Speaker 1: Cause I'm seventy eight years old and i have trouble
Speaker 1: typing and even speaking. But i have a few stories
Speaker 1: that I wanted to share with you in your audience.
Speaker 1: I'm not a good writer, and I'm hoping that you
Speaker 1: can share these encounters. My husband's name is Roger and
Speaker 1: my name is Diane. Miss Diane, I was able to
Speaker 1: edit your message here and create a story out of this.
Speaker 1: It's all exactly as you wrote it. I think these
Speaker 1: events are awesome, she writes, These are the stories my
Speaker 1: husband has told me. My husband lived in Lesalle, Utah,
Speaker 1: with his grandfather, on a large ranch. They raise pigs there,
Speaker 1: among other livestock. Often they would kill a few pigs
Speaker 1: for their own meat and hang them in a smokehouse
Speaker 1: on the ranch. My husband told me that when he
Speaker 1: was a little boy, he remembers times when his grandfather
Speaker 1: would get angry because the roof of the smokehouse would
Speaker 1: be torn off and all the meat would be gone.
Speaker 1: Only the roof would be damaged, all the walls and
Speaker 1: doors would remain intact. His grandfather would repair the roof
Speaker 1: and begin smoking more meat, only to have it destroyed
Speaker 1: again not long after. And of course all the meat
Speaker 1: would be gone. No other animal, not even grizzlies, will
Speaker 1: rip a roof off of a ten to twelve foot
Speaker 1: tall smokehouse when they can just as easily tear through
Speaker 1: the wall or the door. Going through the roof would
Speaker 1: have been too much work for a bear. No other
Speaker 1: wildlife does this. It had to have been bigfoot. I
Speaker 1: think they tore the roof off and reached down into
Speaker 1: the house, took the meat and were gone. Another story
Speaker 1: my husband told me. Still on my grandfather's place in LaSalle,
Speaker 1: we had a terrifying encounter in nineteen forty two. I
Speaker 1: was five years old. On the ranch. We had no
Speaker 1: electricity or running water, so to get water we walked
Speaker 1: down to the creek and had to haul the water
Speaker 1: back to the house. I walked with my older sisters
Speaker 1: down to the bank one morning and we were filling
Speaker 1: buckets and setting them on the bank when we heard
Speaker 1: something coming down the wash. We got very still to
Speaker 1: make sure that we were not hearing things, and I
Speaker 1: remember my oldest sister cupping her hand over my mouth
Speaker 1: so that I would not make any noise. I saw
Speaker 1: her nod to our other sister and then motioned for
Speaker 1: her to quickly get out of the creek. I was
Speaker 1: so young that I didn't know what was going on,
Speaker 1: but I knew the situation was urgent. I could feel
Speaker 1: their fear. My oldest sister let go of me and
Speaker 1: reached down the bank to pull her sister out of
Speaker 1: the creek, and I remember they both scurried up in
Speaker 1: front of me. I was trying my best to keep up,
Speaker 1: but the bank was too steep and I began to
Speaker 1: slide back down. I felt a hand grip around my
Speaker 1: arm and my sister pulled me violently to the top.
Speaker 1: We crawled a few feet to hide behind some brush,
Speaker 1: and we got real quiet. I was in front of
Speaker 1: my sister and her hand was again across my mouth
Speaker 1: to keep me from making any noise. The loud footsteps
Speaker 1: got closer and closer, and I was terrified. To me
Speaker 1: a monster was coming, and I remember praying that it
Speaker 1: didn't see us. We were a few feet away from
Speaker 1: the edge of the bank, so that the water was
Speaker 1: not in our line of sight. We could only hear
Speaker 1: the creature as it approached. It was in front of us,
Speaker 1: now splashing through the water and rocks, but I had
Speaker 1: to see it, so I wrenched myself loose from my sister,
Speaker 1: and I crawled just a couple of feet closer to
Speaker 1: the ledge to see better. And what I saw scared
Speaker 1: me to death. The images burned into my mind all
Speaker 1: these years later. The beast walked past and never noticed us.
Speaker 1: But it was enormous. It really was a monster. Under
Speaker 1: one arm was another animal that it had killed. It
Speaker 1: was dragging another with its other arm. I don't know
Speaker 1: what they were, possibly deer or elk, and the lifeless
Speaker 1: heads hung and dangled under the dead weight. I think
Speaker 1: if I had been older, I would have recognized the carcasses,
Speaker 1: but I was so fixated on the creature that I
Speaker 1: paid no notice to those details. I wasn't being observant
Speaker 1: of the creature's details either. I think I was so
Speaker 1: shocked that I just kept quiet and watched it walk by.
