An interview with a Podcaster…Dogman Encounter

I’ve done many posts these past two years. I’ve featured witnesses, artists, women in the field, etc but I’ve only featured one podcaster and it’s definitely something I want to be doing more of. I listen to many great ones and they all deserve to be highlighted. It seemed like a great idea to continue this series with someone whom I also consider a friend and once fellow New Englander.

Ryan Tremblay just started his podcast and had his maiden debut, he also has written and researched for a few others, and also, and you will love this part, he has also has had a Dogman encounter he’s going to share with you.

Well no time like the present so I give you a Q and A with Ryan, a podcaster and witness

Q. What started your interest in the paranormal/cryptid world?

A. What sparked my interest in the Cryptids was a book I happened to stumble across when I was only 8 years of age. My elementary school library happened to have a book with a bright orange backing with a still from the Patterson film on the front cover. Though it was your typical kid’s book, It was full of stories of encounters. I remember checking the book out and reading it over and over again. I ended up liking the book so much that when the next round of Scholastic book orders came about (does anyone else remember those?) I begged my parents to purchase the book. Luckily both of my parents loved the fact that a young boy was so enthralled by a single book. The book wound up gracing my bookshelf where it still sits to this very day.

As I grew older, so did my curiousity. As a child of the 80’s and early 90’s, I was able to watch shows such as the legendary ‘Unsolved mysteries’, ‘Sightings’ and of course ‘The X-Files’. All of these shows made me wonder more and more if these Cryptids truly did roam our forests. Another influence oddly enough came from a selection of toys. During the 90’s, Matchbox released a line of small collectible figures known as ‘Monster in my pocket’. For those who don’t know what those are, they were small multi-colored rubber figures of monsters from mythology and literature. Each pack came in a varied number. Each monster was cast in single colored plastic ranging from red to yellow to neon colors. Each monster was given a point value to be used in a board game. Anyway, each one also came with a short synopsis of the mythology. Sasquatch, Yeti, and the Werewolf (Dog man) were amongst the selection. Hungry for knowledge about these mythological beings, I began to study myths from various cultures (Greek, Roman, Japanese and so on.).

When I entered high school, My English teacher happened to be a Cryptid fanatic. When he learned about my fascination, he recommended a long list of books. All of which I read completely and reread again and again. It wasn’t until I began watching YouTube where I found more like minded people. Among the crowd were people such as Bob Gymlan, Matt from MattSquatch Presents, Brian Duke Sullivan and Vic Cundiff. I listened to all of their videos religiously. Never missing a single new upload, Matt, Vic and Brian became my favorites. The narrated Dog Man encounters quickly caught my interest. Not long after, I began to utilize suggestions from the aforemention YouTube Crpytid researchers and started my own investigations here in Arizona. While it does more for fun than anything else, All that changed when I experienced my own Dog Man encounter.

Q. Who would you say your role models in the field are?

A. Without any hesitation, I can easily say Matt from MattSquatch Presents, Brian Duke Sullivan and of course, Bob Gimlin and Roger Patterson.

Q. Is their one encounter that interests you the most?

A. I think almost every Cryptid researcher is obsessed with the Patterson-Gimlin film but one that’s always stood out for me, if not for the complex mystery surrounding it, is the Dylatov Pass and the Travis Walton story.

Q. What cryptid interests you the most?

A. I began with Sasquatch but after my own personal encounter with a Dog Man, I’ve found that my interest lies more with the Dog Man. I personally feel that these beings have been given a bad reputation when much like Sasquatch, we know so little about them that I honestly do not believe that we should label them as ‘evil’ until we know more about them.

Q. Do you do investigations as well as research?

A. Indeed I do. I’ve a few investigations planned here in the future where I will be visiting numerous mountain ranges throughout Arizona to search for clues.

Q. What area do you live in?

A. Southern Arizona. Benson to be precise.

Q. Is it near any known hot spots? And do you go to them?

A. Arizona is a hot spot for numerous types of Cryptids. Chupacabra, Sasquatch, Dog man, Thunderbirds and even the Rake have been seen in different areas of Arizona. The most notable is the Mogollon Rim–home to the Mogollon monster.

Q. Have you ever had an encounter? And can you tell us about it?

A. Oh, yes. I have indeed had my own personal encounter. It was an experience that was both unexpected and unforgettable. I still remember the event as though it happened only yesterday. I had been asked to watch a friend’s house while he and his girlfriend were on vacation. Though I had been to his home several times, there was a sense of unfamiliarity as is the case with anyone taking of another person’s home.

