Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hello Wes, I have been eager to tell you about this short moment for a year now. Problem is there are two things I want to tell you about. Both strange, one still gives me chills.

I’ll let the clock decide on e order of things. Oldest first…DOG MAN? This hole Dogman thing realy set me back when I found the stories online. I have a nack, so to speek, for unusual experiences. Ghost, poltergeist, hauntings, etc. So my encounter, or sighting, of Dogman I always chalked up to a poltergeist I was living with at the time. Heart pounding stuff, if you like I’ll write you about that too. Anyway, it’s fall 1984 and I’m Laying in bed reading a book. I’m 14 years old. Book was “Christine”. Its late, past midnight, my folks are out cold. So much paranormal activity had happened in my bedroom, it became a test of wills. Well the damn ghost won, but I did find a loophole.

All of the activity seemed to be centered on one wall in my bedroom. Eventually I moved everything away from that wall, my bed, desk, phone, pictures etc. And the brooding, ball busting, bitch of a ghost finally stopped making my hair turn white. Parden my cursing. Spent 25 years in Vegas. So I’m in bed, late, reading “Christine” when BAM! Something slammed against the wall from outside! Hard hit, shaking the hole room, and rattling the window above my head. The bang hit on the wall to my right, the empty wall. Yes same one I mentioned, so I tied this to the ghost for all these years, but now I’m not sure.

You see the bang made me jump out of my skin, and I dropped the book, and looked up. There are two windows in that room, one above my headboard, one in the center of ‘that’ wall. Then I saw it. My hair stood up all the way down my back! It was the face of a dog. A black dog, and I got a damn good look at it. It didn’t last long, just a few seconds. A moment that still sends chills down my spine. It had no fur, just black skin. Its eyes were yellow in the moonlight. Its teeth were barred at me in a macabe grin. Way to many teeth for a dog. Long teeth, unnatural teeth. Its nose was pointed down as it pressed against the glass, making the face look extra long. It was looking at me. Our eyes locked, and when they did It pulled it’s mouth tighter curling at the corners, making the grin even more sinister.

I was gripping my blanket in two fist, I was petrified. Absolutely frozen in fear. It didn’t just see me, it saw “in” me. And it wanted me. Then, after just a few seconds, it moved away to the right. In the direction of the other window. The window inches from me. I realized that very quickly and sprung into action. My bedroom door was 12 or so feet away (it was a really big bedroom) so I lept to my feet and sprung off my bed into the floor bounding to the door in one step, throwing it open.

I didn’t look back as I left the room, but I did here it hit the wall by my bed as I ran into the hall. Two hits, like one for each hand, only not as hard. I didn’t wake my folks. I slept on the couch. As I did many nights in that house. Later on I wondered how long it had been looking at me before it banged on the wall. Unnerving. That’s it. “The Dog” I always called it when I told that story. It never really fit into the ghostly goings on of that room, but I didn’t know what else to think. Until I read about the dogman. Now I’m not sure. A few days before “the dog” I was being shadowed In the woods next to my house.

I never saw anything, but something was parraleling me. Its footsteps were crunching in the leaves. I wonder now of it followed me home. I’m Writing all this on my phone and it is slowing down a lot. I’m gonna split it up into another email. The knome will have I wait. That happened just last year, and is twisted and bizzar and deserves it’s own telling. Thanks Wes for reading this. Not sure what you can do with it, but here it is Your free to write back of you have questions of course. Good day and hope your well”