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today, and I want what are your reportting? I got a screen of going on here. Something just kill my dog? Something killed your dog? My dog? We're flying through the or over the trade. I don't know how it did it, okay, damn, and I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence, and they did when you hit the girl. I didn't seen any cars. Also I saw was my dog coming over the fence. D one, What what are you reputting?
We got someone or something crawling around out here? Do you see what it was worth? It was? It ending up right here? Looking up through the window now and I don't need anything. I don't want to go outside. Ready, Hello, get the body out here? What went on out there? I thought of a bitch about sixty foot nine? I don't know, easy and the out there Yep, I'm walking right heah. I was nineteen in nineteen eighty four and I traveled to Vancouver, BC to visit my
older brother. During my visit, we decided to spend a day at a small lake near Vancouver. We rented a canoe and I took my brother's two sons, aged thirteen and sixteen for a paddle around the lake. As we were enjoying ourselves, we noticed a rope swing along the shore about half a kilometer away from the picnic area. I decided to take a swing on it before continuing our journey around the lake. As we approached a small outcropping about
another half kilometer away, we noticed rocks being tossed into the water. Assuming it was just some teenagers fooling around, I made sure to announce our presence to avoid getting hit. However, to my surprise, a very large rock flew between the boy's heads. Concerned for their safety, I quickly jumped out of the canoe. I heard a few more splashes, indicating that more large rocks were being thrown. Determined to confront the person responsible, I ran up
onto the outcropping. From a distance, I saw what I initially thought was a large man wearing a tattered red bush jacket. He was about twenty five or thirty feet away from me, running into the bushes. I yelled at him and started chasing after him. After taking a few steps, he emerged from behind a tree and approached me, waving his arms to move the branches out of his way, snarling and pushing his arms in emotion that suggested he
wanted me to go away. It was then that I realized the tattered jacket was actually long hair, and what I thought were tattered cuffs were actually six inch strands of hair hanging from his arms. His body was covered in thick hair with calics sticking out, giving the impression of tattered clothing. I crouched slightly and put my hands out in a non threatening manner, frozen in disbelief at what I was witnessing. Every time I looked at his face, he
would snarl and bear his teeth at me. His teeth resembled human incisors, but his canines were longer, resembling those of a canine. I noticed that the inside of his lips were bright red, which made me wonder if he had been eating a fresh kill. However, upon closer inspection, I saw no blood on his mouth their body. It was simply the natural color of the inside of his mouth. He seemed frustrated by my close proximity to him.
He raised his hands to his face, rushing his fingers down in frustration. He snarled at me again, but I couldn't move. I didn't want to turn my back on it. We stood there, staring at each other for a moment. It felt like he had never been this close to a human before, as he seemed to take the opportunity to examine me closely as well. However, every time our eyes met, he would bare his teeth
and snarl. I tried to avoid direct eye contact, but I noticed that the area around his eyes was covered in short, tan colored hair, giving it a rough texture. I couldn't help but notice his eyes, which appeared black or had very large pupils. His eyelids were human like but slightly sunken, and he had high, wide cheekbones. I remember thinking that his hairstyle resembled the shaggy hair worn by rock bands at that time, with bangs covering
his forehead. Once again, he caught me looking at his eyes and snarled. I lowered my gaze and noticed his penis and scrowed him, which were small and tightly pressed against his body. It was clear to me that he was a real being, not a coat or a costume, but a flesh and blood creature resembling a wild man or animal. He stood about seven feet tall. With a large barrel chest and a powerful build. Despite his odd appearance, I didn't find him ugly. At one point, he sniffed the
air, and his lips twitched as his nose wrinkled. He glanced past me and snarled again. Curious, I quickly turned my head to see what had caught his attention. Behind me, It was the boy's paddling back to where I had come ashore. When I looked back, he had vanished. I was left wondering what I had just witnessed and questioning its reality. I was curious about where he could have disappeared, just so quickly, as if he
