Sasysquatchgirl Presents…an Evening in the Forest…



Picture this…it’s dark now, there is no full moonlight and you’re alone. You’ve lost your flashlight, your knife, your compass and your mind. Right now you’re already thinking that only an idiot would let themselves get in this position.

But your hunters and Bigfoot researchers know that only an idiot would think that only an idiot would find themselves in that position. I don’t care how much experience you have, you forget things, get turned around out there and fright happens. That’s why most will try to prepare for anything.

Generally everyone is afraid of the woods at night even the most prepared with their fire, torch gun, machete, rifle, compass, flashlights, bug spray and a whole bunch of very similar individuals accompanying them. It takes a lot of trust to go out there with someone in the dark or otherwise.

I’ve been in Freetown Forest at night with nothing but my phone and one sister. But even knowing your companions, the thought of what you’re getting yourself into is creepy. And you certainly don’t want to be lost at night out there in an area you don’t know.

              

There is an actual disorder and people who suffer from a deep fear of the woods at night. This is not an uncommon feeling and it has a name…Nyctohylophobia. You could have every superstar survival man accompanying you, with all those weapon and goodies I listed above with them, and it wouldn’t stop the fear and panic from overwhelming you if you were still out there when darkness fell. If you suffer from this, even standing at the tree line in your backyard will give you that same feeling as being lost in a dark forest. So if that sounds familiar to you at all, don’t go out there at night. You have nothing to prove to yourself or anyone else that’s worth being terrified. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, everyone feels some degree of healthy fear out there in the dark.



For fun I asked my friends what kinds of situations they thought I could get myself into if I were in the woods alone at night…here is their list:

  • Losing my car keys, (okay that’s a daily event but what will I need those for in the woods).
  • Flashlight will die immediately 
  • I’ll trip and break my foot on a stump, (not a hard guess, I do that just getting to the car).
  • An owl will fly into me and poke my eye out🙄really guys?, (that was a June bug and just that one time).
  • Falling off a cliff, ( what the hell? I’m not going up a cliff at night) if I fall off one it wasn’t an accident. Remember that.

While those are all meant to be funny, and a little true, here are some of the things that could really go wrong, and none of them would be remotely amusing:

  • Lose your way, no map or compass
  • Getting an injury, no first aide kit
  • Temperature dropping and you don’t have adequate clothing 
  • No matches, food, or water
  • No weapons and you could come upon a bear or wolf or not so friendly cryptid of any kind. 
  • Not letting anyone know where you were headed, almost guarantees no rescue 
  • No phone or dead phone 

I’m sure there are many more I haven’t thought of and I don’t want to think about them. There are many professional hunters, campers, researchers and hikers that go missing all the time, yes I believe some could be, but definitely not all are Bigfoot related. So you have to be prepared for those situations too. Some accidents are related to a lack of common sense and risky behavior. I know I’m not always prepared.  My love of feeling free out there, being sans electronics etc. my want of being accepted peacefully out there without fear, might be good for acceptance from the Big Guy and some squirrels but really bad for everything else. So while I’m writing this, I’m attempting to drill some of these safety measures into my own head. I’m close! I have my Fabulous Starry opossum backpack because a Bigfoot one would be really giving away the game out there, (and slightly embarrassing for him to catch me with) and now I have to dig out that list I made for my first night’s trip to Freetown, and fill it up. Then make my hiking partner carry it, if I have one. Did I say that aloud???



As silly as I like to be I’m very serious that I want you to be safe and feel safe out there. Learn what your limits are..and remember terror is not a good navigator…Bigfoot is out there somewhere no matter what time of day it is…


Coast to Coast Am, video On missing hunters..

https://youtu.be/CVn0ZHAVw1U

What should be in your pack out there: Tutorial from the Tacticaldefender on YouTube and Instagram at @tacticaldefender

https://youtu.be/ly_jcu2sCzY

Starry Opossum can be found at @itsmesesame on Instagram

Articles of note:

https://theculturetrip.com/north-america/usa/articles/why-do-so-many-people-disappear-from-national-parks/

https://www.fs.fed.us/visit/know-before-you-go/if-you-get-lost

Pictures from Google/public, complied with fair use act

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Down on Main Street…Part 7…I Don’t Wanna go Down In the Basement…

There were a few hot spots in our house I especially didn’t like – the hallway by my mother’s bedroom, her actual bedroom, and the front hallway. They were all to be avoided whenever possible. Just thinking about the basement in that house gives me the creepy crawlies. Full on nightmare material I’m telling you.