One night, I had arrived to do my final check before calling it a night. Little did I realize just how off things truly were. There was no signs of wildlife in his front yard. Typically, you would see a large number of cottontail rabbits, Quail, Prairie dogs and so on. On this night, there were none. The only sense of wildlife came from the anxious yipping and howls of the Coyotes. Weeks before, his neighbor had approached us to ask about her missing dog. I was a medium sized breed that had been taken from her backyard. Many within the neighborhood believed this to be the work of Mountain lions or even a pack of coyotes–missing pets are quite common in the area. Most are taken during nocturnal hunts sadly enough.

While making sure that all was well in his backyard, I noticed a dark figure moving about slowly within the treeline which consisted of tall Joshua trees and Palo Verdes. At first, I thought this was a possibly a wondering vagrant. Here in Arizona, homeless men tend to build camps within the valleys or riverways. Calling out to the figure, I expected to see it either flee or to hear a response. Instead, I recieved a deep groaning growl. Shocked, I was frozen in place. Again, I called out after convincing myself that I did not hear what I believed I had and again, another growl followed. The figure lumbered slowly forward. Hiding itself within view, I could see a snout, cropped ears and most notably, amber hued eyeshine. At this point, I knew this was not a Human. Struck with fear, I wanted to run but my body refused. At that moment, the security lights kicked in. The brightness allowed me to see the tresspasser a bit more clearly. Staring back at me was a lean figure that stood about six feet tall. Hunched over upon canine like legs, It’s ears rose and fell in an odd fluid motion. I could see the upper lips fold upward exposing long incisors. As it stretched up, There was an odd popping noise–a noise that I would later learn is common in such sightings. We exchanged stares. Neither of us moving for what felt like an eternity. Not daring to speak nor flee, the creature charged a few feet before stopping rapidly. Again, we met stares. Pulling my gaze away from it, I could hear it grunt and groan. So too could I hear it’s deep inhales and exhales as it wiffed the air. At this point, I could feel my heart beating like a drum. Dizziness followed as well as a sick feeling. Uncertain of what this thing wanted, I remained in place. Slowly, it moved back into the shadows. Seeing my chance to get to safety, I quickly moved into my friend’s home, locking the door behind me. Through the window, I could hear the branches snap as the creature moved away.

Q. Did you ever return to where your encounter was?

A. Yes. The following day, I examined the precise are where the creature was standing. Though no footprints could be found, there were numerous tree breaks ina clear path indicating where the creature had gone.

Q. Do you do this full time?

A. At the moment this is only a part time job but eventually I would love to make this my full time gig.

Q. Can you tell me about your new podcast? Any goals you have for it? What direction you want to take it in?

A. The podcast began as an idea suggested by a close friend. Casually he suggested that we should begin a podcast consisting of myself, Dakota Warren and Dillon Anderson. After a short conversation, We decided to move forward. Contacting Matt, We had our first guest and recorded our pilot episode. We hope to explore not only the woo commonly associated with Sasquatch, but to also explore the biology aspect of the Cryptids. A long term goal is to one day establish an outreach program for those who have had violent or traumatic encounters.

Q. Any particular subject you are looking forward to covering on it?

A. Personally I’m hoping to explore the possible nature of Dog Man. After my own encounter, I am convinced that this species is not wholly evil.

Q. What is your philosophy on Bigfoot man, ape etc?

A. I believe there are two types of Bigfoot. One being a Primate; Not simian. I think some get confused by the scientific definition. A Primate differs in terms from Simian.

The other type I believe has biblical ties. Are they Nephilim? Possibly. Could they be the children of? I think it’s highly likely.

Q. What’s your thoughts on the woo subject?

A. If they are of biblical origin, woo only follows. Nephilim were known to be of great strength thus is only follows suit that they too would possess abilties unlike human beings.

Q. Couple of fun facts for us…whats your favorite…

A. Book? Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This was the first serious novel that I had the pleasure to read in high school. I’ve been in love with the characters and the style of story telling ever since.

A. Movie? EXISTS has to be one of my all time favorites. Though it’s a newer film, the portrayal of an angry Sasquatch is very well played out and scripted. I do feel that all that we see in the film is spot on. Imagine angering a mother Sasquatch. What would she do to exact her revenge upon you?

