Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I’ve had at least two encounters, as far as I know, and I live in Athens, Ohio. The first one happened in 2014 when I was 14 years old. It was summer break, sometime around June or July, and it’s something I’ll never forget. I was outside shooting basketball. I played ball in school, so I was just practicing during the offseason. My hoop was being held up with cinder blocks, and at one point my shot hit the brick and bounced past my dad’s old truck.

Right then, I got this feeling. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt like I was being watched. When I looked up, I saw a black figure. It looked like a man but I knew it wasn’t. The way it stood, the way it looked… something wasn’t right. I stared at it for what felt like 3 to 5 minutes, and it never moved.

I remember dropping my basketball. Whatever that thing was, it put this fear in me like I was completely defenseless. I knew I had no chance if it wanted to do something. I yelled, “I’m gonna go get my gun!” even though deep down I knew it wasn’t scared of me. I started backing toward the house, keeping my eyes on it the whole time until I couldn’t see it anymore. Then I turned and ran inside, grabbed my gun, and went back out.

We did have neighbors nearby who were known for stealing, but I knew it wasn’t a person. This thing was completely black, and its arms hung past its knees. When I got back out there, it was gone. At the time I was about 5 feet tall, and I know what I saw was much taller than me. It had been standing next to a fence and a small tree. When I went over to that spot, it was as tall as the tree and at least 3 to 4 feet taller than me.

The fence came up to my chest, and on that thing it would’ve been around its hip level. I also knew it wasn’t a cow we had cows on the land from my grandpa, and this was nothing like that.

The second encounter happened in 2024 during early goose season.

This one still haunts me, even though I never actually saw anything. I’m a big fisherman and deer/squirrel hunter, so I spend a lot of time in the woods. But what happened that morning changed how I feel out there. I was at Fox Lake for my second day ever goose hunting. It was still pitch black. I had my backpack, my 12 gauge, and a headlamp. I walked down the paved trail toward the dock, then turned onto a smaller path to get back to the same spot I hunted the morning before.

As soon as I stepped onto that trail, I felt it again the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt like I was being watched.

I kept going anyway.

After maybe 20 steps, I heard rocks hitting the water and the ground behind me. I turned on my light and thought maybe I kicked some rocks but there were no rocks where I was walking. The water was about a foot away from the edge because of a small ledge. I turned my light back off. Before I even moved, I heard more rocks and then one big one hit the water.

Something was throwing rocks at me. There had been another car parked there when I arrived, but I don’t believe this was a person. Every time I shined my light into the woods, I couldn’t see anything. Whatever it was, it was hiding really well. I yelled out that I was loading steel shot and heading to my spot to hunt.

After that, nothing happened at least for a little while.

When I got to my spot, I set my gear down on a log by the water. It overlooked the lake a great view. Then out of nowhere, a big rock hit the water just a few feet out. It scared the hell out of me. At that point, I knew something had followed me. It happened again right as I reached for my gun.

I turned, shined my light into the woods nothing.

But I knew it was there.

I stayed facing that tree line until the sun came up. I never saw anything, never heard it leave nothing.”