I recently purchased my own home, do you want to know what it doesn’t have? A basement, that’s what. I’ll take my chances with the tornadoes of the world. The lack of a basement was one of the things I liked best about the house. The realtor was like, “You probably won’t like this, but it’s just a slab.” Well then, pop the champagne, I’m buying a house today!

I don’t want to go down in the basement…

On Main Street there was a huge basement and the only way to avoid being close to it when you came and went was to go through the front hallway. Well I didn’t like that vibe either. For some reason there were always hornets there (which I got stung by many times). So the basement it was.

There’s something down there…

I can’t describe the feeling of walking through, or passing by the door of the basement any better then by saying, pure terror. I’m talking, break out in sweats, wide eyed terror. I have no idea what could have ever happened down there that could have been so bad. Whatever it was, it left an echo or evil stain on it for the rest of eternity. By the way, one second in that basement actually felt like an eternity. My sisters and I were all terrified of it. I never actually saw anything odd down there. I don’t think James Brolin is walled in there but you never know. And even though we didn’t see anything, we felt something menacing down there watching us, and we always thought if we stood still in there long enough whatever it was would grab us.

I don’t want to go…

I can’t talk about the basement and the staircases without talking about something that I always kept secret. I was young and I thought maybe I was losing my mind. I was afraid to tell anyone, even my family and we shared everything.

Some days I would walk to the top of the stairs and then the next thing I knew I was at the bottom by the basement door and outside door. I was always panicked at first because I didn’t remember coming down, and what if I fell? But I would remember a sensation of floating down them and I definitely knew I didn’t walk down them on my own. Some days I would stand up top and wait and see if I would float down, like a game. Later, when I was in my tweens, I never felt that again. And I wondered, did they jump into me trying to find a way to get outside of that house? All I knew was no one said anything about it happening to them so I wasn’t saying a peep.

About a decade ago, give or take, my sister’s and I were having dinner and chatting away. The Main Street house came up, as it often did, and my sister said she had something happen to her there that she never talked about before. Well we were all ears. She started to explain how she felt like some days she floated down the steps and my other sister said “You too?!” And then we realized we couldn’t all be having the same hallucination, we must all have actually experienced this.

Here’s one sister’s account of “floating” down the stairs…

“So, some of the times that I came home…and actually sometimes when leaving the house…I would get the feeling that I floated up the stairs (or down depending which direction I was going). And I wouldn’t know really how I got to the top or the bottom. It was surreal. This was just the crazy leading to crazier.”

Here’s my oldest sister’s experience…

“I didn’t like anything about that entrance. At the bottom, to the left of the stairs, was the entrance to the terrible basement, at the top was the door to our kitchen. Not exactly at the top, though. the door was around a blind corner, and you never knew if you were going to run into whoever was always turning the doorknob. The staircase itself was…mysterious.  For a good chunk of my childhood I had many trips down the stairs (it only happened to me when going down the steps, never up) that I had no memory of walking. I’d be at the top, have a brief sensation of falling, and then floating. My brain would be all foggy, like when your under a mild anesthesia. Suddenly, I’d be at the bottom of the stairs, wide awake,  hand on the doorknob to exit.  And I’d be SCARED, because I knew something wrong was happening, but I had no way to make it stop and no way to PROVE it was happening.  So, I said absolutely nothing about it, until I mentioned it at dinner one evening, ten or so years ago…

I don’t want to go down in the basement…

What did the spirits want with us, with our body? Why only float us on the staircase? (I should mention I only floated down). Were they trying to get out of the house, and when we got to the door they realized they couldn’t leave? I can’t believe all these years as adults who understand and believe in hauntings we never told each other. I truly thought I was crazy. I’m amazed I can share this with everyone now. I’m learning it doesn’t matter if you think I’m a silly, crazy girl at the end of this story, because what’s important is getting it out of my system. There just may be a person (or a family) like ours that needs to know they are not crazy. Isn’t that why most of us in this paranormal world are here? We want to understand what we went through, we want to help those living through it now, and we want to show the world we aren’t crazy, we are not alone in this.

I truly hope this helps some young girl or boy. If you’re reading this, you are not alone and you are not crazy. I believe you. If you can have ghost encounter PTSD, then I have it. I’m a night owl who barely sleeps at all, and I need a light and noise to not be afraid to close my eyes. And unless my sisters and I had shared hallucinations, then spirits are real, very real, and hopefully they aren’t in your home right now…

To be continued…

Song lyrics are from, I Don’t Want to go Down to the Basement by The Ramones

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