This is a true story my brother wrote:
So to start off this story I’ll need to give you a back story on myself and the person/s involved. I live in a semi rural area in Far North Queensland just south of Cairns that is surrounded by dry bushland, rain forests and mountains. My mother and sister are both religious (more or less), and do believe in creatures and manifestations that exist beyond our knowledge. My father and I on the other hand, have always been the “I’ll have to see it to believe it.” type. This all started back when I was 17. It was a rainy night due to the torrential down pour of the wet season (it’s especially bad in the tropics).
Anyways, my friends and I were out long boarding around the block and we had just left my house and were approaching one of our favourite hills. Due to the weather, visibility was rather poor and we couldn’t see 5 ft in front of us. On the left hand side there was a 1/2 acre block of land that was covered with tall grass. My friends decided they’d go first while I was tying my laces, although I couldn’t see them, I could hear them going down as long boards aren’t exactly discrete. They reached the bottom and shouted the all clear for me (we had a system where the first ones down had to watch for cars). Before setting off I started to feel a little uneasy, like I was being watched, but thinking nothing of it I set off down the hill. About halfway down I began to hear what sounded like footsteps behind, or rather, “thuds”. Kind of like what you hear when a dog’s paws hit the pavement mid-run…
Only it sounded heavier. Bigger. It continued down the hill after me and at this point I was kinda freaking out and lost focus. I turned to see what was running after me, and to my horror I was petrified to find a 7-8 ft tall being with what looked to be yellow eyes, pointed ears and a greyish-black mane. I noticed that this thing had locked eyes with me the second I turned my head and the speed was unlike any animal I’ve seen run before.
While I was fixated on this creature, I paid little attention to what was happening in front of me and my board hit a rock- I wiped out in the middle of the road. I managed to control my fall and rolled, eventually stopping as I laid face down on the road. Fearing that whatever was chasing me might be standing over me, I mustered up the courage to look. I glanced over the corner of my arm and saw that whatever was chasing me down the hill had gone, but I was frozen, mostly due to shock and disbelief. After about 5 minutes laying there on the road, my friends came back to see if I was okay. I could hear them cracking jokes about me eating shit on the fall but I was in no mood for jokes. Still making fun of me, they helped me to my feet and we walked home… but I still felt like I was being watched.
Even in the presence of my friends, the feeling just wouldn’t subside. Upon arriving back at my house I told my mum and dad about the whole ordeal and as I expected, my father shrugged it off saying “your mind was just playing tricks on you”. On the other hand, mum seemed convinced but didn’t say much. The rest of the night was pretty chill after that, I had a shower, cleaned up the grazes and went to bed. That was the first encounter.
The second encounter took place roughly a few days after the first. This time it happened while I was inside, in the kitchen. It was around 9pm and I was starting to wind down for the night as I had school the following day. Whilst getting a drink from the fridge, I stared out the window… Why? I have no idea. Anyways, I daydreamed off towards the street light on the backroad behind my house. We have two driveways, one out the front and one out the back that connects to the main street behind my house. During the day it gets pretty busy as its the main road in our area. So, as I stared at the street light on the main road, my eye caught a glimpse of something standing directly under it. I focused on it for at least a minute or two and managed to mentally record the following features. Much like before, it had those same, distinctive large-pointed ears.
I noted the muscular build on the chest and arms on this thing this time, almost like one of those body builder types, and the legs kind of resembled that of a dog’s hind legs. It gets better, the fucked part for me was it’s hands. It had ordinary hands!? Like… opposable thumbs and all, at least from what I could tell given the distance! I would boil it down to a prankster fucking with me… If it wasn’t 7-8 ft tall. It had one hand on the lamp-post and the other was sort of knuckled down on the ground, to me it looked like it was having a rest or something. When the familiarisation with this thing set in… I began shitting myself, especially because of course when I decided to look over, it decided to turn its head to the house and look back. Fuck sakes. I noticed its ears had punched up and it seemed more alert now… which, correct me if I’m wrong, usually in dogs indicates full attention. I came to my senses and ran to lock the door.
In a panic, I called out for my sister and my mum to come (dad I’m pretty sure was at work still at the time). They came rushing in as I was fucking frantic about the whole thing, I told them exactly what I saw and as clearly as I could… but by the time we went out to the balcony to look the creature had vanished. At this point I was pretty sure I was going crazy and starting to see shit that wasn’t actually there… that was, until the next two encounters I had in the weeks to follow.
The third encounter was lot shorter than the others, but it was so fucking intense it had me on edge for ages. It was the weekend, and mum had decided to go into town with my sister. I decided to stay in for a night of gaming, I didn’t mind being home alone. It started off as a pretty good night, I was going positive on Battlefield 4, so my mood was at a high. After about an hour of gaming I started hearing a scratching noise outside my headset. I thought maybe my headset was playing up, so I took it off and the scratching became very apparent when I sourced it to the stairs right outside my window. Just FYI, my window is about 8-9 ft off the ground, the only way you can look through it is if you’re actually on the balcony. Our house is on a slope, so it has stilts which is basically where my room is. This is how I was able guesstimate the height of this thing. Nervously, I looked up at my window and there I saw them. Those same pointed ears just rising centimetres away from the window seal.
This scared the hell out of me and I was frozen again at the realisation that this thing was right outside my bedroom window, taunting me. It was probably drawn to the sound of me talking to my friends online…
All I know is this thing seemed to enjoy my torment. I buried my face into my pillow and sat on the floor… Listening. I could hear it panting, much like a dog with subtle growling under its breath and the stairs creaking under its weight. Fuck, I thought. I shut my eyes and after what seemed like a lifetime, the scratching finally stopped and I could hear thudding across the lawn as it seemingly made its departure. I was able to pull my face from my pillow.. But I stayed grounded on my bedroom floor. I didn’t leave my room the whole night until my mother and sister came back at 2-3am.
My final and most recent encounter took place when my sister and I were driving on a secluded road that leads to the national park roughly 10-15 minutes down from my house. It was a nice afternoon, my sister and I are into photography and thought we’d get some nice scenic shots out that way. However this encounter didn’t take place until we were on our way home. In fact, I’m not actually sure if this counts as an encounter considering the large possibility of misidentification. Anyways, we were heading back and just got onto a windy section of road that takes us through the more dense parts in the bush. It’s made up of tall trees, dense grassland and shrubs, not to mention its also farmers’ land so its pretty common to see a stray horse or cow cross the road.
As I was driving I caught something moving amongst the grass out of the corner of my eye. It was something rather big, so I stopped the car and looked at the area I thought I saw it move in. My sister funnily enough, also saw something move, but to this day she still tells me she isn’t entirely sure what she saw that day. Out of extreme anxiety and the fact that she kept telling me to drive, we took off home and didn’t return for a while. Its been about a year since I’ve had these encounters, things have gone quiet but it always sits in the back of my mind whether or not I will see the creature again.
Actually, come to think of it, just yesterday mum told me that she had a strange feeling of being watched when she was checking on our chickens in the back yard. Supposedly something was spooking them in the night, so she went down with a torch, which is something she does all the time but this time she found herself bolting back to the house due to eery feelings.
Honestly I still ponder on how the situations could have changed depending on where I could have been in each of them. What would have happened if I was outside when that thing approached my window? I hate to think that this creature would cause me extreme harm or possibly death but I do know that it was or is indeed a possibility. I still don’t know to this day if what I saw was authentic or not. We’ve nicknamed it “dogman”… but it’s only after these encounters that I have learned from the online community that dogman is apparently very much at large…