The Mount Vernon Monster

I lived about two to three miles, as the crow flies, from where these events happened at that time. While I never saw it, I did see and hear evidence of it, including a deer impaled on a metal fence post less than one hundred yards from my house. Now, I've done a lot of research into this, and I've been able to piece together some very interesting evidence, both from what

I saw and experienced as well as from others. From nineteen seventy eight until nineteen seventy nine, nocturnal screams were heard from a patch of woods one mile from the historic home of George Washington, and there was at least one sighting in that area of a creature six feet tall and covered with hair. Thelma Crisp saw it. See the link to the Washington Post article. Children were scared to death, and dogs went nuts barking, and people were

freaked out. By May of nineteen seventy nine, Fairfax County Police had had enough, so they brought out a park police chopper with search lights and they searched one hundred acres of woods bordering Union Farm with six policemen with radios in the woods ready to signal the chopper, but they never found anything. This created such a stir that in nineteen seventy nine, The Washington Post wrote an article on it. I'm going to mention a few links through

this man's research in his email to me. They're all going to be linked in the description below. You guys can go read them. In addition, here is audio of the actual screams recorded in nineteen eighty. Go to the end of the interview and there are multiple recordings of it. Go to the one hour, twenty minute and fifty two second mark. There'll be a YouTube link in the description. Police didn't want to talk about it. Many people claimed it was a hoax, some kids with a sound system

back in the woods. They said, well, here's an account from someone who lived right in that area and had a direct encounter with it, which proves this was no hoax. Well it was. There's no hoax. There was something there in the woods. For a while. They used to go down there two or three times a week with another friend. I would never go alone. I first heard about it while reading the Alexandria Gazette in nineteen seventy nine, and the first time I went out there to check it

out was in nineteen eighty three. I was nineteen years old at that time. My buddy and I went out in the woods to listen for something, and we stayed in the woods for thirty minutes, but we didn't hear anything. And then we went back to the car and got in and turned the engine on because it was chilly out. The police came down to see what we were doing in three separate squad cars. The officer asked us what we were doing there. My buddy told him that we

were there to listen for that monster. This officer had a good chuckle, and he told us that he personally didn't believe in it, but that his partner did, and just as that came out of his mouth, there was a horrific scream from one hundred feet away told us to get out of there, and at that point he ran to a squad car and he raced down Union Farm Road and through the gate of the old Union Farm with the other squad cars following him. They had

their spotlights on in every direction. Well, we left immediately. On another night, I was down there with four other friends of mine. We were hanging out on a little bridge just at the entrance to the old Union Farm property. We were playing twenty questions just to pass the time, and I kept hearing these strange knocks of wood on wood every few minutes. I don't think the other guys paid attention to it, but I heard it three separate times.

I told my buddies that I kept hearing the knocks, and after saying, hey, guys, that's the third time I've heard that sound, this thing is screaming at us. It was the most horrific scream I've ever heard, and it was about twenty five or thirty feet from us. The most harrowing part was that we had to run right by it to get to the car, and as we were running past it to the car, it screamed again, and the scream was totally enveloping, and it felt as

if it would knock you over. Well, at that point I was about ten or twelve feet away from it, and I can tell you this was no speaker or person that can scream like that. This was a low, guttural scream that came from the belly and up through the chest, and it was nothing I have ever heard before. I've been out in the woods my entire life. A hunt and I camp and I fish, and there's no

animal that can make that kind of sound. And that particular evening, only two of us were believers up until that point, and after that night, all five of us were believers in this creature. Well, that was the scariest night of my life, and I'll never forget it. There were other occasions that we would go out there and listen, and we actually heard it yelling several times, but never

at a close range. Again. It tossed rocks at me and my buddy once, and we even saw its breath on a really cold evening right at the tree line on a golf course. Now, people can be skeptics all they want. That's their choice. But when you experience something like my friends and I did, well, you never forget it. You question a lot of your former beliefs. That's the

end of the quote. Here are a pattern of things that happened in this wilderness area, some of which I saw and heard, says the writer, including a deer impaled on a metal fence post. And there are other incidents from friends that I knew, and another incident in a densely wooded area of Fort belfour belf b E l v O R. I don't know how to say that from that time period, and it was recently posted on the BFRO website. All of this evidence proves that this was not a hoax, that there was some kind of

cryptic in this area. And I lived on the treeline of a dense wilderness area two or three miles as the crow flies, northwest of where Union Farm Road is, which is where all of these screams and both sidings happened. Now, this is a wilderness area about seven miles long and three miles wide in places, and was very close to

Mount Vernon on the eastern side. The northeastern section is Hunty Meadows Park, which is a two square mile swamp, and the southwestern side is part of the US Army base at Fort Bell whatever that word Bell b E l V or Belvaux Bell bellv A, I don't know. And it's more hilly in terrain, and it's four or five miles long. So this area was flanked on the

eastern side by Route one. As you drove south on Route one, there were even more square miles of dense woods broken up here in there by two lane roads and a couple of neighborhoods going all the way down to Mason Neck Wildlife Refuge on the Potomac River. At the time, me and my friends were completely unaware of any sightings or activity outside of what we saw and experienced, And as I pointed out earlier, I didn't even find out about the Mount Vernon Monster until recently. While we

were a bit mystified at the things we experienced. For the most part, we dismissed the idea of Bigfoot or dog Man because it was less than twenty miles from Washington, d C. And when I heard of the Mount Vernon Monster accounts in a BFR report from that time period, it was an AHA moment for me. And from here he lists out several experiences and I'm just going to read them word for word, because these are real. These are really cool. Number one nineteen seventy five seventy six.