had simply vanished into thin air. Though I considered leaving, my curiosity and bewilderment outweighed my fear. I took a few steps forward and looked around a tree, but I couldn't see him. Little did I know, he was standing between two trees, his head and shoulders blending him with the branches. The calyx of his auburn hair matched the red bark of the tree so perfectly
that he appeared as a third trunk between them. Just as I was about to continue forward, he spotted me approaching and swiftly raised his arms, charging towards me. Startled, I turned and ran back to the canoe. He was about forty or fifty feet away from me, but he closed that distance in the time it took me to cover the ten feet back to the canoe. I glanced behind me to see how close he was getting, and caught a flash of red. In that moment. He truly looked ugly, with
his lips and nostrils resembling the depictions of totem poles. His lips were flipped outwards, similar to how I had seen apes do, and his nostrils appeared swollen and engorged with blood. This made them appear larger and emphasized the red color, intensifying the fear factor. I don't recall hearing much sound during the encounter. He seemed careful not to give himself away to the boys. I
believe he may have been hissing or emitting a muffled shriek. I did, how ever, feel a tingling sensation, though I couldn't determine if it was from sheer fear or from vibrations caused by infrasound. The First Nations people often speak of how sasquatch can raise your memory, and indeed I could barely bring myself to think about what had happened, let alone talk about it until now. The boys, who were half hata, immediately recognized the rocks being thrown
as the work of a sasquatch and urged me not to investigate. However, I couldn't resist the urge to explore further. As I entered the canoe and turned to sit backwards in the rear to paddle, I caught a glimpse of his leg and foot pushing himself back from the edge of the bank. He slid to a stop, preventing himself from coming down the shallow bank after me. As the boys paddle vigorously to distance ourselves from the shore, I watched
him stand between two trees, ensuring that we left. His face had returned to its normal appearance. The hair on his foot blended with the ground, making it appear as though his foot was a root tapering off. At the last second, I reached out with the paddle and lightly ruffled the hair to confirm what I had suspected. The paddle came down harder than intended and accidentally smacked his foot. Surprisingly he didn't react or flinch. I kept my gaze
fixed on him, never once diverted my eyes. As we stood about thirty feet apart. He blended seamlessly with the surrounding trees, becoming indistinguishable from the lush foliage. We were approximately one hundred feet away when the sixteen year old beside me uttered something, prompting me to turn my head slightly in order to catch his words. In that split second, the towering figure slipped away,
vanishing into the dense forest. The middle tree where he had stood was now empty, and that was the last glimpse I caught of him, floating in the tranquil lake. We discussed the bewildering encounter for a few minutes. I was still in a state of shock, unable to tear my eyes away from the spot where he had disappeared. The others assured me that what I had witnessed was a sasquatch. However, I never mustered the courage to speak to
my brother about it. I merely acknowledged that I had encountered one, leaving it to the boys to recount the details to him. My brother, a firm believer in the existence of sasquatch inquired about my experience. They were eager to report it to someone, but the mere thought of it overwhelmed me. I couldn't bring myself to discuss what had transpired or revisit that haunting a location. My brother seemed to understand my reluctance and assured me that one day,
when I was ready, I would share my encounter with the world. He promised to be there for me, offering on wavering support. Sadly, he passed away several years ago, never having the chance to hear about my extraordinary experience. I often find myself yearning to have shared it with him, to have seen the awe and wonder in his eyes. As I recounted the encounter. In the early hours of August twenty sixth, my two cousins were driving
back home from Minnoight, taking the back roads for a quicker route. As they approached their home on Country Road seven, about two or three miles away, they noticed something peculiar. On the left side of the road in the northbound lane stood a massive, brown, hairy creature standing at a towering height of seven to eight feet. Startled, they slowed down their speed of fifty to fifty five miles per hour and tapped on the brakes. As they passed
by. In the glow of the break lights, they caught another glimpse of the creature before speeding home in a panic, reaching speeds of at least ninety miles per hour. Upon arriving at one of my cousin's houses, they woke up my uncle and shared their encounter, claiming they had seen big Foot. Skeptical, I was awakened next and dismissed their story, thinking it was a mere fabrication. However, their fear and trembling convinced me that they had indeed
