BIGFOOT Tore the House Down

was twelve feet off the ground. On a cold and quiet November morning, I was in the stand with my two seventy rifle waiting for that big buck to come through. I'd gotten to the deer stand early that morning, and after a couple of hours of sitting in the dark, daylight finally made its appearance. I started to hear lumbering, bipedal footsteps coming from my left side, crunching and snapping

the leaves as they went forward. It couldn't have been a deer, because even the most heavy footed buck still sounded like a squirrel on the ground to me, if that made any noise at all. But the sound was different, so many things started crossing my mind about what it could be. I knew it wasn't a deer, and it was unlikely that it was another hunter because no one lived nearby. Even then, the footsteps were far too heavy

to be a human. I thought maybe someone's cow got loose and was wandering through the woods, but there were no cows in the nearby area, and certainly none that walked on two feet. Whatever it was, it had my full attention. The footsteps were so heavy that I was sure I would see whatever it was because the woods weren't very dense. All the leaves had fallen to the ground by that point in the season, and I could

easily see sixty yards through the trees. The footsteps stopped occasion, as if they were checking out the surroundings and smelling the air, and then they continued toward me. This happened several times until they were I guessed fifteen yards from me. I was on the edge, to say the least. I had my weapon ready, but I never took off the safety, and I never pointed it at anything because it was

nothing to point out. I scanned the area in the state of confusion because I was clearly hearing these footsteps, but there was absolutely no living thing to be seen anywhere around me. It was moving invisibly through the woods without disturbing a single twig or branch. I didn't know what else to do but sit there and be still and be as quiet as I could until it was gone. At one point it must have seen or smelled me, because I heard it turn around and move in the

opposite direction. And when the sound of its footsteps faded to nothing, I exited the deer stand and I went back home, and I looked over my shoulder the whole way back. The incident left me baffled. There was simply no way that I would not have been able to see this creature. I've heard other stories of similar experiences people have had about hearing something close by but never seeing it, and recently I heard of the concept that

bigfoot have cloaking abilities. I have never experienced anything like that again, nor do I want to. Maybe it saw my weapon and decided to go in another direction. Maybe it was a cloak to bigfoot or something else paranormal. No matter what it was, I couldn't see it, though I'm sure it could see me. That's enough to make a young teenager think twice about going into the woods again. Thank you for the work that you do on these podcasts.

You're welcome. Sharing all these people's experiences has helped many of us realize that strange occurrences are more frequent than one might assume. Yes, that is true to the writer. He didn't say to I don't think he said to say his names. All won't. But fear's as he knows who it is. That is true people, I mean, not just by you know, the evidence are the fact that I get so many emails is that strange things happen

out in the woods. But this is a small podcast, and you know, we get hundreds of letters from people describing every kind of weird thing you can imagine. But just imagine all the people who actually do experience it, who've never heard this podcast. They don't send them in. I mean, the numbers must be huge, and it makes you wonder what's going on out in the woods. I've

never experienced anything really weird. There has been something going on lately here around yet y'all know, I don't really show it much anymore, about me taking my dog's walking every morning around a path that we have and my property and my neighbors perty, and it's just a good relaxing time for me, you know. I ride my bike or I walk or whatever, and it's quiet, especially this time of year. It's so quiet. In the fall, the bugs are quiet, and I don't know, it's just real

peaceful out there, and the sun's coming up. It's so pretty. But this thing's been happening, and it's never happened before. I did have five dogs. I've only got three now, and there's one that stays home. She never goes walking with us. She's my little pug. She's little, the little she's her highness. She thinks she doesn't have to exercise, and so she doesn't. But I've got two dogs that usually go with me, and normally they know our route.

They're way ahead of me, sometimes where I can't even see them, or they get hung up on a smell behind me and I get way ahead of them. So half the time I'm riding or walking that route, I never know where they are. They're out in the woods sniffing, and you know what dogs do. But the last couple of weeks, there's been two days where we get to my neighbor's property and we're about to go on his property and they just stop and they will not go any further. And they've never done that, and I get

frustrated with them. I'll get one hundred yards ahead of them. I can see them, maybe down a levee or down a you know, a straight path, and I'll start whistling at them and calling to them to come on, and they just stand there and look at me, and they won't come. They won't do it, and so I'll have I mean, I don't want to leave them if these dogs follow me everywhere, But if I left them, I don't know where they would go. They might wander off in the woods, and I don't want them to do that.

