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.

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?”