Category: paranormal and cryptozoology

On Main Street…a recap

A lot of you have read the story of my rather haunted beginnings in life. But here is a quickie recap if you are just tuning in.

No need to adjust the screen…

I lived in a haunted house on Main Street in my hometown. Right from move in day something in that house made its presence known. That first day my mother laid down in my sisters bed a second when she started feeling a gentle back rub. She thanked my dad for rubbing her back but when she opened her eyes, he wasn’t there…no one was, and that was the beginning of 20 years in hell.

The neighborhood was built on an Indian burial ground…

Fast forward to 2020, and this family may have a reunion we didn’t ask for, and most certainly don’t want.

My sister, who apparently wasn’t thinking clearly, or like what they say about childbirth, she forgot the pain of living in a haunted home when the other residents are less than thrilled you’re there. She bought a home and actually moved back within the old neighborhood cursed lines again.

After years and chats with our former neighbors we learned we were all having ghostly visitations, and like our own house guests none of them were of the friendly variety. We sisters promised ourselves and each other we would never live in or buy a haunted house. How do we know if it’s haunted? Vibes. This may sound crazy but all three of us can sense it. When we aren’t sensing anything we always say this house is clean.

She walked through the house a few times and felt it out, and she said she sensed nothing. Thought it was clean, but it was still inside the danger zone, the territory where a haunted house was likely to be.

They’re here …

My brother in law and sister inherited a cat after his mother passed. A big cat. A very big pizza eating Garfield kind of a cat. His name is Cody and I’m pretty sure he may be the only animal in history that doesn’t seem to like me. But when they were leaving to go to my family’s home in Virginia I got the job of being the cat sitter. I thought maybe we could bond…(yeah no. Didn’t happen).

So I decided to sleep on the couch, in the creepy living room that resembles the one from our old creepy home. Around one am I’m hearing all kinds of commotion upstairs, all I could think about was the movie Line, “Miss? Get out of the house now! The call is coming from inside the house!” I went up to investigate the noise and couldn’t find anything.

I texted my sister about the extra activity happening upstairs and she told me that Cody makes a lot of noise using the cat box because of his size. Really? The cat? Nope. But I brushed it off and went to sleep. Second night though? That was not that darn cat!

No way Feng Shui…

The second night I’m also laying on the couch watching a horror movie and I hear what sounds like furniture moving again, huh? Seems like Cody wasn’t liking his new floor plan. (My family is cray, the Cat has his own room…I’m not allowed in) I mean it seriously sounds like the bureau is sliding across the floor. I yelled up laughing “Hey Cody, move the bed near the window” I grabbed my phone and headed up to film the furniture moving, because I knew something was there, I felt the air charge, this house is definitely not clean anymore.

Something else changed that night too, me,I changed. I was not terrified, I was tired and annoyed. I was more thinking, “bring it on” then running away. I did text my sister to tell her her house was now haunted too. She confessed she knew but was afraid I wouldn’t stay with Cody. But I did stay, I stayed with that darn cat glaring at me and with my new hosts. It was like a breakthrough happened. No more fear, I knew I needed to take charge of this haunting, not the other way around. I also needed to have a talk with a priest about a cat, but that’s for a different blog…

Show no fear….

Living in a house with spirits takes a lot out of you mentally and physically. I Think the key is to own the haunting and show no fear, take charge of your house…

“One step for man

One giant step for a Bigfoot

Be he man or ape

You can’t deny that gait

The way he walks

The size of his print

Maybe you can’t see how tall

But these tracks give you a hint

Only footprint is not that uncommon

Have you tracked an animal till you’ve actually found him often

He can hit the trees

He walk through a stream

I’m sure they are way more intelligent than the seem

Not just a bit lumbering ape

Bashing through the forest

These recordings of them speaking

Most of you have heard this

So cast that print and look for more

Go to every structure

See if there is a door

You’ll find him some day for sure

And you may get more than your asking for

Remember the size of that print says a lot

Be ready to deal with what you’ve sought

Measure that length

Check that stride

You know he’s out there

He knows how to hide

Give a holler

Bang that tree

Maybe you’ll hear him

But you won’t ever see

Remember not every print is a Squatch

There are plenty of predators

Out there to watch

Be at peace of that trip to the forest

You can’t always see a Squatch

But if you do?

