Cause I'm seventy eight years old and i have trouble typing and even speaking. But i have a few stories that I wanted to share with you in your audience. I'm not a good writer, and I'm hoping that you can share these encounters. My husband's name is Roger and my name is Diane. Miss Diane, I was able to edit your message here and create a story out of this. It's all exactly as you wrote it. I think these events are awesome, she writes, These are the stories my
husband has told me. My husband lived in Lesalle, Utah, with his grandfather, on a large ranch. They raise pigs there, among other livestock. Often they would kill a few pigs for their own meat and hang them in a smokehouse on the ranch. My husband told me that when he was a little boy, he remembers times when his grandfather would get angry because the roof of the smokehouse would be torn off and all the meat would be gone. Only the roof would be damaged, all the walls and
doors would remain intact. His grandfather would repair the roof and begin smoking more meat, only to have it destroyed again not long after. And of course all the meat would be gone. No other animal, not even grizzlies, will rip a roof off of a ten to twelve foot tall smokehouse when they can just as easily tear through the wall or the door. Going through the roof would have been too much work for a bear. No other
wildlife does this. It had to have been bigfoot. I think they tore the roof off and reached down into the house, took the meat and were gone. Another story my husband told me. Still on my grandfather's place in LaSalle, we had a terrifying encounter in nineteen forty two. I was five years old. On the ranch. We had no electricity or running water, so to get water we walked down to the creek and had to haul the water
back to the house. I walked with my older sisters down to the bank one morning and we were filling buckets and setting them on the bank when we heard something coming down the wash. We got very still to make sure that we were not hearing things, and I remember my oldest sister cupping her hand over my mouth so that I would not make any noise. I saw her nod to our other sister and then motioned for her to quickly get out of the creek. I was so young that I didn't know what was going on,
but I knew the situation was urgent. I could feel their fear. My oldest sister let go of me and reached down the bank to pull her sister out of the creek, and I remember they both scurried up in front of me. I was trying my best to keep up, but the bank was too steep and I began to slide back down. I felt a hand grip around my arm and my sister pulled me violently to the top. We crawled a few feet to hide behind some brush,
and we got real quiet. I was in front of my sister and her hand was again across my mouth to keep me from making any noise. The loud footsteps got closer and closer, and I was terrified. To me a monster was coming, and I remember praying that it didn't see us. We were a few feet away from the edge of the bank, so that the water was not in our line of sight. We could only hear
the creature as it approached. It was in front of us, now splashing through the water and rocks, but I had to see it, so I wrenched myself loose from my sister, and I crawled just a couple of feet closer to the ledge to see better. And what I saw scared me to death. The images burned into my mind all these years later. The beast walked past and never noticed us. But it was enormous. It really was a monster. Under one arm was another animal that it had killed. It
was dragging another with its other arm. I don't know what they were, possibly deer or elk, and the lifeless heads hung and dangled under the dead weight. I think if I had been older, I would have recognized the carcasses, but I was so fixated on the creature that I paid no notice to those details. I wasn't being observant of the creature's details either. I think I was so shocked that I just kept quiet and watched it walk by.
Once it was past us in a good ways down the creek, I saw it climb the opposite bank, and then it was gone. I wish I could relate the details about the creature, but at that age I didn't know how to do that. All I know is that to me, it was a mountain of a creature, and it was covered in dark, shaggy hair. My sisters made us sit there for a few minutes to make sure that it was gone, and then we ran back to the house without the buckets. I remember them telling my
mother the whole story. All my mother said was for us to be more careful next time and to go back down there and get those buckets. She needed the water. She wasn't being mean about it, she just didn't believe the story. The next event happened while I was with my husband. This is not a bigfoot encounter, but it is just as scary. It was either nineteen sixty seven or sixty eight, and my husband and I had been to Big Creek on that summer day and we had
fished all day from the bank. It was always a great time for us, and I loved going with him. When it was too dark to see, we packed his gear up and loaded the car. I loved the drive home with the windows down in the cool night air blowing through the car. We talked and we talked. The drive home was almost seventy miles and the halfway point
was the summit of Monte Cristo Mountain. If the sky was clear, we would pull over at a clearing at the summit, and he and I would sit on the hood of the car and watch stars for a while. There was not as much light pollution in those days, and a billion stars blanketed the black sky. It was a sight to see. My husband drew my attention to and pointed to an area of the sky. It was a dark spot. Something appeared to be blocking our view of the stars. In this one location. It was perfectly round.
