A listener writes “I live in East Texas, I don’t want to share my exact location because I am a single woman living alone, and even though I have a large gun, I feel incredibly vulnerable at times. But, I do live near a large body of water and have heard at least one story of Sasquatch being spotted in the area, within a few miles of here.
Last October, the car I drive broke down on the highway a few miles from my house, so I decided to walk home. I did not have a cell phone, but did have a house phone, so I was gonna get home and call my family for help with the car. It was late evening and turned dark as I walked on the highway. The moon was full, but I NEVER SAW A THING during this encounter. I had walked a couple miles, and started to hear noises coming from the woods to my left…….not unusual here, but anyway. I thought nothing of it and kept walking. Then I realized how weird the noises were. It sounded like talking but I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so apparently someone was in the woods messing around or whatever.
Then I hear the crackling of a fire or wood crackling or something, except it was super loud. Like, the fire would have had to be a giant fire, except that made no sense. So I’m getting a funny feeling, but I keep walking, because now I just wanna get home. And I think maybe I’m just a couple miles away from the house, but I was actually six or seven miles away, and I’m a real heavy set person, so I was kinda having a hard time and just trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other when all of a sudden I hear what sounds like a rotten tree being SLAMMED down to the ground…….like not falling, but being picked up and slammed down, which made me stop and look into the woods. But from my vantage point up on the highway, the woods were down past the ditch and at least a hundred yards off, and it was dark by now, so of course I saw nothing. “Just keep walking,” I tell myself, “Just keep walking. Just get home.” So I walk on, getting kinda scared now, but what am I gonna do? I can’t go back to the car, and surely the turn off to my road is close (it wasn’t).
So I’m walking and walking, and getting a funny feeling, and hearing something pace me from the woods to my left, and feeling real glad that the woods are kinda far off the road, and hoping one of the cars that are rushing by will stop and help me, but none do. So when I get to a bridge, I sit on the rail and catch my breath because I’m having such a hard time physically because I am so out of shape. And I smell this awful smell to my right this time, across the highway on the other side, kinda down under the bridge in the little creek.
It smells like a horribly dirty dog. Okay, not that unusual. People drop dogs off out here in the country sometimes. Except this is really strong, unless the dog is right underneath the bridge. But I don’t hear anything right under the bridge. And so of course I thought Big Foot. For all those people who tell their stories and say “I wasn’t even thinking Big Foot at the time,” I have to call bullshit. That is exactly what I was thinking THE WHOLE TIME. But I thought I was just being paranoid. So I got up and kept walking. And just past the bridge I hear something begin to pace me again on the left. I stop, it stops.
I start, it starts. Then I begin to realize how completely vulnerable I am. Something could run out of those woods and I could completely disappear and no one would ever know a thing. I’d just be another missing person. So I get really scared, and panicky, and I’m still walking and still hearing sounds like talking but not talking and movement of something large in the woods, and I start praying. Cars are whipping past me on this 70 mph highway, and big trucks, and no one is stopping to help me, and who can blame them? God, you gotta help me, you gotta send someone to help me, because I could really just disappear here. I’m big, I’d make a good meal. It was just so scary. And then everything got quiet, and I got really scared, and started praying really hard, and right when I just gave up and stopped, a car stopped, and it was a cop. He brought me back to my car to get it off the road, then he brought me home. I started crying in the back of his squad car, when it really hit me.
My house is surrounded by woods, but there are neighbors close. I’ve been here three years, and have had what COULD be knocks on my trailer house. The shed in the front yard has had the door ripped completely off. I’m nervous being out here alone, but don’t really have a choice.
I have had deer skulls left on my porch, and jawbones of a donkey or horse. I assumed it was the dog bringing them up but he will not go near them.”