Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just cause my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw is my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was? Or was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Chraice, you better hello, get somebody out here when I'm out there. I thought of a biture about text forty nine. I don't know easy out there, Yep, I'm booking right ay. Summer camp was always a special time for me. It was my own personal vacation I got to go to to get away
from my everyday life. I know, I was fifteen. What did I have to worry about? I had no adult responsibilities. I didn't have a boss, and I didn't have to pay any bills. What would I need to escape from. Well, it wasn't that that I was excited to leave behind. It was my parents. Now, don't get me wrong, my
parents were great. I never suffered any abuse, but they worked stressful jobs and they never got to see each other, and when they did, the discussions always turned animated, and eventually they turned to even louder disagreements with each other. On the rare occasions that my parents were home to get I just headed to my room and put on my headphones to drown out the noise.
I always wondered why they didn't just get a divorce. It seemed they never agreed on anything, especially me. Decisions would be made about what I was and was allowed to do, and they always contradicted each other. So this is why I always look forward to sleep away camp. I got to hang out with my friends, stay out at the lake as long as we could, and just be out and be one with nature. I always felt like that's where I belonged, and I was anticipating my eighteenth birthday more and more
so that I could make that my full time life. The day they dropped me off, it was warm and sunny. I ran up to meet my friends and we went out to the main hall, as we always did, to hear from our main camp leader about the activities we would be doing and to introduce ourselves to the camp counselors. The rules were always the same,
so we never really paid much attention. I was excited to learn, however, that one of our new camp councilors would be taking us out into the woods to have dinner around the fire instead of staying in the cabin that we were assigned to. My best friend Jeremy and I always got to bunk together, so we got assigned to sleep in the same tent. We celebrated silently as we gathered our things to take to our respective cabins. The day of the camp out was long and hot. We did many activities, and the
countdown to dusk seemed like forever. Our counselor blew the whistle loudly. As the sun finally began to sink lower into the sky and the temperature began to drop, we all gathered around in a large bunch with the other campers to hear what was coming next. Finally, the instructions for the camp out were given out. Don't wander too far from the camp circle, don't do anything to destroy property, and don't use the woods as your personal bathroom. Use
the designated bathrooms instead. We all decidedly ran to our cabins and grabbed what we needed. We met back up with the counselor and the other kids to head off into the woods. It was amazing. The air in the woods seemed different than the air back in the cabins. It smelled like a home like freedom. As we walked to Jeremy found a large spider web in the tree and he pretended like he was going to grab the spider that was waiting for its next meal and throw it on me. I shoved him hard and
we walked on. The sun sank lower and lower as we finally made it to the pre made fire circle, which was about a half a mile into the woods. We all set up our tents and the counselor started a fire and laid out things for dinner and s'mores for dessert. The stars were bright that night against the deep purple sky. The fire cracked and we ate heartily, and then we began making our s'mores. Then, of course, it was time for scary stories, because after all, who doesn't tell frightening tails
around the fire in the dark. I was silently laughing to myself as the girls all gasp as the stories were told. As I listened to the counselor tell one of his made up ghost stories, I heard footsteps fall behind us. I dismissed it and chalked it up to just being in the woods and smaller animals walking around, all the while noting how heavy the footsteps actually were.
These didn't sound like your typical raccoon footsteps. These were large. I got Jeremy's attention and motioned for him to listen for the footsteps, but of course, in typical fashion, he lightly shoved my shoulder, believing that I was only trying to scare him. But that wasn't the case at all. Before we turned in for the night, I had to go to the bathroom. The counselor said that I could, but that we were on a buddy
system and I had to take Jeremy with me along with our flashlights. Jeremy ribbed me the whole way, saying that he would hold my hand and keep me safe. What a joy. Nonetheless, we walked for the porter potty as I was finishing it up and cleaning my hands, Jeremy started pounding on the side of the toilet. Jeez, man, hold on, I'm almost finished, I yelled. You probably shouldn't have had that third chili dog. Jeremy continued to bang on the side. Perturbed. I opened the door,
and that's when I saw Jeremy's face. He was as pale as the moon that glowed in the sky. He was looking into the woods, and he was shaking. Jeremy was the type who never seemed to fear anything, so seeing him like this made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to snap him out of it. To find out what was wrong. Bear, big tall bear, he finally said. His flashlight was pointed at a tree a little ways from us.
