Last night, I believe I heard a threatening growl outside my bedroom window seconds after I turned out the light. Turning off the light seems to be their cue to communicate with me. First time I have heard a growl.
Yesterday was the first time I have been to China Creek Park that I think I have been paralleled.
I think I saw one dash from one hiding spot to another, just out of the corner of my eye. That has never happened before, either.
Yesterday at the park, I heard what sounded like peacocks, but I think I will check out sound files to be sure.
Later edit: I realized that I went to China Creek squatching and then that night got a growl by my window. Well, we all knew they follow you home. But, shit.
I had some small scale and recurring window taps–just one, about ten seconds after I turned off the light to sleep. Right when I’m ready to drift off, TAP, and I am wide awake and frozen in place.
My ordered trail cam was still in transit, so I put my regular camera on the window sill, lens out, and snapped a series of flash photos of nothing, just as a shot over the bow. I slept one night with the bedroom light on.
The next night I put the camera in the window, and left the bathroom light on to light the back yard, and turned off the bedroom light. No taps.
The trail cam arrived, and I installed it. trail cam I am pleased with the photo quality–I had expected 8-bit graphics or something, but it’s decent.
When the trail cam was out there, I had no action at all. Yea!
I needed an SD card and could not find my spare, so I brought the trail cam in and borrowed the card. I left the cam indoors over one night, and the next night something was out in the back making some noises. So I put the cam back now. It appears to work.
Will update as events mandate.
December 31, 2007 by David Claerr
My best friend, John, built a homestead in north central Ontario, Canada, on the western edge of Algonquin Provincial Park. The nearest town was Huntsville, which was about 80 miles away. The land on his property had thickly wooded, rolling hills, a creek and a sizable beaver pond. Deer
and black bear were in abundance. I worked with my friend one summer to help finish his house, putting up siding, shingling the roof and digging a cellar for his pump house.
John’s dog was an exceptionally large, malamute/wolf hybrid named Silverbear. He was so strong that he could break a logging chain. To secure him, John had to thread 3/8 inch steel cable through the logging chain and padlock it around his neck. One time we gave Silverbear a whole leg-joint of a cow to chew on, and to our surprise, he crunched up the whole thing and swallowed it! Siverbear would go after the black bears if he was loose and drive them off the property.
John’s nickname was “Man Mountain”. Although he was not physically huge, he packed a lot of dense muscle on his 220 lb frame and had unbelievable strength and energy. I once saw him defeat a 350 lb linebacker that assaulted him. It goes without saying that he was no wuss. John’s wife Linda, was a high-spirited adventurous type, resourceful and energetic. The three of us worked hard to finish off the house before the cold weather set in during late Autumn.
The main structure of the house was complete and we were working on painting and decorating the interior. The nights grew longer and colder and we began to turn in not long after sundown. I normally slept like a log, although any unusual noise would awaken me. On the night of the Bigfoot we had a big meal of Stroganoff, and I was looking forward to a nice, restful sleep.
But sometime that night, probably between 10 and 11 PM, a, low indistinct sound aroused me from a deep slumber. My first impression was that I was hearing the distant rumble of a train. That seemed peculiar since there was no rail line anywhere nearby. I heard Silverbear outside begin to
growl as well. He had a deep growl himself, but the rumbling sound was deeper still, almost like infra-sound that you can feel more than hear.
The low rumbling gained in volume and gradually raised in pitch. It seemed to be drawing nearer and sounded more like an animal sound, very deep and with powerful reverberations. In fact, at certain frequencies the windows rattled and the wallboard shook. It was suddenly very alarming, and Silverbear, paused in his growling as if he was disconcerted by the noise. The volume raised to a tremendous sustained bellow, raising in pitch from a howl to a screaming wail that I could feel in my teeth. Silverbear dived under the house; I could hear the chain scrape on the foundation piers. The wail raised in tone, apparently to a frequency that only Silverbear could hear, and he squealed and whimpered as if it hurt his ears.
There was a period of silence of about 30 seconds. Then the howl began again, this time even nearer and louder. Now, I’ve been right next to an African Lion (caged) when he roared, and once was chased through a pasture by a bellowing bull. I’ve had a big mountain lion screech and growl as it circled around me threateningly. I’ve also been close to a huge alligator as it bellowed. But none of them even came close to the sheer volume or the palpable sonic pulse of this vocalization.
