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John writes “A lady friend and I had rented a log cabin that sat high on a mountain near the Tuskegee River, just southeast of Bryson City, close to Whittier, North Carolina. We chose the place because it was remote.
We arrived Friday morning and spent the whole day out sightseeing. By the time we got back to the cabin, it was around 10:30 p.m. She went into the kitchen to fix a late supper. I had the TV on in the living room and a fire going in the fireplace.
Then she suddenly called out to me, saying something was on the porch. The cabin had a big wraparound porch, so I walked into the kitchen and looked through the small window there. I didn’t see anything and told her it was probably just a raccoon or a deer some small critter nosing around. I went back to the living room and sat down.
Just a few minutes later, we heard something get knocked over on the porch. She got scared and came into the living room with me. We stood near the fireplace listening, and then we heard the boards on the porch creaking under something heavy. The cracking of the wood sounded like whatever was out there was larger than a deer.
That’s when the fear really kicked in.
I moved a chair against the front door, pressing it against the doorknob. She turned off some of the lights. Then we heard these deep, heavy grunts nothing like I’d ever heard. My pistol and my phone were sitting on a table by the window.
She walked with me to the table. We stood there listening. Another loud grunt came from just outside. A large lamp pole out front lit the entire area, giving us a clear view of anything that stepped into that glow.
Then it stepped into the light.
The creature came right up to the window. The top of the window was taller than me and I’m six feet and this thing had to bend down to look inside. When it turned its head toward us, its eyes picked up the outside light and reflected with an orange glow. It just stood there, staring in at us for what felt like three or four minutes. I could not move.
I finally picked up my pistol from the table and when I picked it up, the creature hesitated for just a moment. Then it turned and took off up the mountain beside the cabin. We heard the brush and bushes thrashing as it moved away.
We turned on every light in the cabin, locked every door, and just stood there shaking. I don’t ever want to see anything like that again not that close. I don’t know what it was, but I believe it was some kind of creature… a Bigfoot. The face had a nose not quite human and a heavy brow. No neck. Massive shoulders and long arms. From about the waist up was all we could see. It was dark, almost black, but I will never forget that face. It looked somewhat human, but clearly wasn’t. It showed no expression at all just those orange-lit eyes staring in.
We barely slept. She cried and wanted to leave, but I didn’t want to step outside until daylight not knowing if there were more of them.
We stayed up the entire night in fear. When the first light of morning came, I stepped onto the porch to look around. A huge flower pot one of those big, heavy ones had been knocked over, dirt spilled everywhere. I tried to look for tracks, but the night’s rain had washed everything out.
We packed up and left that morning.”
Jacob writes “I work construction, houses, cabins, tiny homes, all that. My crew was on a job building a remote cabin near the Idaho Wyoming border. That weekend we got assigned a night shift. We rolled in on a Thursday evening, worked until around five in the morning, and then had the next shift starting the following day at 5 p.m.
So after that first shift I headed back to what you’d call the trailer park, basically a bunch of company camp trailers where all the workers stayed. I ate, crashed, and honestly got the best sleep I’d had in a long time.
When I woke up, I drove back to the site for my next shift. Everything felt normal until about two in the morning. I had to use the blue box port-a-potty and since construction guys basically live on gas station food and caffeine, we kept them set a ways off so they wouldn’t stink up the workspace. These ones were maybe 20–30 yards from the tree line.
I didn’t think anything of it. I’m in the woods all the time hunting, fishing, whatever so nothing out there usually bothers me.
Well, I finish my business, and as I’m zipping up, I glance toward the trees. That’s when I saw it, something walking past the tree line. I don’t know if it felt me looking at it or what, but it stopped dead and stared straight at me.
Adam writes “This incident happened in Vermont and he said “In July 2017, I was attending college, making use of my GI Bill before it went to waste. I had signed up for some summer classes to earn extra credits. On the last day, the class wrapped up early, and I was heading home. The day was scorching hot but beautiful, not a cloud in the sky.
I prefer the back roads long, winding paths over straight main roads. There’s something almost meditative about slowly cruising through them. That day, I puttered along at about 20 miles per hour, as I usually do. If someone approached, I’d pull over and let them pass, then keep enjoying my slow drive.
At that time of year, the road crew had been cutting out the edges of the road to create drainage ditches after the winter melt. The freshly carved ditches were deep and wide. As I came around a bend, I noticed three kids sitting in the ditch, two girls and a boy.
I’d driven this road countless times. I knew people who walked, ran, and biked along it, but I’d never seen these kids before. They looked unkempt. Two of them a boy and a girl sat on one side of the ditch facing me, while the other girl sat closer to the roadside, facing them. I waved, and the girl next to the boy waved back.
One girl caught my eye. She seemed to be wearing a makeshift outfit, like a burlap sack with holes cut for her head and arms. Her hair was long and brown. The boy had blondish hair and was dressed in a button down shirt, gray trousers, and suspenders. All three were barefoot. I felt like something was off about these kids.
After the wave, I continued driving glancing at the rearview mirror. Suddenly, they got up and started running toward my car. My heart sank. I was doing about 40 miles per hour and somehow, these kids were keeping pace with me. I had an overwhelming dread come over me. It was just kids but I thought “If these kids catch me, I’m done”.
They seemed to move in a formation, two visible in the rearview mirror and one in the side mirror. I didn’t have air conditioning, so the windows were down. I couldn’t hear footsteps, but I could hear the children chattering. I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
The road sloped slightly downward, then curved up to the left, with a graveyard to the right, something I hadn’t even noticed until later. My eyes were glued to the kids. Then, in unison, they made an impossible right angle turn and shot up the hill to the left. I couldn’t comprehend the speed they moved faster than anything I’d ever seen.
By now, I was doing 60 miles per hour and I am about a mile from my house. The whole encounter left me shaken. It was without a doubt the strangest thing I have ever witnessed. After looking into it, the only thing that even remotely fits what I saw are the Black-Eyed Kids, I don’t have any other explanation. I never saw those kids again and I do not think they were actual kids.”