Then I’m coming along to watch…”

Poem by me titled Footprints

Copyright July 2020

Property of Sasysquatchgirl

All rights reserved

Art by Steve Baxter used with artist permission…

”My girlfriend and I were riding in my Jeep on Route 140 from New Bedford to Freetown tonight (July 14, 2009) and at about 11:00 my girlfriend seen this large brown hair covered “man” standing up from a crouched position on the side of the two lane highway. She lets out a scream prompting me to look at the creature standing there. He made fluid movements like a man and had an almost ape-like quality. We couldn’t see his face but upon returning to the area we saw the “man” there was nothing.

After calling 911 and telling them that someone was running in the median of the highway they told us that they had similar reports of what we saw on the stretch of highway between exit 7 (Braley rd.) and exit 8 (Chase Rd.) They then told me that they were sending state troopers to investigate.”

Excerpt from a BFRO report

Art by Malin Sandberg

I Thought I’d post a sighting from Massachusetts since I read about them so rarely, I’ve driven that stretch of road often, maybe one day I’ll get lucky, it is the Bridgewater Triangle after all…If you have had a sighting in the New England area I’d love to hear about it.

Have an awesome day!

As much as I love to picture Bigfoot whimsically walking through the forest patting all the animals on the head as he walks by, he is not, of course, always described as being that way.

In several witness encounters and oral history passed down he is described as behaving much differently. Here’s an excerpt of some of his scarier legends from Native American history as written by the Cowboys and Indians Blog.

“The Yokut believe when you see a Bigfoot, it’s not a good sign. It means he’s coming to take somebody who’s going to pass over to the other side. There’s even a Hairy Man song that women sing during a funeral, to make sure he does take that soul over.” The Yokut aren’t alone either. You’ll find stories of Bigfoot-like creatures in the oral tradition of dozens of North American tribes under a slew of names — Sasquatch and Skookum among them — each ascribing slightly different qualities to the creature. For the Yurok and Karuk of northwest California, Bigfoot is just another denizen of the forest, worthy of cautious respect, just like a bear or a cougar.

But for the Me-Wuk of the Yosemite area, Bigfoot is a boogeyman — not unlike the witch from Hansel and Gretel — snatching children from their tribe and eating them. There’s even a place in the Stanislaus National Forest, Pinnacle Point Cave, where the tribe believes the Bigfoot consumed its victims. “This cave really did have human remains in it that were excavated back in the 1960s,” Strain says. “And what’s interesting is that you have to actually rappel down into this cave to see it. So how did a tribe, that didn’t have any climbing equipment, have a traditional story that the cave had bones in it?” If that’s not strange enough, the indigenous peoples of coastal British Columbia, nearly 1,000 miles to the north, share a nearly identical legend of the cannibal Dzunukwa, “The Wild Woman of the Woods” — often depicted on totem poles displaying a behavior that comes up time and time again in Bigfoot accounts: whistling. “I’ve had many tribes tell me, ‘If you hear whistling at night, don’t go outside,’ ” Strain says. “Because that’s a Bigfoot trying to lure you out.”

I have to say, the whistling legend is one that scares me the most, I’ve been out in the woods so many times where I’ve heard whistling that sounded out of place, (not at all like a birds whistle). If you’re out in the woods often you can easily hear sounds that just don’t belong. The whistle sound is very human makes me even more alert because if it were a human why isn’t he making himself known?

We have to remember, well I have to remember that he is flesh and blood, the forest is his home and I am trespassing through, we may meet someday face to face, and if we do I need to remember he may be about to whistle….

Art by Daniel Eskridge

Okay, I finally got a chance to sneak in another movie. This one was called Embedded. Written  and directed by Micheal Bafaro. The gist of the story is a reporter and camera man get demoted from war reporting to small time small town reporting. They are covering a story of a young boy who has gone missing In the woods. They “embed” themselves into the hunting and search party. Hence the name.

While  they are  out searching they find some hunters bodies,and think they may have a grizzly on their hands.
Spoiler alert here. It is not a grizzly. And what a monster it is. Different than any other Sasquatch we have seen before. This creature definitely looks like they crashed the studio storage room, stole part of a Predator costume and maybe part of those weird creatures in the movie Time Machine and blended them together.

