The Monster of Waldo County Maine

It was 4 months ago, where I was 16, I turned 17 on October 6. But August 4, 2017, i was going out with a friend of mine named Roger. We are both fatherless. His father committed suicide 17 years ago. Roger is 20 now.

And my father died in November of 2016 of an accidental drug overdose. Roger & I were going out in the woods for a night to do our usual night activities.

Like looking for wounded animals or lost people or something like that. It was my second time in these woods and it was Rogers first time in the woods.

We usually went in the woods in Washington County. We had our flashlights on us. This night we didn’t know, would scar us for life. It was 11:43 P.M. and we were on separate paths.

We had walk-in talkies of course. He went left and I went right.

About a half hour goes in, and I was walking around.

Then, when I had to take a leak, I got jumped due to someone grabbing my left shoulder. It was Roger. He says in utter whispering, “Clif, there is either someone or something about 56 yards away.”

I followed him and we were hiding in a spot it could’nt see us. We were at our quietest, I felt like I died. This thing we saw was a black silhouette. So black, there was nothing darker. It even had long, raggy hair.

Only about 10 inches long. So I took a picture with my iPad mini muted. It didn’t flash, we did not make a move, and it turns around. evil red eyes. We ran right away from there. But then it ran towards us. This figure was almost 10 feet tall. Roger and I were following each other. We were in 9 miles of woods.

When I fell to the ground, I told Roger to keep running until he heard a noise. What I forgot, was I had a revolver that my dad owned. So, this creature came at full speed and I shot it. Straight in the chest it must have hit the lung.

And after that shot, this creature looked at me, and gave out this ear-piercing, shrieking, High-pitch, Blood-curling scream.

And it ran off. Roger came back back to get me out of this mess. Though I weigh 298 lbs and he weighs 168. He picked me up like I was the weight of 40 lbs. when we went in the house, I saw my right leg had snapped off from the knee down.

But thank god I had a gun with me. Or I would never be alive or telling any of you this story.

