This happened when I was 11 years old. I used to have this old little electric mini bike that went about 20 or so miles per hour and had a small little light on the front of it so I could see in the dark. I used it to get to and back from my friends’ house. On one particular summer night, I drove over to a friends house on my mini bike at around 5 or 6 pm to play with him on his Xbox 360, I believe we played Call of Duty 4, or World at War, I’m not sure which one we played. All I know, is that I stayed there till around 9:00 at night, and since my parents were easy going parents and we lived about 2 miles away from this friend, they didn’t mind that I’d come home late or drive to my friends house on the little mini bike, since it went at a decent speed.
When I went outside of my friends house after I said goodbye to him, I went to go on my mini bike to drive back home. Keep in mind the whole way there, around his house and mine, too, is are largely wooded area, so we would always hear creatures moving around and always hear crickets. When I hopped on my mini bike, I heard nothing at all, not even any crickets. It was just silence. This was very odd because we always hear them and there are thousands of them in the woods. There was something that made them quiet. Take note that the mini bike was electric and didn’t make much sound when it accelerated.
Since it was summer, and pretty early in the summer around Mid July, it was still pretty light out at 9 PM, not too light but enough to make out someones face from about 10-15 yards away. As I started heading home, I felt very uneasy, as if I was being watched, and still heard nothing of the crickets. I was coming up at a T Junction where I would have to turn left and continue down that road for about a half mile and make another left at an unlit intersection and continue going straight until my house came up. As I was approaching the T Junction, I could barely make out something in the trees straight ahead of me. I saw a pair of eyes in the trees. My first instinct thinking it was maybe an owl or something because we get quite a few owls up where we live, until, I saw it had blood red eyes.
When I got closer, I could tell that whatever the fuck that thing was was not an owl and it’s eyes were 9 feet off the fucking ground. Before I go on, I must say that there is a legend around where I lived that late at night, Sasquatch would come out and hunt.. which was obvious (or so I thought) bullshit. I never believed in Bigfoot or any cryptids, but, when I saw these eyes and how far they were off of the ground, I immediately thought of this legend. I pissed my pants when I saw this, because I was a very paranoid person at the time (and still am) and would always assume the worst. I was terrified and knew that I would have to make this T Junction very fast and and book it the fuck home.
When I turned left I was going as fast as I could on that mini bike. I lost sight of the eyes and thought the thing had just fucked off, until I heard in the woods that whatever this fucking thing was was easily keeping pace with me. I started crying at this point and kept just driving as fast as I could down the road. I started approaching the intersection where the trees stopped and there would be a bit of a clearing on all sides of it, and saw a 9 and a half foot tall hairy, disgusting looking beast come out of the fucking woods that was coming straight for me. I made the left as fast as I could and I’m not sure if it was a miracle but I saw a pair of headlights coming down the road. I turned behind me and saw the beast step into the woods, because it knew it would be illuminated by this person’s headlights. As soon as I passed the person, I heard the crickets again, and hoped that this beast fucked off.
When I got home I shut the garage door, and locked every door and window in the house. My mom saw me obviously uneasy and pale and asked what was wrong. I never told her, or anyone what ever happened to me until now. I don’t know what that thing was, possibly a ‘Sasquatch’, but whatever it was, I hope I never see it again. I have since moved into a dorm at my college and seldom visit my parents who still live where they did when I was 11. I hope no one ever has to endure the fear I was in and I truly hope no one ever sees what I did.
My name is Jack, but I’d like to remain anonymous. Thank you for your time.