In 2008, me and a friend ran across one in Pine Hall, NC at dusk while we were riding dirt bikes. It crossed a 12-foot road in a single stride. Its hair was brownish, and we could see its head towering over a tree that stood about seven and a half feet tall.

There was a whole family of them that seemed to migrate through the area around the same time every year. Because our house had just been built, we were able to get clear footprints in the fresh dirt. We also heard the Ohio howl and plenty of tree knocks during that period.

When we actually saw the creature, we had to turn around and ride back through the same spot to get home. The hair stood up on our arm and you could feel that you were being watched. With all the wildlife ponds and creeks around, we always believed that’s why they liked our location.

I have some friends who in the last 5 years moved to Union Mills, NC…in western NC, about 50 miles east of Asheville, in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. This is their dream retirement home on acreage. A big part of their dream was to have room for their horses to roam and graze their own pastureland. Their place is beautiful! I’m closest with the wife, who knew I had an interest in Sasquatch, that I’d had an experience long ago as a kid. I can’t remember exactly how this revealing conversation between the two of us came up, …if I asked her directly, or if she volunteered the info, I think I asked her if they’d had any Sasquatch activity as their woods looked so dense in photos she’d shared….but one day she told me she knew they “have them on their property and on their neighbor’s”. Their acreage backs up to a huge multi-hundred-acre property privately owned. That owner is not at his property full time, but leases it out to hunters…so my friends do hear hunting activity. Her husband is often away for weeks at a time for business and she is home alone, takes care of their animals. Their driveway is a long one leading from the main street up to their house, about a 1/4 mile. She usually walks the driveway for exercise to go retrieve mail at the street-side mailbox. She told me that one late afternoon she had gone for the mail and was walking back to the house when she heard something paralleling her in the thick woods that border the driveway. When she stopped, it stopped. When she continued walking, so did it. Looking into the trees she saw two glowing red eyes. Then a large dark figure jumped across the road in front of her, it was too dark to see it well. It screamed a horrific scream like nothing she’d ever heard before. She quickly walked home, afraid to run. She told her husband who had had a similar encounter while also walking to get the mail, when they first bought the house and he moved there first to get the house ready for her. His encounter frightened him so badly, he’d heard a similar scream, that he called her and told her to stay on the line with him till he got back to the house, in case he didn’t return. They both now never go out at late afternoon into night. They never venture into their own woods. And they now board their horses at a facility in-town, away from forest for the horses’ safety. They still live there, have put up electric fencing. They don’t like to talk about it….

I’m in the foothills of western N.C they are strange things around here . I see things on my property that I can’t explain . My daughter and her husband saw a dog man late one night crossing the road , it still terrifies them when they talk about it.

My younger brother and my sister law rented a cabin for a week in Cherokee, North Carolina. They invited us to stay with them. We heard a lot of very loud howls or growls. They were long and loud. We could feel it in our chest. Whatever it was, was close. We never saw what it was. This was in June of 2022 after our dad passed away. I would like to go back there again. Beautiful views.

I live in Wilkesboro. When I was around 7 or 8 years old, my grandma and I were walking down a road to get some mountain spring water. It was in a valley, and there was a cow pasture nearby.
In the middle of the pasture stood what I guess people would call Bigfoot. It had its back turned to us. My grandma picked me up and ran to the next house, the only other house on that road besides her mother’s.
I don’t know what I saw. I was little but I still remember it.

Must had been around 2003 me and some friends camped on an island on a river In Madison co. NC. I got there a day ahead of the group, hired a shuttle and spent the night there by myself. Just before sunset slightly odd things happened but what got my attention was right before dawn I hear this crackle crunch sound that just kept on. Got out of the tent and walked around where the sound came from but didnt see anything.

Back in the 70’s a friend at work said he saw a bigfoot just north of highway 64 along Caraway Creek. It was not a highly populated area then. Since then it has become more populated, and they have apparently moved more southerly into Uwharrie National Forest. It was weird to me that someone would report one when they were not as well known.

1982 in Brasstown,the population was under 1,000, Back then we had no neighbors for miles but just woods, a dirt road, and quiet country living. I was 11 years old, and what I saw that day changed my life forever. It changed my grandparents’ lives too. Our whole understanding of the world flipped upside down. Until someone actually sees something like that for themselves, they can’t truly grasp the reality of it.

It started when I was walking through the woods behind my grandparents’ place. I heard something, either it jumped from a tree and hit the ground, or it stomped the ground hard on purpose. Whatever it was, that sound froze me in my tracks. I looked around, trying to figure out where it came from. Then I saw it.

Not the whole thing just an elbow. But that alone was enough. It had hair hanging off it, about four inches long. It was like it didn’t realize I could see its arm from behind the tree. The second I tried to move to get a better look, it took off crashing through the brush like a bulldozer. The power behind it was unreal. Before I could even process what was happening, it was up a small hill and gone. I never saw the full body but just that arm, and the destruction it left behind.

I ran straight back to my grandparents’ house, out of breath and terrified. My grandpa told me it must’ve been a bear. But I knew better. I convinced him to come look anyway. When we got back to the spot, we saw broken trees eight inches around snapped like twigs. My grandpa just stood there staring, then quietly said again that it was a bear. But when we got home and my grandma asked what I saw, I pressed my ear to the wall and listened. I heard him tell her, in a low voice, that whatever was out there wasn’t a bear.

That was the day it all started for me way back in the woods of Brasstown. Someone mentioned they were from Murphy, and that brought it all back. Murphy was the town we’d go to because Brasstown was just that small. If you lived out there back then, you know how wild and untouched those mountains were… and still are in places.

I was raised in Mayodan NC in Rockingham County. I believe in Bigfoot and I think I may have seen one driving back from Danbury NC . I saw something big and black run across the road at around 10pm one night. It was a BF or a bear running on two legs across a road in Danbury.

I’m originally from the low country of South Carolina but in 2018 i was in Spartanburg, SC. i ventured off in the woods right outside of the city of Spartanburg and begin seeing weird stick patterns all over the ground. About this time an odd feeling of being watched came over me, fear engulfed me. i never saw anything but on the way out of those woods i felt something just staring a hole in me. I’ve never felt that since!