Piggly Wiggly monster (revised)

  It has taken a long time to finally identify what exactly that creature was that charged me all those years ago in that small park in southern Indiana.  You see, it happened  back in the dark ages; in the summer of 1993. The internet was unheard of. Home computers were very rare,  phones were still for houses, and U.B. 40 was tearing up the air waves with their rendention of Elvis Presley’s classic, “I can’t help falling in love with you.”
I was sixteen that summer. It was one of those summers I’ll never forget. A lot happened to me that summe.   From riding around in a stolen car, moving away from all my friends, and even learning how to play chess. It was a summer to remember for sure.

Still, though after all these years the one event that stands out over all the rest was the night I came face to face with Piggly Wiggly. I am 41 now and that sighting has changed the way I see the world and nature but especially the way I think of the supernatural world.

I didn’t know much about Cryptids at that time, like I said, no internet. I had of course heard of Big Foot and thought it was a myth or perhaps a case of mistaken identity. I had seen werewolf movies but at that time thought they were nothing more then folklore. Made up to scare people in the days of the Salem witch hunts or to keep children close to their homes at night. I don’t believe like that anymore. I can’t, I’ve been forever changed by what I encountered that summer night.

I was never much of a stoner. Pot always had effects on me that I deemed, less then enjoyable. First it always made me very, very paranoid, second it made me very hungry,  and lastly very sleepy. Despite never really enjoying it, I would partake from time to time with friends in the spirit of going along to get along. Such was the case the first time Piggly Wiggly ever entered my reality.

Jeremy was new to the apartment complex, but he and I hit it off right away. He also got along with my very best friend, Charlie. Jeremy had a very troubled home life and his mother was a very avid pot smoker. Thus, he had access to it pretty much at will.

One day he invited Charlie and me to go with him to the “woods” behind the apartments to smoke a little. I say woods in quotes as they are not really what I think of when I think of the woods. Not the kind of area you would expect to experience nature or anything like that. It was just a bunch of trees for maybe two or three football fields in length and as wide as two or three football fields as well. It had basically one trail that led from the apartments to a little park where we use to go to play basketball. Apart from that it had a creek bed that ran adjacent the trail on the south side with maybe another 50 to 100 yards of woods on the far side of the creek and then it was houses. Lots of houses. So like I said, not a place you expect to encounter nature. I had lived with my dad in West Virgina for several years and I had hiked up in real woods and encountered real nature.  We had even came face to face with a bear once on an afternoon hike in a West Virginia state park. At that time I doubted if these little woods even had deer. I had seen squirrels but that was all I figured lived in that tiny section of “woods.”

One important thing to note however is that on the north side of the woods and park was a fenced in rock quarry. Anyone who has ever studied deep underground military bases or D.U.M.Bs might find this fact interesting.  I don’t know if this quarry was linked to any of the supposed underground secret bases but it is an interesting aside.

So as I was saying, the three of us walked back into the woods to find a safe place to smoke. We got far enough off the trail where we felt secure and actually came all the way to the creek. We decided that this was secluded enough to smoke a little. We took turns hitting the joint and as one would smoke the other two would kind of face away from the creek just watching towards the trail to make sure no one was heading our way. I had hit it 2 or 3 times already and felt that first wave of paranoia start to creep in.  I was thinking I hope the F.B.I aren’t out here on patrol.  Now, I know the thought of F.B.I agents in the tiny wooded section of a local neighborhood park is absurd, but remember pot always made me stupid paranoid. The thought was still in my head when I heard it. From the other side of the creek I heard foot steps running as if in a mad dash, running down the creek bed hill splashing through the shallow water. I knew all that was left for the runner to do was to come up the creek bed hill on our side of the creek. Exactly where Charlie was standing, and smoking.
Jeremy an I were facing the other way but we both heard the splashing water and I think most of Southern Indiana must have heard Charlie scream “RUN”.

We darted off through the woods and back toward the trail. I had this visual  image in my head, as I darted off, of two men with blue wind breakers and ball caps with the letters F.B.I on them, hot on our trail. I ran even faster not sure exactly where Charlie and Jeremy were in relation to me. I could hear them but I was running so hard my eyes had started to tear up and mixed with the buzz from the THC it was as if I were running through a tunnel and everything in my peripheral vision was darkened. I just kept listening for my friends foot steps and adjusting my direction towards them. As I was running I ran right through a giant spider web. The park was full of spider webs that year. They were huge, perfectly circular and made by these large black and yellow spiders. They were creepy and I hate spiders.

I realized I now had a thick web all over my head and stuck to my face while running full speed through the woods.  If that wasn’t bad enough, it got even worse! As I was wiping the web off my face and out of my hair one of those ugly spiders came dangling from my head and was swinging right in front of my face! I never touch bugs, especially spiders. I hate bugs with a passion.  Still,  without thinking about it I swatted this ugly mother away from me before the momentum would allow him to swing right back in my face.

About 90 seconds after the initial call to run all three of us made it out of the woods past the park and into the neighborhood. Charlie had made it first and I was last. I saw Charlie slow down and begin to walk and since he was the one who knew what was going on I figured it was safe to stop running too. I looked at my friend and asked with sincerity “Was it the F.B.I?”