Q. Documentary? hands down, the Legend of Boggy Creek. Another of my favorites would have to be Small town Monster’s documentary on the Beast of Bray Road. If you’ve not seen any of Small Town Monster’s works, I highly recommend them.

Q. Podcasts?

A. World Bigfoot Radio and You had me at Bigfoot.

Q. When can people expect next podcast episode?

A. I’m hoping the next episode will soon be recorded. Each of us has been dealing with life outside of the Crpytid world as often happens ple of fun facts for us…whats your favorite…

Q. Any other goals or plans you’d like to share?

A. Yes! We are planning an investigation that will take us to the LBL–The infamous Land between the lakes. We hope to return with footage of a Dog Man, Gugwe, Sasquatch or all of the above.

I can’t wait to see what Ryan does next, but for now, I put the link to his first podcast episode below. I hope to be able to sit down with another great Podcaster soon, if you have one you would like to recommend you can reach me at:

sasysquatchgirl@gmail.com

Link to Ryan’s podcast:

https://youtu.be/iY_TkaonU5U

Link to mattsquatch presents:

https://youtu.be/Qy8tP-suIiA

Dogman Encounters

https://youtu.be/h9RI_s3nk0s

The Bear Necessities…

Look for the bare necessities…the simple bare necessities that lets a body rest at ease…forget about your worries and your strife…

Who doesn’t love bears? Beautiful little bear cubs to the magestic and beautiful Polar Bears. I’ve never heard one person say “I hate bears”. Well maybe you would if you were mauled by one. That would definitely change the perspective. To me they are all amazing. I went to Vancouver, last October and although Squatches were on my mind, I couldn’t wait to see a big bear. It took a while but I did and I was blown away by the sheer strength and size of one.

I know you are wondering why the hell is she writing about bears again right now? Well, I’ll tell you, I wrote this post . Originally because I watched the show Legend Hunter and it was putting forth the theory that the beloved Wisconsin resident terror and unofficial mascot, The Beast of Bray Road himself could be a bear. Granted an awful looking one with mange, but still, a bear.

When I watched it I immediately had a flashback to last winter when The Yeti mystery was supposedly solved by the science community through DNA as a Polar Bear. And now I’m updating it because I recently saw another bear and Bigfoot comparison. Matt Moneymaker posted this recent picture to his Facebook page.

And the debate began. Is it a bear or a bigfoot?

So I thought, this is ridiculous. What similarities could these two have that would make people believe that all the hominid and possibly one Dogman encounter out there all be a bear.

I mean the bare necessities…old Mother Nature’s recipes…that bring the bare necessities of life…”

First, I wanted to dig a bit into the past to learn about the evolution of bears . Where did they come from? What were their ancestors like? I had to dig back to about 20 million years ago, give or take, to find the very first ancestors.

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam…I couldn’t be fond of my big home…”



In their beginning, roughly twenty million years ago, the first bears appeared. They were called the Dawn Bears. They were not the large predators they are now. Because of this they adapted to live mostly up in the treetops. Over time the bears came down and spread out and adapted to wherever they migrated or were landlocked. Here in North America around 200,000 years ago, when the bear was landlocked due to ice between Russia and Alaska melting, they started to evolve into the largest predator here. They were known as the Giant Short Faced Bear. They weighed roughly two thousand pounds and were as tall as 15’ high on their hind legs. They had teeth made to crack bone and slice through skin. The ultimate predator. This bear, brown and standing on hind legs would fit certain Sasquatch encounters. If it were still around that is. To make a long story short, because explaining the bear’s entire evolution would take awhile, bears spread out and adapted to whatever environment they were in. Polar Bear adapted to cold climates, became proficient swimmers and fur became translucent to provide camouflage, North American Brown Bears will eat meat and vegetation. Their teeth adapted to also allow for grinding to be able to eat the vegetation. The Panda Bear grew a thumb to hold onto the bamboo, etc.

 And don’t spend your time looking around for something you want that can’t be found…”

If scientists really think all Sasquatch related encounters are bear encounters then this all could help explain the possibility of their theory. The bear looks different in all their different environments as does a Squatch. In the colder climates they are Yeti and white or translucent. Here they are mostly described as black or brown like our bears. Some people think they are descendants or a split from Gigantopithecus. But what if it’s a split from the Giant Short Faced Bear? Both were enormous creatures, both started in trees. Both evolved and adapted to their environments. What if scientists are right? What if they are on to something, some other evolutionary breakthrough. Maybe some are Sasquatch and some are these ancient Bears? Wouldn’t surprise me if this supposed extinct bears were still around.

