A listener writes “I am originally from the north-west corner of Connecticut and all but one of my encounters happened there. I grew up hunting and fishing the mountains and streams around my home town.
I am very comfortable in the woods and familiar with all the animals you would normally encounter in New England. I would always tell people I brought into the woods that the only two animals you really have to worry about in that area are black bears and the occasional moose.”
In 2009 I was sixteen years old and had just bought my first truck. I was working as a barback in a local town so when I got out of work it was close to 2am. As a newly licensed driver I didn’t want to go home I wanted to drive around with the window down blaring country music while smoking the cigs I took from my mom when she wasn’t looking.
The normal route home would take me about 20min but I decided to take a very roundabout way so my commute home was gunna take an hour and a half. As I got within 15min of my house I turned onto the last backroad before hitting the main road that would take me home. The road I turned onto went down a steep incline for about 60 yards and then there was a bridge across the river after that the oaks, pines, and maples faded suddenly into farmland.
I was half way down the incline when I saw something start to move on the right side of the road. Having grown up in New England I knew to slam the brakes because the deer in that area would wreck a full sized pickup. I came to stop right before the bridge maybe about 50 ft away.
I saw was a large creature walk across the road in front of me. The angle of my headlights only illuminated the lower body of the creature which was walking on two feet. It was covered in dark brown or black hair and as its hands swung back and forth they would swing well below the hip line. It cleared the two lane road in maybe four steps never breaking stride. The creature stepped into the wood line and then turned heading down the embankment toward the river. I sat there stunned until a foul smell hanging in the air snapped me back to reality. I hit the gas and must have drove double the speed limit the whole way home. When I got home I went into my room closed all the blinds and stayed awake until the sun rose.
I had a strong feeling I knew what it was I saw but I chose not to discuss it with anyone. I didn’t want anyone to think my cheese was slipping off my cracker. “