Speaker 1: My father owned a green Ford Aerostar van. It was
Speaker 1: a piece of jump. The power steering wined when he
Speaker 1: made turns, the engine ticked and it was slow, but
Speaker 1: he was able to keep it running. And this was
Speaker 1: our main mode of transportation in Manitoba, and in Manitoba
Speaker 1: it takes hours to get anywhere. I was a kid then,
Speaker 1: and I remember that we did a lot of traveling
Speaker 1: in that van. I don't know where we went or
Speaker 1: while we traveled that much. I guess it was my
Speaker 1: father's business. I just remember driving down long highways for
Speaker 1: hours during the day and late at night. It had
Speaker 1: to have been two or three in the morning on
Speaker 1: one of these trips, while we went as fast as
Speaker 1: the van would take us down a dark highway lined
Speaker 1: with dead pines on both sides. The area is referred
Speaker 1: to as the Sticks here in Manitoba. It's a spooky
Speaker 1: place to be in the daylight, much less in the dark.
Speaker 1: My head rested on the passenger door as we listened
Speaker 1: to loud music. My father always had the volume loud.
Speaker 1: He loved good music. I was used to it. So
Speaker 1: I sat there in a numb state, watching the dead
Speaker 1: pines fly by in the glow of the headlights. My
Speaker 1: ear was close to the window, and I could faintly
Speaker 1: hear footsteps crunching in the gravel. I figured it was
Speaker 1: part of the music, but the noise continued between the songs.
Speaker 1: Whatever this noise was, it was running and keeping pace
Speaker 1: with the car. We were about to enter and drive
Speaker 1: through Riding Mountain State Park, where the speed limit was reduced.
Speaker 1: So my father, who obviously had not heard the noise
Speaker 1: I was hearing, slowed to the speed limit. I reached
Speaker 1: to the radio and I switched it off. Do you
Speaker 1: hear that, Dad, I asked, I do what is that?
Speaker 1: He said, looking over his right shoulder through the back windshield. Abruptly,
Speaker 1: he pulled the car over on the gravel median, and
Speaker 1: he opened the door. With one leg still in the car,
Speaker 1: he stood up and he looked over the roof. He
Speaker 1: immediately dropped back into the driver's seat, through the car
Speaker 1: in gear and floored it. Gravel sprayed behind us. I
Speaker 1: got real worried, but I don't know what he saw.
Speaker 1: The dead pines blew past us, now faster than before,
Speaker 1: and with his high beams on. Now the road was
Speaker 1: lit well enough for me to see far ahead. We
Speaker 1: traveled a short distance and the footfalls were back on
Speaker 1: my side of the car again. My father pushed the
Speaker 1: gas pedal harder and that clunky old van picked up
Speaker 1: not much speed, but whatever was running beside the car
Speaker 1: was having no trouble keeping up. Turned in my seat
Speaker 1: to look, and what I saw is hard to describe
Speaker 1: because it was so big that I could only see
Speaker 1: the legs in my field of view. I leaned over
Speaker 1: in this seat to tilt my head up, and although
Speaker 1: I could not make out any details, I did see
Speaker 1: how big this very fast thing was. At my age
Speaker 1: then I would have said it was two stories tall.
Speaker 1: I think that's about seven meters or twenty feet. I
Speaker 1: don't know, but it was enormous and it was powerful.
Speaker 1: Watching the black, hairy, muscular legs run beside the car
Speaker 1: scared me to death. My father was freaking out as well,
Speaker 1: but he held it together and he kept driving. There
Speaker 1: was no place to go but straight ahead, and then
Speaker 1: the footstomps began to fade in the distance. I began
Speaker 1: to breathe again, and Dad slowed down some. We never
Speaker 1: said a word. I wanted to get back to the
Speaker 1: city lights, and I think he did too. We were
Speaker 1: coming off riding Mountain Pass and a large green sign
Speaker 1: was in the distance ahead. Our headlights made that sign
Speaker 1: reflect like a ship coming to save us on a
Speaker 1: stormy sea. I watched the sign get closer and I
Speaker 1: saw a huge, shadowy figure cross in front of it.