We had just moved into a neighborhood which bordered the west side out of where Hunting Meadows Park and Fort Belvoir meet. That year, I found what looked like a lean to shelter in a densely wooded area near the Fort, over towards the backside of Woodlong Plantation near Mount Vernon. It was a tree that had been snapped over about eight feet up, with rather large logs piled up against it.

I didn't see any marks, no axe marks. Also found a pile of deer bones in a different area near the fort that was within one mile of my house. Number two nineteen seventy five seventy six. A friend of mine who lived one block over from where I lived, but right on the tree line, had his rabbit hutches ripped apart one night and the rabbits were gone and left a blood trail going into the woods. There are no bears in the area, and this was thirty five

years before coy wolves showed up. His family was from Oregon. He thought it was a bigfoot, but I just laughed at him. I absolutely believe bigfoot existed, but that was only in remote areas, or so I thought. Number three nineteen seventy six. I had a terrifying experience way back in the woods one night when I was cutting through a densely wooded area in the forts. I'm going to stop this video and I'm going to look up how to pronounce this fort Just you guys, hang on just second, Okay.

I just ran about three Google pronouncement videos, and it's pronounced in several different ways bevoir in Europe and beilva in the United States. From now on, I'm just going to call it fort B. So let's go back to number three and start over. Nineteen seventy six. I had a terrifying experience way back in the woods one night when I was cutting through a densely wooded area and fort B on an old dirt road to get home. And while I didn't see anything, it was a typical encounter.

The feeling of dread cam over me, like I was being watched from the tree line. And then I heard a loud crack, and when I walked, I could hear movement behind the tree line when I stopped, and then it would stop, But whatever it was did not follow me. Number four nineteen seventy six through nineteen seventy seven. Some friends were back in the woods one night, fifty yards from where the rabbit hutches were raided, when something very

large came crashing through the woods like a bulldozer. It was grunting and growling, and it knocked over a rotten tree. They didn't see it because there was no moon that night, and they nearly wet their pants as they fled out of the woods in terror. Number five nineteen seventy seven. The BFRO website had a report filed a couple of years ago from an MP who was stationed at Davidson

Army Airfield in nineteen seventy seven. He heard this thing crashing through the woods like a bulldozer and actually saw its red eyes. Back in the woods one night after a herd of deer stampeded past his guard shack. A terrified motorist pulled up to his guard shack that night and said he almost hit a rather large, hairy creature with red eyes, and there were other sightings in the area at that time. Here is that report. He gives

the length. The link is in the description. This was the southern end of the wilderness section of Fort b where these other things happened, and about two miles from the habitat I found. This is number six. In nineteen seventy seven, one night I heard the most bizarre vocalization I've ever heard in the woods, and it was coming from just behind the tree line near my house. I

knew it wasn't an owl, a fox, et cetera. It did sound a little like some of the more uncommon loon vocalizations, but this was way too big to be a and the sound started off way lower than a loon. Number seven. It was a morning in nineteen seventy nine or nineteen eighty, and we noticed a deer that had been impaled on a four foot tall, flat topped metal

fence post. We were mystified at how this deer managed to impale itself on a flat top metal fence post, but it never occurred to us that it was a cryptid warning for us to stay out of its territory. None of us had ever heard anything about the Mount Vernon Monster because we lived way over on the northwest

side of the swamp. Number eight, in my opinion, whatever, this was moved out by the mid nineteen eighties for two main reasons, the combination of Fort B construction on satellite monitoring sites and managed deer hunts to thin the

deer population. My guess is that it followed the Potomac River south in nineteen eighty five nineteen eighty six, I did find what looked like another lean to shelter, except this time it was within three hundred yards of where the deer had been impaled, and it looked like it hadn't been used in years. And he says, if you

want to call me to discuss, here's my number. I got this email back in I think it was April of twenty twenty, and I'm just now getting to it, so I don't know if the man would even want to talk to me. Now I don't really do interviews anymore, namely because everybody, every single person I tried to interview, does not have Internet or they don't have any way to communicate with me other than with a cell phone. The audio was so bad on those I just gave up.

I couldn't find anybody to do an interview with through Skype, Facebook, whatever, so that doesn't really have anything to do with the story. But I'm just telling you to call him and interview him. I guarantee you he does not have I'm kind of internet communication thing or whatever, so I'm not gonna call him. But I thought this was fascinating right up near Washington, d C. Just three or four miles from Mount Vernon, and this is a documented series of encounters that people

have in the Northeast, which is not very common. You don't hear about these monster encounters in that area. But I thought it was worthy sharing with you guys because I found it very interesting, and I hope you guys liked it.