witnessed something out of the ordinary. Determined to investigate, I gathered two spotlights, one with a brightness of five million and another with three point five million limens. Additionally, my uncle had a one million limen light. We asked my cousins to show us the exact location, and after they calmed down slightly, they agreed. Leaving their car behind, we hopped into my aunt's van and headed north. They guided us to the spot and I marked it by
tossing out a full water bottle. Curious about the creature's direction and any potential sightings, I asked my cousins. One of them mentioned that it might have been moving west. With this information, we turned onto Country Road six, just north of White Shield and traveled about one or two miles west before taking a northbound turn onto Country Road five. As we drove, we scanned the
cut wheat fields with our spotlights. I sat on the passenger side while my uncle drove, both of us eagerly searching for any signs of the creature. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of bright red eyes reflecting the light. Urging my uncle to stop. I realized that the creature was on all fours, moving west towards us. It eventually came to a halt and appeared to sit
down, resembling a guerrilla from the movies. We sat there, captivated for about three to five minutes, trying to comprehend the surreal sight before us. As the realization sank in that we don't have guerrillas in North Dakota, my uncle noticed two more sets of eyes behind the one we were observing. My cousins began screaming and cursing, demanding that we leave. In contact the authorities such as the police and Game and Fish Department, responding to their police We
turned around and hurriedly made our way back. Just as we were leaving, the creature stood up, prompting me to urge everyone to hasten and summon the Game and Fish Department. Upon reaching my house, my cousin called the Bureau of Indian Affairs or BIA for short, who assured us that they would inform the game warden. My uncle and I instructed my cousin to inform them that we would return to the location and wait for the game warden's arrival. While
my cousins stayed behind, my cousin's husband insisted on accompanying us. As we turned onto Country Road five, we were greeted by a pungent smell of urine and a musty, sweet and foul loader. It was not emanating from us as I checked the van's interior, which smelled better than the outside. Intrigued, we stopped and listened, noticing the headlights of a truck on Country Road
six. It turned out to be the game warden. We flagged him down, shared all the information we had gathered, and he agreed to investigate the field, heading east with the spotlights illuminating the area while conversing, my uncle suggested that we try calling out to the creature. My cousin's husband attempted a howling sound, and to our surprise, we received a faint response from the southwest, about half to one mile away. Since there were no cattle in
the vicinity, we decided to head in that direction. We stopped we believed the sound originated, rolled down the windows and listened intently. Strangely, there was complete silence, devoid of crickets, birds, or grasshoppers chirping. Disappointed, we turned back and encountered the game warden once again. We continued searching until seven am that morning, noticing the abundance of marshes and dense weeds providing apple hiding spots. The following day, we embarked on a quest to find
footprints in the cut wheat field and ditch. We discovered impressions measuring approximately fifteen inches in length and five and a half to six inches in width. We informed a BIA officer about our findings and he arrived to take photographs. The footprints pointed east, and as we tracked them, we stumbled upon three additional sets that seemed to zig zag around. After approximately thirty minutes. We traced
the footprints to a row of trees. In that area. We noticed piles of cut hay, snapped pine tree branches with oozing sap, and sunflower or tall weed stems. Curiously, there were no tall weeds nearby. We explored further and found a marsh at the end of the tree row about two hundred yards away, with similar wheat stems. On August thirty first, my uncle and I deduced a potential path of movement, speculating that the creature followed marshes
and small ponds, possibly for drinking water. To test our theory, we ventured west of White Shield and heard a low screen. A dog residing in a farmhouse nearby began barking the location where we spotted the creature and where we heard the scream, a line with our hypothesis. On September fourth, after leaving the area undisturbed for a couple of days, we returned to the spot where we believed the creature would be. Unfortunately, luck was not on our
side, as it was nowhere to be found. Thus our search or hunt came to an end. However, on September ninth, six children reported seeing a tall, black figure running on two legs heading west just half a mile north of White Shield. Intrigued, my uncle and I rushed to the location, but we found no trace of the creature. The next day, September tenth, we attempted to locate the path where it crossed, continuing our search
