Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “My brother, myself, and two friends, Adam and Marsee were camping out next to our lake. We had 80 acres of farm and mountainside. In the valley there were 4 different spring fed creeks that flowed thru our tomato fields.

On a little rise above the tomato fields my grandfather had built a 5 acre lake. There was a small field on the dam. About enough room to park 3 cars around a bonfire. At the lake was a trail that led up the mountain. It was an old logging trail that we rode 4wheelers on. It led to other logging trails and we could ride to the top of the mountain to an apple orchard.

One night in the snow we were ridding 4 wheelers and marsse got lost in the woods. He was chased up the mountain by something in the woods. He never saw it, but he told me about it after we found him. I told him our lake had a ghost in it, but I’d never seen anything in the woods. We decided to go camping out there to determine what was going on.

I bushhogged the field on the damn so we could set up a fire. Marsee brought his 1970’s Chevrolet Van for us to sleep in. It was white with no windows. We called it his rape van. To try to improve it, he had spray painted black zebra stripes up and down the sides front and back. It only had front seats so there was plenty of room in the back for the 4 of us to spread out our sleeping bags in the back and sleep. We were all in high school.

We had sat around the fire till it was dark. Well after midnight, telling ghost stories, and talking. We finally decided to go hike up the trail since nothing was happening around us. We hadn’t planned out this excursion so well. We didn’t have any flash lights, but we made two torches. Using some sticks and rags and some fuel we set off around the lake to get to the trail. By the time we reached the trail, our torches were struggling to stay lit. One kept going out, so we decided to add it to the one good one and that left me carrying the one working torch. While we were rebuilding our torches, my brothers dog had started up the trail without us. As we started up the trail, we heard her yelp, and she came running past us, yelping like she’d just been scared. We could hear her run past our camp site and continue on out the pathway back towards our house. Her yelps getting fainter and fainter as she ran.

We all started laughing at her. Wondering what happened to scare her off. Not thinking mush about it, we started up the trail.

We hadn’t planned gone in about 200’, around a few bends and up a slight hill when we got to an area where it leveled out. We were in a thick white pine patch that my grandfather had planted as an investment. About another 100’ and we would have started getting into more natural trees for North Carolina, oaks, Maple, and poplar trees. It was very dark under the pines. The light from our torch only went out about 10’. And the way it flickered in the wind it didn’t always stay straight and bright infront of you. We are walking 2 at a time side by side. Me and Marsee in the front with the torch, and my brother and Adam following in the back. As we started to walk around this big pine on the left, I see something gray and blurry run across the path ahead of us in the flickering torch light. It was just at the edge of the flames reach. I could tell there was multiple colors of black, brown and gray, but the overall color of the fur was gray. It was only a split second glance, but both me and Marsee stopped when it disappeared across the trail. Marsee grabbed my arm and said what was that, I was getting ready to say “this is just like the Blair Witch” when above us, in the big pine tree we were standing next too, we heard a loud crash. Something large was falling out of the tree. It hit the ground in front of me and Marsee.

It landed in a massive clump. Our torch was blown out from the air that was stirred up when this thing landed. We were standing in pitch black dark. There was enough moon and starlight that as you eyes adjusted you could make out the shapes of the trees around us, and the mass that was lying on the ground infront of us. This was a span of about 10 seconds, from the thing running across the trail, till this thing landing in the trail. There was a low gruff, grunting noise and this thing stood up. It raised straight up to a standing position like it grew out of the ground. Almost like how a shadow extends out from an object as the sun moves around it. It how it seemed this thing stood up. It went from a clump in the trail to a tall wide dark shadow looming over us. Its arms were up in the air facing Marsee and myself. It leaned over top of us with its arms outstretched, like it was gonna grab us both at the same time. It reminded me of the opening of the old scobby doo show. Where a dark shadow monster looms over the troop to scare them. I was 6’4” in high school and 190 lbs. this thing was a good 2 to 3 feet taller than me. It’s chest and shoulders were wider than the space that me and Marsee took up standing side by side.

When this thing had risen and leaned forward, Adam and my brother saw it too. We all four turned around and started running back down the trail. Marsee and I passed Adam and Justin. Marsee was out in front of me a good 15-20’ when he stopped and said wait let’s go back. As I ran past him I grabbed him up in one arm, threw him over my shoulder, and continued running to the van. We all make it back and fall down around the fire. We are terrified, but full of adrenaline and excitement. What was that? What did you see? Was that real? That’s all we talked about until we calmed our nerves down.

We had found out there was something out there. We succeeded. Mission accomplished. Time for bed. The fire has died down to coals. So we climb into the van, spread out our sleeping bags, shut the doors and lay down to go to sleep.

A few hours later I wake up. I’m confused cause at first I don’t know where I am. And there is a noise that I keep hearing that I don’t know what is causing it. As I wake up, I’m still laying down. I can hear what sounds like someone walking around the van. As I lay there listening to it, occasionally you can hear what sounds like fingernails scratching the side of the van as it makes a pass.

I start getting freaked out remembering the thing that chased us out of the woods. Wondering if it’s it, but at the same thing thinking this thing sounds smaller than the big clump that stood up. As I lay there I realize it’s too quit on the inside of the van. I whisper “Adam”, cause he was the closest to me in the van. There was no response. I say his name a couple more times each time getting a little louder, when he finally answers with “go the f–k to sleeep!” I sort of shocked me, cause he sounded nervous and on edge. I asked him, “do you hear anything?” He was quiet for a sound, and responded “your not hearing anything, go back to sleep.” I knew he was lying, and not wanting to admit it. So I said, if you don’t hear anything, sit up and look out the window. His response told me he heard it. He said “f–k you. I ain’t looking out that window. You can.” He was the disbeliever in our group. He did not think there was anything out there, but his refusal to look told me he heard it. Satisfied that I wasn’t imagining things, I drifted back to sleep.

In the morning we woke up to the sun shining thru the windows. We walk outside and look around the van. Nothing is disturbed, and there were no paths or tracks that we could see. The grass had been tall before we camped, but I had bushhogged it down and there was just clumps of cut grass around. The one sign that what we heard was physical that night, was there were scratch marks on the side of marsee’s van. He used cheap black spray paint to paint his zebra stripes. And at about waist height on the side of his van, thru all the black stripes, you could see white under them. It was like someone had lightly keyed the car. The base white didn’t have any scratches due to the clear coat protecting it. But when it passed thru the zebra stripes, it pulled the black paint off with its finger nails.

This evidence made us go looking more. On the weekends and over the summer we camped out and hunted the woods with our friends. With the goal of going out and getting scared. We always called them ghost. Cause we believe in spirits and haunts in the mountains of western North Carolina. It wasn’t until I started listening to your show, that I started hearing similarities between my stories and your witnesses. I still don’t know what we messed around in the woods with. But it became a game between us. We would chase them, and they would chase us. This went on for about 2 years then I left for the Marine Corps. When I finished my time in the Marines, I lived in the house for about a year, and there were things still going on. My mom sold the house, and the last two people that have lived there and owned it, have confirmed with me that things still happen out there.”