Dogman driven off

This was not a report I myself witnessed but instead one my grandmother told me about that my aunt later corroborated seperately. For a little background my grandparents’, currently aunt’s, home is in backwoods of Virginia. Extremely thick forest with hilly terrain in all directions. You have to get on a dirt path and follow it for about half a mile to get to a gravel covered side road, and then follow it for about 30 minutes to reach a very small town just across the North Carolina border. If you go a short ways North you find yourself at the Blue Ridge mountains and parkway that lead up into Appalachia proper. The forest is mostly low-lying shrubs up to around 4 feet high with pine and a lot of black oak trees making up the canopy. There is a very clear stream about 30 yards from the house which has fish quite frequently. This along with wild blackberries, tender leaf shrubs, and some apple trees make it very lucrative for wildlife. The house itself is an old two-story house built onto an incline of the hill that overlooks it. This was back in the 1970s, my aunt believes it was 1978 as she was finishing high school at the time.

My father had graduated from college and was going on to the Air Force, so he had already moved out. My grandfather, although he was old enough to retire, liked to remain busy so he worked his old job as an electrician and power pole technician; just now in an advisory role because he was getting up there in years. He had just gotten the contract down in North Carolina so he was away from the house for about a week and a half. This left only my 17-year-old aunt and grandmother at the house.

As I said there usually was a lot of wildlife in the area. A typical morning for my grandmother was making breakfast and sitting out on her porch watching deer and rabbits eat at the shrubs. Sometimes she would also see or hear a bobcat, fox, or coyote about. On one occasion a mountain lion and her cups strolled right past the house. One animal she was familiar with in particular was a very large black bear who could be recognized by folks around those parts from a white patch on his chest and a hole in his left ear. My grandmother nicknamed him “Captain” because he had a habit of sitting on his haunches and reaching up with his paws to pick apples, a motion that looked like he was saluting. Captain was a very big black bear but wasn’t very aggressive unless tested. He seemed to have an agreement with my grandmother and grandfather that if they left him alone he would leave them alone. He’d just strolled by the house every now and then to have some blackberries on the bushes or apples that had fallen down, which meant he came by the house’s yards often as he was too big to climb trees much more and the fruit trees around the house were low enough he could reach up and pick food. My grandfather guesstimated he was somewhere in the 500 to 600-pound range and roughly 6 feet tall as my grandfather once measured some scratch marks he left on a tree.

During the week my grandmother noticed a fairly sharp decline in the animals nearby. It was the latter part of summer in a wet season so most of the plants were full-bloom and the leaves were at their tenderest, yet she couldn’t see hide nor hair of any rabbits or dear coming to graze. A coyote she had her yapping every night for the past month seemed to vanish. A few neighbors (by neighbors I mean people who lived within 5 miles) who stopped by told her something had taken their dog and their chicken coop had been smashed into. They assumed the mountain lion that lurked about had done it since it was the only other thing that could feasibly take down a large farm dog as they had seen Captain the day after in a completely different area gorging himself on a dead deer.

They checked around the couldn’t find anything. The next night my grandmother was woken up by my aunt who told her that she heard something bang against the outside of her wall. They checked around in the morning after and found one of the deer butchered with a bloody smear on the wall. Judging from the way the gravel was disturbed, the deer had been walking by the house when something ambushed it and in the struggle, it got smacked against the wall. My grandmother, having grown up in the woods, was familiar with predator kills and methods. Mountain lions tend to jump on the back and rake their claws across the flanks to hold on as they bite the neck, black bears will usually break the neck or the back with their paws while biting the head, and the rare occasions coyotes attack deer they usually do it by biting down on the inside of the leg and twisting to rip the muscle and arteries. This kill clearly had the throat ripped out, but there weren’t any claw marks to be found and the bite looked narrower than what a cougar would do. Plus she could gander there was only one predator from the way the ground had been disturbed, which didn’t make sense for coyotes as they typically hunted in pairs since just one alone isn’t usually enough to bring down a full grown deer.

After disposing of the carcass the next few nights were relatively uneventful except for the fact several times my aunt or grandmother would be woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of something panting outside. Now in these woods you can hear a pin drop if it’s close enough and at some points, they could swear the animal making the painting was directly outside the wall. One day my grandmother was picking some berries when she noticed what looked like dog tracks of a very large hound going through a mud flat bordering the nearby stream. Thinking it might be the missing farm dog who had maybe just run away, she followed the tracks until she heard something loudly growling at her from across the stream.