So I want them. Keep them close where I'm keep an eye on them and call them back when they run off. But so I go back and we just go home. They don't, they don't want to do it. It's happened twice. I have no idea what that's all about. We have had some some uh I want to call them wild dogs or stray dogs. And this county is full of stray dogs, and we're lucky that we don't

get too many come up on this property. But when they do, they usually kill a couple of chickens or and most of the time when we're not here, sometimes we come back, we'll have lost eight or nine chickens. They're just laying out in the yard dead. As a matter of fact, that happened about three weeks ago. We think we lost six or eight. We had our flock up to about thirty or thirty five birds, and we're

now down to maybe twenty five twenty eight birds. And we've just lost a We've just lost a lot of chickens. But and then the other day I was sitting in here working and I saw this flash. I had my door open. I saw this flash go by the front of my little recording working shock out here, and I jump outside and there's this big, old, muscled up, tan colored pit bull chasing my chickens. He was trying to kill him. I keep a shotgun right next to the door. I raised it up a shot behind him. I had

the beat on him. My instinct was to shoot him, but I just can't shoot a dog unless they need to be shot, and this dog had a collar on. I didn't want to kill somebody's dog, but I did want to run him off, so I shot, and I may have peppered his butt just a little bit with some gravel. I didn't hit him with any shot. But I made sure that he knew that this was not a good place to be, and he ran around the house and I've never seen him again. I don't know

where he went. I don't know what was happening, but man, that was a big old It's like one of those big pit bull, muscled up bodybuild of dogs you see in these pictures on the internet. I kind of wonder if these dogs are not marking out there and my archiotes maybe, and my dogs aren't wanting to cross that barrier normally they want to. They kind of claim that area as their own. That's a long story to say. There are weird things that happen in the woods, and

they don't really happen to me. I've never had anything really strange. I've always enjoyed being in nature and looking at the wildlife and just being in a peaceful place. Sometimes I'll take a long chair and just walk right out in the middle of the woods and sit down, and I'll just sit there and read a book. It's the most peaceful. If you have any woods near you,

you ought to try that. Pick up a book, take you a light long chair, just walk out in the middle of the woods, find you a log or a stump to prop your feed up on and kick back and read a book for a couple hours. You will love it. It's if you like peace and solitude. It's really something fun to do. All right, how about we go to another story. Thanks for listening to my yacking. All right, all right, thank you for clicking on the video. We got five five five, not five five, not five

five five, just five Bigfoot stories in this podcast. I really hope you like it. Most people like the Bigfoot stories I get. So I made her and found five Bigfoot stories for this podcast, just for the Bigfoot people. And I appreciate you clicking on the video. Now, y'all ready for some stories. All right, here we go. I'm from South End in the UK, which is about thirty five miles east of London. Ten years ago, when I was seventeen, my sister, our friend and I went out

for a walk one evening. We ended up on a new road that had only been opened for maybe a year. It was in the middle of a farmer's field and near an old World War II bunker. They were round and reinforced concrete buildings that were dotted all around southeast England and were used as lookouts for German aircraft. This bunker hadn't been used since the war. One of the doorways had been blocked up with dirt and overgrown with plants, and just behind it was a long dirt footpath with

trees hugging both sides. When we got to the bunker, our friend Matt went inside to explore it. My sister and I stayed on the path and we joked with him that he shouldn't get scared. Don't get scared, we said, But just as we started to tease him, we heard a noise coming from the trees to our right. When we turned to look, we saw what I can only describe as a thing. It had two large red eyes, at least seven feet high, and it crashed through the

trees toward us like a derailed train. I couldn't call it a monster, and I can't call it a human because all we saw were the eyes. My sister and I ran for our lives, shouting at Matt as we went to get the hell out of there, And when we made it back to the road in the field again,

my sister and I stopped to catch our breath. We looked worriedly back toward the wooded area, but Matt still hadn't come out, and we were both bouncing on our toes and pacing restlessly, half expecting to hear him scream or cry for help, and half expecting to see the eyes chase after us again. After the longest five seconds of my life, we saw Matt sprinting out of the wooded area, and when he got to us, we ran the rest of the way home, looking over our shoulders

the whole way. I'm not sure if this is connected at all, but something strange happened. Two weeks later. I had gotten up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night to get some water, and when I looked out my window I saw a bright, glowing light hovering twenty feet from the ground. I watched it for an entire minute as it floated motionlessly, and then in the blink of an eye, it shot up into the air and it was gone. Out of caution, I looked in the direction of the bunker, sort of expecting to

