Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I am from a suburb just outside of St.Louis, Mo., and as kid I used to go for summer visits to my grand parents house. They lived in a very rural town called Supply in Arkansas.

The first encounter I recall was when I was around 11-12 years old (1980-81). We were traveling back home, maybe 40-50 miles from my grand parents house. I’m not sure what town we were going through. The best I recall the area was very heavily wooded with big tall pine trees and rock bluffs. Typically you see rock bluffs running parallel with the roads, but I recall this bluff running horizontal on the right hand side of the road. It was a bright sunny day and I recall just watching the scenery go by as I sat in the back seat. It was then when I noticed something very big and man like sitting on top of the bluff. Almost as if it were just sitting there watching the traffic go by. It had long red hair just like an orangutan. I remember yelling and pointing to get my parents attention asking… what is that??? It went by so fast they didn’t see it. I begged to go back and get another look but they wouldn’t. They dismissed it saying it was probably a bear or deer. But I never could accept that’s what it was being that I’d never seen hair like that on anything other than an orangutan. And, I think we can all agree, orangutans the size of a large man aren’t located in the wild of Arkansas or Missouri. What was it? I don’t know.

My second encounter was actually during a visit at my grand parents house. I was 14 (1983). This visit I had brought a friend with me. My grand parents lived down this winding gravel road pretty much in the middle of no where. On their property was their home and a big pole barn, on down the road, maybe 6-700 feet, they also had a little cabin that was maybe 150 foot away from the banks of the Current river. The cabin was never really used other than for family events when we would bbq and go swimming in the river. I don’t recall anyone ever staying the night in it. We would always gather our stuff and go back up to the house. A few nights into our visit we decided we were old enough to be able to stay overnight in the cabin so we begged my grandma to let us. It had electric and a phone so she agreed, and off we went. We felt pretty safe, we knew we could call her if anything happened. The cabins phone line was actually on the same line as her house phone, and back then the old rotary phones had this neat little feature of being able to call your own phone number and making all the phones attached to the line ring, and if you were quick enough you could call each other. So, all was good in our eyes. As night approached we kicked back talking, giggling and sneaking cigarettes as two girls would do having fun.

Some time around 9-10pm we heard a growl outside, it perked our interest, but was quickly dismissed. Then, a few minutes later, another growl, louder this time. It shook us up a little, but we calmed quickly. Then, maybe 5 minutes later, it came again, this time it was a louder continuous growl as it circled the cabin. We tried to look outside but it was pitch black, we couldn’t see anything. The windows were probably 6-7 feet from the ground making it even harder to see. We were terrified! On the phone I went to get grandma!! I couldn’t get it to work, she wouldn’t pick up. Turned out, she was already in bed. There we were, terrified, not knowing what to do or what was outside. We had no communication to anyone and not a weapon in sight. It kept coming in intervals about every 5 minutes or so. Every time getting louder and louder. Whatever it was was mad, very mad.

It was like no other sound I’ve ever heard in my life. The walls vibrated. Our ears rang. Our bones rattled. We could feel it vibrate our chests it was so loud. This thing was big!! It was a sound that to this day I still can never forget. We stood in the middle of the cabin away from any windows or doors praying for it to go away. But it wouldn’t. It just kept getting more aggressive and violent each time. It seemed to be circling the cabin screaming into every window and door with occasional bangs sounding like it was it hitting the cabin. Not being able to take it anymore, or knowing what to do,

I finally made the decision we had to get away from the cabin and get help before it got mad enough to come in. So the next time it stopped we decided we were going to make a run for grandmas house. No looking back….just RUN!! The only light we had was a dusk to dawn light on my grandpas pole barn off in the distance. It was just enough light to barely see the gravel road. Off we went like our butts were on fire!! We tried to be as quiet as we could to avoid drawing its attention. I swear I was gritting my teeth so hard to keep from screaming the whole way it’s a wonder they didn’t shatter! We nearly beat my grandmas door down to wake her up and let us in!! We frantically told her what had happened. She calmly told us it was probably a bear or bobcat or something of that nature….Calm down, no big deal, suck it up. And we did because we had no clue what it was. And what if she were right? We didn’t really know for “sure” what those animals sounded like mad and screaming. We were thoroughly confused and in shock. And we never talked about again. I think probably because we wanted to do what was expected and soldier through our fear.

Now, as the years have gone by and the new age of technology and the internet, movies, YouTube, etc., I have scoured the web trying to find an animal sound like we heard that night. Something, anything, that would tell me what that was, I can’t! What I can say is, it was NOT the sounds of a bear, big cat, wolf or anything of the sort.
As a young girl I was convinced that thing was trying to attack us. But as I’ve gotten older and thought about that night and what happened, I’m truly convinced it’s intentions weren’t to attack us. Had it been after us, it would have pounced on us the second we opened that door to run. It didn’t. We didn’t hear a sound from it when we were running. I believe it was a territorial thing, we were in it’s space and it was demanding we leave. I could be wrong, but that’s my take on it.

Throughout the years (over 30), I lost touch with the girl I was with that night. To me, it would be very interesting to hear her opinion of that night all these years later.

What was it? I don’t know. But what I do know, I never want to hear that sound ever again…..”