Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “My family is Native American, Muscogee Creek and I live in Oklahoma. Almost every strange thing that’s ever happened to me has taken place on Native land. Two of the locations were Dawes Act allotments, and the most recent was at a small Native church way out in the middle of nowhere.

The latest incident happened outside Okemah, Oklahoma. We were at a small Indian church on a Sunday afternoon for a cooking class. Like most Indian churches, this one sat deep in the woods. I didn’t even want to go, but my mom bribed me, lol. About halfway through the lesson, I stepped outside to take a break, I get restless easily. Everyone else stayed inside. It was around 5:30, just before sunset. I snuck a few hits on my vape, trying to be discreet since my mom has no idea.

I’m not the most observant person, probably the last one to notice anything but even I picked up on a tap… tap… tap sound. At first I thought it was just acorns, they’re everywhere here. But the rhythm was too steady, too frequent, almost like a metronome. One acorn after another, falling in a pattern. Maybe they were pebbles I honestly don’t know. I actually remembered to grab my phone and record it. It’s not the best recording, but I can send it if you want.

While I stood there staring into the woods, I heard a few strange things over the next seven minutes. The creepiest was the twig snapping. It always came from the same section of the tree line no leaf crunches, no movement sounds just sharp twig snaps, over and over, like something standing still or shifting its weight. I also heard cows, but not normal moos. These were short, snorty sounds three of them. Later, after looking at a map, I realized there’s pastureland to the west, but the sounds I heard came from the woods on the east side.

Eventually my mom came out to get me so I could finish baking the bread. Later, while we were eating, one of the ladies stepped outside to smoke, I think. She was the only other person who’d gone out that day besides me. By then it was fully dark, and I didn’t think much of it. But then she rushed back inside with her eyes wide. She didn’t say a word. She went straight to the windows on the east side of the church and pulled the curtains back like she was trying to see something. Then she opened the door on that same side and stood in the doorway looking all around even up. After a moment, she shut the door and sat down with her back to the windows.

I wanted so badly to ask what she saw or heard, but in Native communities, asking directly about certain things can be seen as disrespectful. So I stayed quiet. But I’m almost certain something out there scared her. As I’m writing this, the whole thing happened just ten days ago. And on top of that, two of the ladies mentioned some kind of “evil church” nearby which I thought was strange, though probably unrelated.

My first encounter was in Eufaula, OK during COVID in 2020, and then again the following year at the same house. We saw some bizarre lights. The very first incident was when something snapped the largest branch on a trail right in front of me and my son. That experience really shook me up, and honestly, it’s what led me to your show. I started listening as a way to desensitize myself by hearing other people’s stories.

After listening to so many encounters on SC, I’ve realized that a lot of the weird things that happened at my aunt’s house could have been Sasquatch-related though she insists it was “little people.” My brother and I experienced wood knocks, a tree structure, bird whistles at two or three in the morning, knocking outside the house, stolen food and animals, and that horrible feeling of dread or of being watched even in daylight.

I can go into much more detail if you want, I just didn’t want to make this email too long.”