Archive 184 Historic Bigfoot and Paranormal Terror

happen in San Jacinto County. Here's the story. The story is written by Andrea Whitley, but the title of the story is Bigfoot Out and About in San Jacino. AMID COVID COVID nineteen has covered the front page of the newspapers across the country. It has, however, not stolen the thumb under of one of San Jacinto County's most popular residents, Bigfoot, Yes, Bigfoot. Recently, I was contacted by a good friend who also happens

to be a detective nearby. Normally, our conversations start out with basic information and facts revolving around a crime or crash, but not this time. I picked up my cell phone to answer his call, which came at approximately two thirty am, and I answered, still halfway asleep, to hear my detective friend ask me what I was doing fishing? I was fishing, equipped back, with more sarcasm than I intended, What do you think I was doing? Is something wrong with you?

Are you okay? Wait? Did something happen to my kids, my mother, sister, or husband or dog. I quickly did a brief checklist in my head to insure myself that all was right in my world. Moms at home, my sister is somewhere with her new boyfriend, and my children are sleep in my bed with me, which means my husband is somewhere in the house after being booted out of our bed by the children, who, although at eighteen and nineteen years of age, insist on piling up in

my bed because it's more comfortable. I glanced down at the floor and there was my dog, and beside him was my husband, wrapped in my little pony blanket on the floor. Side note, I need to take a photo of him and the macho blanket he's covered with in case anyone should ever doubt his manliness. Okay, mental checklists done, and I caught my breath. No one had been hurt or died or required any type of medical attention. So what now, Why are you calling me this late? I asked.

The story he related to me could best be described as, well, never mind, there's no description for something like this. Law enforcement officers have a special place in my heart, and I like the mind of an investigator. I like how they look at the facts. I've always looked to the police officers and the FBI agents and investigators when I had things I could not make sense of. Have a

deep respect for them. Most of the time. My hero officer began to tell me a story that I was related to me by any other individual I would not have believed. I will spare you the mundane details and I'll get right to it. Apparently, two men that are both high in authority within law enforcement circles decided to take a drive down some country back roads. It was a quiet night, and the two men just wanted to enjoy a brief reprieve from the bad guys before beginning

their reports. Andrea listened to me. You know me, right, he said, yes, I replied, you know I always tell you the truth. Right. Uh huh, I replied no to self. This is not going to be good. When a police officer sure begins a conversation with you like the one above, it is never good. The cliff Notes version of what happened is as follows. Decorated veteran officers looking for a

peaceful ride in the country. Since there are no donut shops nearby, decorated veteran officers grab a cup of coffee and pile into one of the unmarked SUVs and they hit the road. Officers hang a left turn off the main road and take a drive down a dirt road nearby. And as they make their way down the dirt road, traveling deeper into the thicket, the driver can see the form of what appears to be something crossing the road, and it was something big. My thoughts immediately went to

whoever was crossing the road. The officer who was driving said, you don't have the luxury of thinking that the form was anything good once you've been in this business long enough. Immediately my thoughts went to drugs or kidnapping, a robbery, or worse. There was no reason that anyone should be

out on that road at that time of night. And alone at that With their radars and keen sense of danger now high on alert, the two men looked at each other and without saying a word, they both began filing every detail of what they saw, heard, and felt into a mental lock box. My partner and I have worked together for over ten years, one officer told the Sun was seen to news times. We know each other's actions and even expressions. That when I looked at my partner,

I knew our evening was about to get crazy. And crazy is putting it mildly. As they approached the area, when they initially saw whoever or whatever it was crossing the road, the hares on the back of their necks stood up. I call it f b C or full body chills. The partner, who was in the passenger side said, it's a sixth sense that we all have. It is a strange feeling of being on the edge and calculating

every step in every move. It is scary, and if any member of law enforcement tells you that they don't get scared, then they do not need to be in this line of work, because fear keeps you alive. It had been only approximately fifteen to twenty seconds prior when the men had witnessed what they described as a really tall man dart across the road into the woodline. As they got closer, there was no sign of anything or anyone.