“What? No” Charlie hesitantly said “it was a monster.” I laughed right away. Oh my goodness here I thought I was being chased by authorities and it was my best friend’s imagination. His face was pale he was shaking and although I knew he was not joking, I couldn’t help myself from teasing him.

“Yeah right like a Piggly Wiggly monster?” I don’t know why I said that. I had seen a Piggly Wiggly grocery store once or twice in my lifetime but why that came out of my mouth, I’ll never know, still the name stuck and all these years later the creature is still called that by my old friends and me.

I could tell Charlie didn’t want to talk about it. But I couldn’t let it go. We took the long way back to my apartment. Navigating through the neighborhood streets and staying away from the woods. The whole way back I kept pressing him to talk to me. He was very reluctant to speak.  I was never known to go easy on my friends when they said or did something foolish so I could understand why he didn’t want to open up,  he knew I didn’t believe him already and I had teased him when he first said it was a monster. His mannerisms and strange behavior made me think it was more than just that though.  It seemed almost as if he was hiding something from me. Charlie and I didn’t hide anything from each other in those days. We were closer then brothers we knew everything about one another, or so I thought…

When we got back to my place Charlie said there was something he wanted to tell us. He said it’s something he was swore to secrecy about and that’s why he had never told me. By this time my buzz was gone and if the chase didn’t sober me up, then this completely surprising revelation that Charlie had a secret that he had never shared with me, was plenty enough to do the trick.

The next part of this story is what happened to Charlie about 3 years prior to that day. He says he was camping with some friends in those woods very near to that park.  If I remember correctly there were about 6 of them in the tent that night. Two of the boys were brothers that I met when I first moved into the apartments but they moved very shortly after I moved in. Besides the brothers and Charlie I don’t remember who else he said was there that night.  It was dark and the boys were in their tent telling stories and just doing what teenage campers do.

He said they kept hearing a rustling sound  maybe 30 to 60 feet away in some taller brush. They tried to ignore it  at first but it wouldn’t stop. A couple of the boys decided to take some flash lights and check it out. Two of the boys walked out to the brush where the sound was coming from and shined their lights at the thing moving around. In horror they both turned towards the tent where the other campers were watching with their heads sticking out of the zipper, and yelled “RUN!”

At that point he said a monster came charging at the boys. He headed straight towards the tent and it was a mad scramble as the boys tried to get out of the tent and away from the beast. They left the tent all their gear, obviously. They all made it out safely and retreated to the apartment of the two brothers where they all stayed the rest of the night.  They told their dad who happened to be  a police officer.  He took their story serious enough that he took another officer with him the next day and searched those woods.

From what Charlie told me, he said brothers told him, that their dad searched the woods and found what appeared to be a homeless man sleeping near a creek bed near the quarry. This would have to have been a different creek then the one we were at that day as that creek and the quarry were on opposite sides of the trail. I am guessing this is beyond the no trespassing fence line that belongs to the quarry.  The sleeping man woke up and saw the officers and ran. That’s all he was told happened that day. But after that the boy’s dad called all the boys and warned them to never speak of this to anyone, ever again. Then the dad took the boys and moved away. This I can confirm. The family did move away suddenly.
I sat there taking all this in. Charlie was not lying.  He may have been completely  wrong about what happened and I was pretty sure he was, but what he was saying he sincerely believed happened to him.
I didn’t believe there was a monster living in those shallow woods. Not for a second,  but still the thought of it being true excited me. I had to know, I had to find out for myself. I decided we had to go and find out. Jeremy was more skeptical than I was; but he was all for a monster hunt as well. Charlie was very, very much against it. It took a lot for me to convince him. I used the old reverse psychology trick saying “no one will believe you unless we see it for ourselves.” Eventually, something I said finally got through to him and he agreed to go with us.

I came up with a plan to find Piggly Wiggly. I would take some steaks out of my freezer and tie them to a tree about 3/4 of the way to the park along the trail. Then we would take some flash lights after dark and walk along the trail until we arrived at the park and see if this thing was real or not. We would stop along the way and see if the steaks were still hanging in the tree or perhaps catch the supposed beast in the act of eating.

We went and enlisted two other friends of ours to join the search party. I told them my plan and took one with me to verify that I set up the bait. I didn’t want to be accused of rigging the outcome.  We walked about 3/4 the way to the park and then I found a tree that would be easy to spot at night and climbed up about 10 feet from the ground. I didn’t want it to be low enough that a dog could get to it. I tied it up an we walked back.  I have to say I was growing very excited for that adventure. I spent the rest of the day telling other friends what we were doing and trying to get them to come along. In the end though only the original 5 said yes.

That night when it got dark we met at my house.  We had only two flash lights and Charlie brought a small bat. I went over the plans again. I told them we would walk the whole trail to the park and on the way check on our bait.

We started towards the woods we could just barely see the the trail when one of the boys who agreed to come Piggly Wiggly hunting with us got cold feet and said “I have to go home and take a dump.” Of course I used this to tease him of being a scaredy cat. Honestly, I couldn’t understand how anyone would want to miss out on this fun!

So now we were four. As we  approached the edge of the woods I was surprised by how timid Jeremy had become. He believed in this story less then any of us yet I could sense a little fear from oozing from him.   I wasn’t afraid at all and decided to take the lead position. Besides, I hung the steaks and would know when we got to the tree.

