This story is from my Mother, she told me this a few years ago.
When I was about 12, my family and I went out camping to a place about 3 hours from our home. I do not remember the name of the place, but I do remember what it looked like. To your left, you see a stream and then thick trees. Straight ahead, you see a bridge standing about 7 meters off the ground, 500 meters away. To your right, it is more trees and then a small road we took here. This bridge was abandoned, nobody came here.
We set up our tents and began making the campfire. There was me, my parents, my 3 sisters and 3 brothers. About 4 tents in total, if I recall. The first day went okay. All that really happened was me feeling like I was being watched constantly, by something in the forest. I shrugged it off as no one would believe me.
The second day was when it happened, we all got up and our of our tents to start a fire. My dad, a strong man nobody dared to mess with was with us. My sister, spotted something on the bridge, it was horrifying.
A big, tall, furry, dark haired creature was on the bridge staring down at us. It was about 9-10 feet tall with it’s arms hanging below it’s knees. It stood there staring at us. My dad, I have never seen him so scared in my life. I remember us packing our shit and getting the hell out of there as fast as we could. Before it turned to walk away, it let out the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard. It was a mix of a dog and a human, if that makes sense. It then ran into the forest off the bridge.
I will never forget the way it looked down at us, with it’s big yellow eyes.