Harrison Mills, is an agricultural farming and tourism based community in the District of Kent west of Agassiz, British Columbia. The community is a part of the Fraser Valley Regional District. The incident was reported on March 2, 1934, according to Mysteries of Canada.
Frank is a local resident and mill worker was awakened at night by his dog barking aggressively. Frank reported “Not the casual kind of bark, this was sharp and frantic. His dog was losing it. Frank rolled out of bed, annoyed at first. Probably a raccoon nosing around the fence again. He pulled on his boots, grabbed a flashlight, and stepped outside into the dark yard.
Frank turned on his flash light, his dog was fixated on something near the far edge of the property. Frank followed its line of sight and swept the light across the fence. At first, he thought it was a stump. Then it moved. Low to the ground, crouched near the fence line, was something massive. Frank’s light caught dark, matted hair. Shoulders too wide. Arms too long.
Frank froze, confused as to what he was looking at. The creature slowly turned it’s head towards him. For a second, neither moved.
Frank said, the creature rose up, not like an animal but like a person standing up but it was more smooth and controlled. It kept rising until it towered over the fence. Frank’s mind scrambled for something familiar like a bear, moose, anything but nothing fit. The proportions were wrong. The posture was wrong. Frank said his dog backed up and was whining now. The creature took a step forward. Frank describes a large, dark, human like figure. When it stood up, it stood on two legs. He said it was significantly taller and broader than a human. It as covered in hair, with long arms and a powerful build.
With his hands shaking he lifted the flashlight higher, Frank said that’s when it made a sound. A low, guttural snarl deep enough that he felt it in his chest more than heard it. The two stood there, separated by a stretch of yard and a thin fence that suddenly felt useless. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure shifted back.
One step.
Then another.
It turned, almost reluctantly, and slipped into the darkness beyond the fence line. No crashing through brush. No heavy footsteps.
Just gone.
The yard fell silent again. Frank stood there for a long moment, the flashlight still pointed at empty space. The dog didn’t bark anymore. Frank, who had lived his whole life around forests, animals, and the sounds of the wild knew one thing for certain whatever he had seen out there didn’t belong to anything he understood.
A small recreation of the events
