Archive 115 Dogman

pretty strange experiences together. A favorite pastime was to get together late at night play a game that we called TESSO Tactical Environmental Scouting Operations what teenage boy wants to admit playing hide and seek. We would play TESSO in graveyard or parks, but we weren't above playing it through a random neighborhood either. Vermont in the nineteen eighties was a good place to grow up. We felt safe there.

Wherever we went. We were kings of our domain. As far as we were concerned, we owned the whole state and it was our personal playground. A couple of us had driver's license, so it was nothing for us to leave our city and drive thirty minutes into the country to find the perfect woods for our nighttime operations. One thing about Vermont is there is always plenty of snow, and one cold winter night we headed out to a

spot on the lake near Shelburne. Apparently we thought it would be fun to up the coal factor by adding the freezing winds off the lake to make our game more challenging. We drove down the road leading to the beach under a bright moon, and we parked. The large sheets of ice were fascinating to watch as they wave in the turbulent water, and the sounds of the ways slapping across the ice chunks intermingled with the occasional popping

and crashing sounds as they slammed against each other. We were so enthralled with the sight that we were oblivious to the unnatural quiet around us. We didn't exactly have permission to be where we were, but as kings of all we surveyed, we didn't care. We were near barns where horses were kept on the property, and in our youth, it didn't occur to us that we should have been hearing the normal animal sounds that should have come from that barn or from the fenced in pasture behind us.

We assessed our playing field. We were on the beach. Calling it a beach might have been a bit optimistic, but there was no more than fifteen feet of it before it dropped into the icy water. Between the beach and the pasture was a small playground outfitted with swing slides and a jungle gym. An erosion wall stretched the distance from the playground to the beach. Once our boundaries were set, we made sure no one else was around

and we began our game of Tesso. This night was special in that we had brought along some special guests to play the game with us. One of the guys was trying to get friendly with a girl from school, and we invited her and a couple of her friends to come so we could introduce them to our strange nightly activities. As girls, they were enchanted and expressed their joy with the giggles and whispers, and as boys, we

decided we'd give them a good scare. Halfway through our game, at the designated moment, one of the guys pointed to the edge of the woods near a horse pen and said, did you hear that? And, as if on cue, a cracking sound came from the beach. It was only the ice, but it added to the sun sudden change of emotions from play to an early silence. Everyone stopped to stare at the tree line. The boys knew it was a joke,

but the girls were looking uneasy. They each took an unconscious step to close in their ranks, and then a long, piercing shriek of a howl came from that exact point in the woods where my friend had pointed, and now we were all looking. I had never heard a wolf's howl before, but I knew that wasn't what it was. It sounded a lot bigger, half animal, maybe half female scream. Now it was the boy's turn to step closer. Together,

we took a mental note of everyone present. We were all there, but none of us was hiding in the woods making that awful cry. Surely no one in their right mind would be out in the woods after midnight, and whether that cold just to play a prank on a bunch of teenage We wouldn't have been there if not for the fact that we were afraid we'd miss the opportunity to frighten these girls. Thirty seconds later came a second howl. It was even more evil sounding than

the first, and it broke our stupor. Panic ensued. The girls were crying. We so called kings, were panicking and screaming too, just like them. Someone yelled for everyone to run to the cars, and all at once we were in motion, each of us overwhelmed by terror and feeling that the second howl was meant to be a dinner bell ringing. All eight of us, five boys and three girls, piled into the two vehicles and slammed the door shut, and we locked them and then everything went quiet. Were

we all holding our breath? I don't remember. After a minute or two we began to relax. False security fueled by window glass and sheep metal, enhanced our bravery. I felt my shoulders relaxed for a second before one of the girls laser locked on the woods and pointed her finger and screamed. We instantly turned to see what she was pointing at and found ourselves staring into a pair of red glowing eyes from just inside the tree line.

And then a third howl rattled the windows, seconds before a black blur shot out of the edge of my line of sight. Then the car was shaking, as if something were rocking it side to side. It felt like it was almost lifting the car off the ground. We all yelled and streaked with the realization that mere sheep metal was no protection against our impending doom. We scrambled around trying to see what was shaking us to death.