That's when I saw it. Briefly, it would move just enough to where I could see the tufts of hair around the tree, but then it would jerk back around so it wasn't visible anymore. I stood there, confused because that didn't really seem like a bear behavior. Never in nature had I heard of any bear accounts where they would play peekaboo around a tree. We both stood there, frozen, staring at the tree. After a few minutes of not seeing anything, we both decided to quickly make our way back, being
sure not to run. The group was still sitting around by the fire when we got back. The councilor seemed to since something was wrong because we weren't our regular jovial cells, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at us. Before we went into our tent for the night, he pulled us off to the side and asked us what was wrong and what had happened.
He was a nice guy, and I didn't want to ruin his first camp out as a counselor, so Jeremy and I came up with this BS story on a whim of how we had just scared each other as we walked along to the bathroom. After he was appeased, we hustled into our tent and quickly zipped the door closed. He felt as safe as we could in a polyester tint. Once we were sure that the counselor was out of earshot, we talked and made a plan just in case we heard something else. We
agreed that we weren't going to keep both flashlights on. I would keep mine on, and we would save the battery in his and keep it off. I have never felt more uneasy in the woods. The sounds around us were normal crickets chirping, but all the while, having just experienced what we did, it now seemed so unnerving. We laid there in silence forever, it seemed, not talking, only listening to the sounds around us. Finally we drifted off to sleep, but it was asleep that would be short lived,
as I was awoken by heavy footfalls. Once again. I listened intently to the direction from where they were coming. To my horror, they were coming from the same direction as the port of To keep myself from completely freaking out, I told myself it was just the counselor coming back from using the restaurant that I needed to chill out. I tend to overthink everything, and I
told myself that this situation was no different. I kept waiting to hear the zipper of his tent clothes, but it never did, and I still heard the footsteps. I shook Jeremy awake and told him what happened. Obviously, he was irritated that I'd woken him up, and he told me to put my headphones on and go back to sleep. The quicker we go back to sleep, the quicker morning will come and we can leave, he said.
The counselor's tent isn't too far from ours, and I'm sure if it was something that he thought was threatening, it would come out and look around. I listened to what he said, and even though they were spewed out in fear and frustration, they were comforting. He was probably right anyway, and this was just me overthinking. So I put on my headphones and turned my music up, drowning out all the sounds around us. The crickets chirping ceased,
and I finally found myself drifting off to sleep again. I don't know how long I'd been asleep, but I was violently awakened by Jeremy. It's outside our tent. Something's outside our tent, he says. His eyes were wide as saucers. I quickly woke up and jerked my headphones off of my ears and listened. You could hear it by the fire ring the food. The smell must have brought it in. We thought it was a bear, but bears don't always walk on two feet. They primarily walk on all fours.
But this was clearly something heavy, and it was on two feet. We heard it gruff and snored as it picked up what could only be an empty chip bag and smelled it. It crumbled the bag and tossed it away. Whatever this was walked closer, and then we saw the shadow of this beast creep up onto our tent. This was no bear, and then I knew we were in deep shit. Why wasn't the counselor coming out. Didn't he hear this thing? How could he and the other camper sleep through this.