” when you find out you can live without it and go along not thinking about it, I’ll tell you something true. The bare necessities of life will come to you…”

I’m definitely not saying I believe a Bigfoot is a bear, or a descendant.’. Or that all of you saw a bear in those woods. Or that the Patty video doesn’t say enough, or that the Dogman is a mangy bear. But with scientists putting forward that theory that everything is a bear right now, from the Dogman to the Yeti, along with the bear DNA put forth, we should think about what that possibility would look like, how it could be possible, how the evolution patterns adds up if for no other reason then to defend your claims against them all successfully.

When you look under the rocks and plants and take a glance at the fancy ant…then maybe try a few…”

We all say follow the truth no matter where it leads. And sometimes when we do it can be very disappointing because we had been hoping for a completely different outcome. But at least we have the answers. In the case of the picture above I believe it is definitely a bear. Thanks to a breakdown of the picture from Iknowsquatch, you can see it more clearly and know it’s a bear. But that may not always be the case.

So keep searching for those answers and keep your mind and your ears open. Consider every possibility, weigh every piece of evidence and just like in the song,

” The bare necessities of life will come to you…”

Bare necessities written by Terry Gilkyson for The Jungle Book motion picture.

BFRO Bear/Bigfoot breakdown picture from IKnowsquatch Big thank you for sharing it with me.

https://www.etsy.com/shop/iknowsquatch?ref=shop_sugg

Bare Necessities video:

https://youtu.be/9ogQ0uge06o

Photos from Google public photo stock

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Bigfoot’s Thoughts on Halloween…

As some of you might know, Halloween for me really is a treat. It’s the one night of the year I can walk right down Main Street and no one even bats an eye, if anything they think I’m real cool. I mean, I am cool, but this is the night everyone knows and shows it.

I must have passed at least 10 of me on my way here. I think one might have been a lady, I think.

(That one messed me up a bit, mixed signals and all…phew, is it hot in here or is it just me?)

Anyway, I sat on a bench with a few of my friends for a bit and just took in all the human rituals and man, it made me happy that Homo Sapiens went one way and we went another, because except for the candy part, you couldn’t bag enough deer to make me want a piece of this.

At first it was kind of cute, I could see the whole Cindy Loo Who effect happening on the Grinch, little ones were running to me, actually running to me! I grunted and growled a little for them and they ran off giggling away. Even the ladies were giving me the eye. No suit here baby! I worked hard for this physique and fur!

But as it got darker and the children got older, it all went down hill from there. There were screaming and crying children because they wanted more candy than one piece. A few parents yelling to the their children that trick or treat was over for them. I saw a few houses lit up with all the fake monsters everywhere. Seriously, the fake ones? I’m mean I’m right here people! And I’m taller than that fake Frankenstein’s Monster you’re admiring over there. (Did you see what I did there? Frankenstein’s Monster get it right everyone) The scariest monsters you’ll ever see are real and waiting for you in the forest…if you dare. Have you seen pictures of my best friend the Dogman? He’s pretty scary with those claws and teeth, and the Goatman? He scares me man, I mean like nightmares scares me, those eyes, I can’t even look at him.

You don’t need to spend money on a Haunted House, just grab a flashlight and come on in.

Later on the older children were running up to me, but now all I heard was, “what are you trying to be? Biiiiigfooot.” I’m not trying to be anything, and the next time those punks are in the woods we will see who’s real and who’s not and who screams and who doesn’t, record this butthead!

All in all it was interesting to observe your society and learn about your culture and traditions. It’s also good to get the hell out of here too. Don’t get me wrong Homo Sapiens have their place on this planet too, but if I had the opportunity to give you advice without risking becoming the next lab rat you swear you didn’t test that mascara on, I would tell you to slow down. Enjoy your life. Get more nature in your day, just don’t do in my woods, except those punks…I want to see them again.