And it should have been easy to make out features, a shape, anything, but all we saw was a black blur outlined by the white light of the moon. And then the vehicle rocked to a stop as the same black blur raced toward the beach and out of sight. A minute passed, and then two, and finally someone rolled down the window and shouted over to the other car, did you guys see anything? We saw your car shaken. Someone replied, yeah, but did you see it? And after

a pause, they answered, now we didn't see anything. We sat there for another ten minutes, shouting back and forth between the vehicles. I can't honestly say why we didn't immediately leave. Maybe we were too frightened to move. Eventually, our nerves settled and bravado won out over common sence. Oh to be a teenager again, showing off for the ladies. Simultaneously, we opened our car doors and we all got out. We were clearly still shaking and doing our best to

hide it. Everyone was talking at once and asking questions and offering opinions. What was that? I don't know. What did it look like? I couldn't see it. What was it like being in the car as it was being shaken? Well, hell, it terrified me. Where do you think it went? I started to pull away from the group. I was sure i'd seen something ahead toward the beach. I walked through the crunching snow. The ground was covered in our footprints

from earlier, and that's when I saw it. It was in the middle of a patch of clean, untouched snow, and it was a very large, pall print. It was a single padded print with claw marks extending from them, isolated and ice covered white. And it was huge. It was easily eight inches wide. And I called everyone over to check it out, and in shock, we murmured to each other about what could have made that track, And then one of the guys yelled, hey, over there, and

sure enough, there was another print eight feet away. Whatever it was, it must have been enormous, and it was running on two feet. We found five tracks in all, and their distance apart and sizing reinforced the fact that some huge thing had run toward the beach. We scoured the entire area looking for more prints, but it was like it dissolved into nothingness. We searched both left and right.

It never turned. But where could it have gone? I walked down to the beach area and there was a break in the wall and had ice covered stairs leading down to it. I more fell down the steps than I walked down them, and the wind had stopped. The resulting lack of sound from the water increased the eeriness. Now I could hear the crunching of my own feet pushing through the top layer of snow. Then I found

what I was looking for, more tracks. The first one was fifteen feet from the wall, and now yelled to everyone to come down. There was a moment of comic relief as I watched them slide and fall down the icy steps. There they were, and there we were, huddled around the first of the princes that led into the

edges of the freezing lake water. We determined that the last step above the wall was fifteen feet from it, and the first step below was another fifteen feet, A thirty foot jump, A three and a half foot tall wooden railing ran along the top of that wall that it also had to maneuver over, and it sailed over that rail and dropped a minimum of twenty feet to the beach below. It was time for us to leave.

We went back the next day. The prints were still there, confirming that we had indeed witnessed something strange, and over the years we've joked about our run in with a werewolf. The term dog man hadn't entered the lexicon yet. Later we found a plaque posted to a tree at the far end of the beach. It stated that the land there was once the site of an Indian massacre or something worse. It's been so long that I no longer

remember the story written on it. But over the years we went back to the beach many times and it sort of became our spot, a place to hang out and chill. It was left unspoken that we were there to see if we would ever encounter this thing again, and luckily we never did. I wonder now if we somehow summoned that thing there that night. I'm now a well armed child of God, ready to speak with the authority of Jesus against any such encounters. Be watchful, be viligent,

and most of all be ready. When I was twenty years old, I went to work in the clothing mill. After a few years of working in the winding room, I was transferred to the print works on second shift. It would get really hot in that room, so while they were shut down and cleaning the machine between batches, I would go out into the cool air and catch

a breath. One night in November of nineteen seventy two, as I was standing outside, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that was coming around the building. I turned to see a circular object that was one hundred feet in diameter. It was flat on the bottom, It had a dome on the top, and it was flashing colored lights that spun around and rotated with the spin of the craft. There was a dark hole in