Speaker 1: It had run fast enough to get ahead of us,
Speaker 1: maybe through the pines, maybe on the other side of
Speaker 1: the road, and we had just missed it. Dad pointed
Speaker 1: ahead and he said something that I never heard. He
Speaker 1: pressed me back into the seat. This night was not
Speaker 1: over yet. The sign was coming up fast, and I
Speaker 1: guess my father decided turning around was an exercise in futility.
Speaker 1: So while we were going downhill, he gave that tin
Speaker 1: can as much gas as it would take. I felt
Speaker 1: like we were driving one hundred miles per hour, and
Speaker 1: my eyes were fixed on that sign. I saw the
Speaker 1: creature move behind the sign and lower itself as if
Speaker 1: it were hiding. Huge dark hands were visible where he
Speaker 1: held on to the top of the sign, blocking the
Speaker 1: reflective glow. If this is it, then this is it,
Speaker 1: I heard my dad say under his breath, and I
Speaker 1: knew something bad was about to happen. We were almost
Speaker 1: even with that sign. I pushed my feet against the
Speaker 1: floorboard and I gripped the arm rest. But at that moment,
Speaker 1: a calm peace came over me. I was just a kid,
Speaker 1: but somehow I was able to prepare myself for whatever
Speaker 1: was about to happen. In some strange way, I was ready.
Speaker 1: We blew past that sign, and this creature did something
Speaker 1: I never expected. Just as we were even with the beast,
Speaker 1: it poked its head out from behind the sign. In
Speaker 1: the headlights, I could see its face, orange eyes reflected
Speaker 1: back at us. At the last minute, it extended its head,
Speaker 1: almost touching the passenger side window. For a split second,
Speaker 1: we were face to face, with a thin sheet of
Speaker 1: glass between us. At that moment, I saw eyes as
Speaker 1: big as golf balls, two slits in its face for
Speaker 1: a nose, and two rows of white teeth. As it
Speaker 1: smiled at me. It was more of a sinister grin,
Speaker 1: but it was a smile all the same. Suddenly I
Speaker 1: got the feeling that it was messing with us. After
Speaker 1: seeing its speed and obvious strength, I think it could
Speaker 1: have swiped our car right off into those spooky dead
Speaker 1: pines at any minute if it had wanted to. We
Speaker 1: were now a good distance down the pass, and the
Speaker 1: car filled with an odor that I cannot describe. We
Speaker 1: didn't want to roll the windows down for fear of
Speaker 1: this thing still being close. But the further we drove,
Speaker 1: the less offensive of the oder became. I am an
Speaker 1: adult now. All the years since I assumed that this
Speaker 1: was a sisquatch, but now I don't think it was.
Speaker 1: I don't know what it was. Maybe it was a
Speaker 1: demon or a troll, but I'm pretty sure it was
Speaker 1: not a sisquatch. It was something worse. I still deal
Speaker 1: with bad dreams over that night. Now they are less
Speaker 1: frequent as the years go by. I doubt I will
Speaker 1: ever forget that night. And my father has never said
Speaker 1: a word about it since. My niece came home and
Speaker 1: told my sister that she thought she had seen a
Speaker 1: bigfoot in the sam Houston National Forest. They live in
Speaker 1: a small town called cut and Shoot on Highway one
Speaker 1: oh five between Cleveland and Conroe, which borders the sam
Speaker 1: Houston National Forest and the Big Thicket. The Big Thicket
Speaker 1: has called that because it's a merger of the southern
Speaker 1: pine forests to go coastal plains and the Louisiana Swamps.