see the glow of the red eyes again. Thankfully, I didn't see anything but the darkness of the woods I couldn't get over or the coincidence, though, What are the chances of two strange events like this happening in the same area just two weeks apart. Maybe the light was looking for the creature, or maybe it wasn't related at all. Either way, I started locking my windows after that. Stay safe in this weird time. Oh man, what a good story. Thank you for that story from England, thirty five miles

east of London. Wow, that's pretty cool. Was it a ufo? Was it a bigfoot? Was it some kind of demon? I don't know. I don't know. You never know on these things, but this was really good. I love these stories from the UK. Certainly appreciate the writer sending it. Okay, here's an email about the Alabama White Thing. My wife and I bought property in Coleman, Alabama a few years ago, and not long after moving in, we heard a story

about a sighting of the Alabama White Thing. My wife was talking to someone at the beauty shop and they told her about a sighting that occurred only a mile from where she lived. According to the story, ten years earlier, a young man was visiting his folks who lived down the road. When he left to go home, he witnessed a large white animal running across the field on all fours. The animal stood up at the edge of the field, stepped over a barb wire fence, and walked into the

woods on two feet. After hearing this story, my wife asked me about Bigfoot and whether or not I believed in it and if I thought the creature was still lurking in the area. While I was honest and I told her I had seen so many unusual things that did not discount the possibility that some sort of humanoid throwback existed. And I also told her I had no idea if the creature was still in the area, but I thought it was unlikely. What she didn't know is that I have a number of friends who say they

have witnessed a bit foot type creatures. One in particular, was witnessed by four separate people at the same time in Blunt County, just thirty miles from where we live. According to the story, the group was hunting in the woods on a mountain. It was late at night, and the dogs were out ahead of the group, chasing raccoons. They were following a creek bed when all of a sudden, the dogs came running past the hunters yelping what their

tails took low. My friend said that they rounded a corner in a creek when a large, hair covered creature stood up and ran across the water in up a steep bank. The creature used its hands to grab roots and tree branches to climb out, and then disappeared into the darkness. Now I was not a stranger to these tails, but my wife had never even thought about such things until she learned about the white Thing. When her curiosity grew, I eventually told her the various sightings I had been

aware of around the area over the years. Well, not long after that, in December of twenty twenty three, she came home again with yet another story about the white thing. This time it was a more recent story, and in this story, a coworker said that one night, the herd of ruckus in the woods behind their house. The noise was a mix between a baby crying and a woman's

screaming bloody murder. Days later, the same people said that they went out at the break of day to carry out the garbage or something like that, when they saw a large, white haired creature walk behind their barn and disappear into the woods. I have come to believe that these creatures lurk much closer to civilization than most people realize.

Since many of these stories happen right where I live, I've taken up an interest in cryptis and I'm looking for a group of like minded people who are willing to share stories and information. To any of your listeners who live in Alabama and have heard about the White Thing, be careful out there. You are not alone. I hope you find a group in Alabama to kind of settle your curiosity and your newfound enthusiasm to look for cryptids.

You can I know my friend cat Rabbit has a little group that they get together, and Lenita Bright, She's has claimed she has bigfoot come on her property all the time. You can probably look them up on Facebook. I'm trying to think of the name of cat Rabbits group. Maybe it's Alabama Bigfoot Hunters or something like that. But if the writer will email me, I'll connect you with them. But this white thing, this bigfoot, this white thing, Alabama

white thing phenomenon is coming up more and more. And I don't know if it was because I've come across a few stories and read them on the pot cast, but it's almost like the there's two, two or three. Let's see, there's three that I can that come to mind. Number one the stories that recur a lot is the Jersey Giant and the pine barrens of the northeastern United States. I think they're in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, I don't know.

And then there is the Mogolon. I know it's mogi on, but I call it moglon because the l is a L. It's not silent. It is in Spanish but not in English, so I call it the Moglon monster out in Arizona. Got tons of stories of that, the Jersey Giant, and then Momo in Missouri, the Missouri Momo monster, which is a bigfoot. I bet I've gotten a dozen of those. So you got the Jersey Giant, the Alabama and now

we have the Alabama white Things. So you got the Jersey Giant, Oglon monster, Momo in Missouri, and now the white Thing. And these are local tales about creatures that creep around in the woods and people see them all the time. I mean, I've gotten tons of emails on all these, and it really is an interesting phenomenon. So thank you to the writer for this email. It was really good. I enjoyed it. Thank you. All right. This