It was dark on that trail. The tree tops covered any light the moon would have supplied.  It still seemed fun to me as we began down the trail towards the park. I knew everyone behind me was a little scared but honestly I don’t think I was, not yet anyways.  I had spent so much time in much deeper woods often by myself and this to me was not really the woods at all. Besides, nothing could live in this tiny wooded area.  However, out of respect for Charlie, who I knew didn’t want to be there, I decided to not clown around and try to scare the others.

We were only about a quarter of the way to the park when the sounds started.  It sounded like it came from the  direction we were heading to. I swear it sounded like someone or something was breaking sticks. “Snap, snap” and then nothing for a few minutes then “snap crackle snap”. I had to admit that was weird. But in my mind only a human would be doing that, why would a Piggly Wiggly monster be breaking sticks? Then again why would a person be at the park at night breaking sticks? It made no sense either way I thought about it.

As we progressed the sound was louder and louder as we got closer to the park and I did start to get that creepy feeling in my stomach. Because the others too were getting creeped out by the sounds as well, a mutiny was beginning. The other guys were talking about going back. I kept trying to press them by “saying just a little further to the tree guys. We have to see if the steaks are still up there.” I used all the power of persuasion I had acquired over my 16 years on earth. I didn’t want to turn back yet, and by now I wasa little to creeped out to go the rest of the way by myself.

After what seemed like it took 3 times the normal amount of time, we arrived at the tree. I took a flash light and began to search for my steaks. By this time the cracking of sticks had stopped and it was very quiet all around us. I waved my light to and fro and back and forth.  Nothing! They were gone! Admittedly, now I was very creeped out. What in these woods could climb a tree? What in these woods would even eat steak? I felt fear begin to grow in my bossom. I did not want to let it show though. I said “Let’s get out of here” in the most calm voice I could muster at that moment.  I was the leader and I decided we were closer to the park then the apartments.  The park had lights on the far end and houses just past it. I wanted badly to be in that neighborhood by this time. Besides, we had not heard the breaking stick sounds from the park for several minutes. I didn’t run. I didn’t want to spook the others but I did pick up the pace tremendously and no one complained about that. The fourth kid to join was whimpering a little the rest of the way, which actually kind of made me more afraid. I kept thinking what have I got us into?

Then we came to the end of the trail and out of the woods. I was relieved.  Not to far off was the street light and all the houses.  We kept on walking right through the park and that’s when I saw it. Piggly Wiggly. Standing just outside the moon light in the shadows of a park picnic shelter. It was far enough away that I couldn’t get a great bit of detail but close enough to know it wasn’t quite  human. It was standing on two legs a little hunched over. Hairy with long strong arms and maybe 6feet tall when erect.

At first I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me. It’s hard to describe what you think when your natural mind comes into contact with the supernatural. It’s confusing and overwhelming and very real and yet unbelievable all at once. It feels very similar to being in a dream.

The boy behind me who had been whimpering had stopped walking as well.  I could tell he too was seeing what I was seeing. Charlie had now spotted the figure as well. All this seemed like minutes but was acutally only seconds. The creature was definetly starring at us. Then he stood up and now seeing it shift it’s position, I knew it was not my imagination anymore. We took off and sprinted to the house line just outside the park. We were gasping in unbelief. When we stopped we were talking over one another about what we just saw. Charlie never told us what it looked like.  What the “heck was that thing” we asked each other? A monkey or bigfoot a werewolf?  We were all teared up and in shock,  well all of us except Jeremy that is. You see, he was the last in our single file line and by the time he reached the end of the woods where we had all stopped to see Piggly Wiggly the three of us took off running before he had seen the thing. Not wanting to be left behind he too began to run without knowing why.

Great, I thought to myself, without Jeremy, the most skeptical of all of us, to collaborate our story we might as well not even of come on this search party. The whole thing would be fruitless. I decided the only way for him to believe us was for me to show him the creature. The other two boys refused to take one step closer to the park. They were much wiser than I was.  I walked back about 200 feet or so with Jeremy. I stayed within the light of the street lamp that lit up the drive way of the park. I felt for some reason that being in the light we were safe. I have no idea why I thought that. We could see the picnic shelters fine from there but I didn’t see the monster at all. He was gone.  I was bummed that the monster was no longer standing where he was before. I thought great now he is going to think we are all crazy just like I thought about Charlie all day. Serves me right I guess. I sighed very heavily in defeat and said to him “he was right over there man, I swear.” I pointed to the dark shelter. But as I turned to where Jeremy had been standing,  I noticed I was alone. Jeremy was gone. I thought to myself, huh, what is that all about? As I straightened my head back to it’s natural position, I saw Piggly Wiggly charging at me full speed.  He was already within the light of the street lamp and I now had a perfect view of this freak from less then 20 feet away. It had a long muzzle like a wolf, it was covered in brown fur with some greys mixed in. Around it’s head was even longer hair almost like a lion’s mane. It was very muscular and when it ran it would touch it’s ape like arms on the ground for stability.  It’s face was canine. Not quite like a wolf, but definetly a dog. I took all this in as I breathed in a very tight and shallow breath. My mind was processing information at a rapid pace as fight or flight kicked in. I sure as hell had no intention on fighting!