Speaker 1: They come together to create a jungle type environment. It
Speaker 1: was said in my youth that you couldn't go into
Speaker 1: the thicket for more than one hundred yards before you
Speaker 1: would step on a water moccasin. With the expansion of
Speaker 1: civilization and the encroachment of urban style neighborhoods, I would
Speaker 1: dare say that now you can venture as far as
Speaker 1: two hundred yards before stepping on a water moccasin. Oh,
Speaker 1: that's a great improvement. Running wolf at any rate. My
Speaker 1: sister told my niece that she probably saw a deer.
Speaker 1: My niece replied that it was big and brown, and
Speaker 1: it was walking on two legs. My sister has always
Speaker 1: had a crush on Bobo Fay from the TV show
Speaker 1: Finding Bigfoot, so she immediately started thinking that if they
Speaker 1: found some tracks, they might be on the Bigfoot Show
Speaker 1: with Bobo Fay. My sister grabbed her small gun, a
Speaker 1: double barrel twelve gage shotgun loaded with double lot buckshot,
Speaker 1: and said let's go. My niece said, Mama, don't you
Speaker 1: think it's going to be dangerous for the two of us?
Speaker 1: And my sister replied, yes, but maybe the sasquatch will
Speaker 1: survive anyway. They returned to the area where my niece
Speaker 1: saw the bigfoot. No tracks were found because the thick
Speaker 1: layer of pine straw covering the ground, but they did
Speaker 1: find fresh limbs broken off about eight feet high, and
Speaker 1: they were all pointing in the same direction. My sister
Speaker 1: made this observation and said, you know, I think that
Speaker 1: this creature is pointing out a direction for others of
Speaker 1: his kind to follow him. It was late in November
Speaker 1: of twenty twenty. And here's the interesting part of the story.
Speaker 1: The following day, on the very front page of the
Speaker 1: Cold Springs Gazette was the story titled Bigfoot spotted on
Speaker 1: San Juacento and Liberty County Lines. My sister told my
Speaker 1: niece he must have traveled fast, because when we were
Speaker 1: looking for him in the Sam Houston Forest, he was
Speaker 1: already east of us. All hopes of being on the
Speaker 1: Bobo fet show were diminishing rapidly, but my sister was
Speaker 1: convinced that my niece saw a bigfoot. And this is
Speaker 1: my story submitted by Running Wolf. Well. I would say
Speaker 1: Running Wolf, your knees had great aspirations. She was really
Speaker 1: really ready to get on that show and talk about
Speaker 1: the bigfoot that she saw. And I'm sad that that
Speaker 1: didn't work out, but I'm sure they had fun anyway.
Speaker 1: It sounds like both of the women have a great
Speaker 1: sense of humor. In her high spirited and really aren't
Speaker 1: afraid of anything. But I thought it was an interesting
Speaker 1: story and I wanted to share it with you, guys.
Speaker 1: Running Wolf. Thanks for writing it, man, it was really nice. Thanks.
Speaker 1: I had no idea it was a bigfoot at the time.
Speaker 1: I believe it was one. Now I live in the
Speaker 1: most populated state of the United States, and you would
Speaker 1: think that there's no place for a bigfoot to roam
Speaker 1: freely in New Jersey, but evidently they do. We lived
Speaker 1: in South Jersey, not far from the pine barrens the
Speaker 1: summer of the bi centennial. I was seventeen years old.
Speaker 1: The two hundred year celebration of our wonderful nation was
Speaker 1: just around the corner. Many towns were planning big parades
Speaker 1: and even bigger fireworks. I was looking forward to partaking
Speaker 1: in these celebrations. I had a reputation as a goody
Speaker 1: two shoes and actually had been called this name by
Speaker 1: many of my friends. I had a problem, though, that
Speaker 1: could change all of that. I was smitten with a
Speaker 1: guy who was known as a bad boy. Although we
Speaker 1: were the same age. He had street smarts and I
Speaker 1: had none. He rode dirt bikes and was a rough
Speaker 1: and tumble type of fellow. He already sported a few tattoos,
Speaker 1: and in those days, tattoos were not as popular as
Speaker 1: they are today. One of us tattoos was a skull
Speaker 1: with a knife through it, with blood dripping from the knife.