As both men began to take a collective deep breath of relief, their error was once again stolen when they stepped out of the suv. I feel like I should give you a rundown of my education and training before I tell you what happened next. I have seen a lot in my time in law enforcement, as has my partner, he said. We have always been able to connect the dots and timeline of a crime or case based on evidence, and that's what we rely on. But in this case,

I don't even know where or how to begin. The investigator sat across from me in a conference room at the station, and until this moment, they both had been at ease, maybe a little apprehensive, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was when they reached this point in their tail that everything changed. Both officers began to show unmistakable signs of anxiety and unrest. One began tapping his leg up and down rapidly. His face turned that shade of red that a person only gets when he or

she is facing a frightening or an embarrassing situation. The second officer, up until a moment ago, was very relaxed, began clicking his pen up and down, and eventually began to pace around the conference room. Just like police's officers are taught to read body language, journalists like myself were trained in the same manner. It becomes second nature to rely on a person's actions rather than their words, and what I was witnessing in front of me was textbook

fear and anxiety. Up until this moment, I had been relaxed, but as the officers began to tell me the rest of this story, I too began to fall victim to pen clicking and leg shaking. The seasoned officers began to tell me how as they were getting back into the cab of their SUV, they both heard what can only be described as a primal scream. It gave me chills, and for me to get chills, that's saying something, one

officer said. The two men explained that they began taking steps backward toward the pickup and heard the scream even louder. Being a career law enforcement officer, I knew no one was going to believe me. So I grabbed my phone and I hit record, and I was able to capture whatever the heck this thing was on audio as it screamed, he said. The officer allowed me to listen to whoever or whatever was making the sound. And as long as I have been in this business, there isn't a lot

I haven't heard that I could not pinpoint the source. Well, make that journalist zero something scarier than fiction one. As we continued talking and trying to find a rational explanation of what could make that kind of sound, the officers continued their story. We had made it back to the vehicle, and by this time we had one goal, get the

heck out of there. We both climbed into our seats and were preparing to get out of dodge when we heard that scream again, and this time it was louder, and it was closer, and it sounded as if it would shattered glass. I began to back up and turn around. The road we were traveling was narrow, and it took some skill from me maneuver without ending up in a ditch. As I backed up and got us going in the right direction, I saw it, We saw it. The detective said.

Both men agreed. As they were trying to turn around and leave, the headlights of their vehicles shined on what can only be called a si squatch, or better known as bigfoot. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, and if you print my name in this article, I'll have no choice but to call you a liar, the detective laughed uneasily. The partner, who had not said much up until this point, made eye contact with me and described the creature as being approximately seven feet tall, with long arms and broad

shoulders and strong. Doesn't sound too bad, that is, until he proceeded with his description of the creature. He was hairy, he was covered from head to toe with dark grayish colored hair. His features looked like they had been etched out with a chisel, had a sharp jawline, and he was just so big. I've seen criminals, and I've seen guerrillas, and I've seen everything in between, but I cannot say that I ever encountered anything like this before, explained the

second officer. The two men both recall that one of the most fearful traits of the creature was that he had yellow eyes. His eyes just poured into you, one said, that's the only way I know to describe it. It took only seconds for the creature to disappear into the thick wilderness. He was there and then he was gone, just like that. You would think something as large as this thing would not be able to move quickly, but he literally soared. I watched him take no more than

two or three steps, and he was gone. After hearing the officer's tail and listening to it again, I began to dig into a little history of San Jacinto County, and it's an elusive primate. Over the past seventy years, I have come across numerous articles of residents who have come face to face with this creature. Although each collection differs slightly in detail, I'm certain of one thing. Sanwacinto County is home to some of the best people around,

and it is also home to bigfoot doubt. As you may, and I can completely understand the inclination to do so, it is my belief that there is something beyond the pines. I followed the facts, and I interviewed and reinterviewed witnesses trying to come to a logical conclusion, and after hours of study and research, the only thing I can confirm with certainty is that San Jacinto County is home to something quite unusual. It was a cold Halloween evening in

the desert. Two gentlemen had just traveled halfway across the country to join me on an outing they hopefully would never forget. In the end, it would be a life changing evening for both of them. They were both in their late twenties and were lifelong friends. Though they had grown up and done everything together, only one of them

was a believer. Because of their strong friendship, I didn't understand how their beliefs about aliens and bigfoot could be so different, you know, as our beliefs are largely determined from our experience as an environment, so without always being the same with them, you could call me surprised. It was nine pm and our destination was twenty miles into the middle of the desert, so we climbed into my

vehicle and set off through town. During the drive, I asked them both questions to help me get to know them a bit better. Mostly I was curious about why the skeptic agreed to the expense of flying across the country on his buddy's quest into the un I never really got a straight answer, so I left it at that. I did learn that it took a lot of convincing for the skeptic to come along with us. That night, the moon was full and bright, lighting up the driveway