I turned and ran faster then I ever had or ever have since. I even passed Jeremy, who had spotted the beast before me and failed to say anything to me before fleeing. Some may think this was a turdheaded move as I did at the time as well. Later, he would admit he tried to yell but in fear nothing came out. He had seen the thing as it approached us just before it came to the light. He didn’t get great detail but he saw enough to satisfy his skeptical mind. He knew he was looking at a bipedal dog creature.  He would later describe it as a dog bear looking thing that ran like an ape.

We made it back home safely.  I took my dog to the park the next day. She was going crazy. I let her go and she kept barking at a tree that had fallen. I inspected the tree and noticed a bunch of broken sticks beside it. I immediately thought of the sounds from the night before and then I noticed something else inside a hollow of the tree. Bones, lots of small animal bones. I don’t know if they were local dogs or squirrels. I don’t know and I didn’t bother to find out. I never hunted Piggly Wiggly again after that.

Thanks to the internet and the collective hive mindset, I am fairly certain what almost caught me all the years ago was a Dogman. Probably of the type 3 variation. It wasn’t a bear or a lion. It wasn’t a saquatch. It wasn’t an ape or a werewolf. It had characteristics of all these but it was very much canine.  It was a Dogman.

I like to camp and hike in the woods but I never go alone. More then that, I never, ever, ever go into the woods after dark. You never know what is watching you.


Michigan Dogmen

My experiences with the dogmen of Michigan has been very interesting. The first encounter I had with these curious and strange beings was very calm and serene. It felt as though I knew I was in no danger and everything was okay. My second encounter was harshly different, and it left me with a feeling of dread and worry. Both encounters took place within two weeks of each other, at night, same rough area, and while snow was on the ground. I’ll begin with the first encounter.

Though I’ve had to move closer to Detroit for a better job and education, I still frequently go out into the country to visit Gramma. She and my late Papa took me in when I was a teenager and raised me up right. Since she stays up late, I frequently go over later in the night and smoke with her a while before going to bed and spending the night. My first encounter took place in the second week of December of 2017 on one of these such nights.

I had left the small town of Emmett and was passing by the old country market on the corner of the crossroads of the paved road and the dirt road that my grandma lives on. It was a rare occasion when I hadn’t turned my radio on at all, and I was mainly just contemplating where my life was going.

My dad passed away in early June of this year, and I had found myself in an overpriced apartment with our remaining family dog and my new cat. It was a big change, and I was finding myself thinking over all the things that could have been and would never be now. The slow driving speeds I was limited to gave me plenty of time to ponder over life, and it also let me feel a distinct change in the scenery.

Up ahead, the tree tops seemed to move far less. Sure the forest would block a lot of wind from moving bushes and dead cat tails, but the treetops usually moved freely. The only reason I even noticed that they quit moving was because my eyes were drawn to the bright moon acting as a sentinel to all night travelers. On the other side of the road, the tree tops were swaying and bending to the wind’s whims, but not on the right side next to Gramma’s house. It struck me as odd, but it didn’t scare me.

Deciding to check out what might be going on in the woods, I slowed to a stop in front of the woods that divided Gramma’s property from her neighbor’s property. At first my eyes noticed nothing as they adjusted, but, once adjusted, they focused in on something. It was dark browns and blacks with touches of white on its underbelly and face, as well as its tail.

On all fours, it looked like a massive husky or malamute of some sort. I was genuinely concerned that someone had lost their pet, so I began to grab a slim jim I had bought and some cheese crackers. The thought that the fluffy dog would be mean never crossed my mind since my gut told me it was safe. I’ve found lost dogs in these woods before and had managed to get them to come with me at night, so this was nothing new.

Cracking open my car door slowly, I stepped out into the frigid air and began to approach the edge of the woods. Without the dark tinted windows limiting my sight, I could tell the large dog was staring at me. It had the most human-like blue eyes that were deep and emotional. All the regret and sadness I felt from overthinking life on my car ride began to wash away from my mind. My mind was releasing the negativity because this beautiful creature’s stare seemed to tell me that everything was okay.

I’m not sure how long I stood out there gazing into the blue eyes, but I was almost shocked out of my daze when it stood up on its hind legs and began to sprint away. It was such long strides that I knew I couldn’t have kept with it if I tried, and it seemed to just disappear. Due to the clear moon, I should’ve been able to keep track of it better. But it seemed to just wisp away with the wind that now began to rock the tree tops once more.

I stood outside my car, leaning on the passenger side for several more minutes. Curiosity was coursing through my veins, and my need for answers held me to my spot. I wanted to see if I could see the gentle and wonderful creature once more. Once my nose began to go numb, I forced myself back into my car and drove the twenty feet to my grandma’s driveway.

Once in the house, I asked Gramma if she had seen anything. She hadn’t. Her dogs were on edge though, and they were looking out the windows in her bedroom towards the woods where I had my encounter. They weren’t angry, they didn’t have any fur standing; they just looked out the window attentively as though they weren’t sure how to feel about whatever they saw.

After seating myself at the table near Gramma to smoke, I told her of my sighting of the weird giant dog that walked on two legs. She had never seen anything like it, but she did believe me. I was told that I was crazy for ever leaving my car for a giant dog. No matter if my gut told me it was safe or not, my grandma didn’t trust any stray dogs. We dropped the matter after I was scolded and continued to smoke cigarettes while we chitchatted.