It's not like this thing was being quiet. Then it occurred to me that maybe they were awake and hearing all this, they were just too afraid to come out and say anything. What do we do, Jeremy whispered as he looked around the side of the tent. I had no idea. I didn't know what to do. We didn't have any weapons, we didn't even have bear spray, and we were only fifteen. Even though we knew this wasn't a bear, I couldn't help but think that if we had had bear
spray, maybe it would have worked. But we just sat there in silence with this thing walking around. Finally it found the trash can. We heard it throw the heavy metal lid on the ground. It made a loud thud, and I knew then that if the counselor and the other campers weren't before, they had to be now. I made my way to the door of the tent and I grabbed Jeremy by the shirt. What the hell are you doing, he said angrily. I didn't say anything, but as silently as
I could, I slowly began to unzip the tent. My mind screamed at me, asking the exact same question that Jeremy had just asked. I was scared, but I was also curious. One of my downfalls and many of the things my parents argued about curiosity kills the cat echoed through my mind. But I had to know. My heart was in my throat. But I continue to unzip the tent. I wasn't going to open it all the way, of course, I was curious, not stupid. I opened it just
enough to see what it was, and I quickly regretted my decision. I saw a large, tall, hulking creature bent over the trash can, rummaging through the leftover from dinner and s'mores. It threw out the empty bag of marshmallows, empty box of gram crackers, and then the empty bag from the hot dog buns. It kept digging until it reached the bottom of the can and finally found some half eaten hot dogs and chili. I watched it as it scooped it up and put it in its mouth. The hands on this
thing were as big as baseball gloves. I couldn't see too much, but what I did see was more than enough to ensure that I would be haunted by this sight for the rest of my life. I looked around, and that's when I saw the counselor had done the same thing as I did. He had unzipped his tint a little more than me, and I could see that a fourth of his face was peeking out. Yep, we're screwed, I whispered to Jeremy. The counselor isn't doing anything but looking through his tents
zipper too. What is it? Jeremy asked, curious, but too afraid to move. I didn't know what to tell him because I didn't know what I was looking at. I hadn't heard of bigfoot before this. Just as quickly as this beast had made it into our camp. It left just the same, walking in the direction of the creek. The ground shook as it walked away, luckily leaving only the mess from the trash can behind. I sent the tent and Jeremy and I stayed awake for the rest of the night.
I was sure the camp counselor did the same. I did hate it for him. It was his first camp out in the woods with us, and now, just like me, he would be traumatized and afraid to do this again. As soon as the sun broke over the horizon, we all cautiously came out of our tents and looked around. The councilor picked up the trash, put it back in the can, and closed the lid without saying a word. We all helped him clean up the area around camp, and
we packed up to go. Jeremy and I talked quietly amongst ourselves on the way back about what had happened. The girl seemed just as quiet, which was very odd. We wondered if they had seen and heard the same thing that we had. Later that night, before bed, the counselor pulled us aside and confided in us what he had seen. He apparently saw us peeking out of our tent as well. We agreed that we were all going to keep this to ourselves. I thought that was the best option. No one
would believe us anyway. They would just chalk it up to us having overactive imaginations, and the counselor would probably lose his job. Jeremy and I grew closer that summer, and we formed a good relationship with the counselor as well. No one spoke about that night after we all parted ways. Fast forward to today, and I'm now twenty two years old. After I graduated high school, I became a park ranger and I'm always on high alert when I'm
in the woods. I become more knowledgeable in everything that there is to know about the woods, even those things that aren't supposed to to exist. I took that sleep away camp as a learning experience that I've carried with me throughout my life. Jeremy and I are still best friends. He's also a park ranger too. And stay tuned for mor sasquatch Ot to see We'll be right
back after these messages. Human looking creatures seen by the locals. Giovaldo Coritiana, a twenty seven year old Indian says there is no doubt that the Mappinguari is real. He claims to have seen one about three years ago as he was hunting in the jungle near an area that his tribe calls the Cave of the Mappinguari. It was coming towards the village, making a big noise, he said in a recent interview on the tribe's reservation in the western Amazon.
It stopped when it got near me. That's when the bad smell made me dizzy and tired. I fainted and when I came to the Mappingwari was gone. Caritiana's father, Lucas, confirmed the account. He said that when his son took him back to the side of the encounter, he saw a clear pathway where the creature had departed. He said it looked as if a boulder
had rolled through the area and knocked down all the trees and vines. Another witness, seventy year old a Jayo Battista Acevedo, says that he saw a Mappingwari twenty years ago after a forty five day canoe ride to the nearest village. I was working down by the river when I heard a scream, A horrible scream. Suddenly, something that looked like a man came out of the forest, all covered in air. He was walking on two legs, and thank god he did not come towards us. I will always remember that day.