Speaker 1: This tattoo kind of frightened me, but he was nice
Speaker 1: to me and that intrigued me. He would ride his
Speaker 1: dirt bike to my house on occasion to visit and
Speaker 1: to hang out. My mom would say, don't you ever
Speaker 1: get on that motorbike with him. You'll be in big
Speaker 1: trouble if I catch you doing that. I knew this
Speaker 1: tattoo would not go over well with my parents, so
Speaker 1: he did what I asked, and he would wear long
Speaker 1: sleeves when he came to visit me. I was the
Speaker 1: fifth of seven children, raised with the rules that were
Speaker 1: set forth by the bad behavior of my older siblings.
Speaker 1: I had to behave or else. Plus I really didn't
Speaker 1: want to upset my dad, as I had already witnessed
Speaker 1: the punishment my older brothers had received from him. I
Speaker 1: wanted to remain the good girl. The Pine Bearings is
Speaker 1: a very large forested area over one million acres that
Speaker 1: stretches across more than seven counties in New Jersey. The
Speaker 1: name Pine Barrens refers to the area's sandy, acidic nutrient
Speaker 1: poor soul. This area was also known as the Pinelands.
Speaker 1: This vast area supports rare plant life, including orchids and
Speaker 1: carnivorous plants, as well as the pygmy pitch pines that
Speaker 1: depend on the frequent fires of the Pine Barrens to reproduce.
Speaker 1: This area was largely undisturbed despite its proximity to Philadelphia
Speaker 1: and New York City. My bad boy guy friend wanted
Speaker 1: to take me on the Fourth of July to one
Speaker 1: of the fire towers located in the pine Lands. We
Speaker 1: would climb up to the top and watch the small
Speaker 1: town's fireworks from eighty feet above the ground, and it
Speaker 1: is off limits to the public. I knew my parents
Speaker 1: would never give me permission to go, and this meant
Speaker 1: that I would have to lie. I told my mother
Speaker 1: that we would be attending a friend's barbecue. Lying to
Speaker 1: them made me uncomfortable. These were the days before cell
Speaker 1: phones and tracking, so I said yes to this crazy,
Speaker 1: exciting idea. We actually did go to the barbecue, but
Speaker 1: we left around eight pm to head out to the
Speaker 1: location of the fire tower. We both jumped in his
Speaker 1: truck with dirt bike in the back. The events that
Speaker 1: were about to happen are seared into my memory forever.
Speaker 1: We drove for twenty five minutes while the sun set
Speaker 1: slowly and the sound of firecrackers and pops could be
Speaker 1: heard in the distance. Once we left the paved road,
Speaker 1: the woods grew thicker and darker. This dirt road was
Speaker 1: a firebreak that the Forest Service made to slow the
Speaker 1: spread of wildfires. We drove on this road for a
Speaker 1: few miles and then bad Boy pulled off the road
Speaker 1: and grabbed a small flashlight from the glo love compartment
Speaker 1: of the truck and said, let's go. It's getting dark fast.
Speaker 1: I was gitterally and nervous for disobeying my mother. I
Speaker 1: could hear her saying, you'll be in big trouble if
Speaker 1: I catch you riding that motorbike. As I walked to
Speaker 1: the rear of the truck to help get the dirt
Speaker 1: bike out, I was rethinking my attire. I had on
Speaker 1: my new four inch high cork heeled sandals and my
Speaker 1: fraid cut off jeans. I think I was more concerned
Speaker 1: about looking cute than practical. And then bad boy ask,
Speaker 1: are those the only shoes you have with you? Yes?
Speaker 1: I said. He told me he would go slow and
Speaker 1: showed me where to place my feet on the bike.
