While driving down a lonely country road….
…One time when I was out hiking it was early evening and I began hearing howling/hooting sounds. I initially thought it may be feral dogs, although the sound didn’t match. After it seemed to get closer for a while I stopped to try see what it was….
…At that moment I heard a car approaching. As this entity was in the middle of the oncoming lane I thought “Ok, this is about to be interesting”, however when I looked away from the car and back at the rainbow stick man, it was gone….
…After we unloaded, I was in my tent laying down when I heard fast running and heavy breathing. Being the investigator that I am, I stepped outside my tent. I saw a naked man being chased by at least a 10 ft cryptoid….
…s we watched, the figure sank directly down, like the “person” had sank to his knees, and maybe even collapsed. The weeds in the field it was in were very high, and what we saw would have been from just above the waist, were it a person, but if it WAS a person, that would have made him about 7 feet tall….
…About a month later while starring up at the Night Sky probably about 9:35 p.m., I saw something bouncing around the sky. Then about a month later I awoke around 2:00 a.m. and saw to my right, about 4 FT away, stood a “something”– it was about 5-6 ft tall yellow/tan skin (there was moonlight coming in striking it threw the curtain.)…
…We started to notice these dancing balls of light in the front yard and grenade like light balls that shoot through the backyard. The first day we saw the lights one flew through my right hand and this intense vibration overwhelmed me and I have since developed the ability to draw very well….
…He yelled at me to come see and when I got up to my dad the Bigfoot was scaling a cliff on the opposite side of the road it crossed with ease!…
…Whilst there, they were regaled with the local tale of a “Huge Spectral Dog” that haunts the Hergest Ridge are of the borders of England and Wales….
…The tale of a postal worker being attacking by a mysterious “large cat” in the Kerseley area of Nuneaton was the talk of the school. Within a week said “cat” had garnered several more tails and the story had become evermore gruesome in its nature….