Rock Thrower of Colorado

Several years ago, my dad was in town on a break from work. My brothers, my dad, and myself decided to go on a fishing trip up to one of our favorite mountains, the Grand Mesa National Forest. On the way up, my brothers had made a joke about Bigfoot. You can obviously see where this tale is going… it wasn’t uncommon for us to bring up the subject of Bigfoot as we always talked about it when we were younger. We were all fascinated by the idea.
Upon the subject being broached, my brother had said something along the lines of, “It’s like your encounter dad.” I was confused and instantly asked what they were talking about. And so our story begins. For the sake of anonymity, I’ll call my dad Wayne for this story.
The town we live in is the very same town that my dad grew up in. Back when my dad was in his late twenties, he and his friends decided to go late night catfishing right off the Colorado River. They were fishing right off the bank and had a nice fire going – drinking beers, talking about girls, and who knows what else.
About an hour into their late night fishing trip, they heard a very loud splash in the water. Right away one of the first things they had thought was it must be a beaver slapping its tail in the water. Not long after, another loud splash occurred, but closer. “That sounded like a rock” one of them stated.
My dad and his friends walked to the edge of the water. They scanned parts of the bank that was not hidden in foliage. My dad looked into the river itself and on the bank on the opposing side. In the middle of the night, the moonlight cast some light – light enough so that my dad could see movement directly across from them on the other side of the river, even though it was in a dark shadow.
At that instant, a large rock landed just short of my dad’s feet, splashing him and his friend Chuck. Instantly, my dad knew it had come from the other side of the river.
This spot on the Colorado River is well over 400ft wide. I don’t know how many of you have tried to throw a golf ball-sized rock that distance, but it’s not easy. River rocks vary anywhere from 2 inches in diameter to 10 inches – the rocks that were being thrown were at least 10 inches in diameter.
As my dad and his friends were staring across the river, unable to detect the source of the rock thrower, another stone hurled directly at them. The group scattered as it hit the soil in between the four of them.
One of them grabbed the cobblestone, using both hands to do so. Slowly, they all went back to the fire. There was a moment of silence as none of them knew how to react. Finally, Lopez spoke, “Who the hell can throw a rock that big across the river?” An obvious question but one they were all thinking.
A few moments passed and it seemed to stop. They began to loosen up a little bit, enjoying their beer and almost getting to the point of laughing the incident off when out of nowhere, John screamed, “Wayne duck!” My dad dodged to the side as yet another large stone came all the way across and hit their fire pit. That was enough. My dad and his friends withdrew their fishing poles, jumped in the truck, and left.
They had talked a few times trying to figure out what it was that possibly could have been doing that. The verdict finally being that some kids must have come up with some sort of catapult and they were just too well hidden for them to see (though my dad never really accepted that explanation).
Well, you all guessed it, there’s a part 2 to this story as well…. At the end of the summer, a friend of my dad’s that we’ll call Tim, called my dad to see if he wanted to catfish by boat that night. Tim had gotten a new aluminum boat that he kept wanting to fish out of. Reluctantly, my dad accepted since he had turned him down all summer to hang out with him. It wasn’t because of the previous events that took place, those were pretty much in the back of my dad’s mind. Tim, even though he was a friend, got on my dad’s nerves.
It had been a full moon that night so they decided to hit the river with the boat. Most of the night had been pretty uneventful, catching a few fish, having a few laughs, and obviously having a few beers. It was the last leg of their journey when out of nowhere, something hit the boat. It was a very loud “ping” that shook both them awake in a half-dazed state.
“What the f***?” was all Tim could get out before there was a loud splash in front of the boat. They both looked around and it was there that my dad spotted it – on the south side of the river, was a large silhouette. The river’s pace had them just drifting along, but the moon and sky were so clear that my dad could see the figure (big, whoever he was or whatever it was).
The large silhouette bent over and grabbed another rock and hurled it their way, again striking the boat. Enough had been enough! My dad, not sure what to think, reached down and grabbed his 38 revolver. He knelt on one knee, aiming the pistol at the figure. It seemed not to care as it just kept slowly walking staying at the same pace as the boat.
When it bent down again, presumably to grab another rock, my dad fired a shot in the air. The figure rose suddenly, and in the same awkward throwing motion, hurled another rock which flew over the boat, splashing behind it.
My dad, fed up, fired again but this time in front of the shadowy figure, not trying to hit it, but definitely trying to scare it. It didn’t work, and the figure stayed side by side in pace with them.
Tim, being the cowardly type, was freaking out. My dad, also scared, was definitely curious as to just who the hell it was, why they were so big, and why they had been messing with them.
He would not get his answer, though, as the river began to pick up pace and in doing so, the silhouette sped up its walk in an effort to keep up with them. Finally, the figure just stopped and stared at them. My dad never stopped looking at the figure until it was out of sight.
So, you might be thinking, “Okay, your dad told you a Bigfoot story.” There’s a problem with that, though – if you know my dad, you know he is very down-to-earth. If my brothers and I tell him a story about how big a fish we caught was, my dad lowers its size even if he’s wrong. The point being, he under embellishes everything. Even when he told me this story, he made it sound like it was no big deal. The other problem with this is that my dad never made the correlation of the figure being a Bigfoot until about 30 years later when his friend was watching a documentary about Bigfoot with my dad. They saw when people reported the alleged habits of Bigfoots, that a common one is that they throw rocks.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my stories. These happened to my family, obviously not to me, but I thought I would share

Big foot sees me

This was when I was about 12 years old. I’m in my room playing my video games and messing around. We live out near a farm so there is a bunch of wildlife near by.

As I’m playing my game I can hear something outside but I thought nothing of it. It seems to be big but I thought it was a cow being we’re we lived.

So I move the blinds and faintly see something about 50 feet away. It was almost dark so I couldn’t tell what it was but it was really y’all.

At first I thought it was my nieghbor because he was pretty tall but this thing had no clothes on just patches of fading fur and or hair. I remember as I’m watching it my phone rang. This creature looks over his neck almost like a dogs the way it looked over. It stared at me and my heart began beating fast. Then as I close my eyes to blink it’s gone…..

I thought just a figment of my imagination. As I’m about to turn away it smacks my window and gives out a blood hurdling scream. I immediately got under the sheets of my bed not wanting to move. I waited about 30 minutes and it’s still out side I could hear it.

Then my nieghbor lets his dog out and I hear it barking the creature run into the woods . I told my dad but he doesn’t believe me. I never got over that night.

The Dusk Man

This story happened to me a little over 2 years ago. First let me give you some background. Almost every summer me and my Grandparents go to Missouri to visit my Aunt and Uncle, who live in the middle of nowhere in the woods. Also the nearest neighbor is a little over 6-5 miles away. Now that you know some background let me continue the story.

It was the Summer of 2015 and the time came to visit family in Nebraska and Missouri. I was 13 then and loved to see my family, even if it meant spending 2 days in a car. Nebraska was nice and I had a lot of fun with my cousins, so after staying there a few days we left for Missouri. Now for those of you who don’t know, Missouri is very very hot in the Summer, so picture a 13 year old with a book and a dead phone, with the AC of a Van trying to keep the car cool and on top of that having not eaten lunch yet. It wasn’t very pleasant.