Stars were everywhere, and one round dark spot was no stars. It was very strange. A few minutes later, we saw lights begin to come from the blacked out area of the sky. They were like small pen lights, growing and moving in random motions, coming towards us. It was hard to see, and it took us a minute to realize that the lights were headed our way. At the last minute, we both jumped from the hood and quickly got in
the car. It was time to go, but the lights were on us, flying around the car and underneath the car. They were everywhere. My husband turned the ignition and the car battery barely turned the engine over. He tried again, and the battery still chugged at the engine, but finally it started. He backed us up to the highway, and off we went down Monte Christo with those lights following us. Some were still with us, and I could see several right outside my window. Some flew through the open glass
in his side, and they exited my side. I don't know how far we had driven, but it wasn't too far before the lights slowly began to fade behind us until there were none. I was so relieved to be away from those things, and I took a big breath, thinking we were safe. I don't know why I felt there was danger. The lights never harmed us, but it was so strange that it scared both of us anyway. Just about the time that we had settled in for the next thirty miles home, the headlights on the car
began to blink on and off and dim. My husband looked at the battery meter in the dash and said the battery was discharging too fast and it was not getting a charge from the alternator. It was dark, and we had miles to go, and this car was about to quit on us. My husband was smart and he turned everything off that would use battery, including the headlights.
He was able to only run the parking light so that we would be visible to other cars, but I didn't think we would see another car this late and on this stretch of road. As we came out of South Fork and headed towards Eden, he had to turn the lights back on to sea, but they were very dim. Finally we were on the last stretch of the road that would take us home. It was an incline down the mountain out of Eden that would take us to
the house. The engine finally gave up and we coasted all the way to our drive, almost making it to the house, and we walked the last half mile to the house and what we thought was safety. The next day he replaced the battery and the car started, but there were still problems. Over the next month, we had that car in the shop four or five times, and all the issues were electrical circuits were damaged, and the car never stopped blowing fuses to every electrical system in
the vehicle. It began to get so expensive that we finally sold the car. I think the dark area we saw in the night sky was an alien spacecraft and it sent those lights to our location, causing us all this trouble. I will never forget how those small lights circled in and out of our car. It was so strange. I have several other events I could share with you that involve my family. All my children have been witnesses to most of it, and they have all seen Bigfoot.
By the way, best regards and thanks for your channel, Signed Diane. In October of twenty thirteen, I was working third shift Southern Indiana. I live out in the country, with my closest neighbors being around five miles down the road. In either direction. Between us is nothing but dense woodlands, and behind us is more of the same. It was in the hundreds of wooded acres behind the house where I saw it. I was walking out to my car one night on my way to work at around ten pm.