The effect of the incredible sonic assault was amazing. It triggered an astounding mix of paralyzing fear and confusion. It seemed to penetrate the very core of my being. By the third sequence, I was unable to move a muscle. I couldn’t breathe and felt as though my heart had almost stopped. I also had a sensation of being cold, as though I was nearly freezing, even though sweat rolled down my forehead into my eyes. I lay on the bed as though petrified. The only thing I could move was my eyes. My body was locked in a rigid catatonic state. It seemed like the ultimate state of terror that I could endure without passing out completely.
Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, John and Linda were experiencing much the same effect. Linda felt the same terror, paralysis and freezing sensation. John felt a similar shock, but was able to roll out of bed and belly-crawl over to the closet where he kept his rifle. He was only able to
hold the rifle as he lay flat on his back, staring toward the window, which was covered with a bed sheet.
The room that I was in did not yet have any curtain or window shade. My head was at the end of the bed near the window. There was a little bit of light from a waning moon but overall it was a fairly dark night. With effort, I rolled my eyes toward the window. I could only see out of the corner of my eye, and the stinging sweat blurred my vision. But in one of the periods of silence, I thought I saw a pair of glimmering red eyes peering in the window. I seriously questioned whether the whole episode was a hallucination. I also thought it might be a supernatural manifestation, like a demon or malevolent spirit. But hearing Silverbear whimper and squeal made me realize something was occurring to him also in reality.
John also saw a huge shadow pass across the bed sheet over the window. This happened twice, and he nearly pulled the rifle trigger on the second pass, but something made him hesitate. He felt dazed and nauseated, and by that time also could barely move.
At last, the bellowing, howling scream ceased. We all lay there, in a state of slowly ebbing terror. I tried to force by breathing and found myself drawing air through clenched teeth. Eventually the locked muscles began to relax, but I still felt extremely weak and nauseated. After an hour or so I could hear Silverbear scratching on the door and begging to get in the house. After that I just lay in a state of shock, in utter dread that whatever it was would return.
Finally, at about dawn, John came, literally crawling into my room. He was very pale and asked me if I was all-right in a hoarse whisper. I replied and asked if he had heard the screeching too, and he shook his head yes. I slowly sat up in bed. My limbs ached and I had a terrific headache.
Eventually I shuffled out to the kitchen. I looked out the front window. I was surprised to see that the entire landscape was covered in hoarfrost from the grass on the ground to the leaves on the tallest trees. Hoarfrost is crystallized ice that forms feather-like growths about an inch long. That day it looked similar to a snowfall.
When I opened the front door to look out, Silverbear forced his way in, chain and all. He hadn’t been in the house since he was a puppy, and he was obviously still scared out of his wits. We unchained him and made him lie down in the corner as we talked about the bizarre and frightening
night we all had. After some coffee and toast, John and I decided to grab a couple of rifles and check out the property.
We still felt shaky as we stepped out into the bitter cold. It was eerily silent outside. Not a bird twittered nor a squirrel stirred. The hoarfrost that formed in the pre-dawn hours had covered every thing, and we could see no tracks or sign of anything at all. However, there did seem to be a rank, sour smell outside the house. Silverbear could not be coaxed to come outside so, we couldn’t use him for tracking. We decided against going out to the woods, it was too cold and neither of us felt up to snuff that morning.
At the time, none of us knew what to make of the previous night. Not one of us even thought of the possibility of a Bigfoot. In fact, we were more disposed to think of it more as a malevolent spirit than an animal. John and Linda actually lit candles, prayed and even sprinkled the outside of the house with what they called “holy water” that they kept from a visit to a Catholic shrine. We were somewhat isolated, and had no telephone, so we didn’t have an opportunity to discuss it with anyone for a few weeks.
It wasn’t until some time later, when I was reading about Bigfoot encounters in Russia that I made the connection. There were several reports of the
bellowing-howling-screaming sequence, some concurrent with face-to-face sightings. The people involved experience the same terror and paralysis, nausea, headaches and inability to breathe. Some even reported the sensation of the heart functions being severely repressed. In fact, peasants of the Russian interior ascribe a hypnotic or even magical power to the Bigfoot. Some report similar sensations even if they can’t see or hear the Bigfoot when it is very close, but concealed in bushes or behind rock formations. (The reports also mention the nocturnal habits and red eyes that have a reflective retina similar to that of a cat.)