Speaker 1: Once it was past us in a good ways down
Speaker 1: the creek, I saw it climb the opposite bank, and
Speaker 1: then it was gone. I wish I could relate the
Speaker 1: details about the creature, but at that age I didn't
Speaker 1: know how to do that. All I know is that
Speaker 1: to me, it was a mountain of a creature, and
Speaker 1: it was covered in dark, shaggy hair. My sisters made
Speaker 1: us sit there for a few minutes to make sure
Speaker 1: that it was gone, and then we ran back to
Speaker 1: the house without the buckets. I remember them telling my
Speaker 1: mother the whole story. All my mother said was for
Speaker 1: us to be more careful next time and to go
Speaker 1: back down there and get those buckets. She needed the water.
Speaker 1: She wasn't being mean about it, she just didn't believe
Speaker 1: the story. The next event happened while I was with
Speaker 1: my husband. This is not a bigfoot encounter, but it
Speaker 1: is just as scary. It was either nineteen sixty seven
Speaker 1: or sixty eight, and my husband and I had been
Speaker 1: to Big Creek on that summer day and we had
Speaker 1: fished all day from the bank. It was always a
Speaker 1: great time for us, and I loved going with him.
Speaker 1: When it was too dark to see, we packed his
Speaker 1: gear up and loaded the car. I loved the drive
Speaker 1: home with the windows down in the cool night air
Speaker 1: blowing through the car. We talked and we talked. The
Speaker 1: drive home was almost seventy miles and the halfway point
Speaker 1: was the summit of Monte Cristo Mountain. If the sky
Speaker 1: was clear, we would pull over at a clearing at
Speaker 1: the summit, and he and I would sit on the
Speaker 1: hood of the car and watch stars for a while.
Speaker 1: There was not as much light pollution in those days,
Speaker 1: and a billion stars blanketed the black sky. It was
Speaker 1: a sight to see. My husband drew my attention to
Speaker 1: and pointed to an area of the sky. It was
Speaker 1: a dark spot. Something appeared to be blocking our view
Speaker 1: of the stars. In this one location. It was perfectly round.
Speaker 1: Stars were everywhere, and one round dark spot was no stars.
Speaker 1: It was very strange. A few minutes later, we saw
Speaker 1: lights begin to come from the blacked out area of
Speaker 1: the sky. They were like small pen lights, growing and
Speaker 1: moving in random motions, coming towards us. It was hard
Speaker 1: to see, and it took us a minute to realize
Speaker 1: that the lights were headed our way. At the last minute,
Speaker 1: we both jumped from the hood and quickly got in
Speaker 1: the car. It was time to go, but the lights
Speaker 1: were on us, flying around the car and underneath the car.
Speaker 1: They were everywhere. My husband turned the ignition and the
Speaker 1: car battery barely turned the engine over. He tried again,
Speaker 1: and the battery still chugged at the engine, but finally
Speaker 1: it started. He backed us up to the highway, and
Speaker 1: off we went down Monte Christo with those lights following us.
Speaker 1: Some were still with us, and I could see several
Speaker 1: right outside my window. Some flew through the open glass
Speaker 1: in his side, and they exited my side. I don't
Speaker 1: know how far we had driven, but it wasn't too
Speaker 1: far before the lights slowly began to fade behind us
Speaker 1: until there were none. I was so relieved to be
Speaker 1: away from those things, and I took a big breath,
Speaker 1: thinking we were safe. I don't know why I felt
Speaker 1: there was danger. The lights never harmed us, but it
Speaker 1: was so strange that it scared both of us anyway.
Speaker 1: Just about the time that we had settled in for
Speaker 1: the next thirty miles home, the headlights on the car
Speaker 1: began to blink on and off and dim. My husband
Speaker 1: looked at the battery meter in the dash and said
Speaker 1: the battery was discharging too fast and it was not
Speaker 1: getting a charge from the alternator. It was dark, and
Speaker 1: we had miles to go, and this car was about
Speaker 1: to quit on us. My husband was smart and he
Speaker 1: turned everything off that would use battery, including the headlights.
Speaker 1: He was able to only run the parking light so
Speaker 1: that we would be visible to other cars, but I
Speaker 1: didn't think we would see another car this late and
Speaker 1: on this stretch of road. As we came out of
Speaker 1: South Fork and headed towards Eden, he had to turn
Speaker 1: the lights back on to sea, but they were very dim.
