A few years ago my dad and I were out on a Hunting trip together in Minnesota where we experienced something I’ll never forget.
Hudson was sleeping in the living room and all of a sudden he started barking. I mean barking like he was about to smash through the door and attack whatever was out there. My dad and I went out into the living room to calm him down but he was standing at the door, hair standing up and barking like mad. My dad repeatedly tried to calm him down but to no avail. Hudson started pawing at the door, all the while continuing his bark. I looked out the window, expecting to see a wolf or bear wandering around but I couldn’t see anything at all. There’s a motion sensor on the front of the cabin to deter the raccoons in the middle of the night and that wasn’t even tripped.
Eventually Hudson calmed down but he was still restless the rest of the night. I could hear Hudson walking around the cabin, it was almost as if he were standing guard over the whole place.
We went out for our first day of hunting but there wasn’t anything worth firing a shot at.
We went out on the porch for another cigarette, my dad pointed out that the night was unusually quiet and I pointed out that the day was too. Something off was going on around these woods.
Hudson started barking again, even more ferocious than the last night. We went back into the cabin and tried to hush him again but he still wouldn’t listen. Again I peered out of the window, again I found nothing, except for this time, the motion sensor was on, it wasn’t on two minutes before that when we were out there. I began to make out movement just outside the light and strained my eyes to see past the light.
I finally got my dad to look outside and his entire demeanor changed. He wasn’t so laid back anymore, he was stiffened and agitated. “That’s not a bear, son.” He said to me. “Then what the hell is it?” I asked.
I went over to the gun rack and grabbed my Weatherby Vanguard Rifle. My dad was instantly in front of me, “You shoot at that thing and we’re gonna have one hell of a problem, just let it do its thing and wander off like it did last night.”
I went to the window again and looked outside, the motion sensors were off but I could just make out movement, it was still there. Hudson quieted down and started pacing around again. I told my dad I think it left and he looked like he was relieved. He went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses and poured us both a serving of Jack Daniels, his favorite whiskey. He said he caught a glimpse of it and it looked like a wolf but it was too big and bulky.
I don’t know how long I was asleep for but I woke up to another round of Hudson’s incessant barking. He was pawing at my door and barking like mad. I glanced at the window to the right of the bed and damn near fell out of the bed. Whatever Hudson was barking at was peering into the window!
It was no wolf! This thing was gigantic! It stared right back at me. It was furry and black, had yellow eyes that looked like they were glowing, ears that were triangular and sitting on top of its head, long, long canine teeth and a long wolf-like muzzle. It looked to me like it was hunched over or crouching down so it could look in the window. Then it licked the screen on the window! I leapt out of bed and bolted out of the room, my dad was already awake and I started yelling at him that the thing was back outside. I grabbed my rifle again, not caring about my dad’s warning but it was gone!
My dad was right behind me and told me not to shoot, that it would just piss it off. He told me he thought it was a werewolf. I saw it with my own eyes, it really did look like a werewolf. Like from the Underworld movies. He told me that when he saw it, it was standing on two legs and it must have been at least 8 feet tall.
I moved out of the bedroom into the living room again and looked out of the window, the sensor was tripped again but I couldn’t see the thing anywhere. Eventually, Hudson calmed down again and all was quiet. I continued to stare out of the window, watching for any signs of the creature’s return. For the rest of the night, neither of us slept, we just waited. Every time Hudson got up, my body twitched, waiting for him to start barking again but he never did.
The sun rose and we walked around the cabin but found nothing. We trekked out into the woods but didn’t go too far into them, there were no signs that a werewolf-monster had been there the night before. I thought to myself maybe Hudson could pick up the trail and when I said it aloud to my dad, I heard how foolish I sounded. It dawned on me that I didn’t actually want to find proof that this thing was out here and I definitely didn’t want to find the thing itself! My dad said we should probably just go back to the cabin and pack up. I didn’t have a problem with that.
