Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “A little backstory. I grew up on my grandfathers farm in rural Tennessee. One hundred or so acres of land, mostly swampy woods. I’m not much of an outdoorsman, so I never spent much time out in the woods. They honestly creeped me out and I felt like I was being watched. My grandfather claimed to see a bear “step” over a fence long before I was born, but where we live, there are no bears. There were other things, like noises and missing animals, but it was nothing that couldn’t be explained. Nothing more to say about growing up there, nothing major happened until 6 or so years ago.

Anyway, after my grandfather passed away, the land was divided up and sold, we still live on a small section of that land. A lot of it was turned into housing plots, with a subdivision built later on near an expansion to the interstate.

At the time this happened, I was working an odd shift of 5pm to 1am. I liked it, because I could do grocery shopping while the stores were empty. I was coming home one night, after shopping, so it had to be 3am or so. To get home, I take the interstate then get off and take back roads home. The exit is in the country, there are houses but for the most part, it is rural.

As I’m coming off the interstate my headlights show something big near the road. Cows are known to get out from the farm that was near the exit at the time. I turned on my high beams and slowed down more than usual, Didn’t want to total my truck on a stupid cow.

It wasn’t a cow. A large hunched figure was crouched next to the road and looking right at me. It had something in its hand, yes.. hand, that it dropped and it stood up. I had stopped about 50 feet or so away, I’m bad at judging distance and height, so this all may not be exact. I’m in shock at this point, it isn’t registering what I’m seeing. I got out of the truck, I have no idea why, and in hindsight I must have been dumbstruck. This thing is shaggy, long reddish hair is hanging off it’s arm as it starts to turn away from me. It had short squat legs and a long torso, and it’s face looked like a elongated orangutan with definite lips. I say that because it curled those lips back and I swear had huge canines.

Now, the exit from the interstate was cut out of a hillside. The left side has a small rise with a thin band of tree separating the exit from the interstate. The right side is a shear rock wall about 6 1/2 feet in height, as I am 5′ 8″ and can just touch the top. As i said, I’m bad at measurements. At the top of this are trees.

This thing ran over to the wall, which was at its chest, reached up and easily one hand pulled itself up the ledge and up into the treeline. I stood there for a moment shocked until a loud snort came from directly besides me and a launch myself back in the truck. I’m scared at this point, but before leaving, I remembered that it had stuff in it’s hand before it dropped it and ran off. I pulled up and almost laughed when I saw what it was. I appeared that this thing had wondered the side of the interstate/exit picking up fast food bags and had settled down into looking into and ripping them open to find leftovers.

I went home and didn’t sleep for a long while, and my groceries where ruined, at least the frozen ones because I totally forgot about them.

The next night, I am coming home around 2am, after a short trip to replace the few frozen groceries that had ruined. The exit is lined with cop cars. The exit appears closed, but I pull off anyway as the closest back way home is 15 extra miles. An officer with a shotgun walks up and tells me I can’t go through, there is a chemical spill. I see a tractor trailer blocking the exit. The trailer looks different, wider and flatter than a normal truck trailer, and there are stairs with people coming in and out. I notice the cops are all scanning the top of the rock wall with their spot lights. I ask the cop if he is sure there isn’t anyway I can just go through. He comes back and says there isn’t anyway, go around, so I do.

The next day, as I’m leaving for work, I see surveyors all around the interstate entrances and exits, but it is funny that the interstate has been finished for months now. Then I noticed something funny. All these surveyors had orange vests and hats, survey equipment, and handguns on their hip. There are now 4 of these trucks one at each entrance exit, but not blocking them, juts pulled to the side. They were there for about three days, on the second I started to pull over and ask them what was going on, but one of them place his hand over his holster and shook his head NO, and I took his advise.

Only other part to this story comes second hand. About a week later a friend came upon one of these trucks and trailer apparently stopped on the side of a road nearby. The people with the truck were looking the trailer over. He got out to ask if he could help, but the leader of the group told him no. My friend said he could see inside the trailer, it appeared lit and looked like a lab that looked wrecked with a cage in the back that appear ripped apart, and then he noticed that the back doors he was looking into were bashed outwards. He said the leader got mad, flashed a badge, and told my friend to leave.

On a side note, after telling me this story, my buddy laughed and said there must be a tiger or gorilla was loose in the area now. I didn’t say a thing.

Apparently, the official story is a farm chemical truck hit a bad pothole cause by a sinkhole beside the exit, the chemical spill was cleaned up that night and the surveyors were making sure there were no more sinkholes around that could cause future problems.The unofficial story is what I told you. I saw what I saw, but take it how you want.”