the center of the bottom. It was a clear night, with lots of stars in the sky except where the craft blocked them out. I want to make it clear that I have never done drugs, nor have I consumed alcohol or even so much as smoked a cigarette. This was not un hallucination. I had never seen anything like this before. I wouldn't even have known what I was looking at if I hadn't watched the day the Earth stood still. This craft was only about forty feet off

the ground, and it was moving slowly. It didn't make a sound, not even a wooshing sound. It was quiet in the building, so there was nothing to drown out any of the noise. I'd have heard it if this thing made any sounds. It crossed my field of view and I yelled for a coworker to come out and see it too. He was a retired Air Force officer. He said he'd never seen anything like it either, and we watched as it drifted along and followed the river

in a northerly direction toward Greenville, South Carolina. When I got home that night, my husband told me a flying saucer had been spotted over Greenville around eleven pm. I had seen it at ten pm, so it took an hour to reach a Greenville. I told him I had seen it too, and he laughed at me. He was an abusive man who laughed at me and made fun of me all the time for being a simple country girl. Sometimes he hit me when he was angry. It was

a stressful marriage, so I didn't pursue a conversation. He worked third shifts, so he had to leave for work anyway. The next day he came home all excited. He'd driven down the road that paralleled the river the craft had followed, and he'd seen it too. I thought that was strange.

Had it come back? He said, A bright, pulsating light was hovering above the tree, so he stopped and turned off his lights, and he watched it for a few minutes, and then turned his lights back on, and it shot straight up into the sky and disappeared, but it didn't stop there. That same week, I had the oddest dream. I dreamed I was floating out the door and up

the dirt road we lived on. There was a big circular object hovering over the road that I was being drawn to, and I could see a wide light coming out of the bottom, and it seemed like there were bodies standing under the craft waiting for me. Then I started feeling like I was spinning, or maybe I was feeling extremely dizzy. Either way, it felt like I was spinning around really fast, like I was in the spin

cycle of a washing machine. And then I found myself sitting on a table in a white room that appeared to circle around me. There were machines that looked to me at the time like vending machines. We didn't know about computers back then, but later I came to realize as that's what they looked like. A man dressed in white pointed at the machines and asked me what I wanted. I want to ham I said, yeah, I know how funny that sounds, but that's what I told him, and

a hamburger popped out of one of the shoots. I don't remember eating it. The man stuck me in the arm with a needle, and the next thing I remember, he was showing me around the ship. We were standing at a long curving window, and I realized we were not on Earth anymore. We were speeding through space. We stopped in midair, and I found myself looking at these tall,

twin buildings and a place I'd never heard of. He said there were going to be changes on Earth, but he didn't elaborate on what those changes were going to be. Mostly he warned me of my predicament. He said that I would have to change myself because the life I was living had no future. I don't remember anything after that. The next morning, I was back in my own bed. I thought about that dream and how real it feel.

Oh At three pm, I headed to work, and as I drove down the road where I had seen the craft in my dream, I thought to myself, this is where it happened. And then I looked up into the sky and there it was again. It had a bright silver bottom that sparkled in the sunlight, and as I watched it, it shot straight up into the clouds and out of sight. I only trusted a few people enough to share this story with in the past, and then only because they had shared with me something that had

happened with them. The more UFO stories I hear, though, the more I realized the UFOs are getting bigger and bigger, like mother ships coming down to Earth. I don't know what's going to happen to us, but it's getting to be a bit scary to think about. After that first dream, I've had several experiences when I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if I were being pulled up to the ceiling. It was so scary.

Would think Jesus helped me, just help me, and then I would float back down to my bed and feel loving hands rubbing my face. That's no joke, it really happens. I don't think all of these alien creatures are evil, but I know these last ones trying to abduct me felt evil. No, I'm not insane, nor am I out there as some people call it. I have several degrees

in various technical courses. Now. I manage my own business for years, and though I am retired now, I still try to get out and work as much as I can. I built my own house by myself, and it looks amazing, And the funny part is that I built it in a bigfoot hotspot. I've caught them on my game cameras and I have many casts of their footprints. My life has been a really amazing story. Thank you for reading it.