There is another element that bears consideration. All animal lifeforms generate an electromagnetic field. Many predators, for example, sharks, can sense the electromagnetic pulses from their prey and home in on them. The EM field is stronger in close proximity and a creature with a large
mass can generate a powerful field that extends outward many feet from their body. Have you noticed how you can interrupt your TV’s reception by walking a few feet from it, or conversely, bring the TV screen into focus by touching the antenna? That is due to the electromagnetic properties of your body. There are documented reports of people who can accidently set off alarm sensors in airports, supermarkets and department stores even though they have neither metallic objects nor electrical devices on their person.
Consider that a mature Bigfoot could be up to nine feet tall and possibly weigh in excess of 1200 lbs. They are reportedly massively muscled and adapted to extremes of cold. This configuration would result in a creature with a high metabolism that naturally has an immense electromagnetic field surrounding its body. It is quite possible that if a person was in close proximity to the Bigfoot’s EM field, it would conflict with that person’s own EM field and disrupt that person’s functioning. This could account for the headaches, nausea and confusion that people feel, even if they are not particularly frightened by a Bigfoot’s presence. If the Bigfoot was right outside my window, I was only about three feet away from him.
Other reports from both Russia and the U.S. and Canada mention the Bigfoot’s habit of breaking and bending sapling trees at about 8 to 10 feet from the ground, then twisting and forcing the boughs together into a rude shelter of sorts. Earlier in the summer we saw a structure just like that down by the beaver pond. It formed basically a roughly roofed hut with no walls. I first wondered if the beavers had been cutting the saplings some how, but there were no toothmarks, and beavers generally do not climb trees. Inside the structure the earth was shallowly dug out and packed down to a hard, bare surface. In the winter the snow would collect on the roof and drift up on the sides to form a semi-enclosed area about 8 feet in diameter.
My hypothesis then, is this: John had inadvertently settled in a remote wilderness area that was either a wintering grounds or part of a nomadic migratory route used by the Bigfoot. The seemingly enraged howling was perhaps an attempt to scare us off, or just an natural reaction to the presence of interlopers. There was no actual physical violence to the property or our persons, although the Bigfoot could have easily smashed through a window or wall.
So, let those of you who are in pursuit of the Bigfoot consider NOT shooting to kill. Why not instead arm yourself with a tranquilizer gun and carry grizzly-strength pepper spray (commercially available online) for defensive purposes? After all, a live specimen would be infinitely more
valuable than a dead one. Besides, some hunters faced with a Bigfoot suddenly feel as if it would be something close to homicide to shoot one. Maybe they are right.
I live in east-central California, just below the Sierra Nevada Mountains. A couple of years ago, I saw a bigfoot standing just beside and behind a tree by the side of the road in broad daylight. Hand wrapped around the tree, shortish brown hair all in its face, about six feet tall, and it was certainly no bear. Others with me also saw it. That got me started.
After reading many online accounts of sightings and experiences, many books, and miles of web pages on the topic, it was clear that I’d actually, somehow, seen a bigfoot. And nobody really knew what a a bigfoot was. No available explanation or theory seemed satisfactory.
When I first became interested, I watched tons of videos and read all the reports I could find. I started taking my own pictures, and I went over each one inch by inch. I eventually was able to see them in photos.
I had so many photos I deleted some to make room for new ones, then deleted most in an effort “to quit” the obsession. So I may say I had a video, I had a picture…that is why I cannot produce what I may refer to.
One thing I noticed in photos is that they often seem to have sort of sparkles around them. Maybe it’s flies or something. Look for the little dots, then look for the squatch.
Also, weirdness upon , there seemed to be something with a spotted pattern on it, something large that I could not quite figure out.
Some seemed like they were …. blue. I wondered if they reflect colors or something.
Some seemed like they had their faces painted white, sometimes with red or black designs on them. I used to have a great picture of one who was squatting behind a bush across the canal. I didn’t know he was there or even see him, but I bent down to shoot a pic from low down, and caught him unawares. He had the painted face thing. Clear as day. Once I looked up at the cinderblock wall as I was about to get something from my car, and saw two or three heads, just the top half, and it was the cone shaped kind of head. They skin that was showing seemed to have greasy painted red stripes across the forehead. Like the carved wooden masks of the NW coast Native Americans. Those masks look like that for a reason.