in front of us. Okay, we're here, I said. My two guests opened their doors and looked around outside. So this is the famous ranch, asked the skeptic. Yep, I replied, it's been abandoned for many years now. I was at the back of the truck going through bens of equipment for items that we'd need, and I called them over and handed them warm winter jackets. Put these on. It's only going to get colder tonight, I said. I also handed each of them granola bars and a bottle of water,

as well as a flashlight. Okay, you guys ready, I asked. They both nodded their heads. I proceeded to lead them up the dirt road to an old lock gate bearing a no trespassing sign, where I proceeded to give them a lay of the land and go over what I plan for them before I lead you to the back of the property, I said, I want to share some stories with you. Take this gate, for instance, it's always locked.

One evening, a young couple noticed from a distance it appeared to be unlocked, and as they approached to get a better look, the gate mysteriously opened wide, as if inviting them in. During another visit, a man rested up against the gate while the group he was with talked, and suddenly he was thrown back away from the gate, as if someone pushed the gate with a tremendous force from the other side. Understandably, he didn't go near the gate again. Both men stepped back away from the gate

and looked it over. I'm sure they were wondering if I was trying to pull their leg. It's also not uncommon to hear footsteps approaching the gate from the other side, but you cannot see anyone. We've also had those invisible people out here walking around our groups and vehicles. Just then, all three of us felt a cold chill as the wind picked up. We zipped up our coats even higher, and they commented on how they were glad to have the jackets. They never thought it got so cold in

the desert. The believer asked, is there something special we need to do to make contact? I mean, I've been asking my thoughts for a sign or something that they're here with us, But I'm not getting an answer. I believe something will happen, but I'm not picking up on anything. I said. I know most people feel seeing as believing, and therefore they always want to see a sign. But then I suggested that they not rely on their sense of vision. Instead, they should be open to other senses

like touch, smell, and hearing. For the next ten minutes, they ask about all the things they had heard about the ranch and if they'd really happened. As I pointed out where each of those events took place, an unexpected feeling came over me. Did you guys feel that? I asked? What do you mean? One said, well, are you still colder? Do you feel like it's suddenly seventy degrees? They laughed, Yeah,

you're right. I laughed with them, and the three of us unzipped our heavy jackets, and it was no longer in the thirties, and we welcomed the change. There's something else happening, I added. Do you feel comfortable like we could stand here talking all night? You don't need to sit down or go to the bathroom. Yeah, said the believer. My legs aren't feeling so stiff, and my back feels relaxed. Mine too, said the unbeliever. At that point, I said,

you guys, stay here for a minute. They watched as I walked slowly back up the road towards the vehicle, then stopped and took a few steps backward and a few steps forward, a few steps back, and then extended my arm out in front of me. When I returned, I said, I'll explain that in a minute, but first I want each of you, one at a time, to do what I just did. Walked slowly, being very aware of the temperature, the silence, and that there is currently

zero wind blowing on us. As you walk, do so until you feel the wind and cold, and then stepped backwards out of that cold, and then forward into the cold. They looked at each other and then back at me as if I were crazy. Trust me, I said, with a smile. The believer went first his friend and I stayed at the gate and watched as he did as instructed. He came back smiling. I put my finger up to my lips as if asking him not to say anything. Okay,

it's your turn, I said to the skeptic. He walked past his friend and ended up stopping at the same point. Is us some thirty feet away? What is this? He asked? While walking back. I pointed up at the sky and asked them if they could see any airplanes flying overhead or any satellites. Can you hear anything such as wind, insects, or coyotes, I asked them. They both said no and asked what that meant. I answered with a question, have you heard of people that have had bigfoot encounters saying

that everything around them went suddenly quiet? First, yeah, they both answered, I replied, that's what is happening right now, only you're noticing more of the finer details. And then I continued, For example, when some people report the strange in sudden silence, it's oftentimes followed up by an equally sudden but terrifying scream or crash of a tree knock,

forcing them to quickly leave the area. They may even see the creature at that moment in their life concern with their safety, and they don't really pay attention to the finer details like you just experienced. Neither of you are in that fight or flight mode. This phenomenon happens so often out here you might even expect it, I finished, Has it really happened to you before, asked the skeptic, Yeah, many times, in fact, now, I continued. However, the details vary.