She looked up to see the partially obscured face of what look like on large, bulky, brown colored coyote or wolf standing in a thicket on the other side of the stream. She quickly began to back away, glancing back only to check her footing on the slope that led down to the stream. When she looked back she saw the very distinctly canine face in much greater detail because the animal had moved out from under cover. But instead of stepping out of the leaves like she thought it did at first, she soon noticed that it was instead standing up on its hind legs and peering over the shrubs. Now she had seen canines stand upright before. Dogs do it, foxes can do it, coyotes sometimes do it. It was the size that took her off guard. She had been to that exact same thicket of shrubs just the other day and her head only just barely reached the top, and my grandmother was around 5’3. This thing had its head pitched clear over the shrubs with a little bit of extra visible. And usually, when a predator is making no attempt to hide, it’s usually because its trying to intimidate someone. My grandmother managed to back away to the hill without turning around, and when she started to get out of sight the creature stepped out of the thicket on its hind legs. It strolled forward in a very uncanny way she had trouble describing but she insisted it never went back down on all fours. Needless to say, she ran to the house in a backpedal sprint. That night they heard the panting again along with a distant howl and scraping sounds. They found the garage door, back door frame, and kitchen window frame all had claw marks on them from something investigating them.

The canine creature was seen a few more times across the week by my grandmother and the neighbors; usually on or near the area of my family’s property. My aunt finally saw it when she saw a pair of fuzzy ears outside her window. Now she wasn’t startled right off the bat from this as Captain had come by her window a few times before and she gradually lost some fear of the big bear over the years. But in his case his ears just barely reached the edge of the window seal whereas in this case, you could clearly see them and the top of their owner’s head. She quickly realized it wasn’t the bear because of the pointed shape, brown coloring, and the fact it had two fully intact ears. They also started to detect a very pungent smell on a side door porch, one time finding what look like some urinal or some other liquid stains on it; suggesting an animal had scent marked it to claim the spot.

It all came to a head on a Wednesday night when they heard howling in the distance grow closer. My grandmother flipped on a porch light and glimpsed the canine animal quickly sprinting across the lawn on its hind legs again, her sighting confirming how big it was. For several hours of the night, they could hear it roaming around the property and pressing against doors like it was trying to find a way in. They glimpsed at several points eye shine of yellow eyes peering in through the windows as well as broad, long-fingered paws being pushed against the glass briefly. This was the day an age before cell phones and 24-hour police service in some rural areas, so no one had a means of immediately calling the police. Instead, my grandmother had to wait arduous minutes on a landline with connection difficulty trying to call the police station two towns over.

She was distracted by my aunt screaming, running into the bedroom to get one of the guns out. She had been sitting in the living room when she felt clicking against the glass and saw “that wolf thing” pressing its face and bared teeth against the surface with its claws fully outstretched. Both of them started to try to get the rifles or shotguns out, it was becoming increasingly clear the creature was trying to get into the house and knew they were in there.

They heard it panting through a wall before there was the sound of heavy footsteps and a very loud “Thump!”. Now it’s not like in the movies when creatures roar, snarl, and hiss constantly no matter what they’re doing. My aunt and grandmother hadn’t the faintest idea what was going on outside and didn’t investigate until the morning after, but they could tell something was antagonizing something as occasional grunts, barks, and rumbles were audible through the blackness.

They found no bodies but there’d clearly been an ferocious altercation. The ground was ripped up in multiple spots, the wall had a dent in it, and there was some oxidized blood traces on the grass and dirt. My grandmother also found a trail where something had charged through the shrubs and recovered several vague dog prints as wider tracks moving the same direction. The animals all seemed to come back by the end of the week and the howls stopped.
When my grandfather came back home he, my aunt, and some neighbors surveyed the area to make sure they couldn’t find the wolf creature. Evidently the neighbors had also heard howls around their property at night that stopped recently too. They couldn’t find it despite surveying the whole property, though they did find what looked like a track way leading out of the property and running off into the mountains.

Several days later my grandmother saw Captain again, marking his territory by rubbing up against a tree in their yard and scratching the bark. He had several cuts across his muzzle, was missing patches of fur, had some healed bite wounds on his arm, and the hole in his ear had been torn open to the point he was missing half the ear flap, but other than that and a slight limp that went away with time; he was fine.

When he was told about the urine like smell on the doorstep when the wolf creature was running amok, my grandfather speculated it was trying to claim the territory. Usually black bears are relatively docile but evidently Captain took issue with this newcomer imposing on his space and became aggressive, so what my grandmother and aunt heard that one night was the bear charging while it was distracted and engaging the intruder. While the wolf looking creature was taller, it seemed skinnier and apparently decided it wasn’t worth claiming this spot if it meant having to square off with a quarter ton of claws and teeth for it. As a thank you and so he could recover his strength quicker my grandmother trimmed the apple trees to down all the fruit and let the bear enjoy himself without feeding him directly. Winter would be in a few months and she wanted him fattened up so he could stick around for the next year, just in case.