The second encounter was like the reverse of a coin. It left me unnerved at my core. Once again, it happened within a mile of my grandma’s house. This time it was coming from the back way home from Yale. It was just before the turn on my grandma’s road. Snow was coming down fast, and the wind was picking up the tiny flakes and gusting them so you couldn’t see ten feet in front of your car.

Which is why severe alarm bells went off in my head when there was suddenly no snow gusting up and fogging my vision near the turn.  I slowed down, and, just as I did, one of the upright giant husky looking things took two strides across the street and paused near a street sign. It was at least three feet above the top of the sign, and it had molten malice in its yellow-amber eyes.

Our gaze locked, and I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my chest. I had to get out of there. Whatever this one was, it was not safe. It was dark black with grey touches on its face and mane, and it was definitely not happy to see me watching it traversing the snow covered landscape. The predatory look it gave as it turned so its body faced my tiny 01 Dodge Neon was enough to get me moving out of the area as quick as the snow allowed.

When I arrived at Gramma’s five minutes later, she greeted me with a “Merry Christmas Eve!” Once seeing my face, she began to question what happened and I told her. I still felt like if I turned around there may be that thing from the woods. The anxiety didn’t leave me for a couple hours as we sat and smoked cigarettes.

On Christmas day when I woke up, I did a quick google search to see if I could find any information about what I might have seen. No escaped circus wolves, which I figured was an impossibility but at least it’d be earthly. I researched the local wildlife quite a bit until I couldn’t stand to look at any sort of text anymore.

Instead, I decided to draw and listen to this channel like I usually do. I happened to choose the video that spoke of the Dogman blindly. I tend to just click the first horror story my YouTube offers me from here, so I didn’t bother to really read what it was. After hearing the intro I got goosebumps and decided to research a bit more.

Apparently there have been recent sightings of Dogmen in Saint Clair County, Michigan. I happened to be in that very same county. I’m not sure how to feel about everything I’m beginning to learn, but I know I’ll be taking a more spiritual approach to my research.

The ethereal quality of my experience seems to be too bold for me to ignore. Having Cherokee blood and strong ties to the spirit world in my day to day life, I believe these are some sort of spiritual beings. I think I saw them due to the strong emotions that I am currently going through. While I hope to never see the predatory amber eyed one again, I am open to another experience with the dogmen.

The Alpha Is Stalking Me…

Before I start this experience I just want you to know that before this i’ve been a huge fan of the fictional, and in particular.. werewolves.. they have always intrigued me in some way I can’t explain.. As a kid I wanted to be a werewolf so bad.. But now. I think I regret even thinking about encountering one.

Anyways, this happened approximately 3 months ago.. I’m still pretty shaken from the experience, since i’ve only told my closest friends only, and im not sure even some of them believe me.. I wanted to share this with all of you, too… So I live in a half urban half suburban area, there is alot of buildings but still some nice fields, and miniature forests around. I actually live nearby one of the smaller forests.

So i’ve been outside at about 11 pm ready to go home.. I walk past the forest but since there is a tree there with fruits on them I decided to go get a quick bite of the tasty fruit, while I was pretty confident being in the dark.. Something felt off.. The only light that was shining was the full moon.. The nearby lamp pole was not working. Even though it WORKED about two days earlier.. And all the lights on the nearby windows on the buildings that were surrounding the forest were turned off.. Like I know it was late.. But it wasn’t THAT late for literally everyone to be asleep.

While this did confuse me a bit I still wasn’t scared or anything. Im 15 and im pretty strong for my body mass. Im 45kg and 5 foot 8 but in my family genes we grow late so im probably gonna be 6 foot 6 like my cousins are. Anyways while I was eating the fruits something cracked behind me.. I looked around but nothing was there.. I assumed it was a cat or something.. Until I heard it again.. IN FRONT OF ME..I quickly grabbed some of the fruits and put it in my pockets, because I was getting pretty nervous at this point. And then I heard it.. The faint but clear growl from 15 to 20 feet away.. I turned to my left and was horrified by the sight.

It was large.. Probably maybe a foot taller than me on its FOURS.. It looked like a dog. But not right.. Deformed.. I was scared shitless and frozen. It had black shaggy fur, long ears that ended in a curved shape.. And BLOOD red eyes, with… and this is going to sound crazy.. 4 INCH canines. Mind you a tigers canines can reach around 2 to 3 inches which is about the size of a man’s middle finger..So by thinking logically I turned to my basic knowledge of dogs. Don’t run. So I slowly turned around trying not to provoke it.. And right when I turned my back I could hear 5 BIG footsteps running towards me..

I turned around the second I heard it but it was too late.. It bit me with its long dog like snout which was broad.. Almost too BROAD for any dog possible.. I swear it could have tore my arm off if it landed a perfect bite.. Which thank god it didn’t.. It bit me with its front teeth which were the smallest, even though they were the smallest, they were atleast 1 inch long.. It pushed me to a tree and I slammed to the ground. I was crying for help, YELLING as loud as I could. But to no avail. Nobody was answering. This creature was literally biting on my hand at such force.. But the scary part was that I almost felt like it wasn’t even using its full jaw strength. Don’t get me WRONG. IT hurt like HELL. Like hot coal in the form of 1 inch thick nails onto my arm..