For instance, it's typically reported as a prelude to a Bigfoot encounter, but I've had it happen during other activities, not just with Bigfoot. While people report the sudden silence as if the wind and all living things in the forest collude to go quiet at the same time, my experience has been that it's more like a giant, invisible bubble which descends upon us, and within that bubble reality can be different for the people inside it. Well what

do you mean exactly, asked the believer. Well, it's are to explain, but you both have to just experience what I did. That you walked over there and found the edge of something. Here within the something, it is currently warm and comfortable. Now outside the invisible something, we all felt the same cold and wind, didn't we? They nodded in agreement. Think about this for a moment, I added. If the forest goes silent during a Bigfoot encounter, how

far does that experience extend? I mean, does it go out over the entire planet or to the nearest city, and why is that? It's like one of those things people don't think about. So what if all that activity happens under a sort of invisible dome or a bubble, so that only those who are supposed to experience it do. It's like we had this experience here at the gate, and people over the vehicle didn't. How can that be? Just then, the invisible something which descended over us began

to lift, and the cold wind returned. We all felt it, and we looked up and we could once more see airplanes flying overhead, and we heard Coda is shipping in the distance. You see what I mean? I told them. Do you believe that warmth and comfort we were just experiencing was felt by everyone in town? Or was it just us? And I bet people in town could see and hear those airplanes overhead while standing here under this

invisible something we couldn't, that is until it lifted. Well, I guess that makes sense that it was just over us, said the believer, As it was like it came and went. The skeptic added, and we found the edge of it over there exactly, I replied. The people who used to live here once said that while in the yard behind the house. One person saw two dinosaurs back there by the trees, and when she yelled to the other person, who was standing about twenty feet away, they didn't hear

her yelling their name or see anything unusual. The bubbles can be as small or large as needed. I've even felt the edge of something like this much larger around in a city where I drove through it to get inside as it were, from north, and then again while leaving to the west. But that story's for another time. We've got more to do tonight, I told them. Let's head around back, I said, while illuminating a trail with

my flashlight. Five minutes later, we crested the top of the hill, which allowed us to view the abandoned home. Before we reached the backyard, and we were stopped in our tracks by the sound of something very large stomping on the ground, and it was grunting and breaking branches in the trees ahead of us. It was almost like something large was stuck in the trees and was trying to get out. Adding to that strangeness, not one of the trees moved or swayed. With all the racket take place.

This is turning out to be a fun Halloween for you guys, isn't it, I asked, What is it? Said the skeptic. Let's wait and see if it makes its way into the openaar replied. Normally we wouldn't be able to see much at night, even from the elevation of the hill, but the moon was full and lit up the entire desert below. The crashing and branch snapping sounds continued for a minute, and then they stopped. And that's when the three of us hiked down the hill toward

the grove of trees. But as we walked around to the backside, we could tell that was where the sounds had originated, but nothing was there. In fact, there were no broken branches or tree limbs on the ground anywhere. So what just happened, asked the believer. The only thing I can think of is that a sasquatch might have been back here. Why do you say that, asked the unbeliever. Well, this property has had bigfoot activity, as reported by the

former homeowner. In fact, she reported that her first encounter happened in a similar manner, but I don't know where on the ranch it took place. Before that, she didn't know she had bigfoot hanging around. She said that she heard loud sounds from branches being broken, stomping sounds, etc. Just like what happened here with us. She would later have many encounters with a female si squatch, so she

naturally made the connection. I will add that I've brought people out here before, and when talking about the area's female siequatch, we receive vocalizations and other noises from various parts of the ranch. Once we heard the noises coming from the parking area where we part. When we returned to the vehicle, we did look for footprints, but we couldn't find any. The three of us stayed a bit longer, just talking and looking around before heading back to the

lock gate. That's when things took a turn for the pair. Are normal. I heard one of the guys unexpectedly say I have this compelling urge to climb over the gate and go up to the house. And when I turned to see who said it, it was the non believer, the skeptic. What I responded, Yeah, I can't explain it. It's a really strong feeling that I can't shake, he said. His friend, the believer asked, what do you mean a

feeling that you can't shake. It's like I'm being called or beckon to the house, he answered, and we watched as the man made his way up the drive to the house. We both remained silent, and we turned our hearing sensitivity to the maximum in case we needed to go after him. I couldn't help but recall all the instances where someone or something made it very clear that they didn't want people on their side of the fence.