It was 2:30PM and it was time for my shift, I work from 3-11 at one of Amazons Warehouse. I’d like to introduce myself first My name is Joey, I’m 23 years old 5’9 and pretty fit and muscular. Now that’s over and done with, it was a normal average day at work, stock up on items, packages, move items and ordinary warehouse work.

I work with my peers who only one of them leaves at the same time as me, we’ll call him “Jack.” He was an average hard working employee like me, so we basically stick to each other during our shifts. The day went pretty fast and I was surprised, things aren’t usually this fast? It’s always boring and empty most of the time. It was 10PM and I had to mop up the bathrooms and Jack did the shelf area, then we’d check everything and go.

I was finishing the last stall when jack called me over to him, “did you hear that?” I replied with “what?” “that growl and thud?” It was all silent, but was Brocken by a quick what sounded like a snarl and growl together and heavy footsteps coming from behind us, we booked it out there and approached to get into our cars and getting the hell out of there, forgetting about the warehouse. I took a glance when I was in the car and what I saw gave me the most jaw dropping wide eyed sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Standing on 2 hind legs towering over me was an estimated 7 foot monster who was buff, it had the head of a wolf with red deep glowing eyes, a man like torso, about 7 inches long claws, human like arms and hands, but the legs of a wolf. It had long sharp teeth and around the beast was dark black fur.

Jack and I drove right out of there and I swear what haunts me till this day, this monster said in the most darkened deepest demonic voice ever, “next time I find you Joey, it won’t be pleasant.”

It follows

I basically grew up at my grandmas house she taught me about everything and when school first started I had to go over there because it was just closer. I absolutely despised school even though I was only in kindergarten that parts important.

When winter came around it got very cold because of Indiana where it can go from summer to winter in five seconds. I was waiting for the bus to come pick me up so I was waiting outside in the dark by myself. Something was off. The intense feeling of being watched washed over me.

I didnt know what to do since I was only six. I felt like I might vomit. But then I saw two giant paws come out from behind the bush.

I was petrified, I couldn’t even move.

At first I thought it was a dog but then it came out further and I could see how gigantic it was. Back then I had no idea what a werewolf was.

This experience alone was terrifying.

But as the years passed even more odd things started to happen at their house. I constantly felt like I was being watched and sometime I would even hear some unusually loud growling.

I submitted this story for hopefully the next werewolf story you make.

Love you darkness!!!!!!

Is That A Werewolf?

My name is Yona and I live in Delhi, India. A couple of months ago, my best friend, Varuna and I were sitting in our room studying for our upcoming finals. With only a couple of weeks left, we were super stressed and stayed up for hours at night to prepare. This was our college graduation exam and we both were pursuing the same subject, living in the same apartment complex and going to the same college.

I’ve known her since we were kids, we met during our kindergarten years so we are very close.

So it’s yet another night of preparation and we are sitting in our living room, studying. Our apartment is on the 5th floor which faces a huge empty land.

The only trees present in that land are big coconut trees. The ground is full of tall grasses which cover up the land. There is a huge pond in the middle as well. When we first moved in, that piece of land was seriously spooky because there were no houses and foxes lived there.

Every night, they’d start barking and howling which was scary at first but with time, we both grew used to it. To separate the land from our complex, there is a huge 6ft tall wall which prevents the foxes from coming in. From our living room terrace, we can see the foxes running around looking for food.

It was around 2:30 am and Varuna and I were chugging coffee and quizzing each other. The foxes started howling and barking and we didn’t pay them any attention. They did that at intervals every night so it was nothing new.

However, this time, they didn’t stop barking.

Usually, they’d stop after maybe a couple of minutes but they were at it for a really long time. The complex is new and not many people live here, so there is no noise and the street is far away so no noise from the vehicles can be heard either.

So this night their continuous barking really irked us because we were trying to concentrate.

To make matters worse, the stray dogs that lived in our complex started barking as well. Our complex is full of them because it is still under construction and they get a lot of food from the workers and a few people that live here.

We have two Labrador retrievers as well, Dany and Drogo, yes we named them that because we love Daenerys and her Khal. They rushed to the terrace and their back hair was standing up. We didn’t pay them any attention but after a while, we went to the terrace to bring them back in before they started barking like crazy. Varuna went with me and we could hear the rustling of the grass which made us look out towards the field.

At first, we saw a few foxes running around and then suddenly, a huge shape got up from the ground. Honestly, I thought that was a person but then it stood up and it was holding, what looked like a dead fox in its mouth. We stood there looking at it without making any sound and that’s when our dogs decided to empty their lungs at this thing.