Reputed to be the wildest, rarest, most mysterious, and terrifying denizen of the rain, Nearly every Indian tribe in these regions has a word for this creature, which can usually be translated to the roaring animal or to the fetid animal. Its most common name is the mappingwari, but it's also known as the capellobo juma, or simply beecho for beast. Descriptions of the beast also vary widely. The body of a giant bear, the backward turned claw
feet like those of a giant armadillo. The face appears to be monkey or even human like, trailing a cloud of flying beetles, and a roar like endless thunder. In some areas, the creature is said to have had two eyes, while other accounts talk of it only having one, like the Cyclops of Greek mythology. Some versions mention a gaping, stinking mouth in the monster's belly, through which it consumes humans. Unfortunate enough to cross its path.
Some legends even attribute its power to the supernatural, and even speech. Classic stories describe it as a werewolf like Indian shaman who discovered the secret of immortality but paid for it by being transformed into a horrible monster. To see it is to come face to face with the devil himself, but all accounts agree
that the creature is tall two meters or about seven feet. Its upright bulk disconcertingly human like when it stands on two legs, it emits a strong, extremely nauseating and disabling smell, like garlic and fetid peckory, and that it has thick, matted, red or black fur covering a hard exoskeleton that makes it all but impervious to bullets and arrows. Though the physical descriptions of the Mappingwari may resemble the sasquatch of North America or the yetty of Himalayan lore,
the comparison stopped there. Unlike gets counterparts elsewhere, the creature does not flee from human contact, but aggressively hunts down the hunter, turning the tables on those who do not respect the jungle's unwritten rules and limits. Often, the map Inguari gets revenge on people who transgress, who go where they shouldn't go, or harvest more animals or plants than they can consume, or set cruel traps, says Marcio Souza, a prominent Brazilian novelist and playwright who lives in
the Monals and often draws on Amazon history and folklore in his works. The folklore here is full of tales of close encounters with this Bigfoot of the Amazon. Stories so widespread and so consistent in their details that in recent years a few scientists have organized expeditions to try to find it. One in particular, David Orn, a Harvard and Yale trained biologist and ornithologist, thinks the fabled monster is not only real, but actually a living species of giant ground sloth.
Believed to be extinct for eight thousand years. The giant sloth or Megatherium, was one of the largest mammals to walk the earth, bigger than an elephant. These ground sloths were members of the South American group Zanarthra, which contains modern tree sloths, anteaters, and armadillos. Fossil evidence is abundant and widespread in South America, having been found as far south as Chile and as
far north as Florida. It is quite clear to me that the legend of the mappinguari is based on human contact with the latest of these ground Sauce, says Orrin, former director of research at the Gelbi Institute in Blam at the mouth of the Amazon River. We know that these extinct species can survive as legends for hundreds of years, but whether such an animal still exists or not is another question. Orn is not the first sign to reach this conclusion.
In the late eighteen hundreds, an Argentinian paleontologists named Florento Amegino took an eyewitness story of a strange creature seen in southern Patagonia to also be an indication of a living groundsloth. Indeed, it wouldn't be the first time a creature previously assumed extinct by scientists yet familiar to locals was found alive in Kicking about twenty five years ago. The Chocowan pekerey was seemingly a mythical animal thought to have
gone extinct within the last few hundred years. But against all odds, this very large species of South American pekerey was discovered very much alive in Paraguay. Indeed, an even larger and hence so called giant peckory was discovered in Brazil in two thousand. New species are being discovered in this part of the world with great frequency, so much so that no less than ten species of monkeys
were discovered in the Amazon in the last decade. Given that a lot of the Amazon, the greatest expanse of rainforest in the world, remains unexplored, especially one that's rich in groundslaw fossils, is it so hard to believe that such beasts could still live there unknown to science. The basis for Oran's hypothesis is largely down to first hand accounts from a couple of hundred people who claim to have seen the mappingari and a handful who say they've had direct contact with
them. Amazon dwellers year after year described to him stories of mothers with offspring, their seasonal movements to find water, and even what their feces looked like. But it is not just anecdotal evidence that he's collected. Orn has taken video footage of clawed trees taped to what he believes are creatures, minute long thunderous roars, and made molds of large round footprints with backward facing claws.