At the canal spot outside of town, one said “hello” to me. Got it on video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzNw4Qj8f7g&list=UUzHTPSDyaiCUqr6mktXNXhQ At about 45 seconds.
Once, one of my children and I saw two standing, looking at us looking at them, silhouetted against a screen of leaves. Looking at us looking at them. One had his foot resting up on a log.
At a “gifting spot” I found a doll made of twisted straw or stems, about three feet tall. It seems to resemble me in some ways. What does the red cloth mean? I don’t know, but a Hmong friend advised me to get rid of it. As a matter of fact, about everything that could go wrong has gone wrong this year. I wonder if there is actually a connection? Naw . . . . .right?
I was shadowed at another canal spot north of here but also in town. I got the hint, and left. As I did so, it was snapping sticks at me and following along at the side, which pissed me off, so I snapped branches right back at him.
I went out to take my own pictures. I found nearby areas where I thought they lived. I started to recognize stick structures and trail signs. I tried gifting; singing; hanging out, blowing bubbles; playing instruments; drawing on surfaces and notepads; leaving them chalk, markers, and paper; whistling; leaving stick signs and little replica stick structures and shelters; talking to them; dancing; and other foolishness.
If they were out there, they did not want my food and just threw it around. Edible gifts were scorned, as were some other things. I offered them, at various times, spools of red ribbon, rolls of wire for construction, cordage, large loops of ribbon with large sparkly glass crystal beads, salt, honey, coins, marbles, chicken livers, giant sunglasses, balls, large hats, fleece, and bubble juice. I demonstrated use of bubble juice.
They would take accidentally abandoned items. So, I pretended to leave things behind, “dropped” them, got them to fall out of the car as I left, and so on.
They did whistle back quite often and made loud animal sounds, like horse whinnies. Once when I was about to get in the car, I gave a last whistle, and the treetops broke out in a chorus of whistles. If that was any indication of how many there are, there are plenty.
The bigfoot were clearly there. I thought they were real, but not “spirit beings.” My original canal spot was a friendly place, but other places felt less hospitable. In fact, after a time, I thought they were mostly scary and creepy and began to think they were more dangerous than we’d like to admit.
Habituation or infestation?
They followed me home apparently. Or something. The oldest daughter is very lovely, goddesslike, in fact, and they liked to tap on her window. They liked to tap on my window. Two house slams my skeptic husband cannot explain.
I tried a camera in the yard and motion sensitive lights, and that only worked for a couple of weeks. I put X markers below the windows and attached motion sensitive alarms on the inside of the windows, which do seem to deter them.
I later doubted my wisdom when I suddenly realized the X markers might have told them I knew about them, and I’m still not sure if that was such a good idea. I get the idea from all the little annoyances that they know we know they are here.
There were sounds of somethings running and walking up on the roof. We made jokes about “roof rats,” but clearly rats running across our asphalt shingles could never make that volume of racket. We experienced tapping on windows and had what must have been pebbles thrown at windows at 3 AM and many other small disturbances. Then there was a big, blurry shadow cast by something on the roof that was not part of the roof , seen in photos but not noticed at the time they were taken.
And so then they just threw stuff instead of tapping. They threw smallish pebbles at the windows. Click, clack, clickety clink. Sometimes they threw pretty big pebbles that landed with a startlingly loud crack on the panes of glass.
My youngest would weave wreathes from long willowy branches, and add blue feathers she’d found. Then three dead blue jays, carefully positioned and lined up in a row waiting for her after school. That was chilling.
Apparently my oldest continued to have scratching and tapping until pretty recently.
They don’t holler or whoop around town, and I don’t smell them, at least not much, not often. I think they might be smoking in my backyard, though. Unless that is a dogman….
IT was then I found the little doll thingy and brought it home. I see in retrospect that it was a cursed object, but I didn’t even think such things really existed at the time, at least not around here. That year everything went wrong. I don’t want to overshare personal information, but it was a very tough time for me.
Eventually, pebbles landing on my bedroom window became a real problem. It was happening about once every thirty minutes around the clock. It was frightening and sometimes I slept with the light on. To cover the sounds of roof creaks and window clacks, I often turned on my large air purifier we call the blast furnace because it is so loud.
My youngest child saw bigfoot more frequently than I, and that worried me. Then she said she was scared to sleep in her bed because the bed moved when it shouldn’t. Now, that freaked me out. Oh boy.