The thing turned at glanced at us and I could see it had a long snout, shabby rusty-grey hair and pointed ears.

Its eyes held such a malicious look and looked almost silvery in colour. It looked like it was breathing heavily and growling at the same time as it now held the dead fox in one really long clawed hand.

“Is—Is that a werewolf?!” Varuna screeched beside me and dugs her nails into my arms, breaking my shock. The thing then turned, got down on the ground and started running. We could see it going farther away as it broke the grass and trampled on it, running at full speed. We stood there still and staring into the now empty field.

The dogs had stopped barking and were now nuzzling my leg to get my attention.

Slowly I turned and went in, Varuna following behind me and locking the terrace door. We went to the rooms and started closing the windows and pulling the curtains. I have never been so scared in my life. Even though we saw it run away, we were sure it would come and back. We switched off the lights and sat on our sofa, not saying anything.

We could still hear the distant barking and howling of the foxes but it faded away after a while.

We fell asleep on the couch that night and woke up late. Varuna was still shaken up and wanted to go investigate and I shot down that idea. That was suicide! What if that thing came back. We waited for two weeks to see if it would come back but it never did. I am glad it never did.


My family and I listen to your channel most days, although I have never seen any Dogman I have heard noises out in the woods. I never really took into consideration that such a monster could be real, I had always denied it to myself but I found the stories interesting. I wasn’t a believer until now of course, this event didn’t occur while I was awake.

I am not one to have nightmares but, last night I had the nightmare of my life. You may disregard this but to me it was very real.

I was at a bus stop waiting for the bus to get me, it was very dark outside and there was no light so I had turned on my phone flashlight hoping I wouldn’t be passed up by the bus.

I waited a good ten minutes before I saw the bus, I then began waving my light so the driver would see me but they did not. I got passed up, knowing that my house was about a mile or two down the road I took off my sandals and started to run down the road. As I was running I heard this screaming howl, it didn’t sound like any wolf I had ever heard. The noise was so familiar as I noticed I had heard it in real life before.

My heart started beating faster than it ever had before, I was running with tears down my face but I had no intentions of stopping. The road I was running down was lined with thick trees on each side, my panicking anxiety made it seem like the trees were closing in on me but I knew they weren’t.

The screaming howl was getting so close to me, I wasn’t sure if I was running to it or if I was being chased by something. Once I had reached the house it looked like nobody was home, my parents don’t keep the front door unlocked so I ran around back but I couldn’t get in the back door.

My heart was racing, this wolf that I’ve seen in other dreams came up to me and started licking my hands and it stayed by my side while I ran to the front of the house again.

It seemed to be comforting me as it does in my other dreams. I got the front door open and ran into the living room to find my family eating, I had told my dad and mom about the noise I heard and how it got louder and louder. My dad told me to go outside to make sure nothing was out there and I listened, when I had went to check the wolf was gone.

I stood on the front porch looking into the dark, I saw what looked like a person walking towards the house and as they got closer I realized it wasn’t human at all. This thing had very long tall thick legs and very long arms that hung down to its knees. I realized it’s shoulders were hunched over and it got faster and closer, I quickly ran inside not daring to take a longer look.

I told my dad what I had saw, I was so scared I tried to lock the doors and windows trying to protect my siblings and parents but nothing would budge.

I sat down by my mom and got close to her side, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

As she was trying to comfort me we heard scratching up against the house, it sounded like it was coming from the back end of the house. When I stood up to look out the window behind my dad I saw two Dogmen walking around the house, and then I heard steps behind my mom and I so I turned to the other window and saw another Dogman.

I realized we were surrounded and I felt like it was going to be the last night we would have together.

I kept yelling at myself saying “Wake up, wake up!” But nothing happened, the scratches got louder. I thought I had woken up when I saw my wall and I had turned but when I looked out my bedroom window it was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything. Then my eyes popped open and I had actually awoken from the horrid nightmare.

I immediately ran into the living room not even giving myself time to think about what nightmare I had just awoken from. I sat on the couch while my mother and brother were talking in the kitchen and I started crying, my mom knew something was wrong and came and sat by me stroking my hair. She kept asking me what happened and then I told her about what I had dreamed of.

It has bothered me since it’s happened and I had finally gotten the guts to look up if there were sightings near me. In the early winter or late spring my family and I are supposed to be moving to Rogers, Arkansas. When I had looked at the nearest sightings I had found that there was one in Benton County which is where Rogers is located.

My dad is hoping to get a house off the lake in a secluded area, my belief is that this was just preparation for what we will see when we move. It felt so real to me, maybe it was.

I am definitely aware that Dogman is real and I will have my guard up.