Have a fun and safe Halloween everyone…send me some adorable pictures to share at:

sasysquatchgirl@gmail.com

A UFO Over Main Street

At some point in life if crazy things keep happening to you and your family, you literally just have to laugh. I mean come on, from birth I have known high strangeness exists and is here to stay. But for once this little tale is my families but it doesn’t include me…

March, 1982…

Coupon saved with newspaper clippings to show date of articles

Leaving a family event, my sisters, father and grandfather saw something in the sky above that they couldn’t explain and hadn’t seen before, and they all had the feeling that it was chasing them down the highway.

When they finally got back home they ran to the windows and saw it sort of hovering up there in the sky above the Saint Mary’s Church.

They said my grandfather wanted them away from the windows and pulled down the shades.

Meanwhile my father and uncle took off in my fathers truck after it. At one point they said, it just went poof, one minute it was there and the next it was gone.

They told this story to me often. And although my father never believed in ghosts, despite where we lived, or Bigfoot, he most definitely believed in UFOS.

It’s amazing how a definite skeptic can have one experience that shakes their entire belief system. My sister had nightmares for months of a UFO hovering above the church, and my father would sit outside often on the patio and keep an eye on the night sky right up until he passed.

Told you I wasn’t crazy…

It’s very fortunate when you have seen something you can’t explain if another witness is around to coo-berate your insanity. In this case, the unidentified flying object was seen by many witnesses. In fact, it also made the local paper. And because this family is insane the original 1982 article still remains in the family.

The witness in the article below is not my family, which helped validate they weren’t all going mad.

The intersection that the witness is talking about, the corner of Main and Pleasant, is literally where St. Mary’s Church in Franklin is. Right next to our house.

I don’t know what it is about my family that makes us magnets for high strangeness, but to us the paranormal is actually normal and I wouldn’t want it any other way…

The Life, Universe and Everything…Where Does the Soul Go?

When we are younger, our parents explain the whole meaning of life. (Monty Python version not withstanding). We learn the basics. You grow up, go to school, college, work, marriage, family, then finally death. And all the crazy things in between.

The church then educates us on a deeper level. We learn all about our souls and how to protect and nurture them. Our soul almost becomes top priority over all those things listed above. Let’s start with what a definition of a soul is.

A soul in most religions, is thought of as the incorporeal essence of a living being. It’s the mental abilities of a living being to reason, feel, think, etc. to protect your soul so it doesn’t hit the fiery pit, your religion, whatever it is, gives you a certain set of rules to follow. (Some are a little more forgivable than others so read that rule book carefully and read the fine print too). A soul, despite what we know scientifically to be as just parts of our brain at work, is often thought of as a separate part of us. Like your heart. We may say something like, “That came from the heart,” all the time. It’s just an expression, but the heart is different from the soul. To us, the soul is separate from our physical bodies. We need this sucker to ride into the next body so we can be reincarnated. 

In my house growing up, odd though I know we all were, we believed in reincarnation. Mostly when the bad things happened. We would smash a knee and say something like, “Come on god, really?” Was I Ted Bundy in my last life or something?” I always went right to Ted, I was young but I remember the day they flipped the switch. Horrible I know. But still true. I still say that all the time. I fall a lot, so you know, I get annoyed here and there.

So, Reincarnation, it is defined simply when you die your soul rides the white tunnel into new digs with a teeny tiny stop to swipe all your hard earned knowledge and memories. So when you think about it, who cares if you get reincarnated or not? I mean, we all aren’t Napoleon who was positive he was the reincarnation of Charlemagne. What fun is it if you don’t wake up in like Angelina Jolie’s body or something and be like, “Hells yeah!”

But if we aren’t reincarnated or shipped to the fiery pit, and it isn’t your soul sticking around, then what is it? My mother always thought ghosts were echos of life essence just doing whatever they would do if they were still corporeal. And every once in awhile we could see them. They passed through our plane. Sounds plausible to me, except for the fact some of those echoes stray from that routine and do crazy s**t like knock over dishes, shut off lights and maybe even reach out and touch someone. When that happens all bets are off and it’s time to call the priest.

And why do you call the priest? Because he knows and wholeheartedly believes that it’s a soul that’s trapped. We all for the most part want to believe that a loved one’s soul or essence that passed is still traveling around close to us. 

So we all have to decide for ourselves some of these more fantastical beliefs. Do I believe in ghosts or souls being able to hang around ? Are my parents watching over me or have they reincarnated into my neighbors new dogs? I prefer to think our soul is separate and it hangs close to its former loved ones or in a loved, safe familiar spot. I’ll gladly pass up on reincarnation if my family needs my soul around.  Besides, I’m pretty sure I was heading in to Peppermint Pattie’s body next time anyway.