That is about when I was adding up my bits and pieces of information and coming up with an ominous answer.
You might not agree with the answers I got. But I don’t see anyone getting answers we can all agree on. So, yes, there is something out there. And it’s not something good.
I think we can all agree bigfoot easily becomes an obsession that takes your energy, takes time away from family and work, and costs money. You don’t have to believe in curses or demonic infestations to see this as a bad thing. Face it, this is a problem, like gambling or an addiction, that needs to be handled with maturity and moderation but often isn’t.
I have only heard three rocks on the window in the last three months. I believe I know what it is that is out there, why it’s there, and how to handle it, so my curiosity is satisfied. I don’t think about them much anymore and hope I never see one again. I sleep better, can leave the window open and the light off, don’t need the fan, and have the answers it took me so long to find.
Sometime last year I found this object at my “gifting” site. I thought it was a way to say we acknowledge you but a Hmong friend saw a picture of it and said to get rid of it, because it looked like a cursed object. I didn’t really think so, but it bugged me, so I got rid of the thing. Because so many things had gone wrong that year, I could believe it might be cursed. Here is another picture of it.
>> So then, today, I read this: http://www.stpeterslist.com/1266/amorth-and-curses
The Spell (aka malefice or hex)
A “spell” is the “most commonly used means to achieve evil.” In Latin, it is the male factus – meaning “Evil work.” It is generally accomplished by making some type of “evil” artifact.
The object has an almost symbolic value: it is a tangible sign of the will to harm, and it is offered to Satan to be imprinted with his evil powers. It is often said that Satan apes God; in this case we can use the sacraments as an analogy. The sacraments use tangible matter (for instance the water of baptism) as an instrument of grace. In the malefice matter is used as an instrument of harm.
Application of the Malefice:
Direct Way: “Consists of mixing the object that is used for the spell into the victims’s food or drink. As already mentioned, this is manufactured with the most diverse materials; it can be menstrual blood; bones of dead people; various burned powders, mostly black; animal parts – the heart seems to be the favorite; peculiar herbs, and so on.”
Indirect Way: “This consists in hexing objects that belong to the target (photographs, clothes, or other belongings) or figures that represent the accuresed: dolls, puppets, animals, even real people of the same age and sex. This is called “transfer” material, and it is struck with the same ills that are inteded for the victim.”
Binding Malefice: The transfer object is bound with various ribbons or animal hairs to produce a “binding” effect. Fr. Amorth recounts an event where a doll was bound to an umbilical cord with horse hair in an attempt to strike a pregnant woman’s child.
Hex Objects: Often times transfer objects for a hex appear inside pillows or mattresses.
I have found just about everything, from colored and tied ribbons to chunks of hair tightly knotted… animals – especially mice – or geometric shapes; and blood clots. I have seen chunks of wood or iron, twisted wire, and dolls full of piercing and marks and have witnessed the sudden appearance of very thick braids of children or women’s hair.
Miraculously, sometimes these objects are not even visible until holy water is sprinkled upon the opened pillow.1
- As a reminder, Fr. Amorth stresses that the best defense against all such demonic attacks – ordinary, extraordinary, curses, etc. – is faithfully living the Catholic life, especially frequent participation in the sacraments of confession and the Eucharist. [↩]
We went to the Redinger Lake area and had not much luck. It was 100 degrees and the only people we saw were a few boaters and some teenagers swimming. At Kerchoff we saw picnickers, swimmers, some teens tubing down the river, and a few boaters.
Driving from Kerchoff to Redinger, we did spot a cave that overlooks the valley and that seemed like a great shelter. I’d hang out there, anyway. Good defensive position, great view of local activity and terrain. A place to check out again.
As we were returning to the Kerchoff Lake area, just beginning to drive back, I saw a big, black, short-haired animal cross the road at a lope. It had a smooth gait was like a dog running, front legs together, back legs together, easily springing across the road in a couple of long jumps. At first I thought it was a large black dog, then I thought, no it must be a deer. It actually seemed more like a cat. But it was pretty big, about the size of a great dane, at least.
Way out here….. It seems unlikely that a pet owner would let a dog run loose when it’s so big it would scare people and other dogs and might cause trouble. Then, deer aren’t solid black, and they pop up more when they run at a relaxed pace. So I don’t know what it was.