He's also collected hare and twenty two pounds of feces, which are undergoing analysis, and is hoping the DNA in the hare can be compared to the DNA from the blood of living sloths. At this point to the fact that nearly every Indian tribe in the Amazon, including those who have had no contact with each other, have a word for these creatures, and that their descriptions are
so remarkably similar that it can't be a coincidence. Glenn Shepherd, Junior, an American ethnobiologist an anthropologist based in the Manals and the Central Amazon, said he had been among the skeptics who considered the mappingwari a rural legend until nineteen ninety seven, when he was doing research among the Michigana people of the far
western Amazon in Peru. Tribal members he questioned there about local wildlife all mentioned a fearful slothlike creature that inhabited a hilly forested area in the U territory. The mysterious death of a handyman from a small village near the town of Siwa Tepeke in Honduras has caused numerous rumors that a chupacabra killed him. A farmer's assistant was found dead in February of twenty nineteen after being attacked by a mysterious
animal who sucked all of his blood out. Details of the incident are known only from the words of their neighbors. They say that the handyman got tired after a busy day of work and decided to take a break. He lay down in the shade of a tree next to the stones and took off his shoes. The unfortunate man did not notice that next to his resting place was the whole of some animal, and when he settled next to it, an
unidentified animal jumped out of the hole and firmly gripped his bare foot. The animal didn't just bite the man, It began to suck the blood out of him, and soon the worker died from blood loss, right there on the spot. The corpse of the man was found later that night by his family when they became worried after he did not come home from work and they went out to look for him. According to his relatives, the body of the deceased was pale. There was a single drop of blood left in it.
No further details of this case are currently known. In two thousand and nine, in the district of Asparta, an unidentified predator killed fifteen sheep. Local farmers immediately blamed the chupacabra for their death. In May twenty seventeen, something killed more than thirty five domestic animals in the village of Monterey, and the locals were very scared. In April of twenty nineteen, several farmers stated that
a chupacabra killed thirty of their cows in less than a month. Less than a month later, in March of twenty nineteen, another person died in the same way. The deceased was a young man named Jovanni, who went to a party in the city and laid in the ear evening. He had returned to his village, but he never came home for three days. Frightened relatives search for the young man throughout the district and finally found his lifeless body in
an inaccessible mountainous area not far from his native village. Those who found his body immediately became puzzled by how he got there in the first place. There were no paths that led to the area. As they began to inspect the body to understand what he died from. To their whore, they realized that there was no blood in the body at all. Something had drained him completely
of blood, just like the farmer before. There was nothing strange noted around the body, and there were no traces of any wild animals in the area. As one can imagine, residents of the region are on edge following this second puzzling death, and remarks made by a veterinarian brought in to consult on the livestock cases are likely to only exacerbate their fears. The veterinarian observed that whatever killed these animals left no evidence behind, yet it managed to enter a
well protected area and seemed to strike its victims with remarkable precision. The massive amount of blood seemingly consumed by this predator left the veterinarian baffled as to what kind of creature could be behind these attacks, and remarkably, he ultimately mused
that we think this may be a supernatural being. The phenomenon of the cupcabra has been associated with the vampiro demacha from February of nineteen seventy five, when a Puerto Rican legend tells of fifteen cows, three goats, two geese and a pig that were found with puncture marks in the Rocha Barrio suburbs of Maca. Later autopsies showed that the blood had been drained from their bodies. The
incident made headlines and police blamed the animal deaths on stray dogs. When a cow was found dead with the similar marks on the skull, a newspaper called the phenomenon El vampio demaca. A series of isolated attacks took place on the island from nineteen ninety two until nineteen ninety five. In March of nineteen ninety five, there was a supposed Chipcabra incident where eight sheep were found dead.
Their bodies were completely intact, but their blood had been drained. Their only visible wounds were puncture marks in their chest and