I didn’t wanna die that night. After looking around me I saw a sizeable rock to the right of me.. I picked it up and started smashing it onto the thing’s head. First try, nothing not even FAZED. Second try, still nothing. Third time a piece of the rock broke off, And then the FOURTH time I hit it close to its eye. And then it let go.. And let out a sound that I will not EVER forget. A heart sinking snarl that was wolf like. But deeper.. Sounded demonic in a sense..

My arm was released and the second it put its head down it wanted to bash its hand into my skull. I quickly moved my head and it hit the tree breaking off a large chunk of it.. I got up and started running.. I thought I was gonna escape at that moment.. I was wrong. It gripped my left leg with a human like movement. It gripped it like a human would. No dog could grip its paw like that. It wanted to throw me back to the ground but I kicked it with my other leg as hard as I could. Not doing any damage my leg THANKFULLY slipped out of its hand.

I turned around to see a last glimpse of it getting on TWO LEGS.. It was huge. It was hunched back with short like tendons and with a terrifying muscle build. I have a friend that is 6 foot 5 and he’s a dwarf compared to this beast.. It was 8 to 9 feet in HEIGHT probably.. After I saw that sight, I sped up and ran faster than I ever ran before.. Blood was pouring from my arm. I was crying but was happy I escaped alive. When I got to a field I stopped to take a breath… I heard a sound I will NEVER forget. The creature howled with such a deep voice.. the texture of its voice was like a.. Wolf mimicking a humans voice but making such a disturbing sound as a result .. As soon as I heard it I started running.. When I got home my mom asked me what happened. I told her a big stray dog attacked me. Thankfully she believed me and took me to the ambulance..

There was alot of encounters of it later, and weird symptoms..I started sleep walking particulary on the last 3 nights of the full moon, increased aggression,hallucinations, and painful muscle and headaches that I should really check out at the doctor.. Although this is the first time it attacked me.. I saw it once before in the same forest a year and a half ago..

I was with my friend that I mentioned earlier, lets call him Carlos. We were walking through the forest with a flashlight.. It was nighttime, but NOT a full moon. We were walking and I just heard him saying my name, “Aaron… Loo-k” He said it in a shaky voice, I turned around and saw a creature with red glowing eyes about 25 feet away from us.. And the moment I saw it I said “RUN” We were running to the nearby park, and half way through I fell in the mud.. And as expected he laughed at me, my friend is a laughing maniac. He can’t take anything seriously and in any situation if something mildly funny happens he would laugh, I was mad at the idiot but he helped me up so I quickly forgave him and we made it to the park.. We were out of breath, but when we turned back to look at the forest.. We saw the creature run to the other side of the opening, seeing its big silluete with such speed was terrifying. We still rememeber that encounter til this day and we both speculate if it was the same creature.. We nicknamed the creature “The Alpha” Since it had red eyes, our theory is that alpha werewolves have red eyes and betas yellow.. We still aren’t sure about that yet but we’re working on it..

Now moving on to the encounter I had from it maybe a month or so after the bite.. I was heading home from the store at maybe 9pm.. I was nervous because I would have to pass the forest to get home.. I passed the forest with nothing happening. I always thought if I pass the forest i’ll be safe.. So when I passed it my anxiety was gone. I got to my building and I opened the door to get to my flat, the door on the building was a rusty door that closed after about three seconds.. So it always closed when I got to the stairs…

I opened the door and got to the stairs.. I didn’t hear it close.. I shook it off expecting it to close any second so I didn’t stop or turn around.. I got to the first half of the stairs and it STILL didn’t close.. I turned around…

IT WAS STANDING holding the door and breathing loudly.. I dropped my milk and eggs and I almost fell to the ground. I was shaking and starting to get a panic attack.. I wanted to get up the stairs but I was frozen in fear.. After maybe 10 seconds of it standing there it SLAMMED the rusty door shut and made a huge bang that it would echo through the WHOLE building. And when it closed the door.. It walked away.. Getting almost smaller each step it took.. Like it was turning back to human.. I quickly got back to the door and opened it.. I looked for it but couldn’t find it.. Like it was a hallucination.. And when I got home I concluded that it was a hallucination.. Since I started getting them after the bite.. When I arrived at my flat.. I was clearly shaken up.. And my step dad asked me what was going on.. I told him it was nothing and that I just saw a dog approaching and I got nervous because I got attacked by a “dog” earlier.. He believed me and we moved on.. 10 minutes later he asked me a question that made my heart drop. “Did you hear that loud bang maybe 5 minutes before you came home”? I was horrified, Then and there I knew it wasn’t a hallucination.. But after a 2-3 second pause I replied with. “No”.

Im not implying im starting to become a supernatural being or anything.. The sleep walking and hallucinations are probably side affects because I got attacked by the mythical beast itself.. And the aches are probably symptoms of shock .. So I will probably visit a doctor in the time being..

I still wonder today if it wanted to catch me would it succed? I mean it caught up to me in a second while it was 15-20 feet away.. It would probably had caught me if it wanted to which disturbs me the MOST.. What I don’t understand is.. I always visited the forest at night and day.. I don’t know what changed this night.. But I can assure you one thing .. I am not going back there EVER again when the sun goes down.