Finally we pulled up in the driveway of my Aunt’s and Uncle’s house. They had a 2-story house if you count the basement. I loved their house because I love going out into the woods and just plan having fun, so their house was perfect. Me and my Grandparents started unloading the car while my Aunt and Uncle came out of the house to see us. They gave me a big hug and told me that I would be sleeping in the Living Room on an Air-Matrass.

Once I put my stuff on the Air-Matrass I asked my Aunt and Uncle if I could go outside to play, since my Grandparents wanted to catch them and to my relief they said yes. Thus I began my adventure through the woods close to the house. Now and again I would leave a trail marker so I wouldn’t get lost because I did have a tendency to get lost. I had left my 5th trail marker when I had remembered that I had a sandwich and a water bottle in the backpack I had on. After walking a few steps to a log, I sat down and ate. While I ate I got this feeling like I was being watch, but told myself that it was just the animals watching me eat.

But the feeling wouldn’t go away, even after I got done eating and just sat on the log doing nothing. Then I got a new feeling, more of a thought more or less, to look over to my left. I wished I never did. To my left was a huge tree structure. There was one large tree in the middle, with 2 slightly smaller trees crossing the one in the middle.

“The heck is that?” I asked myself as I walked over to it, looking it up and down. Now I’m not a small girl, as back then I was 5″7, but this structure towered over me. As I stood in front of it I got the feeling of being watched again, but it was way stronger and I was starting to get goose bumps. That’s when I heard it, its breathing to be more accurate. Then I did something really stupid and looked behind me.

Standing there, towering over me, was a 7 foot tall, brown furred, human looking monster not even 5 feet away from me. I froze with my mouth hanging open, while this thing looked at me. Then it reached out for me and my arms and legs came to life. I never ran so fast in my life, trying to get away from that beast that could easily out run me. I did yet again a stupid move.

I looked behind me, which while running as fast as you can while not looking where your going is a recipe for disaster. I ran straight into a Holly Brush, which really hurt. The creature stopped in front of me

Something In The Woods

When my father passed away I inherited the family farm in the more rural area of Ohio just as he did when my grandfather passed. I was raised on this farm and spent the better parts of my childhood on this farm. Since I was child, and even still today, I feel uneasy being all alone on the property.

I consider myself an outdoorsman, growing up on a farm with my father we were either working on the daily chores or we would be hunting, fishing, and camping.

I eventually left home and traded home life for military life in the United States Army. That being said I was trained and drilled to pay attention to details. Details that most would overlook and consider “unimportant”.

While I was going through my fathers belongings I came across his old hunting shotgun. I figured as a tribute to my late father I would harvest one last Whitetailed Deer with the shotgun before the hunting season ended.

While I was out scouting the area the area I would be hunting over I had the strange uneasy feeling that I felt as a child overcome me. I felt as if I was being watched by someone or something. I could barely make out a figure moving between the trees 10 yards in front of me. Whatever I was seeing was breathing very heavily and the ground was shaking beneath my feet with every step it took.

My blood ran cold at the mere thought of what I was seeing. When I eventually got the nerve to leave I left the area as quietly as possible. I played it off as something as trivial as my mind playing tricks on me.

The next day when I went back to the area I had chosen for my hunt I noticed the woods around me were eerily quiet. There were no animals running around no woodpeckers, no deer. A few hours passed and as I got comfortable against the tree I had chosen to watch from I became overwhelmed with the worst smell I have ever experienced not too long after that I noticed something odd in the distance.

I saw with my naked eye what can only be described as a giant hairy humanoid figure walking towards me. I determined that whatever this was at the time was no less than 60 yards away. I looked through the scope on my fathers shotgun to get a better look at the creature. What I saw is an image I will never forget.

Whatever I saw had a human like face, broad shoulders, long reddish brown hair all over its body. The creature had to be at least 8ft tall and its arms went all the way to its knees. I ultimately decided to shoot just over its head to attempt to scare it off. After I shot it let out the most blood curdling yell/roar that made my body freeze up

I waited for the longest hour of my life to get up to ensure that whatever I saw was gone. After I got my nerve back I got up and went to investigate the area I had seen the creature come from and I saw the biggest footprints in my entire life. My fathers shotgun has a 28 inch barrel and these footprints came within inches of being as long as the gun barrel is.

My grandfather and father told me stories about The Ohio Grassman when I was a child.  For those who are unfamiliar with the Grassman they are Ohios Bigfoot more or less. Both my father and grandfather always told me that these creatures lived here on this land long before our family did. Whatever it was I saw that day I no longer go to that area of what is now my farm. I will also no longer wander the property unarmed.