A Bigfoot Ghost Haunts Oregon Woman

truck driver. It wasn't out of the ordinary for me to ride along with him in the truck for the day, or for my mom and I to join him occasionally when he had to camp out in the woods because of work. I was a preteen at the time time and my mom and I joined my dad for a few days while he was working in the Marble Mountains. This encounter took place there. It was thirty five miles out of Fort Jones, California, with my dad working as

a log truck driver. Anyone who knows anything about that knows it isn't unusual for those guys to be in bed by seven pm and get up at three am or earlier to start the day. At around midnight, my parents were asleep and I was reading a book with my reading light and the camp trailer. What took place next changed me for the rest of my life. I was reading my book and I got a whiff of the famous foul smell everyone who has had an encounter knows about. The next thing I noticed was that the

frogs and the crickets had gone dead silent. I knew there was a predator of some sort in the area, and I decided to shut off my light and take a look out the window to see what I could see. I got extremely lucky that night, as it was a full moon and it lit the woods up like daytime. I grew up in the era of the movie Harry and the Hendersons, and this got me obsessed with Bigfoot at a very young age. And when I picked out the window, I knew exactly what I was looking at.

Fifty feet away, I saw the outline of a bipedal creature. He was just sitting back observing, but I could tell that he had places to be. I'm sure he was making a judgment on if it was safe to go on about his business. He was carrying a dead deer, probably to feed himself and his family, and I watched him cross the clearing behind our camp trailer, and he crossed the logging road and then he strided up a

steep bank like it was nothing. I didn't mention anything to my parents because my dad doesn't believe in bigfoot. But the next morning I took my dad's tape measure and I measured from the ground to a branch on the tree where I saw his head roughly. I granted I'm not an expert by any means, but I guesstimated him to be probably eight feet tall. There were some footprints and they were eighteen inches long and seven inches wide.

Later that day, one of his coworkers and good friends showed up and said they found giant footprints at their camp site. They also found the fur of a deer that looked like it had been peeled right off the meat, just like you would tear a paper towel in the middle. The next day, my dad didn't have to work, so he and my mom and I joined some of his coworkers and their families at the nearby lake three miles

up the road. There was a group of maybe twenty people, and everyone was fishing and visiting and hanging out and enjoying the day, and nothing happened until twilight. This is when I feel like we crossed over into their territory by the lake. As the sun was going down, we all started hearing tree knocks and getting closer and closer from all directions. And after that came the growls and the whoops and the house. And when that didn't scare us off, that's when the rocks started being tossed in

our direction. I'm talking big, old, many boulders. One actually almost hit another kid who was around the same age as me, and it only missed him by maybe six inches. That's when everyone decided to load up their stuff and get the hell out of there. My mom and I left the next day, while my dad and his co workers had to stay up there another week or so. My dad said no one had any other encounters, but the rest of the time they were there, no one

went back to the lake. The only thing the workers reported was what they found, more footprints and heard more wood knocking and howling in whoop sounds Story number two. It was two thousand and nine and I was twenty five years old, living in Applegate, Oregon. Ironically enough, I was on my way to see the famous Bigfoot Trap. I had known about it since I was kid, and I was technically a local. I just never had the

curiosity to check it out. But that day I was bored, I had the day off, and there was nothing to do, so naturally, I set off on an adventure in the outdoors. The Bigfoot Trap, located in Applegate, is kind of an icon around these parts. It was built in the nineteen seventies by a research team. Obviously, they weren't successful in trapping a bigfoot in it. You can easily google the directions on how to get there or see pictures of it.

But to my knowledge, because it had become such a tourist attraction and was becoming dilapidated, the Forest Service actually decided to restore it. So hey, I thought that was pretty cool in itself. I reached the trap and did my investigation, and I checked it out, and I crawled inside it, and I looked around, and there wasn't anything super special about it. It was just a wooden box with a green grated slide mechanism for a door. It was just a normal day in the forest with all

the forest critters making their noises. Birds were chirping away and frogs were croaking. And when I knew there was about an hour and a half left of daylight, I decided to head back to my car because it would take about that long to get back to the Heart Heart Heart Tish Picnic Heart Tish Picnic and parking area. Ooh, I had trouble getting one out. When I turned around,