They Followed Us

So this will be the first time I come out about this story to anyone besides 2 friends, My cousin, Let’s call him Eric, outright refuses to speak of it at all. I don’t blame him.  This incident happened about 2 years ago, during our stay at my Uncle’s house. And no, My cousin wasn’t his Son, he had a daughter who moved out long ago. His house was near Copper Harbor, about a 4 mile drive.

It was a pretty isolated house, two stories with about a 10 yard walk to the Treeline of the near Woods. Like any other concerned parental figure he prompted me, and my cousin not to go out at night, and if we were out to be in the house before dark.  We could understand his worry, but we weren’t some fragile children. Or so we thought. To give some background, at the time I was nearly 20, Eric turned 21 the month before I remember.

Now I was only to stay there for winter break, so I had about two weeks to spend with my Family I hardly see, considering I live in the freaking blazing hot deserts of Nevada.  The first week there was honestly boring, we sat around doing nothing but watching TV, playing games or getting drunk.  My cousin proposes we go hunting for the first time in forever, asking if I still had it in me to kill, which I agreed arrogantly to.  I have a bit of an Ego when it comes to things like hunting, I’d say i’m a pretty good tracker as well, however we’d only be hunting something smaller at my Uncle’s behest, like Pheasants, or a Hare.  Reluctantly I still agreed to go with Eric, though I never truly cared for the taste of Rabbit haunches.

It was a Saturday when we arrived at about 1pm, finding a good parking spot at the entrance of a dirt road gateway. We parked the truck, unloaded our gear, and set off, though we would have came earlier if it hadn’t been for intensive drinking the night before.

The forest was booming with life it seemed, we could hear almost every animal active, and moving throughout the rich greenery as we trekked in search of a meal to snag. About 2 hours into our journey, and about a mile out we hadn’t come across any smaller game, it was disappointing that we couldn’t bag a buck, because we had many opportunities to.  One thing I’ve always remembered about hunting game is to walk against the wind, so that whatever you prey upon, or could potentially prey upon you doesn’t pick up your scent before you even come into view.

Doing just that, we stalked throughout the mildly thick brush, scanning any signs of movement we could.  About 200 more yards in we come across a beat down shack near the edge of a large stream, it seriously gave me an eerie vibe the way it looked.

Approaching closer that sense only grew as we could visibly make out claw marks on the side of it, that were about 5-6ft off the ground. Given the fact that it was set up at an ideal fishing spot, we chalked it up to be nothing more than a little shack someone used to house their fishing gear once, perhaps even cleaning his catches here as well, and maybe a bear happened upon the scent.  We had to solidify that theory the only way we could, by taking a look inside the shack. It was relatively small, about 15ft across, 20ft high, and upon entering we were filled by this nauseating  stench of  something rotting.

Inside, it had looked like a hurricane passed through, and there was a work bench that had been shattered, scattered pieces of broken equipment, and torn sheets.  But the thing that got our attention most was the blood stains on the floor and walls of the tiny enclosure.  They were dried up by now, but flies still wrought the area as if something were freshly killed in there.

This really made us nervous but we weren’t going to be swayed so easily, we would just have to proceed much more cautiously.

Now more on edge we continued back into the woods for about another 100  or so yards, and began to notice the wildlife sightings we were seeing so much of on the way here progressively began to decrease, at this rate all we could hear were slight bird chirps.  Suddenly, we saw it, something about 20 yards away walking towards the hills of the woods.

We thought it was a bear, but there was something off about it, it’s ears were much longer, but had the stature of a bear walking on all fours.  It must of heard us creeping up because it took off at full speed towards the Hills, and the way it ran was so peculiar, almost like it was wounded.  We were baffled, we seriously wanted to know what was up with this thing while remaining a safe distance, but at the speed it was ‘galloping’ we needed to pick up the pace just to keep up with it.

When it went up and over the incline we stopped, wondering if this was a good idea.  Dusk was about to fall soon, and our Uncle would have a shitfit if we returned late, but we had already made it this far.  Again that ominous feeling came, it almost felt like we were walking into a trap.  We stood there for a moment, finally pulling up the resolve to follow it when we noticed that not even the Birds were chirping anymore. It was completely silent. Following it’s tracks we then came up over the hill which lead down into a small valley about 30 ft down from our Vantage point, the foliage was a bit thicker on this side but visibility wasn’t completely lost even with the ever dimming sunlight. We couldn’t see anything, it’s almost as if it vanished, but then we heard a bunch of rustling and branches snapping below us.  It, or they came into view.  There were two of them now, they came into a small clearing between trees and hunkered over in awkward positions, as if they were crouching.  We just looked at each other, utterly astounded by what we were seeing, I don’t know of any bears that sit like that..  And when we turned back to look at them again,

They both were looking directly at us.

I felt my Heart drop into my stomach when I came to the realization that those things weren’t Bears.  I still remember the shear terror I felt when I turned back to those glowing eyes piercing through us seemingly. And then, one of them did the unthinkable.. It Fucking Stood up at us.   In that brief moment before I nearly wet myself, I Could make out it’s arms, and some more of its facial features because it’s demeanor went from inquisitive to Aggressive.  Even from our distance I could see it’s fangs, it’s muzzle was like that of a Dog’s, which would explain the ears.. and It’s arms, it had arms just like a Human with clawed fingers.  The one that stood up lacked the amount of hair the one that we had followed had, which made it all the more menacing looking.