Speaker 1: We would have to ride about fifteen minutes through the
Speaker 1: forest before getting to the fire tower. I held on
Speaker 1: with my arms around his waist. He kick started his
Speaker 1: bike and we were off. He was evidently familiar with
Speaker 1: these trails. As we went deeper into the woods, I
Speaker 1: was thinking, if this is slow, I don't want to
Speaker 1: know what it feels like to go fast. But I
Speaker 1: was actually starting to enjoy the ride. When we arrived
Speaker 1: at our destination, he shut off the dirt bike and
Speaker 1: we both climbed off. He shined the flashlight on the
Speaker 1: menacing fire tower. It was taller than I imagined. He
Speaker 1: said he thought it was eighty feet tall and couldn't
Speaker 1: wait for me to see the view. The fireworks were
Speaker 1: going to start soon and we needed to get up there.
Speaker 1: I cautiously proceeded in my four inch high courk hill sandals.
Speaker 1: The open stairs were in a zigzag format and they
Speaker 1: were steep. He put the flashlight on me so I
Speaker 1: could see where I was going. As we climbed. I
Speaker 1: asked if we were all allowed to be here. He
Speaker 1: said no, but not to worry, because he and his
Speaker 1: dirt bike friends had been there many times and no
Speaker 1: one had ever said a word. A little more than
Speaker 1: halfway up, we heard it, this terrible scream come from
Speaker 1: the forest below. My first thought was that someone was
Speaker 1: being murdered down there. We stopped at the sounds, and
Speaker 1: bad Boy seemed concerned. He shined his flashlight below us.
Speaker 1: It was a small flashlight and we couldn't see the ground.
Speaker 1: We were really high up. We kept climbing, thinking that
Speaker 1: we might be able to see better from the top.
Speaker 1: A sound that came thundering through the woods below us.
Speaker 1: I can't describe it any better than to say that
Speaker 1: it sounded like something maybe a bulldozer, was crashing through
Speaker 1: and running over trees, but there was no engine noise.
Speaker 1: At first it was far off, but it was getting
Speaker 1: closer to the tower. We froze in place. Bad Boy
Speaker 1: yelled up to me, turn around and let's start climbing down.
Speaker 1: We need to leave now. He was trying to hold
Speaker 1: the flashlight on my feet so I could see, but
Speaker 1: this process was causing us to go slower. I yelled
Speaker 1: down at him, just go. The sound of the trees
Speaker 1: cracking was like gunfire, and at one point I believed
Speaker 1: it could have been gunfire. I was so horrified and shaking,
Speaker 1: trying to clench my toes tight to keep my shoes
Speaker 1: from falling off my feet that I almost fell twice.
Speaker 1: Losing one shoe by accident and then kicking the other
Speaker 1: off on purpose helped me to go faster. We were
Speaker 1: close to the bottom and the noise stopped, complete silence.
Speaker 1: This scared me as much as the noise. What was
Speaker 1: making the noise and where was it now? Not knowing
Speaker 1: where it was was worse to me than the noise itself.
Speaker 1: It was so close, and then all of a sudden
Speaker 1: it had stopped. I was so scared that I had
Speaker 1: trouble standing up. We made it to the dirt bike.
Speaker 1: I climbed on behind him while he was kickstarting the bike.
Speaker 1: That scream came out of the woods again, in close
Speaker 1: to us. It was louder, and whatever made the screen
Speaker 1: was right on us. I don't know if that was
Speaker 1: because we were at ground level or that it was
Speaker 1: really closer to us, but it vibrated through my body.
Speaker 1: I was about to pass out, and then the bike started.
Speaker 1: I found out what fast was really like on a
Speaker 1: dirt bike, and I didn't care. I was happy to
Speaker 1: be going fast. I closed my eyes tight and held
Speaker 1: on for dear life. We came to an abrupt stop.
Speaker 1: I opened my eyes. Bad boy jumped off and hollered
Speaker 1: to me to hold up the bike, so I grabbed
Speaker 1: the handlebars and hurried to hold the bike up. He
Speaker 1: ran up ahead of us and began to drag a
Speaker 1: large branch out of the middle of the dirt trail.