The simple fact he was allowed to make it to the house was curious to me, to say the least. Neither his friend or myself appeared to have been invited in so to speak. A few minutes later he returned and we moved away from the gate and back to the vehicle. So what happened did you see anything? Ask his friend? Yeah, what happened? To added well. All the way up to the house, I continued to feel the strong need to keep going and that I would be

all right. When I reached the front of the house and was about to step up into the porch, I heard noises coming from inside the house. What sort of noises? His friend asked. What sounded like something fell over onto the floor. And then I heard someone running away from the window. It was like someone was inside and watching me approach the house. As soon as I moved toward the porch like I was going to go in, they ran away to hide. That's when I asked, did the

running sound like an animal or a human? Like an adult or a child. It wasn't very loud, he said, it was quick, like short steps. Maybe it was a child. It was definitely on two feet. What did you go inside? Ask his friend. No, something said that I'd gone far enough, But I did look inside the window. What did you see? I asked, Well, it was dark, but I could make out a kind of bar like in a saloon, with pop bottles on it, as well as toy cars on

the floor under the window. Do you still feel anything like that? Urged to go to the house, ask his friend. Now it's gone, he said. Before we packed up, I asked them both a question. You guys seem to know a lot about the ranch. Have you ever heard the story about the boy on the scooter? They both shook their heads. Now what is it? Asked the believer. I'll tell you the story and then we'll drive back home. I said, it's getting pretty late, as the story goes

two guys drove out here during the day. About a mile from the house, they noticed a young boy walking along the side of the road and he was carrying a scooter. The guys in the car thought it was weird. They were in the desert, at least twenty miles from any paved surface, so where could he be going on that scooter. Well, when they pulled up to the boy, they asked if he was okay or if he needed a ride. The boy said yeah, he was fine, and

that the scooter was broken, so he would like to ride. Well, where are you going, they asked, going up to the house, and he pointed in the direction they were headed. Well, this made their hair stand up because they knew nobody lived there and all the stories they had ever heard about the place were strange and paranormal. They were also curious, so they opened the door and they let the boy in the car. They stopped at the same lock gate and asked the boy if it was where he was going,

and he said yes, and he got out. He looked back at the guys and invited them up to the house for some soda pop and to play with some cars. That was too much for them, so they declined, and they let the boy go. They watched in silence as he crawled under the gate and made his way up to the house. It's interesting that you saw pop bottles on the counter and also toy cars, not to mention hearing the sound like a child running through the house.

They both looked at me in disbelief. You're kidding, right, asked the believer. No, that's a report to guys made of their experience, so unless they lied, it could be true. Let's get out of here, I added, it's already midnight and I'm cold. At this point, you might think that this is all a bit much and probably not true, but I assure you this all happened, as well as what I'm about to conclude with the events of their

evening did not end there. While I was at work about a month later, I got a call from the skeptic. He was upset and he wanted me to tell him what happened to his friend. I had no idea what he was talking about. He hasn't come home. He told me we were supposed to fly back on the same flight, but after that night at the ranch, he told me that he wanted to extend his stay a bit longer, and that he'd fly home later. And then he dropped a bombshell. Did he tell you what happened after we

got back to the hotel that night? No, I answered, I haven't seen or heard from him since I dropped you guys off. What happened? He returned to our hotel. We were getting into bed while remarking about some of the stuff that happened at the ranch. I was in my bed, which was closest to the window, and he was into his, next to the bathroom. Suddenly we both heard what sounded like some sort of humming ship descending

and stopped just outside the window by my bed. He paused for a moment, and then he told me it was terrifying and there was no way in hell I wanted to see what was going to happen. I wanted no part of it, he exclaimed. He was still obviously

upset about it. So what happened? Then? I asked? I put my head under the blanket, and I refused to look, saying out loud, oh hell no. Then the next morning, my friend told me that two beings from the craft had floated through the closed window and across the room to visit with him. It was then he decided to stay behind, and that's when he asked me again, so, what the hell happened? He seemed different in some way, and I got the feeling that we could no longer

be friends. I replied, I really have no idea. Have you heard from him as he called you? No. The last thing he said was that he wanted to stay behind for a while, longer to explore his spiritual journey, and he would return in a couple of weeks. But he has not returned. I didn't know what to say to the man, other than to assure him that if I saw his friend or heard from him, I would

be sure to have him call home. I never did see him again, and that was also the last time I heard from his friend back home.