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A listener writes “Early in the morning, around 2 am, on January 17th, 1991, I was assigned to do a patrol in Area 6, on Barksdale AFB, in Louisiana.

As an Air Force, Security Police, Law Enforcement Specialist, I had been in the USAF for several years. During those years I had earned leaderships respect by doing what I am told to do, no matter how difficult the task.

Early on Barksdale, I had a drugged up civilian man try to beat me to death. He was charged, and pleade guity, to attempted murder on a Federal Officer. I had been shot at several times by pissed off gang members, who thought they could send their buddies on base to sell dope and mess with enlisted, and enlisted spouses, and dependents.

From fighting, to selling drugs, the gang members were all arrested Their buddies, being pissed off cowards. who would empty a pistol at the Security Police on the base gates, and drive off.

By this time I had also been recruited into nuclear weapons security, and Presidential Security, relating to a secret Presidential Bunker that was used on September 11th, 2001, by President Bush. The bunker is now declassified. . I was also a member of an Emergency Services Team, which is basically a team of 4 USAF cops that are trained to kill people, using different tactics than “normal cops”.

Back to the story

On January 17th early in the morning around 2am, in Louisiana, I entered a Conventional Weapons storage area on Barksdale. The CAS area was located away from the main area of the base, carved out a heavy forest area.

Inside the CAS area are bunkers, the bunkers have large locks on the doors that are easy to see using a spotlight from a vehicle. I enjoyed doing the CAS area checks because it was often peaceful, and I was able to enjoy checking on the area and exploring it alone.

While doing this “routine” check, I had a gut feeling something was wrong, and I should leave. Because of this feeling, I called dispatch and informed them I was doing a CAS area check. Dispatch understood I would be in the area approximately 20 minutes. The check ended up taking much, much longer.

While doing the check the weather went from misting, to heavy fog, and mist, limiting my visibility to about 50 yards, with a spotlight. As I crept through the CAS area checking bunkers, I became more, and more scared. A fear that was new to me, and I had never experienced before.
This fear, which was strange and seemed to hang in e air, swept over me, and I felt almost a desperate need to leave the area, however, I wasn’t finished with my area inspection, so I stop my vehicle, got out, and chambered a round in my M4 rifle, and ensured I had my Beretta, M9, sidearm ready. Rentering the vehicle, I continued my inspection. As I cleared the older bunkers, I entered a new bunker area.

The fear I felt was thick in the air, and I had to fight against the gut feeling I needed to leave the area quickly. As I approached the newer bunkers, I slowed down, and had to pull up very close to them, because of the heavy fog and mist. I turned on my spotlight, and was shocked to see a row of bunkers doors open, haphazardly, and the padlocks, cut off, and laying on the ground.

I immediately called dispatch, and informed them I needed back up, and I had found an unsecure area. Dispatches acknowledged, informing me they did not have a unit to back me up, and I should clear the area alone. Everything I was informed to do, was so far out of our normal procedures, that I knew dispatch was dealing with a much bigger issue.

I put the vehicle in park, grabbed my M4 rifle, and slipped the safety off. I took out a flashlight, and looked into the bunkers that had been cut open, to find all of them completely empty. Relieved, I knew terrorist or enemy combatants would take what they needed or wanted and would leave a lot behind. Only the USAF would empty all these bunkers so quickly.

I called dispatch and informed them I was going to return to the main base, and they acknowledged.

An incredible terror was being directed at me. It felt as if it was trying to control me, and I felt as if there was someone close by who absolutely hated me, and I was picking up on this hate, and projected fear, and loathing, an intense evil that I should get away from.

I got back into my vehicle, now that inspection was complete, and drove up to the locked gate that I needed to open, to drive the vehicle out. As I exited the vehicle, I had this absolute terror wash over me. To the point that I looked around, in the darkness, mist, and heavy fog. I even called out asking if there was someone nearby. Nothing but complete silence. No aircraft, background noise, no radio chatter, no vehicle noises from a far. Bizzare for a busy air force base.

To make a long story short, the gate was stuck, I was unable to open it. The evil feeling became incredibly strong now. I could feel this presence standing behind me, full of hate and evil.