Copyright © October 2019, property of Bigfootmountain and Sasysquatchgirl, All rights reserved
Life, the Universe and Everything is from my favorite book series: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
Meaning of Life from Monty Python Flying Circus 
Peppermint Patty character from Charles Schulz’s Peanuts comic strip 

Murder of Crows…Part One

This past Saturday afternoon, I visited a place I believe a Bigfoot might just be inhabiting occasionally. On my very first visit  there, I got a weird vibe and a strange sensation that I wasn’t alone and maybe not entirely welcome. It’s a different feeling then the one I get at my usual spot inside Freetown Forest. There I also feel I’m not alone and definitely being watched, but not unwelcome or unsafe. I feel entirely comfortable there. I don’t feel a need for a weapon or equipment and maybe that is why I am welcomed.

In this new spot I feel as though I have not been invited yet. I am coming too far into their territory without their (whoever they are) permission. I know everyone likes to say, “just science and cold hard evidence no “feelings”. But instinct has served me well, some people are just more in tune to themselves and their environment. But I do understand that if you’re not, it might be hard to believe. And that’s okay too.

Shortly after getting into the woods I felt watched and heard a loud noise that sounded like a hard thumping on the ground like a bull was charging. Someone heavy running up a hill fast. Than full stop. Then around the corner I heard more noises, just like snaps of branches on ground and tree etc. To me, even a squirrel makes a loud enough sound moving around in the woods so I generally don’t pay attention to it but at that moment I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and when I came around the corner, a large tree was down, blocking the entire trail. And in my mind I’m thinking “the way is shut!” So I snapped pictures all around the area and then I kept moving because I knew, without a doubt, I was not alone. I started toward the exit and finally listened to one of the noises that had been ongoing that I was tuning out before, It was a murder of crows hovering.

Why a murder of crows? A warning system maybe? But for whom? Me, or my possible hominid stalker? I headed home after awhile and was racking my brain, what was that hard thumping? I began going through my pics looking for anything. Why were crows everywhere? Was there a dead animal in the vacinity? They say a murder of crows got their name because they were always around death. Hanging at cemeteries, and coming around when there was something dead around they could feed on. A crow is a member of the carrion birds. They feed off of the dead. So why are they following me? Superstitious people believed if they hung around you it could be an omen of your death. They believed when you saw them you should either bow down to them, or tip your hat at them. A pity I didn’t know this at the time.

Later on that night when my sister helped me review all my pictures she saw what she thought could be an eyeball dead center of one of the pictures staring at me. Nothing to worry about there.

Eyeball is in the center of picture but I freely admit not easy to see.

My second trip inside, I was waiting for the crows to come back and caw away at me again and they didn’t disappoint. And again, I knew I was not alone out here. The difference today was me, I was more confident and intending to stay this time. But like the last visit, I was again not entirely comfortable and neither was my sister whom I dragged along. But we kept going all the way to the downed tree and around it off the path. As we happened to look on the ground we noticed prints, two very suspicious prints. One very large print and the other was going at an angle on a muddy slope, but the toes were easily discernible. We looked closely around the whole area looking for more prints, hair and generally anything out of the norm. and then we noticed that behind us was a busted up shed that appeared to be hanging half way down a hill and it was where my very strange picture of something that resembled an eyeball in the black was taken. Down in that area also happened to be where all my uneasy feelings came from. Was this also where my thumping and running was coming from? Did something run up that revine?

On the third visit the crows were upon us from the second we got on the path. This was a larger murder and possibly more aggressive. They were low flying and circling. When we got to the spot that uneased me the most, a crow feather hit the ground near us. A more stern warning? But again, to whom, me or my new friend. We noticed more prints again as well, but these seemed to be of your average animal varieties so documented everything and moved on until we were both beginning to feel that heavy negative feeling, if that makes sense at all, and we headed home.

At home I began wondering if the crows hovered to act like a type of sentinel for them, and if so, how would these two different species communicate together? And is the warning for them to keep from being seen?