Speaker 1: Finally we were on the last stretch of the road
Speaker 1: that would take us home. It was an incline down
Speaker 1: the mountain out of Eden that would take us to
Speaker 1: the house. The engine finally gave up and we coasted
Speaker 1: all the way to our drive, almost making it to
Speaker 1: the house, and we walked the last half mile to
Speaker 1: the house and what we thought was safety. The next
Speaker 1: day he replaced the battery and the car started, but
Speaker 1: there were still problems. Over the next month, we had
Speaker 1: that car in the shop four or five times, and
Speaker 1: all the issues were electrical circuits were damaged, and the
Speaker 1: car never stopped blowing fuses to every electrical system in
Speaker 1: the vehicle. It began to get so expensive that we
Speaker 1: finally sold the car. I think the dark area we
Speaker 1: saw in the night sky was an alien spacecraft and
Speaker 1: it sent those lights to our location, causing us all
Speaker 1: this trouble. I will never forget how those small lights
Speaker 1: circled in and out of our car. It was so strange.
Speaker 1: I have several other events I could share with you
Speaker 1: that involve my family. All my children have been witnesses
Speaker 1: to most of it, and they have all seen Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: By the way, best regards and thanks for your channel,
Speaker 1: Signed Diane. In October of twenty thirteen, I was working
Speaker 1: third shift Southern Indiana. I live out in the country,
Speaker 1: with my closest neighbors being around five miles down the road.
Speaker 1: In either direction. Between us is nothing but dense woodlands,
Speaker 1: and behind us is more of the same. It was
Speaker 1: in the hundreds of wooded acres behind the house where
Speaker 1: I saw it. I was walking out to my car
Speaker 1: one night on my way to work at around ten pm.
Speaker 1: I remember it being a cloudy night with no moon
Speaker 1: or stars in sight, making it pitchy dark out. We
Speaker 1: didn't have a security light because I love the night
Speaker 1: sky and those things create too much light pollution. Instead,
Speaker 1: I use a flashlight that illuminates roughly six to eight
Speaker 1: feet in front of me. I was about halfway to
Speaker 1: my car when I noticed two bright red lights high
Speaker 1: up in a tree on the edge of the woods
Speaker 1: that bordered my backyard. I was thinking, oh, those are
Speaker 1: cool lights, but then I saw them blink. Those lights
Speaker 1: were eyes, naturally. My next thought was, what in the
Speaker 1: world is that? And as I stood there contemplating the possibilities,
Speaker 1: I realized how silent everything was. I couldn't hear anything.
Speaker 1: Then I remembered a big brown owl I had seen
Speaker 1: over the summer. I had watched it fly through the
Speaker 1: woods and snatch a squirrel off a branch. This has
Speaker 1: got to be that owl, I thought. I stood there
Speaker 1: and watched it for a few minutes. While it sat
Speaker 1: up there watching me, it turned its head a few times,
Speaker 1: as if it were looking at something behind it, but
Speaker 1: then it would turn back and look at me again.
Speaker 1: I was congratulating myself on the good luck for having
Speaker 1: seen it when its eyes vanished. My brief disappointment was
Speaker 1: interrupted seconds later when I heard what sounded like a
Speaker 1: branch snapping. That was followed by a huge crashing sound
Speaker 1: and a colossal thud that I fell more than heard. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: it was like a freight train was hurling through the
Speaker 1: woods at high speed. Shock held me motionless as my
Speaker 1: mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening. Somewhere
Speaker 1: in the back of my mind, something was telling me
Speaker 1: to get in my car now, and I snapped into action.
Speaker 1: I jumped in and shut the door against whatever was
Speaker 1: tearing through the trees, but by then I couldn't hear anything.
Speaker 1: It had run deeper into the woods. Then I thought,
Speaker 1: that's no owl. I actually said it out loud. I've
Speaker 1: never heard anything much like that noise. When it was running,
Speaker 1: it sounded like the trees and its path were snapping
Speaker 1: in two. The next morning, when I got home, I
Speaker 1: noticed there were a lot of small broken trees in
Speaker 1: the area where I had seen the eyes. I didn't
Speaker 1: go searching for whatever had broken them, though. I figured
Speaker 1: it left me alone, and I'll leave it alone. I
Speaker 1: tried to tell different people about the incident, but they
Speaker 1: all acted like I was crazy. It's nice to be
Speaker 1: able to tell it now without judgment. Whatever that thing was,
Speaker 1: it was bigger than anything I know of around here.
Speaker 1: Not long after that, I moved to the day shift.
Speaker 1: One morning, I was out driving to work and I
Speaker 1: passed the creek I had driven by a thousand times before.
Speaker 1: It was ten to fifteen foot wide, with banks at
Speaker 1: about four or five feet high. Although it always floods
Speaker 1: after a heavy rain, it was pretty close to dry
Speaker 1: on that day. I'd never seen anything in the creek
Speaker 1: bed outside of the rocks that were always there, But
Speaker 1: on this morning, I saw something black in that creek.