is a Mississippi story. This is a good one. One time in Mississippi, I was on my way to work on a billboard. To get there, I had to drive on a hidden road with three houses on it. Two of the houses were abandoned, but an old man lived in the third one. Both of the abandoned houses had cars and trucks and even campers parked out front. Everything

looked like it was just left behind. As I was heading to the end of the road, the old man came out and we got to talking, and he asked if I believed in squats, and I told him, yeah, I believe any That's when he told me about the two other houses. A couple and their children moved into one of the houses, and for about two years, the old man would hear gunshots from their direction in the

middle of the night. He said, gunfire out there is normal since they're in the woods and have black bears to deal with, so he didn't think about it too much. But one day he was going down the road when the neighbor man walked out and stopped him. He asked him if he had seen something creeping around his house in the middle of the night and beating on his house. Well, the old man told him no, but said that there were lots of critters out theres that would do such

a thing. The neighbor asked him if the critters that he was talking about were eight or nine feet tall with hair all over them, and the man was honest and he said, yes, there are what people call bigfoot living in these woods, but to just ignore them, and if they come, shoot once or twice in their direction and they should leave you alone. Two weeks later, the old man was woken up in the middle of the night by multiple gunshots and he heard something screaming louder

than anything he had ever heard. The next afternoon, when he was heading to the store, he noticed a moving truck in front of his neighbor's house, and as he drove by, the guy stopped him again and he said, hey, old timer, I'm leaving this place. Well, the old man asked what had happened and said that he had heard the gunshots the night before, and the neighbor said that in the middle of the night something was beating on the house again, but this time it was worse. Than ever.

He said that not only was the creature beating on the house, but it was also trying to open the door, and the neighbor shot at the door, but it only made things worse, and the creature started ripping the siding off the back of the house and it was shattering the windows. He fired more shots toward the thing. Everything got silent, and then all of a sudden, a tree slammed into the back of a house, and the neighbor said that he had had enough and he and his

wife were leaving. He said he and his brothers would come back another time to pack everything and move out. Two weeks after that, the people who lived in the other house left too. That was three or four years ago, but no one had ever come back to get their stuff. The old man told me to keep my eyes open while I was working, and to make sure that I was out of there before dark, because that's when things

started happening. I told him I had my own experience once, and I asked him if he minded if I came out one evening to investigate. He told me that I could come back anytime I wanted, as long as I called him first. So he was expecting me and to come before dark so we wouldn't accidentally get shot, he said. If I do come back, to come back with a big gun. He said. The creatures have been in the

area for years, but they usually don't anyone. But once in a great while he'll hear the screams and chatter coming from the woods, but for the most part, they leave him alone. He has lived in this house most of his life, and his father and mother before him. His son comes to visit on occasion, but never stays overnight or after dark. Now, I'm not gonna lie. I got the creeps being out there, and I haven't been back yet, but I definitely will, and I'll keep you

posted as to what I find or what happens. And when I go, I'll go with my forty four magnum and my rifle, and I will not go alone. I guarantee you that, Oh man, that good grief you could man, you could write, that's like a two hour story when you love to find these people who have had these experiences and just sit down and I don't know that's

the way I think. Just record what they say and you know, get the get the vibe from them, or try to get the mood or the you know, see if you could hear it or see the fear in them. I don't know. That may be sound, that might be too invasive. But if they were willing to talk, I'd love to talk to them. Of course, they're gone. They hadn't even come back to get their stuff, so I bet you they're not interested in even talking about it.

They just want to put it behind them. But apparently in Mississippi the bigfoots will attack a house and tear sighting off of it and put trees over on it and try to open the door and scare people off. That's terrifying. That is terrifying. And I live in Mississippi. Holy crap. Anyway, I've never had any experience like that, but that is interesting. Okay, thanks for the writer for sending this. It was a great story. I really appreciate it. Okay, I've got a minute to do one more. Let's go, please

in one more story before we quit this podcast. The writer says, I've been meet to write this for a while now, but I always talk myself out of it or find something to stare at on TV. I didn't see anything or smell anything, but I had something really strange happen to me while squirrel hunting one day. It's

kind of dull, but it's one hundred percent true. I live in northwest Arkansas, and from two thousand and three to two thousand and nine I lived up in the woods on the southern edge of the Boston Mountains, which are the foothills of the Ozarks. There are thousands and thousands of acres of National forest lands and some pretty rough country with steep mountain sides and deep, dark hollers. For folks who don't know what a holler is, it is a small, narrow mountain valley akin to a ravine.