I remember it being a cloudy night with no moon or stars in sight, making it pitchy dark out. We didn't have a security light because I love the night sky and those things create too much light pollution. Instead, I use a flashlight that illuminates roughly six to eight feet in front of me. I was about halfway to my car when I noticed two bright red lights high up in a tree on the edge of the woods that bordered my backyard. I was thinking, oh, those are
cool lights, but then I saw them blink. Those lights were eyes, naturally. My next thought was, what in the world is that? And as I stood there contemplating the possibilities, I realized how silent everything was. I couldn't hear anything. Then I remembered a big brown owl I had seen over the summer. I had watched it fly through the woods and snatch a squirrel off a branch. This has got to be that owl, I thought. I stood there
and watched it for a few minutes. While it sat up there watching me, it turned its head a few times, as if it were looking at something behind it, but then it would turn back and look at me again. I was congratulating myself on the good luck for having seen it when its eyes vanished. My brief disappointment was interrupted seconds later when I heard what sounded like a branch snapping. That was followed by a huge crashing sound
and a colossal thud that I fell more than heard. Suddenly, it was like a freight train was hurling through the woods at high speed. Shock held me motionless as my mind tried to wrap itself around what was happening. Somewhere in the back of my mind, something was telling me to get in my car now, and I snapped into action. I jumped in and shut the door against whatever was tearing through the trees, but by then I couldn't hear anything. It had run deeper into the woods. Then I thought,
that's no owl. I actually said it out loud. I've never heard anything much like that noise. When it was running, it sounded like the trees and its path were snapping in two. The next morning, when I got home, I noticed there were a lot of small broken trees in the area where I had seen the eyes. I didn't go searching for whatever had broken them, though. I figured it left me alone, and I'll leave it alone. I tried to tell different people about the incident, but they
all acted like I was crazy. It's nice to be able to tell it now without judgment. Whatever that thing was, it was bigger than anything I know of around here. Not long after that, I moved to the day shift. One morning, I was out driving to work and I passed the creek I had driven by a thousand times before. It was ten to fifteen foot wide, with banks at about four or five feet high. Although it always floods after a heavy rain, it was pretty close to dry
on that day. I'd never seen anything in the creek bed outside of the rocks that were always there, But on this morning, I saw something black in that creek. The closer I got to it, the more I realized just how massive it was. It looked like a gorilla I had seen once at the zoo, but this thing was a heck of a lot bigger. It took up about half the creek bed, and it was taller than the creek banks. Despite the fact that it looked like it was sitting. As I drove by it, trees blocked
my view and I lost sight of it. I stopped, and I turned around, and I went back to get another glimpse, but it was gone. There were only the rocks that I had seen a few thousand times, and I knew we had black bears coming into our area, but they didn't get that big. I'd gotten a pretty good look at it before the trees got in the way, and the only analogy I could manage was a gorilla sitting with its back to me, large, solid black, and hairy.
Two months later, on the interstate exit I take on my way home from work, I saw something chase a deer across both of the east and westbound lanes. This exit was about five miles from where I had seen the creature sitting in the creek. I was a quarter mile from the exit, with a clear view of both lanes and the bridge that crossed over the interstate. I saw exactly where the deer came up out of the ditch and crossed the road, passing in front of a speed limit sign for the ramp on the other side.
As the deer was passing the sign, something black followed chasing it. It's going to catch it, I thought, seeing that it was running faster than the deer. The black thing crossed the interstate and then across my exit, right in front of the speed limit sign. It all happened in a matter of seconds, but I got a clear view of the chase. They had both vanished into the woods by the time I reached the exit and I
stopped at the speed limit sign. I tried to visually follow their path, hoping to observe them further, but the trees made that impossible. I turned my attention to the sign and I thought, there's no way. That sign was eight feet tall and that black thing was as tall. As the sign, I got back in my car and took off as fast as I could, and I thank the Lord that I was heading south and they were heading north. I don't know what it was. Nothing around here gets that big. The only thing I could think
of was a bigfoot or a dog man. Since then, it has occurred to me that something happened years before these two sightings that I just told you. On a clear night, I was fishing with my kids on the Ohio River bank on the Indiana side. It was a beautiful, clear night with the moon shining down on the water. We were having a great time fishing. We heard something that sounded kind of like an elk calling out, but
it wasn't quite an elk. I know some elks were released in Kentucky, however, I didn't think they were in the far north. When we heard another one, it was like they were calling back and forth to each other on the Kentucky side. We were thinking how cool it was until we heard one sound off deep in the woods behind us on the Indiana side. I thought that was weird, and I decided it was time to go.
I didn't think much more about it until the following weekend, when we went fishing on a small lake to twenty miles from north of the Ohio River in the Hoosier National Forest in Indiana. We just all got set up to fish, and when we heard the same sound come from across the lake, I knew they didn't have elk in that area. There was a big clearing across the lake that stretched from the bank to the trees about
fifty yards, but I didn't see anything. Whatever was making that sound was in the woods, and I got my kids out of there real quick. We've been back since that night. We've never heard or seen anything. There were stories across the river in Kentucky about something they called a sheep squatch. It's some kind of bigfoot creature with horns. I looked it up and I found what some said it sounds like, And it sounded like what we heard on the river and again at the lake, and it
makes me wonder just what could be out there. One thing is certain, I find comfort in knowing that I'm not the only one who has experienced this sort of things. If it is insolutely, because it is in any INDI