for signs or ideally footprints. Renowned explorer and researcher Eric James recounted a bone chilling encounter that has left an indelible mark on his life. Having been fascinated by the elusive creature known as Bigfoot since childhood, James has had numerous close encounters with the ape like being. It was in the year twenty twenty one he had a face to face encounter with not one, but two of these
colossal creatures. Reflecting on his lifelong experiences with Bigfoot, James recalled discovering massive footprints and witnessing peculiar movements of unidentified creatures in the woods during his childhood. These encounters, coupled with his most recent experience I, propelled him to dedicate
more time to researching and hunting for the legendary beast. His conviction in the existence of Bigfoot was solidified in June twenty twenty, when he traveled to eastern Washington State in the US to visit a friend who claimed to have sighted the mythical creature. Accompanied by his outdoorsman friend, James ventured into the woods to the exact location where the siding had occurred. Recounting the moment, he said, as I shot my flashlight out the window, I was astounded to see
two sets of luminous eyes staring back at us. The brilliance of their pure white glow, with little flares emanating from their shine, was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before. Because I scanned the surroundings before fixating on us, holding our gaze for several minutes, The sheer size of these creatures was discernible, even in the faint outline I could make out. Breaking the intense stare,
James managed to direct his flashlight towards the beans. As my beam illuminated their bodies, I could see their features from head to just below their knees. The side of their hair, and well defined muscles left me in oz. They swiftly disappeared into the distance, displaying an astonishing speed in an attempt to scare off the creatures. James's friend brandished a pistol, but the sound of gunfire proved futile in deterring them. The encounter had such a profound impact
on James that he claimed to have undergone an overnight transformation. A strange supernatural sensation enveloped him, transporting him back to his childhood. This marked the beginning of a series of experiences I had last summer, and they continued to this day. Only now do I feel comfortable sharing my owners. It was as if a veil had been lifted, completely altering the course of my life.
James believed that his sensitivity to the paranormal played a role in attracting these experiences, stating, I am convinced that I possess a heightened sensitivity to the supernatural, which is why all of this is happening to me. Now I am certain of my life's purpose. While driving north on Route seven on Wednesday, a man from Wanewski claims to have witnessed a creature resembling Bigfoot at dusk redu
Frain, age forty five. I had just finished visiting his daughter at Southern Vermont College and was heading back home when he spotted a tall figure standing at least six feet and weighing around two hundred and seventy pounds. Du Frain described the creature as a big black thing covered in hair from head to toe, walking in an unusual manner. Despite not being able to see its face clearly, he noticed its long arms and black fur. The creature walked towards the
woods near Glastonbury Mountain. Initially, du frame thought it was someone wearing a gorilla costume as a prank, but upon closer observation, he realized it was something else Entirely. He ruled out the possibility of it being a person due to the lack of nearby houses or abandoned cars. As an experienced hunter, do Frayne was confident that it wasn't a moose or a bear. Although he had heard of bigfoot sidings before, he had never heard of one occurring in
Vermont. Do Frayne emphasized that he was sober and mentally stable during the siding. He questioned why someone would be walking down the road in such a manner and regretted not turning back to investigate further. Upon sharing his story at work the next day, do Frayn faced ridicule from his colleagues. Lieutenant District Chief Day Hathaway from the Vermont Fish and Wildlife Department dismissed the sighting, suggesting it
was likely a black bear. Hathaway explained that black bears can stand and walk on their hind legs, although it is uncommon. Retired game Ward and Bob Mumley also believed the creature could have been a moose or a bear, as both have dark fur. Wmley mentioned that the mine often plays tricks on people, distorting their perception of what they see. Interestingly, do Frayne is not
the only person in to report strange sidings in the Bennington area. The New York Times documented an encounter in eighteen seventy nine where two hunters claimed to have seen the wild man covered in red hair. More recent accounts include footprints found in snow in nineteen eighty nine and a siding in nineteen seventy six where a woman described a creature with a muscular neck, large head, and ape like