But with those couple of comparisons aside. This monster was scary! I enjoyed this movie. I don’t know what their budget was but they made it work. It gets going and doesn’t let up.
The acting and story line are both strong. Make sure you watch it all the way to the end. On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Embedded a 7.
Embedded was filmed on location in Revelstoke, Canada. This area of Canada has thick pine forest and has been known for quite a few actual sightings. The BFRO has over a 100 sighting reported for that area as of 2017. A couple of those sightings have been reported near the Trans Canada Highway.

I haven’t seen this movie on Prime or YouTube so I did have to purchase it but I find it was worth it…

Link to:

Embedded Trailer from IMDB

I hope everyone is having a great Sunday so far…it’s a beautiful morning here, I’m still zonked from an evening investigation inside the Black Hut. The Black Hut lands are steeped in Native American history, in fact, there is still a wigwam there to find.

It was a known stop on their travels to fish, hunt and rest. While we were walking out there, we were talking about how the natives bent the young saplings to grow the trees crooked to use as navigation, or to mark certain important area for spiritual or resource reasons.

The hut gets pretty dense I use the trees there to navigate now. Another thing they did was bend the young trees into an arch, pin them into the ground then cover them with hide or other materials to use as shelter. Like bigfoot now, all they had was nature as a resource for materials.

They spoke of his existence, we know they lived around them, so could Bigfoot himself still use all those same methods? Bending branches into arches for shelter, curving trees for navigation?

We see a lot of things in the forest that look odd and unnatural and he could be a likely reason for most of it…what do you think? There is a Tree Marker society out there that have marked where most of the trees are now, if you contact them I’m sure they can help you find a few of the historical ones in your area. I have been lucky to see a few and as I wrote above, I do use them for navigation. Pay attention and know your surroundings when you’re out there. I like to joke a bit I know, but out there I am very serious and always aware of my surroundings…

It was a beautiful day in New England yesterday so I headed out as I always do to the forest. I usually start off putting a fixed location in my GPS, and then take random lefts and rights while the GPS goes nuts and then I’ll stop at anything interesting I may see on the way. It is so well trained to me and my ways it just gets us lost right off the bat.

This particular day the GPS was set for Whitehall Park in Hopkinton Massachusetts. I headed that way and I found an interesting and unmarked trial off the side of the road and pulled right over. One of my favorite things to do is find these trails and give them my own name and list them in my field guide I’m creating for myself. This trail today looked beautiful even if a bit overgrown. Very green and lush. Some noticeable poison ivy overgrown a bit too close to the paths.

As there were no markers I just followed it straight down, something I normally do until I get the lay of the land. I won’t deviate from that straight path o or most obvious trail right away.

After walking about two miles or so I finally came up on some trail markers and a sign. It read Whitehall perimeter trail. I had my location set for Whitehall Park so somehow I came to it on my own. I love finding the unmarked way into a state park.

I could see what looked like water straight ahead so I made a stop there first. It was a beautiful little spot and I could have gladly sat there all day. Next time definitely. I set off on the trail to the right. I came up on high stone walls set in such a way that it looked as though this was one property or family’s homestead. I walked further on heading to what looked like another another set of stonewalls with stone stairs. It was about there that I also started to get a feeling of uneasiness which happens to me often at certain locations. It was the feeling of not being alone and maybe not of welcome either. I stayed for a bit but the feeling didn’t subside so I knew it was time to head out.

I try to read my feelings and emotions carefully when I’m out alone wandering. I believe feeling of uneasiness is my sign to go. Either it feels friendly and welcoming or it does not. If you are out hiking alone trust your instincts, always.

Before I left I actually did stop at Whitehall Park. It was a beautiful spot but very high traffic. Lots of people out wanting to soak in some fresh air.

I like a quieter area myself so maybe I’ll head back when things go back to a new normal.

Whitehall State Park was created in 1947, when the area was no longer used as a water source for the area. The park is connected to the Bay Path, the route both Native Americans and Settlers used to travel to connecticut and back. Whitehall forest connects to the forest in Grafton and Upton as well as those are part of the Bay Path making for a combined 2600 acres all together and this area is so steeped in history that this is just an introduction…To be continued…