A listener writes “When I was a young girl my dad who was born in the late 1920’s used to tell us kids a story about when he was a young boy. He said he was about 8 years old, and one night he got a visit from what he called the Hairy man. He said it came in his bedroom one night covered all in hair and bent over him in his bed.
He said he was so scared. He said it picked him up and he held his breath. When he did it put him back down. When he took a breath it picked him back up, so he held his breath again, and it put him back down. This happened several times and he held his breath longer it let go and walked out. He never told his parents they wouldn’t have believed him. This happened in his childhood home in Letcher County Kentucky.
Unfortunately my dad has passed many years ago. So fast-forward to the mid 1980’s. I was working in a local police department as a dispatcher in a county next to the one he was raised in. I had recently gone through a divorce and would go to the state park near where I worked and lived. I like to go hike by myself I always carried a pistol with me. This was near the end of July about noon, the sun was shining through the trees I went for my hike an actually forgot to take my pistol that day. I didn’t think much of it and started on my hike I went slightly downhill not far off the path.
I almost stepped on a copperhead I slithered off I was shaky anyway I stopped to catch a breath. I heard a noise on below me so I looked around and peeping out behind a very large pine tree was the Hairy man. I’m sure my eyes were popping out it was reddish brown with almost a blackish undercoat. It was between 7-8 feet tall. I have never been so scared in my life so I started running uphill and reached my car that I had parked on the side of the road. It was like a roaring sound in my ears from fear. I didn’t know if it was after me or not I kept dropping my keys. I finally got the car unlocked, it seemed like it took forever to get it unlocked.
I locked the doors looked around and didn’t see it anymore. I left and drove off. I pulled into the parking lot at work about an hour and a half early, and just sat there trying to calm down. I never told my co-workers about it. But I thought about the story dad told when I was younger. The fear was awful. I have always had this in the back of my mind.”