Becoming increasingly aware of this invisible entity or creature. I stopped, turned toward the area I could feel this thing was at, and asked it politely, to allow me to leave. I turned back, and the gate was free to open. I drove my vehicle through, locked the gate from the inside, and walked about 20 feet to a pedestrian gate, and attempted to unlock it to leave the area.

I couldn’t unlock it. I felt this entity almost pressing against me, emitting almost overwhelming fear. Fighting the fear, I once again turned towards this entity, and asked it if I could please leave. I turned back to the gate, and it easily unlocked. I exited the gate and turned around, locking it shut. I had this distinct feeling this entity was not able to leave the CAS area and I was safe from it. But it felt as if it was projecting hate and intense fear at me, trying to terrify me, which worked.

I cleared the round out of my M4, and put the weapon back into the truck. As I turned back to my normal duties I realized hours had passed, conducting my 20 minute inspection. It was now around 7am.

I was about to leave, and turned towards this entity one last time. I said, thank you for letting me go. Suddenly, the hate, and fear, stopped, and felt this invisible entity move away from me, back towards the new bunkered area.

I returned to the main base, turned in my weapons, and went into the Flight Chiefs office to explain why I was late returning, and brief him on finding bunkers open. I knocked on the door, hearing “enter” I pushed the door open to see the Dayshift, Flight Chief, sitting behind the desk.

When he recognized me, he stood up and said in a very aggressive manner, ”Did you see it” Thinking this NCO was talking about the open bunkers, I said yes. He came closer and in an aggressive manner again, asked if I had seen, “the creature”. I was taken back, and said no. But I felt it.

He looked me in the eye, and told me NEVER to go into the CAS area alone, and if I was ordered to, which was common, to discreetly inform dispatch, I cant enter the area alone because I was given a lawful order, not to. Strangely, I was never assigned the CAS area again.

As I write this it is June of 2021. That experience was truly, the most terrifying experience of my life. I’m now 53 years old, I live and work in remote Alaska. I’ve been charged by a bear, it’s close to the terror I felt as a young man on base, but not as bad.

Alaska actual encounter 2017

In the summer of 2017, while I worked at a Lodge, in McCarthy Alaska, located within the Wrangell Saint Elias National Park. Wrangell Saint Elias National Park is the biggest and most wild national park in the United States.

One of the ways I would relax and enjoy the area was I would walk down to the toe of the Root glacier. The Root glacier was a place I would watch rocks and ice slide and fall into the glacier lake. I often stopped and patiently waited for bears that often moved through the area.

Towards the end of the summer, N, and I, decided to take a break and drive my pickup to the toe of the Root glacier. I drove my beat up Toyota and slowly drove down the trails, usually only used by four wheelers, towards the toe.

While I was driving I noticed a black animal’s head, just over a small hill. I immediately got a very unpleasant headache, and I told N, “Bigfoot”. It just popped into my head, and out of my mouth, I don’t know why.

I stopped the truck and shut it off, getting out of the truck and taking care not to slam the doors. N and I walked into the glacier scrub brush, where I thought the “bigfoot” or more likely, an injured bear, went into the scrub.

A little voice in the back of my head was screaming at me that this was not a bear. It was a person, and I should use extreme caution. However, N seemed not to be concerned. N actually was first to see this “person”. He said it was covered in hair, the traditional bigfoot, arm swing, and was moving very quickly

What I observed was a quick glimpse of a person, who was covered in dark brown hair, and when the person ran, it moved with a speed that was impossibly fast. Nothing can move that fast, especially moving through glacier rock, scrub, and a few downed trees.

I am an avid outdoorsman, some would say to the point of obsession. I have spent many weeks, alone, in some of the most remote areas of Alaska. I have seen “human” footprints in extremely remote areas. Most of the tracks are larger than my size 10 work boots. Some were small as a child, and some that were enormous.

I have often thought of that “hairy man” and how it did not seem to notice me, or be concerned about me, at first. It seemed to be concentrating on N.

For the brief second that I locked eyes, it was obviously shocked to see me, as I was to see a hairy man. The hairy man moved approximately 75 yards instantly, then I saw a quick glimps of it when it was running and jumping over downed trees.

This was just a very short interaction with a hairy man. Not very exciting, but seeing one in person, and not just footprints, has confirmed they are real.”