With the success of the hugely successful show Finding Bigfoot and the popularity of marketing campaigns like Jack Links’ “Messin’ With Sasquatch”, it seems that a new story about encounters with the big hairy guy pop up every day. It seems that these days just about everyone has seen him, and if you’re suffering from “Bigfoot burnout” like the rest of us here at WF HQ, you like relish accounts of encounters with other, scarier beasts as much as we do.
Today, you’re in luck, because one such terrifying tale of a man and his encounter with hulking, upright-walking man-wolf just came to light, and it’s a good one.
The man, whose name wasn’t shared publicly, came forward to share his story about about a dog-man peering through his bedroom window in rural Arkansas “away from civilization”. Here’s an excerpt from the man’s email to Cryptomundo’s Craig Woolheater:
I am 44 years old now. I’ve had two incidents in my life where I am absolutely confident I saw a large, hairy, wolf or wolf-like creature. Once was in the 1970′s and I was rather young, maybe 7 or 8 at the most. The creature was looking at me in my bed on a night that was quite stormy BEFORE I saw it. I remember how big and broad it was, and how it stood on 2 legs as a human would.
It was a dark night but I could see this thing easily as the departed storm was still close enough to flash lightning that lit up everything outside. The thing had a wolf face and yellowish eyes (but not bright yellow, not fluorescent like either, more of a subdued yellow). It had pointy ears that seemed to keep moving through the whole experience, like he was twitching them all the time for some reason. It never snarled, growled, howled, etc. but it just looked at me..
I was in bed, trying to settle down and go back to sleep after the storm, which rattled me as a kid. For some reason I felt like I had to look outside. I turned over and sat up, I was not 20 feet from this “thing” and separated only by the wrought iron door with its glass.
I became terrified to the point I started yelling like mad.
My grandmother and little sister were asleep in a bed even closer to the door, but at angle they could not sit up and see what I saw. I was literally scared out of my wits. I started screaming and quickly my grandmother woke up, turned on a lap, then came over to me quickly and of course she asked what was wrong. I was staring at the thing and I could only point toward it. I could not speak a word. When I pointed, it started stepping back away from the door as my grandmother looked to see what scared me.
She never said she saw it, but I am confident she did. Her voice changed and she woke up immediately. My sister woke up about this time and stayed in the bed, she was younger than me and she began crying because I was, she was scared because I was.
I saw the thing turn and move away, not at a fast pace, just stepped away and faded into the dark.
The man goes on to talk about the “really big” paw prints later found in the mud, his grandfather’s own encounter with the beast, and the day that his grandmother finally told him that she had indeed seen the creature herself.
Whether you believe the man’s story or not, it’s a heck of a tale, and a welcome change of pace from the stories of Bigfoot howls and tree knocks.