That was it, we fucking bolted down that hill so quickly, almost tripping and tumbling over as we hit the bottom and took off through the brush. I’ve never ran so hard in my life, I remember I dropped my hat and glasses at that moment but I could careless about them.  We each had Remington 700 rifles, but I guess utter terror made us forget we even had them, as we began to hear crashing through the woods behind us.  I could heard my Cousin begin to cry a bit as  we broke the treeline and back out towards that shack, when we were in front of it, I pulled my rifle and motioned him to stop as I turned back towards the treeline, ready to shoot at those things the moment they came into sight.  It was now pretty dark, and we waited for what seemed like forever for them to come rushing at us..

The silence was only broken by the swaying of the trees in the wind, and my Cousin screaming, “Oh fuck!” pointing at one of the trees to our right.  One of them was in the tree branches, it quietly flanked us.. This threw me in an utter panic, that only worsened when my Cousin fired at it.  He must of hit it, because it let out this Ungodly, Bloodcurdling scream that echoed throughout the woods, it was like a man screaming with the undertones of a deep guttural growl.  I Literally pissed myself, feeling he only angered it,

I grabbed him by his coat and we booked it back to our truck. My lungs were on fire, but I did not want to stop in fear of that thing being right behind me. As we neared the trail we broke the treeline, and the truck was insight, Then from behind me I heard my Cousin cry out and a loud thud on the ground. I turned around so quickly, relieved to see that he had only tripped.. but that relief was short lived after I saw that thing just silently standing and watching us from the treeline.  It had to have been about 7-8ft tall, it’s arms were to it’s knees, and those claws bore a gruesome scene in my mind of our demise, So I quickly rushed over to pick up My Cousin, as we raced for the car.  Stumbling with the keys I finally unlocked it, And as soon as we got in I locked the car and started her up, but Eric let out a chilling scream before I could drive off.

I was frozen, when I noticed he was looking at on my side of the Car, and I regret ever turning my head to that thing, It’s face will forever be burned into my mind, I still can’t close my eyes without seeing it.

Right in front of my window, It’s snarling face fogged up the glass, I could clearly see it’s face, it’s eyes almost human like, widened fully in a maniacal looking,  hate-filled stare. It looked like it could make facial expressions, the way its face was built, and this one it was making at me was of utmost  intimidation, then the Car shook on My Cousin’s side as the Other one put its hands on the window and pressed it’s whole muzzle against it, glaring deeply at both of us.  I quickly snapped out of my trance like state, and fucking floored it out of there.  I sighed in relief, but again it was short lived when My Cousin yelled out, looking behind us to see that they were keeping pace with the truck..

Going 45mph.. I fucking pushed it to 70 until I couldn’t see them trailing us anymore, but even then I kept that speed until we got back.  As soon as I parked we raced inside, began locking all the doors, and windows when my Uncle comes screaming at us about how late we came back, when we all were stopped dead in our tracks by a Loud screaming, that ended off like a freaking Howl outside the house.. My Uncle went and grabbed his rifle and we stuck the night out together in the living room.. We could hear scratches at the walls, and movement on the roof as well.. Needless to say, none of us got any sleep that night.

When Dawn finally broke, the noises stopped, and tiredly my Uncle just looks at us and says, ” See why I told you Not to be out at Night?”

Window Stalker

I live in Brazoria County which is just south of Houston. This happened about 2 years ago when I was a Sophomore in high school. One night I was on this very laptop looking up videos. I was laying on my bed, which was right beside my window. At the time, the window only had a blanket covering it up and also, there was no glass or screen.

Anyways, around 2:00 at night, I heard a Dog-like panting and crunching sound right outside my window. Naturally, I got scared because whatever that was, could just move the blanket out of the way and get me. After awhile, I thought it was a dog since there is a lot of stray dogs in the area. Nothing else happened for around 2 months where I heard it AGAIN. This night, is was around 50 degrees outside so I tried to cover up the window as much as possible to keep the coldness out.

Suddenly the sounds stopped and there was literally NO sounds from ANYWHERE. I caught myself just staring at my laptop with my back to the window. Then somehow, the cold air found it’s way in. When I turned, the blanket was shoved out of the way by a fur hand.

All you could see is darkness outside my window. Then the panting started again…..the Dogman was here. I yelled when it tried to come in my window. The Dogman was AT LEAST 7 feet tall with mangy fur and glaring eyes. The head was of course, like a dog….presumably a German Shepard. It was about halfway in my room when I realized I had a Lee-Enfield under my bed for self protection.

Being my stupid self, I decided to use the Bayonet instead of my actual bullets. I believe I stabbed it around the shoulder blade since the Dogman was crouched over my windowsill. It yelled out in a surprisingly higher-pitched voice…. then it ran off; in the woods I presume.

Like everyone else, I never told ANYONE since no-one would believe me. The neighbors did ask what that noise was but I merely told them ”I don’t know”.  After that night, I did replace my window my reinforced glass and everything. To this day, I never saw that creature again…..I hope I don’t.