A listener writes “My husband asked me to recount our family Bigfoot story for you. In the mid 1970’s, on a rural dirt road where we lived in Raleigh, NC, my younger brother and I were playing hide and seek. My brother was “it”, so I went to hide behind a lilac bush near the road.
I peeked out and could see my brother finish counting, yell “Ready or not, here I come!”, and begin searching for me. He crossed the dirt road and stepped into the edge of the woods. Thirty seconds later, he turned, white-faced, and ran back up to the house. I thought he was trying to trick me into revealing my hiding place, so I stayed put. After five minutes, I gave up and went to the house. Inside, I saw my brother crying hysterically on my mother’s lap. When he was calm enough to speak, he told us what happened.
He had heard a rustling in the undergrowth in the woods. He thought it was me, so he put his hand behind his ear to hear better and said, “Diana, I hear you!” He turned to look and saw two, huge, brown, hairy feet with claws. He ran away.
That same night, my parents were sitting outside after dark, and heard loud screams from the woods. They smelled a terrible odor in the air. They went inside and locked the doors, something they never did. We believe Bigfoot was passing through the area, to this day.
If you’d like to talk more, please let me know. Thanks for your time.”