After thinking it all over for a couple of days. I decided to head back in a fourth time alone again. Actually, to be honest, I was getting an itch in my brain that morning telling me to get off the couch and get in there. It had rained just the night before, the ground was mushy a bit and I thought maybe I’ll get lucky and catch another print. I decided to enter the woods using a different path this time, coming up to that area from behind instead And there not to far off trail, were two large prints. Large and deep prints perfect for casting. So I looked around the area, checking for other prints, hair or an actual Bigfoot. I didn’t notice anything else after a thorough search. So I snapped some pictures sent them to my friend at Wpi Hunts the Truth and he kindly walked me through my first footprint cast. It was messy, challenging to do alone and watch my back at the same time, but it also was completely exhilarating, I was casting my first print!

When I went back to the area next and so on…I checked on the print regularly and took pictures of the print slowly fading away…

It was an exciting time and I felt I had to really take this seriously and document everything. I feel that this area has most likely all it would need to sustain one, a river, ponds, dog and blueberry bushes, (I may have tasted some of those) plenty of vegetation, wildlife, miles of connecting forest, conservation land and an old railway turned into the Southern New England Trunkline and Greenway that was a straight corridor that could easily get them from as far north as Maine and down to Florida. A good migration route if that was what they needed. So I needed a plan and I decided to keep an eye regularly on this particular area, but to also expand my search and follow and explore the river and abandoned railroad lines and corresponding forestry right through the Heritage Corridor. There is a lot of Native American and colonial and settlers history in this area as well and I love history so there is extra bonus for me.

I don’t want to be the catalyst for them having to leave their home so I’ll be as respectful and unobtrusive as possible. I’ll be outside of most of the known park and trail areas here, no one else really knows some of these trails exist except locals, so they could very easily live relatively undetected here. So yes, I’ll be respectful of the area because seeing one isn’t worth costing another being, any being their safety, security and home. Mankind is doing that enough as it is already…

To be continued…

Photo by Arthame for Deviant art

To be continued….I hope….

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Down on Main Street…And in the End…The Conclusion…

And in the end…

Twenty years, that was my sentence in that house. Twenty long years. I always thank whomever for having my older sisters there with me so I could tell I wasn’t crazy. We had a crazy great Aunt in our family so we are always checking with each other with our standard, “What do you think? Am I being crazy?” Only we meant it literally.

Luckily we did have a few witnesses along the way. I’ll share two more, the rest I’ll save for the future book, hey you never know, right?

Take those sunken eyes and learn to see…

“When my mom and I came and stayed in gonna call it the porch that was made into a room, oh that was terrifying. Had to get up to go to the bathroom, and when returning to the room I felt something boring into the back of my head. I jumped back in the bed and covered my face it felt very bad, like poltergeist

Another time I was sleeping on a roll away bed next to the big radiator on my back, i was able to tilt my head back and see the clock on the wall but I wasn’t able to move my body like something was holding me down. Then I remember taking a shower and not being able to pick up my feet as if they were glued down.

The hallway was the worst at feeling something to me, in front of the bathroom by your parents bedroom….creepy as hell.”

– K.A

When I find myself in times of trouble mother Judy comes to me…

I wanted to mention just a little bit on the bathroom. Between watching the movie Psycho (which incidentally scared my Mother’s ass off in the theatre) way to young and ghosts running a muck in my house, I absolutely dreaded taking a shower. There was only one way in hell that was happening, my poor mother had to sit in the bathroom with me. To watch my back so to speak. She did it for us all. And when she was in the shower we sat lined up in the room with her like little ducks. I should mention our bathroom was huge. It also had a phone and a good lock in it. It was our panic room. Intruder comes in, grab the aluminum bat, run to the bathroom, lock the door and call 911. We just had to get passed the dead to get there so we had choices to make….

I get by with a little help from my friends…

“If I can just make it past the dryer in the hallway I’ll be fine. This was my thought as I booked it up the back stairs of the Main Street house where my best friend lived, Sasy’s big sister lived. I don’t recall ever navigating those stairs at a walking pace. My dad would drop me off out front and I would make my way down the driveway to the back door. It was a good day if you opened the outside door to find the cellar door closed. There was no gaping maw of evil to deal with then and you could just move fast up the dim stairway, make it around the corner at at the top of the landing, traverse the straightaway, turn left at the dryer and bust through the door, which was never locked and for good reason ( Ghosties hot on your tail), into the kitchen. Here I would be met most times by a heckling crowd gathered around the kitchen table which included Sasy and her sister’s, and their many assorted friends. So safety, in other words.