I knew I was no longer alone. At first, I thought it might have been other hikers, but this was a day in the middle of the week, and I hadn't seen other human beings the entire four hours that I had been there. Everyone has heard that Bigfoot can malk other animals. Well, I can tell you that is one hundred percent accurate. I heard whistling, but my train

tears knew it wasn't. They weren't close enough to me to smell yet, but the complete silence was enough to alert me to what I knew was present and watching me. I picked up a stick and hit the tree next to me three times, and it didn't surprise me when I got a response. And after that, I said loud enough for them to hear. All right, guys, I know you're there, I'm not a threat, and I'm headed out of here anyway. I heard two more whistles behind me, and I started to walk out of there at a slow,

steady pace. I was afraid of going too fast because I didn't want to trigger their predator instinct to chase me. As I walked along, I heard branches snapping directly behind me and off to the side, and I knew there was more than one. I proceeded further and I heard a third one come up on the other side. And the more of them that I hurt surround me, the more freaked out I got. But I just kept moving forward. I just knew my little nigh one millimeter wouldn't protect

me if the situation were to go south. The forest going through here isn't super dense, and you can catch occsual things through the trees. I'm pretty sure it was comical to watch me walking and trying to remain calm as I talked to them and tried to see them as non threatening as possible. I think they have a sense of humor and like to mess with us humans very often. And now eleven years later, I think that is what this trio was doing. I was scared, and

I was nervous, but I didn't feel threatened. I never got to see the one behind me, but I had a feeling that he was the pack leader, so to speak. I got a peak of the two on the other side of me, though. The first one was to my right, and it looked younger than the others, and the sounds it made were quieter by comparison. I got a mischievous vibe from this creature. It wasn't more than six feet tall, and it had wide shoulders, and it looked around four

hundred pounds. Maybe that was a small female. I saw the second one on my left a whole lot better. I don't think he was trying to hide anyway, because he was a good sized one and he was not shy in the slightest. He was only maybe twenty yards from me of that, and I stopped, and I turned my head and I said to him, easy, big guy, I see you, and I respect you. He and I made eye contact, and I gazed at him for roughly

thirty seconds. His hair was black, and he was at least seven and a half feet tall and four feet at the shoulders, and I'm guessing he was seven to eight hundred pounds, and while we were doing a stare down, he stepped forward to let me know that he was not afraid of me, and in response, I repeated my words and continued to walk toward my car. They stayed with me for probably another five minutes and proceeded with their business once they figured out I was not a threat.

I thank them for the escort and protection, whether that is what they were doing or not. And when I was only five hundred feet from my car, they disappeared back into the forest. I kind of regret not being able to see the third one, but I knew he was behind me. I was doing everything I could to not make them mad or put them on alert, and that's why I didn't turn around to look at him. Something told me that would have been a mistake. All right.

Here is her story number three. It was October of twenty fifteen and hunting season was in I was thirty years old at the time, and the location was in the middle of the woods in no man's land out of Prospect, Oregon. I was by myself and going to use my usual hunting spot that my family and close friends had frequented for three generations. It was early in the morning, between five and six AM, and I was

sitting up in a tree stand looking for wildlife. I was armed with a Remington three to eight with a scope. Based on my past experiences, I was alert to any sign of bigfoot that might be in the area. But as I spent the day up in the stand, scanning the area and looking for any sign of game, without any luck. I was comforted by the sounds of the birds and the other animals, knowing if something dangerous were nearby,

they would have gone quiet. By now, night was coming upon me quickly, and I decided to head back to camp, which was less than a half a mile away, And when I got there, I found nothing out of the ordinary, and still no sign of any predators or bigfoot. The first night was quiet, and I heard some wood knocking and chirps, so I knew they were nearby, But the

night went smoothly and without any problems. On day two, I went back to my tree stand and had a day like the one before, with little on both the wildlife and the bigfoot fronts. But that night I got a little entertainment the woodknocks and the chirps were louder, and they were closer, and I could hear them chatter

amongst themselves. I figured there were at least three of them based on the different tones and sounds of the chatter, and again based on past experience, I thought it couldn't hurt to let them know that I was there, that I was only trying to get some food, and that I was not a threat. It may have helped me because even though I caught one of their outlines among the trees in the light of my fire, I knew they were just watching me, and the night went smoothly.

