I have always believed in all things supernatural and unexplainable in our strange world, things like ghosts and aliens and windigoes, etc. I've seen things I couldn't even begin to explain, going back to us early as sharing my bunk bed in a room with my sister and both of us experiencing and seeing and hearing unnatural things. This past May, I got married to my husband, Chad, and he's the one to blame for my unplanned beings dive into Bigfoot.
It's not his fault, of course. I grew up hearing stories about bigfoot from my very large family for years. I was always intrigued by what they were and if they were really out there in our Minnesota woods, but it never really pulled my leg until now. What started all of this was because of a real bigfoot encounter told me that he had and which he didn't tell me for a long time, and he predicted I wouldn't have believed him anyway. Ten years ago, it was late August and Chad was a senior in
high school. He had just turned eighteen, and he was enjoying his last summer weekend before school started up the following Monday, him and his buddy were hanging out Friday night at his friend's parents' house. They started out the night playing video games and drinking soda, and realizing that neither of them had eaten, they went upstairs and hopped in a friend's car and ran to the store. They decided to grab some steaks. Once they were back, they decided
to grill them up outside on the deck in the backyard. The deck was two stories high and the forestation behind the house was super thick, and it was dense with trees, and there was roughly ten yards from the house in each direction to the forest. It was totally surrounded. As soon as they lit up the grill for the stakes, they started hearing rustling noises coming out
of the undergrowth in the tree line. Well initially, they chalked it up to a deer or cody or some other animal, and they continued grilling. They were used to the wild animals out in the woods, and then both Chad and his friend heard a loud double knock, like the sound of the cracking of a baseball bat against a tree. They both froze for a second, looking off straight into the woods where they heard the sound coming from,
thinking what the hell was that? Chad hollered out at it after a second, saying, well, knock knock to you too, but well they both started laughing it off like it was nothing, and they forgot about it quickly, and then suddenly they heard the same double knock again. This time the sound was coming slightly from the right of the woods, and again the rustling
under the bushes in the treeline started all over again. They finished their steaks and they were two on edge to enjoy them now, and they chucked their remaining t bones to the left of the tree line, both of them flying past the clearing, and the rustling that they were hearing in front of them was now crashing loudly to the left toward those bones. They turned the propane off to the grill really fast and got the hell out of there, and
they bee lined it toward the house. His friend grabbed his car keys and says, man, let's get out of here, and they jumped into the car and the tires peel, not even looking back toward the house. Once they slowed up about a mile away from his friend's place, each of them pulled out a cigarette and popped in a rush CD I don't know why I
think that's funny, but that's just kind of funny. They started off by listening to Tom Sawyer because they both thought there was something relaxing about the music effects in that track. His friend was still driving, and they took a ride down a dirt road toward the backwoods neighborhood to tea in the road, and they took another right. The friend was only going about twenty miles an hour because he knew that deer were notorious on that road and people hit him
all the time. Music was blasting and they were singing back and forth to each other, and Chad looked out the windshield on a whim and right in front of them, moving quickly to the left in two huge steps, he saw a damn bigfoot cross the road with eyes wide and in shot. His friend noticed Chad's face and asked him what was up, and he slowed down the car. Chad choked out the words, it's a bigfoot man, his
friend replying loudly, a bigfoot. Chad nodded rapidly and his friend immediately with the car around, shouting where they drove back about one hundred feet, and Chad pointing to where he saw him cross the road. His friend pulled the headlights into the ditch toward the patch of broken matted weeds, and his headlights were pointing at a tree about seventy five feet in front of them. This tree stood twenty five or thirty feet tall and there was a two way branch
splitting starting up at about eight feet from the base. Chad was staring at the space in the split tree and realized he was looking at a gray brown, reddish hair covered chest. He slowly looked upward and he saw the face four feet above the split, and it was staring right back at him. Chad said that this thing looked very old and very sinister, and it was
definitely not happy that some kids had spotted him mistakenly. Chad was terrified, and he realized he was holding his breath, and once a friend opened the car door, he tried to scream get back in the car, but he only ended up choking his words out. He was too scared to talk before speaking English again, he looked back at the tree to see if the bigfoot was still there, and he caught this beast breaking off a branch toward the
top of the tree like it was a pretzel. The bigfoot then hurl the branch clear over the car and immediately caught his friend's attention as it passed the other side of the ditch and landed with a loud crash in the field behind the car well. They looked at each other and they were freaking out, and Chad finally screamed, let's go. The second he shouted that, the bigfoot let out a deep, resonating evil roar. Chad's friend froze in fear
the flight response catching up to him. He jumped into the car. Chad was already in there, and he slammed the car into reverse, pointing them to the right, and then slammed it into drive and he took off fast, kicking up so much dirt and dust that they couldn't see the tail lights. Neither of them said a word to each other the entire way back to his friend's house. They were trying to come to terms with what had just
happened to them. Once they were back at the house, Chad asked his friend, along with using some choice words, can you believe that just happened? No, it didn't happen because I refused to believe it, and I don't want to be looked at as crazy, replied his friend. Well how can you say that, said Chad, You saw what happened. We don't have to tell anyone, but you can't ignore this. Well, maybe you can't, as friend said, but I can't. And if you tell anyone
I was involved, I will deny it until I'm dead. His friend finished a conversation and headed toward his dad's liquor cabinet. They weren't old enough to drink legally, but they both took a shot or two, not mentioning the encounter of the rest of the night. I thought my husband was crazy when he told me this story. I didn't believe him at first, but I really thought about it, and I thought this is too detailed to be led about. So one afternoon, a week after he told me this story,
he brought me to where this had all gone down ten years ago. It was a nice sunny day, and I figured we'd go on the adventure with our dog. I parked car on the side of the dirt road was seventy five feet from the tree, where you could still see the break from the branch, and when I saw that, I got goosebumps. All over my arms. We got out and started looking around, seeing if we could find
any clues from his encounter or new footfalls in the area. I was trying to look for the huge branch this creature had broken off and thrown, but I couldn't find it. We did find what looked to be a trail of matted down grass leading to the tree from the dirt road, and on the opposite side of the road, the trail of matted down grass continued into the forest. On that side we found a fresh break of a tree branch sticking straight up in the dirt, like someone had stuck it there very recently,
sort of like a marker. Instantly we both smell something rancid. It was like death and sewage, and we covered our noses. We were standing completely still at this We were one hundred feet from that tree line. The sounds of the bugs and birds had completely stopped, and our dog was on guard. Her hair was standing straight up and she was growling, and she was
staring in the direction of those trees. We heard a couple of whistles coming from the left and the right, and then some more in front of us. Chad and I started walking backwards slowly, and our dog ran to the car and jumped in, and when we got there, she was shaking in fear. I still wasn't able to see anything, but the feeling of the fear creeped up on me, and we just kept walking slowly back to the
car, not making any sudden moves. That was when I stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I was now looking at a large, reddish brown figure in the tree line, and then I saw it crouch down and disappear once he had noticed that I noticed him. I held in a scream. My heart was pumping, and Chad and I booked it back to the car.
We didn't peel out, We just drove slowly down the road and I was looking out the window towards the tree line to see if I could see anything again, and I spotted a different but similar creature with darker hair, and it was significantly smaller. I pulled my phone out and took a picture, but this thing noticed me too soon and hid as soon as I snapped the photo, and then we drove away and we haven't gone back there since. I believe my husband now one hundred and ten percent, and I have
proof of my own that Bigfoot is out there. You can call this crazy, but I couldn't make this shit up.