To begin, I live in the heart of the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee and was raised here. My best friend, who I’ll call B, was born and raised here as well, and we’ve been close since we were barely thirteen. We are still like sisters and spent most of our time together until we both got married and had families of our own. Now that you have a little background, I’ll share a short, but creepy two-part story about what we saw one night by the river on highway 129.
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.
I’m from the southern United States, and I grew up in the south my entire life. Every summer I visit my dad and relatives in Alabama. In the summer of 2015, I was 16 at the time. As an adult, it still makes my skin crawl and keeps me thinking about what goes bumping in the night. I don’t even go out at night, or let alone go out on a full moon.
I was at my grandparents house that’s located in a rural suburban area. It was around 12:30 or 1 at night, and I couldn’t sleep. So, I was reading my book and texted my friends when I heard an inhuman screech. It sounded in a mix of wild hog or something. I was bit suspicious, so I decided to look out of the window. My window faces the neighbors house and drive way. At first glance, it looked like a random stoner crawling up the neighbor’s driveway. I was laughing and I wanted to take a picture of this person. But, the longer I looked the more I became aware that he didn’t look right.
The neighbor’s porch light was on, so I saw this thing explicitly. This person a had skinny and big torso. His arms and legs were abnormally long, and his whole body was moving like a spider. He had no clothes, and his skin was pale and grey. He was also completely hairless. This person just looked wrong in so many ways. My stomach dropped, and I realized that this was not a human.
My mom told me this story.
so basically let me tell you a bit about where this took a place. It took place in a VERY small town in Canada. It was at night, and it was in the 90’s?
So one night a married young women asked her husband to go, and get something for supper. So the man walked to the grocery store, in the neighbouring town. Half an hour later and the husband was still not back. So the women went out, and went to find her husband.
When she was halfway to the other town, she heard rustling in the bushes behind her up the hill. She brushed it off as just animals as animals became active at night. That’s when she heard growling, and before she could run the animal had attacked her. She got a look at it since the moon was full, and light came off. It was a large werewolf looking animal. It had brown fur, large teeth, and it attacked her legs. She kicked it on the face, and got it right in the face. It had a wicked scratch. So when the wife got away, the animal followed her. It was on all twos at first, until it got onto all fours running faster than an average wolf.
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