Day three was the same, but by the time I got back to my camp later in the day, it had been destroyed. The food I had hanged up in the trees was gone, and they had gotten into my ice chest and all its contents were gone or spread out over my campsite, and the rest of my items were knocked over and scattered every and when I saw my tent had been wrecked and shredded, I got pretty hiked off and I yelled at them, and I told them it wasn't the right thing to do, since I

didn't mean them any harm. Looking back, their destruction of my camp was probably a warning to get out. Of course, I didn't take the hint, and I stayed the night anyway. The third night progressed and the situation escalated. The wooddocks

were my first warning. They were loud and hard and aggressive, and they were constant, like every ten minutes, and they got closer and closer, and when that didn't scare me off, they started throwing rocks, and they came from all directions at me, and they were mixed in with the occasional small logs and large branches. I yelled at them again and told them to stop, and I reminded them that they had destroyed all my gear besides my sleeping bag,

and when morning came that I would be gone. I had to sound as confident as I could, but I won't lie. I was pretty scared. With me yelling at them and telling them to back off. They got silent for a little while, just long enough for me to fall into a good sleep, and then a couple hours

later they started throwing rocks again. They were even closer than before, and I knew I was surrounded, and I fired a warning shot with my pistol, and I told them to back off, and after that I heard growls and chatter that vibrated through my whole body, and I told them to back off again and thought I would

be heading out at first light. They went silent again, just long enough for me to fall back asleep one more time, and then my blaring alarm clock woke me up just as the sun was shining its first rays into the dark sky, and as I fumbled to turn it off, I heard the thudding of huge, pounding footsteps coming right at me, and I silenced the alarm, and when I looked in the direction of the steps, I saw the largest bigfoot I had ever seen coming straight

at me. Now I might be exaggerating because of how scared I was, but this one was ten feet tall or taller, and his shoulders were five or six feet wide, and he was easily over eight hundred pounds. He was a big one. I felt the whole forests vibrate as he came at me, and I fired two warning shots

to get him to stop, but he didn't. I grabbed my rifle and I started heading down the hill to my car, and it was parked on the main road and at least a mile away, and I waddled as fast as I could go, because, to be honest, I'm a fat woman, and my ass doesn't run. You go, girl, She's a fat woman and she ain't running. The tree branches were cracking and snapping as this guy mowed down through the forest behind me, pushing and scaring me out.

I knew he was going slow, because he could have caught up with me in just a few strides if he wanted to. When I was halfway to my car, I had had enough and I stopped and I turned around, and amazingly enough, he stopped too. I pulled my rifle out and had him in the crosshairs of my scope, right dead on his forehead in the center. I had a clear shot, and I looked into his eyes and I saw nothing but rage and anger that I was there, even though I wasn't a threat to him and his

family by any means. I was just about to pull the trigger when I heard another boom coming from my side, and I stole a horrified look to my right and I saw another one, just as angry and pissed off as the other guy, and he was coming right at me. I thought I was a goner for sure. I did the only thing I could do. I strapped my rifle back on my shoulder and I started running as fast as I could go. And all I could hear was the stomps of their thunderous steps and the shape of

the damn earth under my feet. It felt like an eternity. But I finally reached my car. I couldn't open the door fast enough, and as I got inside, I saw both of them at the edge of the tree line. And that's when the loudest, must fearsome growl and howl i've ever heard reverberated through the entire forest, and I swear it made my heart skip a beat and I felt like I was having a minor heart attack. They let me live that day, even though they could have

easily taken me out in nothing flat. I've been going to this hunting spot every year my entire life, and I never saw signs of Bigfoot being in that area. My friends and family didn't report anything strange either, And over the last decade or more, the wildlife has changed. And what I mean by that is the last successful hunting trip any of us had was over ten years ago.

I've not seen any type of game animal in this spot for you years, I haven't even seen a bear or a cougar, and the only signs of wildlife for the birds and the small rodents and in by nearly thirty years of going here, this was the first time I had ever noticed signs of bigfoot, and it makes me think that they must have put a claim on this area as their territory. Recently, I haven't been back to that spot, nor will I ever go back. This encounter is scared to live in daylights out of me,

and I'm not sharing my encounter to scare people. I'm sharing it because my story should add some first hand insight that bigfoot are not little puppies and kittens. They can be aggressive and territorial, and if they feel the need, they can take a human out with no problem. I know I'm not the only person on Earth who has had terrifying encounters like this, but I'm still afraid to