I had my own creepy basement In the house I grew up in. Not an old house at the time, but built on land where battles took place in King Phillip’s War. There was an unfriendly area there. There were two rooms near the bulkhead, one for laundry and the other my Dad’s workroom. I would hear my name spoken if I was alone and the bell on the bulkhead door would ding when no one was done there, my Mom would send me down with a load of wash and as I approached the door I would say out loud “don’t mess with me, I’m just here to do my laundry!” Then I would run through the cellar and back up the stairs. There is a certain feeling associated with knowing there is something other nearby and when you turn your back you damn well better scoot. Like someone is trying to goose you. So I was familiar with this feeling when I was introduced to the Main Street house. I also had my shields in place and my phasers set to kill by that time from my own childhood experiences. I think this is why I wasn’t meddled with to much when I was there. I was locked down tight. If that cellar door was open, I’d be all “oh no you don’t!” And then begin my desperate sprint up the stairs, around the creepy corner landing, gotta get past the dryer and I’m in!

As creepy as the basement gauntlet was, what was worse, to me, was the short hallway between my friend’s bedroom and her parent’s bedroom, with the bathroom in the middle. I was pretty sure this was the portal to hell. I had to make the choice, hold it, with bladder explosion or venture in there alone with good chance I would be sucked somewhere off planet. If I went in, it was fast, don’t look left or right, be as expeditious as you can and get the hell out. This area was ripe with activity for those living there and there was just an active bad feeling there for me. It was like a black hole and I, to this day, Have dreams about that area. I was surprised that Sasy’s sister didn’t mention in her entry how she was grabbed by the ankle and held in place while she was showering. If I recall she was also called by name too. Which is super creepy if it happens to you because it’s personal. I guess she didn’t want to revive that memory.

I remember I slept over one time and one time only. I spent the the night on the floor of the bedroom with one eye open all night, monitoring the bedroom closets, the portal to hell hallway and the underneath of the bed right next to my head. I didn’t even allow my feet to poke out of the blankets.

I don’t even know how they managed to sleep there on a regular basis. My friend is permanently warped by living there as evidenced by her particular sleep habits. When we go on vacation together she packs ear plugs, stygian darkness and white noise are necessary to her for proper sleep.

So, for me, my experience of the Main Street house was the feeling of the place mostly. I didn’t want to see anything or get all touchy feely with a ghost or whatever. But I knew they were there. And I believe the stories of Sasy and her sisters and their mom.

It helps to explain why they are all so crazy…”

BC

He’s as blind as he can be, just sees what he wants to see…

You’ve read that my mom was the kick ass ghostbuster of the neighborhood…who ya gonna call? Judy that’s who…now as for my dad, we haven’t mentioned him often because he saw only one weird thing the whole time we lived there (A red negligee on the bed). He was completely oblivious. Singing away no fear or worries practicing a new song in the shower like we were living in a normal universe. He didn’t realize that everyday was the same thing, whatever we lived with would mimic the sounds he made coming up the stairs everyday, the whistling, keys jiggling and grocery bags crinkling. My mom would say, “open the door for your dad” and guess what he was never there!Now he didn’t say directly he didn’t believe us, but I know at first he didn’t. Then the whole neighborhood had issues and really, we couldn’t all be nuts…I love him, I miss him, but he was the skeptic from hell. And unfortunately he made the money so we were trapped, till he decided we were moving…twenty freaking years later…

We all did the best we could to ignore and adapt to our environment. We had each other. We didn’t let the spooks ruin everything. As a family we loved and laughed a lot. I can see the laugh lines forming now. My friends all wanted my parents to adopt them because they saw us interacting as a family laughing and living life. People always ask why I’m always jacked in, what’s with the constant music? Well we all came together around music. I can hear a song and immediately think of something ridiculous that happened growing up. My dad was an entertainer, he sang constantly. But most important it blocked out noises, voices and kept my brain occupied. Still does, everyone I know I have attached a song to, they just don’t know that…yet. And why the Beatles lyrics? The Beatles was the one band from the beginning we all agreed on, could sing along with… together…

So that was my haunted tale. well most of it, I don’t want to bore you by going on and on. And it’s okay not to believe it all, the floating probably sounded insane, I’m just happy to have it out there and over with. I’ve purged out my childhood…I’m truly free…

And in the end, the love you made was equal to the love…you gave

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Song quotes from The Beatles

All pictures of the house were taken by me and reflects how it looks as of today, August 19, 2019