hair. Despite the skepticism from experts, do Frayne remains convinced that he witnessed something out of the ordinary that evening on a crisp October fifteenth, nineteen ninety eight, I embarked on my final training ride before an upcoming mountain bike race. The Black Hut Management Area in Glendale, Rhode Island was my chosen destination. Accompanying me on this adventure was my loyal three year old mixed breed Shepherd lab mixed dog. The sun shine brightly and there was a cool breeze in
the air. I anticipated spending an hour or so working up a sweat as I maneuvered through the winding trails, I had to lease my dog momentarily to cross a street. Once we were across, I unhooked him and we began ascending a hill that led to a nearby chasm. This particular spot was known for attracting kids who would gather there to drink beer and have fires. Reaching the crest of the hill, I caught a glimpse of the top of the chasm, approximately fifty yards away. Out of the corner of my eye,
I noticed something peculiar. At first, it appeared to be a dirty, white blanket hanging from a small tree. However, as I approached, the object suddenly turned, revealing itself to be a creature squatting with its back to me. It swiftly stood up and vanished into the woods. I stood there in shock, unable to comprehend what I had just witnessed. From my vantage point, I could discern that the animal was either white or gray, but
heavily soiled. It bore no resemblance to a human in any way. Although I didn't see its face clearly, I observed its full rear viewed. Despite standing fairly erect, Its gate and posture resembled that of an eight Its arms were not elongated like a gorilla, and surprisingly, it was nowhere near seven feet tall. I estimated it's tied to be around six feet at most. Overwhelmed by curiosity and disbelief, I decided to retrace my path and immediately rode
to the top of the chasm. I searched for any signs of footprints or hare, but found none. Determined to investigate further, I ventured a short distance into the woods in the direction where the creature had disappeared. My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it echoing in my ears. I soon realized that the creature was nowhere in the vicinity, as my dog remained silent. Normally he would bark and give chase if there were any animals nearby,
such as foxes, coyotes, or deer. Strangely, he seemed oblivious to the presence of the creature. I detected no unusual odors in the area and noticed no broken branches to indicate its path. I shared my encounter with only a couple of people, but it wasn't until two thousand and two that I stumbled upon a hunter and a bar who had also witnessed something similar at Black Hut. He described seeing a white gorilla, albeit taller and wider than the
creature I had encountered. The fact that someone else had experienced a similar sighting in the same location intrigued. In November nineteen sixty six, in Clendon and West Virginia, a group of grave diggers had their own encounter with the unknown. While working in a cemetery, they witnessed a massive figure soaring overhead, moving swiftly from tree to tree. They described it as a brown human being.
This marked the first reported sighting of what would later become known as the Mothman, a mysterious creature that continues to baffle those who catch a glimpse of it. Just three days after the grave diggers sighting, two couples in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, spotted a white wing creature standing in front of their car. Eyewitnesses described it as being six or seven feet tall, with bright
red ice spaced six inches apart and a wingspan of ten feet. The creature seemed to avoid the car's headlights and could fly at incredible speeds, possibly up to one hundred miles per hour, Although it appeared clumsy on the ground, It pursued their vehicle through the air before disappearing into a nearby field. Initially met with skepticism, the mothman sightings and Point Pleasant gain traction as more reports flooded, and over the following year, the legend of the mothman began to
take shape, with additional sightings documented in local papers. Even volunteer firefighters claimed to have seen a large bird with large red eyes. One resident, Newell Partridge, experienced strange patterns on his television screen one night, followed by an eerie sound outside his home. When he shined a flashlight in the direction of the noise, he spotted two red eyes resembling bicycle reflectors, staring back at
him. This incident as particularly notable as it allegedly led to the disappearance of Partridge's dog, fueling the belief that the fearsome creature was responsible. Tragedy struck on December fifteenth, nineteen sixty seven, when the Silver Bridge and Point Pleasant collapse, resulting in the deaths of forty six people. The bridge, originally built in nineteen twenty eight, succumb to a cracked eyebar, causing it to crumble and plunge cars and pedestrians into the icy waters of the Ohio River.