reveal what happened to me to anyone. I want to warn people about spending time out here, but knowing they won't believe me, I won't bother and now here is her fourth and last story. As if this hasn't been exciting enough so far. She's got another story, so let's do it. Let's do this. I lived in central Ohio for several years and I frequented a cemetery in the local area, Teresa's Cemetery. You had to hide down a

driveway about a mile. The cemetery closes at dusk, and the cops patrol it because of its reputation and the rituals that have taken place here. I've had several types of encounters in this cemetery, but those are stories for another time, So for now, I want to tell you about the bigfoot ghost. The first time I saw this ghost was on my first visit to the cemetery. It was nighttime and I was there with three friends who had each grown up visiting and frequenting the cemetery on

a regular basis. I was walking around and shining my flashlight and reading the headstones, and I could hear footsteps of a large creature nearby in the woods. I shined my flashlight into the trees, but I didn't see anything. My friends and I were spread apart throughout the cemetery and not really close to each other, and none of them were big enough to make that much noise. I continued to walk around and read the headstones, and I

could hear this bigfoot tromping through the trees. I could hear it breathing heavy and staying in the shadows, and it followed me. I kept shining my flashlight through the trees to see if I could catch a glimpse of him, and I finally did. I saw a ghostly apparition with black, hollowed out eyes resembling a bigfoot. One of the ladies that I was with she saw it too and took off, screaming and running toward the car, and her reaction made the rest of us decide to call it a night

and get out of there. The second time I encountered this bigfoot ghost, I went to the cemetery on Halloween night to do a Wiji board reading with three sisters who were witches. And as we were doing the reading, I had a recorder going as well as my digital camera, taking continuous pictures and set up to motion record, and I could hear the bigfoot ghosts walking around in the tree line, and I could hear his heavy breathing again,

but I didn't see him. I was leaving and walking down the highway, and I could hear him walking off to the side of me. And when I got home that night, I reviewed the audio recordings and the images that my camera got. The audio recorded some grunts, bigfoot like chatter, and a couple of howls. My camera caught the ghost apparition in three different shots. Unfortunately, though, when I left Ohio, I had to leave a lot of

personal items at my ex's house. That was seven years ago, and I'm sure my things, including my ghostly images, had been thrown away by now. The third time I encountered the Bigfoot ghost was right before I left the state. I was there doing my standard thing of reading the headstones and seeing if I could catch anything on audio, pictures or video. But I could tell there was something different in the air. It was an ominous and dark

feeling that I had never experienced there before. And after I had been there for about an hour, I saw a disturbing shadow figure that came right at me. It chased me out of the cemetery, but just as strange, after I crossed a certain point, it was like the shadow had hit a brick wall and couldn't go any further. It let out a horrible scream, like a ghostly bansheet, and when I turned to see it, I saw the Bigfoot ghost right behind me, and I froze and I

couldn't believe what I was seeing. The Bigfoot ghost growled at the shadow figure and the thing disappeared. I stammered a shaky thank you to the Bigfoot ghost, and after observing me for a few seconds, it turned around and disappeared into the trees. I looked back in disbelief in the direction the shadow figure had disappeared, and then looked at the trees with a bigfoot faded away, knowing I would never be able to tell anyone what I had seen.

Mysterious events have plagued my entire life, and as usual, I had in my experience that night to the long list of things that no one will ever believe they never do. Yes, I will agree with that last sentence. You have been plagued your entire life with mysterious stuff, mainly things with Bigfoot and the Luigi Borg stuff. Are you a witch? I'm just curious these stories are I think I got these back in twenty twenty twenty three, maybe maybe twenty twenty maybe even twenty twenty two. I'm

just now getting to them. She actually sent them in four separate emails, and as I was digging through emails, they happen to all still be one right after another. I'm glad of that, because when people do that and they add to their story three or four days later, there's been twenty emails jump in between them, and when I'm looking for stories, I'll miss them. But I was lucky on this one anyway. I thought this was exciting. Man, she's had bigfoot experiences all her life. How do y'all

do that. I can't even see a broken twig to where I could even fake it and say, yeah, bigfoot did that. I mean, I never see anything. I just see normal stuff in the woods, turtles and snakes and squirrels and raccoons and deer, and never a bigfoot. I never see a bigfoot. I guess I'm just jinxed. All right. Thank you to the writer for sending this story. It was wonderful. That's going to do it for this podcast. I hope you all enjoyed it and we'll see you on the next one. Thanks again,