Most of the time, a holler is pretty steep on the sides and it's hard to get down into, completely inaccessible to wheeled vehicles. There was such a holler as this on the backside of the property where I lived. It was steep and deep and dark, with giant limestone boulders on the sides of where it started descending from the top of the property. I used to hunt a lot, and I loved just going into the woods by myself.

I hunted on one side of the holler, which gave me a good view of the opposite hillside where the boulders were scattered out. It was one of my favorite spots, but every time I hunted on that side of the holler with the boulders, I had an uneasy feeling. It was weird and hard to explain. I just wasn't comfortable around those giant boulders when I was alone. In two thousand and six, I was squirrel hunting one morning in the early winter on the boulder side of a holler.

I was on the fringe of that area that made me feel uneasy, and as I was getting deeper into that area, I began feeling like something or someone was watching me. I crept slowly through the hardwoods and stopped off in to look for girls and checked my surroundings. There was one area toward the top of the haller that I was drawn to and I kept looking at. But even though I didn't see anything unusual, it still

felt like something was watching me from that direction. But there was nothing I could do about it, though, so I blew it off and I kept going. The game trail that I was on angled down and away from the top of the hill. I had used it many times and it was easy walking as I got deeper into the woods and closer to the area where I felt the eyes, I noticed something lying in the trail

ahead of me. I thought it was a piece of trash carried in by some critter, so I kept going, and when I reached it, I was pretty stunned to find two possum skeletons laying parallel to each other, only inches apart, right in the middle of the trail. Both skeletons had the skulls attached and had a patch of firs still attached back toward the hips, and neither had front legs. Both had a few ribs still attached, but

most of them were broken and incomplete. The bone was bleached white, and the small piece of hide holding the hair was dry and stiff on the hip of both skeletons. It was just weird. The only way those skeletons could have gotten there and been so deliberately displayed was if something laid them there for me to find. There were a lot of coadies and raccoons and possums and bobcats and everything else around there, so I know these two possums didn't die natural death and end up on the

trail by coincidence. My gut told me why they were there, and who put them there, and why I felt like I was being watched. As I stood there, dazed and confused, I tried to decide what to do. I knew no one was going to blieve me, so I picked the skeletons up. I took them home with me. You can believe that when I left those woods, I left a lot faster than I went in that day. Wow, that would be weird to walk up on a trail and find two possums or any animal skeletons laying side by

side like they had been laid there. This writer's right things. I guess they could have got shot there, you know, one bullet to two kills. I don't know. I don't. I always try to be the devil's advocate and try to figure out ways that things could happen. They would explain it, you know that, you wouldn't. You wouldn't blame everything on Bigfoot, which is what a lot of people who believe in Bigfoot do. Anything they see in the woods, all Bigfoot? Did that Bigfoot? Did this? See that trail

of their Bigfoot? Did that? See that little branch broken? Bigfoot? Did that, see that little depression in the woods. Bigfoot did that. But this is one of those things that's like, I don't know. I mean, it could have been a human. It could have been a person with a very weird sense of humor. They could have had a trail camera on you just to see how you reacted. You never know. But if there was none of that, and this really was just kind of a random two possum skeletons together.

And you know what's sad of the saddest of all is I love possums. They're so sweet. My little my little granddaughters have a someone gave them a baby possum. The mama had been run over and the baby possums survived. I don't know how, because the babies usually are attached to the possum's back. But she had been hit. She wasn't dead. The mama wasn't dead. But they picked up the mama and the babies. The mama eventually died or never recovered, and so they kind they kind of unlived it,

which was a merciful thing to do. And my granddaughter's got one of the babies, and they are so sweet. Now they're wild, they're not they're not meant to be pets. They're not a domestic animal or domesticated animal. But you can habituate them and get them used to you, and they'll crawl around on you, and they get man the males get really big, they get big, big old heads on them and stuff. But it would be it would be interesting. But anyway, back to the story, it's kind

of sad that there were two possums there. Anyway, I love the story. It's kind of mysterious and creepy and I thought it was great, so didn't mean to talk here off. But it's on a row. Thanks to the writer. Thanks for tuning in. I appreciate you. If you thought this podcast was good, just reach down there and just mash that little thumbs up button. And if you feel so inclined, leave me a comment. Don't leave me in nasty one. There's no need for that. You ain't got

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