Speaker 1: He cleared it just enough for us to skirt by
Speaker 1: racing all the way back to his truck. We both
Speaker 1: jumped off the bike. He threw me the keys and
Speaker 1: said start the truck. I jumped in and, without ha hesitation,
Speaker 1: started the truck as he quickly got the dirt bike
Speaker 1: in the truck bed. Within a few seconds, he was
Speaker 1: driving us back to the paved road. I was trembling.
Speaker 1: My legs would not stop shaking, my bare feet were
Speaker 1: scratched and hurting. I kept looking back, half expecting something
Speaker 1: or someone to be following us. But we got closer
Speaker 1: to the paved road and bad Boys said, that has
Speaker 1: never happened here before. What was going on back there?
Speaker 1: Of course I had no answer. I asked him if
Speaker 1: we had taken another route back to the truck from
Speaker 1: the fire tower, because I didn't remember a tree branch
Speaker 1: across the trail. He said that he had taken the
Speaker 1: exact trail back to the truck and the limb had
Speaker 1: not been there, and that it was not a dead limb.
Speaker 1: It was green and had been placed in our way.
Speaker 1: We both kept silent for the thirty minute ride home,
Speaker 1: listening to the distant cracking pops of the various towns
Speaker 1: fire works with glimpses of sparkles in the night sky.
Speaker 1: This was the fourth of July that I would never forget.
Speaker 1: And as an epilogue, here's what she writes, and I
Speaker 1: love this. My bad boy turned out to be a
Speaker 1: good guy. I guess my goody two shoes ways rubbed
Speaker 1: off on him. Forty years married and two daughters later,
Speaker 1: we are very happy that skull and knife tattoo is
Speaker 1: now covered with a heart tattoo and our daughter's names
Speaker 1: are in the heart. We have talked about this event
Speaker 1: in our lives, but my good guy is not sure
Speaker 1: it was a bigfoot. He really doesn't have an explanation
Speaker 1: for what happened, but I think I do. My name
Speaker 1: is Elle, and I live out in the country, about
Speaker 1: ten miles from Atlanta, Texas, Northeast Texas. I live in
Speaker 1: a wooded area, but my little house is just off
Speaker 1: of a farm to mark road. Not much traffic, not
Speaker 1: many people, not much of anything but trees. My husband's
Speaker 1: family has had the land here since before the Civil War.
Speaker 1: When the time came, he and I moved here from
Speaker 1: the Texas Coast, planning to live here until well the end.
Speaker 1: When we first moved up here, my husband was still
Speaker 1: chasing turnarounds in the refineries. I'd often be alone for
Speaker 1: weeks at a time. It was during one of those
Speaker 1: times that I began to feel as though I was
Speaker 1: being watched. At first, it scared me, so I'd get
Speaker 1: my three fifty seven and march outside as bravely as
Speaker 1: I could and pop off a few rounds in the air.
Speaker 1: I'd go back in the house relieved, but never quite
Speaker 1: sure I'd scared whatever it was away. The strange feeling
Speaker 1: of being watched changed after a while. I began to
Speaker 1: feel more like I was being observed. I could feel
Speaker 1: that something was out there in the dark. Dogs knew
Speaker 1: it too. One night, I was sitting on the couch
Speaker 1: watching TV. My hubby was up north on another turnaround,
Speaker 1: and it was just me and the dogs. Suddenly there
Speaker 1: was a sound coming from the woods to the right
Speaker 1: of the house. This time the dog started barking. I
Speaker 1: muted the TV, grabbed my gun, and ran to the door.
Speaker 1: I cracked it just a bit. The sound was incredibly loud,
Speaker 1: and it sounded like a scream on top of a roar,
Speaker 1: if that makes sense. It went on for at least
Speaker 1: a minute, and then silence. I slammed the door and
Speaker 1: got the dogs settled down. That night, I stayed up
Speaker 1: sitting on the couch watching the door, my gun in hand.