Speaker 1: The closer I got to it, the more I realized
Speaker 1: just how massive it was. It looked like a gorilla
Speaker 1: I had seen once at the zoo, but this thing
Speaker 1: was a heck of a lot bigger. It took up
Speaker 1: about half the creek bed, and it was taller than
Speaker 1: the creek banks. Despite the fact that it looked like
Speaker 1: it was sitting. As I drove by it, trees blocked
Speaker 1: my view and I lost sight of it. I stopped,
Speaker 1: and I turned around, and I went back to get
Speaker 1: another glimpse, but it was gone. There were only the
Speaker 1: rocks that I had seen a few thousand times, and
Speaker 1: I knew we had black bears coming into our area,
Speaker 1: but they didn't get that big. I'd gotten a pretty
Speaker 1: good look at it before the trees got in the way,
Speaker 1: and the only analogy I could manage was a gorilla
Speaker 1: sitting with its back to me, large, solid black, and hairy.
Speaker 1: Two months later, on the interstate exit I take on
Speaker 1: my way home from work, I saw something chase a
Speaker 1: deer across both of the east and westbound lanes. This
Speaker 1: exit was about five miles from where I had seen
Speaker 1: the creature sitting in the creek. I was a quarter
Speaker 1: mile from the exit, with a clear view of both
Speaker 1: lanes and the bridge that crossed over the interstate. I
Speaker 1: saw exactly where the deer came up out of the
Speaker 1: ditch and crossed the road, passing in front of a
Speaker 1: speed limit sign for the ramp on the other side.
Speaker 1: As the deer was passing the sign, something black followed
Speaker 1: chasing it. It's going to catch it, I thought, seeing
Speaker 1: that it was running faster than the deer. The black
Speaker 1: thing crossed the interstate and then across my exit, right
Speaker 1: in front of the speed limit sign. It all happened
Speaker 1: in a matter of seconds, but I got a clear
Speaker 1: view of the chase. They had both vanished into the
Speaker 1: woods by the time I reached the exit and I
Speaker 1: stopped at the speed limit sign. I tried to visually
Speaker 1: follow their path, hoping to observe them further, but the
Speaker 1: trees made that impossible. I turned my attention to the
Speaker 1: sign and I thought, there's no way. That sign was
Speaker 1: eight feet tall and that black thing was as tall.
Speaker 1: As the sign, I got back in my car and
Speaker 1: took off as fast as I could, and I thank
Speaker 1: the Lord that I was heading south and they were
Speaker 1: heading north. I don't know what it was. Nothing around
Speaker 1: here gets that big. The only thing I could think
Speaker 1: of was a bigfoot or a dog man. Since then,
Speaker 1: it has occurred to me that something happened years before
Speaker 1: these two sightings that I just told you. On a
Speaker 1: clear night, I was fishing with my kids on the
Speaker 1: Ohio River bank on the Indiana side. It was a beautiful,
Speaker 1: clear night with the moon shining down on the water.
Speaker 1: We were having a great time fishing. We heard something
Speaker 1: that sounded kind of like an elk calling out, but
Speaker 1: it wasn't quite an elk. I know some elks were
Speaker 1: released in Kentucky, however, I didn't think they were in
Speaker 1: the far north. When we heard another one, it was
Speaker 1: like they were calling back and forth to each other
Speaker 1: on the Kentucky side. We were thinking how cool it
Speaker 1: was until we heard one sound off deep in the
Speaker 1: woods behind us on the Indiana side. I thought that
Speaker 1: was weird, and I decided it was time to go.
Speaker 1: I didn't think much more about it until the following weekend,
Speaker 1: when we went fishing on a small lake to twenty
Speaker 1: miles from north of the Ohio River in the Hoosier
Speaker 1: National Forest in Indiana. We just all got set up
Speaker 1: to fish, and when we heard the same sound come
Speaker 1: from across the lake, I knew they didn't have elk
Speaker 1: in that area. There was a big clearing across the
Speaker 1: lake that stretched from the bank to the trees about
Speaker 1: fifty yards, but I didn't see anything. Whatever was making
Speaker 1: that sound was in the woods, and I got my
Speaker 1: kids out of there real quick. We've been back since
Speaker 1: that night. We've never heard or seen anything. There were
Speaker 1: stories across the river in Kentucky about something they called
Speaker 1: a sheep squatch. It's some kind of bigfoot creature with horns.
Speaker 1: I looked it up and I found what some said
Speaker 1: it sounds like, And it sounded like what we heard
Speaker 1: on the river and again at the lake, and it
Speaker 1: makes me wonder just what could be out there. One
Speaker 1: thing is certain, I find comfort in knowing that I'm
Speaker 1: not the only one who has experienced this sort of things.
Speaker 1: If it is insolutely, because it is in any INDI