A listener writes “I recently discovered your channel and I’ve decided that I’d like to share my encounter with you and your viewers. It seems like the perfect judgement free zone to express to an audience that truest believe these creatures exist.
I am a born and raised Mainer. I grew up in the scouting community and through scouting I have been afforded many opportunities to camp all over this great state. From the white mountains to the great north woods to the salty forests of Acadia and marines southern lakes region. As a kid and as recently as 2017 I worked at a scout camp in southern Maine. I worked at this scout camp for a total of 6 summers. As staff we arrive on Sunday and stay until closing camp fire on Friday.
This particular Friday I decided I was going to stay at camp rather than go home for a day before coming back. Anybody over 18 was welcome to stay weekends. There may have been 3 or 4 of us that stayed. Each in our respective cabins scattered throughout the camp. Essentially I was alone.
Around 11:30 or midnight on that Friday I was in my cabin watching videos on my phone trying to fall asleep when I began to hear such a large commotion within 100 feet from behind my cabin. I initially thought based on how heavy the animal sounded that it was a moose or a bear. It sounded like whatever was out there was jumping and stomping or wrestling something. Whatever it was doing I could tell it had to be massive as I could feel the vibrations.
This continued for a couple of minutes before it progressed to something being thrown and landing in front of my cabin. It was at this point I turned on my light and locked my door with the eye hook and latch type lock and placed a cinder block I had behind the door as a little extra stoppage. At this point I was considering that it could be a person playing a prank. But still if it was a bear I wanted it to be deterred as much as possible from entering. So light on and door “locked.” The windows of the cabin operate with a rope and wooden flap and are screened.
So if I wanted to open a window I would pull up on the rope and tie it off. Not ideal for this situation so I kept the window shut. The next thing I began to hear was something that gave me chills. In sets of two I heard what at the time I thought sounded like tree knocking. Whack whack. More rustling and stomping. Whack whack. And this continued for a couple of minutes. I still wasn’t ruling out a person playing a prank. However any time inclination I had of this being a person was totally eradicated when I heard a gigantic splash. Whatever it was had jumped into the small narrow river the bisects this camp.
This part of the river is murky and slimy and home to a notorious snapping turtle. It’s a running joke among staff and campers that it’s worth negative showers to go in there in that area. So absolutely nobody I know was going to jump in there in the middle of the night. The tree knocking noise continued from the other side of camp. It was moving further away.
I could tell based on the knocks it was moving out of camp relative to the shoreline of the lake. Whatever it was went way far off into the woods. Eventually the knocking become too faint to hear. And eventually I was able to fall asleep. I have 2 regrets from that night. I regret not recording anything and I regret not looking out of my cabin. But honestly the thought never crossed my mind to record with my phone because I was too focused on trying to figure out what was making those noises and making sure it didn’t come in my cabin.
They exist.”