This catastrophic event occurred just over a year after the first mothman sighting, leaving many to wonder if there was a connection between the creature and the bridges collapse. While mothman sightings were first reported in America in nineteen sixty six, reports of similar creatures in other countries date back even earlier. In China and early January nineteen twenty six, several people witnessed a figure resembling the mothman, referred
to as the Man Dragon. Shortly after these sightings, these I and T Dam collapsed, resulting in the loss of over fifteen thousand lives. The correlation between the sightings and the tragic event left villagers in all. To this day, the Mothman remains an enigma, captivating the imaginations of those who encounter it.
Whether it's a wide, apelike creature in the woods of Rhode Island or a wing being with glowing red eyes in West Virginia, these sightings continue to fuel speculation and intrigue, leaving us to wonder about the mysteries that lie beyond our understanding. Stay tuned for more sasquat Yodyssey will be right back after these messages. Around two thirty nine pm in the afternoon, Missus Hibert was in
the back bedroom of the ca opening the blinds. To her surprise, she spotted a massive, hairy creature standing upright on top of the hill, approximately fifty to seventy yards away. She immediately alerted mister Hybrid, who quickly grabbed his digital camera and rushed outside to capture a picture of the creature. As he walked around the back corner of the cabin preparing his camera, he noticed the creature had noticed him and frozen its tracks. In order to make space
for new pictures. Mister Hybrid had to delete several images from his SD card Eventually he managed to take two pictures of the creature, but when he looked down at the camera, it had vanished, only to reappear fifteen minutes later near the woodpile. This mysterious creature was peering at Mister Hybrid from the tree line beside a path. It stood at least ten feet tall and had an
incredibly massive build, estimated to be twice the size of the witness. In total, three pictures were taken, all from the back of the cottage, capturing the hill from the top of the propane tank cabinet. This thing stood perfectly still for what felt like five minutes. I turned my head for a split second and it was gone. In the following weeks, the cabin experienced some unusual occurrences. Screens were either pushed in or torn off from certain windows.
Concerned about their safety, the witnesses reported the encounter and new list geared on April twenty eighth, two thousand and nine. They provided the officer with three digitally transferred pictures, a written report, and their contact information. However, the officer found it difficult to believe their story and even laughed, asking if they were serious. A game warden and several biologists were called to investigate
the cabin. They stayed for several days, examining the area and taking pictures. Surprisingly, they decided to remain even after the witnesses had left. Eventually, in twenty ten, the witnesses made the decision to sell the cabin due to missus Hibbert's increasing discomfort and fear. They suspect that the cabin has since been demolished. Interestingly, during a previous visit to the cabin in the summer of two thousand and four, the witnesses were away at two am by deep
penetrating ground thuds. It felt as if someone was lifting and pounding a massive boulder onto the ground, causing the entire landscape to shake. This continued for about twenty minutes, with random intervals of ten or fifteen hits to the ground. The witness stayed awake, making coffee and waiting until dawn. In two thousand and six, after lending the cabin to a group of local friends for hunting season, the witnesses received reports of two black or dark blue helicopters flying
low and circling the area for several days and nights. It was clear that these helicopters were not part of any game related activities such as Raby's cube drops. This occurred in the fall of two thousand and six, and it is believed that the helicopters were searching for someone or something. Interestingly, that year, no one received a moose tag, which was highly unusual. The following year, in two thousand seven, three large boulders mysteriously appeared on the road
at the bottom of the hill leading to the top of the lake. It seemed as though these boulders had been rolled down the hill and deliberate they placed there. Remarkably, one of these boulders remained in place until twenty ten, as people began to drive around it rather than removing it. They say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay. I don't want to
feel we're all out that trying to try to try everything. Color right back, right back, joy for me. Your stay right there, I'm coming right away, said yuss side stout time, don't bout boot for pay, can call me boss and stasisssss.