, and I thought that I might be
Speaker 1: experiencing the best sighting anyone has ever had of a
Speaker 1: big foot. And I was getting away with it. I
Speaker 1: was recording all of the things about his appearance in
Speaker 1: my mind, and I would soon take notes when I
Speaker 1: got back to my truck. But then things changed. He
Speaker 1: stopped right under me. He tilted his head back, and
Speaker 1: he began sniffing the air. He moved around a bit
Speaker 1: below me, and I heard something hit the bottom of
Speaker 1: the tree stand. I think he knocked his head on it,
Speaker 1: and it annoyed him. I actually almost laughed, but I
Speaker 1: knew better. I was still well hidden and ten feet
Speaker 1: above him. He started getting froggy on me, and he
Speaker 1: came out from under the stand. He went down on
Speaker 1: all fours and he scanned the area slowly and methodically.
Speaker 1: It was like he was taking in every branch and shrub.
Speaker 1: He was swaying back and forth, kicking dirt and leaves,
Speaker 1: and seemingly getting more angry by the minute. I was
Speaker 1: praying that he wasn't looking for me, and I was
Speaker 1: praying that it wasn't me that was making him angry.
Speaker 1: I backed away from the shooting hole, and I could
Speaker 1: only hear him now. The tree stand has a rope
Speaker 1: ladder that I had already pulled up long ago. He
Speaker 1: wasn't going to climb up, but I still didn't feel secure.
Speaker 1: The roar of this thing let out was something I
Speaker 1: can't begin to describe. It shook the entire hill. Trees
Speaker 1: seemed to sway and vibrate. It sounded like his lungs
Speaker 1: were the size of a Volkswagen, and it paralyzed me.
Speaker 1: I felt like both ear drums were gonna blow out.
Speaker 1: And I'm embarrassed to say it, but I peed in
Speaker 1: my pants. Make fun of me if you want, but
Speaker 1: I dare you to hear this from fifteen feet away.
Speaker 1: You might do the same thing. And I could hear
Speaker 1: him moving around below. One minute, he was in front,
Speaker 1: and then he was behind me. I think he was
Speaker 1: looking for me. I know he was. I raised up
Speaker 1: to the shooting slot and I could see him circling
Speaker 1: the stand. Half the time he was on two legs,
Speaker 1: and then he would drop down to all fours. It
Speaker 1: was just so strange. Finally, his head snapped around and
Speaker 1: he looked right at me. He had found what he
Speaker 1: was looking for. He was at the base of the tree.
Speaker 1: Now what I thought was a unique vantage point to
Speaker 1: observe an unknown creature was now a life or death situation.
Speaker 1: I eased back away from the slat and I flipped
Speaker 1: the safety off my thirty six, and then the thing
Speaker 1: started to climb. I quickly moved back to the slat
Speaker 1: and I looked out and I saw its hand gripping
Speaker 1: one of the trees my stand was framed to It
Speaker 1: was only a foot or so below me, and I
Speaker 1: was panicking. I'll be honest, but in the middle of
Speaker 1: the terror, I remembered the forty five ACP I carried
Speaker 1: on my hip. I pulled it from the hoster and
Speaker 1: was about to start shooting through the floor to stop
Speaker 1: this thing. I really had no choice. It was going
Speaker 1: to jerk me out of that stand and it was
Speaker 1: going to kill me. Both hands on the forty five.
Speaker 1: I started to pull the trigger and I hesitated because
Speaker 1: I felt like it had stopped climbing. I could still
Speaker 1: hear the noises on the other side of that plywood,
Speaker 1: but the thing had stopped. I released the pressure on
Speaker 1: the trigger and I waited. Clicking noises came from the
Speaker 1: woods out in front of me. The noises were loud.
Speaker 1: Nothing in the woods sounds like that. Then a loud whistle,
Speaker 1: and then more clicking. There was another one close by,
Speaker 1: and my fear doubled. There was no way out of this,
Speaker 1: but the creature hanging under me let go and he
Speaker 1: dropped to the ground. I heard it. I raised my
Speaker 1: head to look out, and I could see it running
Speaker 1: towards the clicking sounds, and then it was gone. I
Speaker 1: never saw the other one, and after that I never
Speaker 1: saw my guy again, and then the woods went quiet.
Speaker 1: I often wonder what happened that day. Did the second
Speaker 1: one have pity on me? Was its mate or parents
Speaker 1: scolding the big male that had me located? I eventually
Speaker 1: stopped guessing, and I went on with my life, and
Speaker 1: I was thankful that it worked in my favor. I
Speaker 1: didn't tell a soul for ten years, and finally confiding
Speaker 1: in my wife and my best friend when the Bigfoot
Speaker 1: shows became popular on TV. I don't know if they
Speaker 1: believe me. Still, these bigfoot are real, and some of
Speaker 1: these bigfoot hunters are in for a big surprise if
Speaker 1: they ever find one. They aren't cuddly koala bears. These
Speaker 1: things are intelligent. They're fast enough to catch you, and
Speaker 1: they're strong enough to kill you in a split second.
Speaker 1: We're dealing with some form of human, whether it's a relic,
Speaker 1: a hybrid, or something never discovered. It's a part of
Speaker 1: the human family tree. I think one day DNA will
Speaker 1: prove this. These creatures are not apes. I believe hundreds
Speaker 1: of years ago there were probably more of them here
Speaker 1: is a description of the bigfoot that I saw. It
Speaker 1: was at least ten feet tall. It hit its head
Speaker 1: on the bottom of my shooting platform. From the ground
Speaker 1: to the floor is nine foot eight inches. The skin
Speaker 1: on its face was a tan color and it was leathery.
Speaker 1: Its hair was mainly deep red and brown, with patches
Speaker 1: of hair missing. There were, however, dark patches here and there,
Speaker 1: and it gave it an almost brindle color. The hair
Speaker 1: on its head seemed long and appeared similar to dreadlocks.
Speaker 1: The hands looked human, and they were tipped with black nails,
Speaker 1: but three times the size of my hands. Its eyes
Speaker 1: were a hazel color with a tint of green. The
Speaker 1: nose seemed flatter to its face than a human nose,
Speaker 1: but it also had a roman shape that ended with
Speaker 1: a pronounced tip. It was handsome in a strange way.
Speaker 1: The lower jaw protruded a bit, and above its eyes
Speaker 1: was a heavy protruding brow. There was virtually no neck,
Speaker 1: and the ears looked human except for the color. And last,
Speaker 1: there was a feature over all about this creature that
Speaker 1: looked as if his face vaguely resembled a human with
Speaker 1: down syndrome. I cannot explain it but I came away
Speaker 1: with that sense. Thank you for reading my encounter. It
Speaker 1: is all one hundred percent true, Signed Christopher