Speaker 1: I told my husband about it on the phone the
Speaker 1: next day. He laughed it off, just like he did
Speaker 1: when I tell him I thought something in the woods
Speaker 1: was watching me. My husband died not long after that.
Speaker 1: I was alone here full time. I frequently felt that
Speaker 1: I was being observed. It wasn't a constant feeling, but
Speaker 1: when it came on, it felt like there was a
Speaker 1: heaviness in the air. I learned to live with it,
Speaker 1: and that was that. A few months after my husband passed,
Speaker 1: my youngest son, Jay and his fiance moved up. His
Speaker 1: father had asked him to take care of me, and
Speaker 1: that's what he did. One day, not long after he
Speaker 1: got here, Jay went out to the back forty to
Speaker 1: have some time alone, walking around in the woods he
Speaker 1: used to hunt with his dad. Jay started walking the creek.
Speaker 1: After a little bit, he came to a place in
Speaker 1: the creek bottom and stopped dead in his tracks. He
Speaker 1: told me something was there, but he didn't know what
Speaker 1: it was. He was so overcome by fear that he
Speaker 1: ran as fast as he could back to his truck
Speaker 1: and got the hell out of there. He's been here
Speaker 1: two years and has never gone back to that spot.
Speaker 1: Fast forward about two months. It was a beautiful black
Speaker 1: nw night. I went outside to soak up the peace
Speaker 1: that permeates the air here. It just engulfs you. I
Speaker 1: love that about this place. But suddenly, as I stood there,
Speaker 1: I heard that scream coming from the same place I'd
Speaker 1: heard it two years before. It wasn't as loud. It
Speaker 1: didn't even wake my son in his fiance, but it
Speaker 1: was the same. I ran back inside and locked the doors.
Speaker 1: Two weeks passed. It was just after sunset, the kids
Speaker 1: were gone, and I was getting something out of my car.
Speaker 1: I hadn't been out there for more than a minute
Speaker 1: when I heard the first scream. It had come from
Speaker 1: the same place as before. I got my stuff out
Speaker 1: of the car and headed to the house. When I
Speaker 1: heard another scream coming from the woods behind the house,
Speaker 1: I froze. A few seconds later, another scream came from
Speaker 1: the first place I waited, but I didn't hear anything else.
Speaker 1: A week or two later, my brother came up to
Speaker 1: go hunting. The first morning he was there, he geared
Speaker 1: up and headed to the back forty. He came back
Speaker 1: a few hours later. He looked disturbed. He asked Jay
Speaker 1: what the deal was with the creek bottom. He said
Speaker 1: he could feel something there. Jay asked him where he
Speaker 1: was specifically, and my brother told him it was the
Speaker 1: same place Jay was when he took off running in
Speaker 1: Terror two years ago. My brother is a survivalist and
Speaker 1: a very experienced hunter who has spent half his life
Speaker 1: in the woods. He said he'd never felt that presence
Speaker 1: or that kind of fear ever before, and she writes,
Speaker 1: I'm sorry for rambling on. You're not rambling on, ill.
Speaker 1: This is great. I know none of us have seen anything,
Speaker 1: but I am certain the Big Man is living here.
Speaker 1: I've told a couple of people about the screams and
Speaker 1: feeling something watching me and about the creek, and they
Speaker 1: just laugh. But I bet that if they heard some
Speaker 1: of the screams and felt some of the presents, it
Speaker 1: would wipe the smirks right off their faces. I love
Speaker 1: it when somebody says, you ought to hear what I hear.
Speaker 1: That was really good. And I assume you're still out there.
Speaker 1: Ell girl, be safe, stay alert. I'm sure you're fine,
Speaker 1: and I hope Jay and his girlfriend are still there
Speaker 1: with you and enjoy those peaceful nights. You're gonna be okay.
Speaker 1: I'm just almost sure of it. And I just love
Speaker 1: you for sending this in. Thank you