I live in Moore County and have a recording of something that comes through the woods from time to time that freaks out all the animals in the forest. It has such a guttural sounding scream. I live in the forest of the Carthage/West End area.

i live in the Asheville. area. i have hunted and fished in Madison and other counties around here since i was a small child. although i have never laid eyes on this creature, make no mistake about it, he is very real.!!! i have had over the course of my life, fishing the French broad river, not one, but several encounters with this creature. The first was in an area around a place called stack house when i was a young man. We were camping on the river and fishing when it came to visit late one night. and he made his self-known by rock throwing, growling and the worst smell i have ever smelled in my 54 years of life. Although everyone in the camp was armed, no one was quick to challenge it, although we all knew it was there. We never spoke of it again. Then several years later, about a mile up river from the town of hot springs, which is very close to the first run in, we were fishing a stretch of river known as deep water trestle. again, late at night it came calling, this time it seemed to be upset about something, as it threw rocks at us for about 20 minutes from a high cliff covered with trees that we were camped at. finally, it seemed to be gone as quickly and quietly as it had came. I can tell you this, this creature is not dumb, by any means. These are not the only run ins i have had with this un friendly beast, but i will save them for another time. all of which have happened along the French broad river between Asheville and hot springs. I cannot help but wonder if they live here all the time, or just pass through on their way from one place to another.

My friends live in the deep woods of NC. The land they live on has always felt very “off”. You do NOT want to be on that property by yourself. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night. Me and multiple people have seen this same “creature” It is tall, skinny, pale in color, and has white antlers. It hides behind trees and seems to blend in with the tree line. When we see it, it is always at night. It also makes you feel dread when you see it. In the woods around this house, it is almost like everything is either dead silent, or too much sounds at once (like rustling in the trees, leaves being stepped on, etc.) Out of all of the times we have seen this creature, we can only compare it to a mix of a hide-behind and a wendigo.

The other thing is that we feel that whatever this creature is, is influencing us from inside the house as well. The front door they have a glass window in the middle of it, which is opaque. You can’t see through it perfectly, but you can tell if someone/something is outside. Anyways, we have all been too scared to open the door when this happens, but sometimes in the middle of the night, we can see something white moving quickly in front of the front door from inside. We also hear footsteps on the other side of the house among other issues. I’m wondering if this is from this same creature influencing the inside of the house?

Anyways this thing is really freaking us out, but when we try looking up things like this, we cannot find anything similar at all.

I was driving down the road one night when I suddenly heard a heavy thud, like something had fallen out of a tree. Before I could react, a large figure darted across the road right in front of my headlights. I immediately slowed down. At first, I thought it might’ve been a dog, but it was far too big and it definitely wasn’t a bear, because whatever it was, it was running on two legs.

I eased to a stop and looked into the woods. That’s when I heard a deep, low rumbling growl followed by a strange, almost laughing screech. The sound sent a chill through me, so I started driving again, slowly, maybe 20–30 mph, scanning the trees for whatever had crossed the road seconds earlier. And then I saw it. It was running through the woods beside me, keeping pace with the car. This thing had to be at least 6½ to 7 feet tall, and it moved incredibly fast, weaving through the trees like they were nothing. As I kept driving, I could swear I heard it panting close enough that I knew it couldn’t have been far from my window.

That’s when panic hit. I floored it, pushing the car up to speed as fast as I could, finally leaving the creature behind.

To this day, I still get uneasy every time I drive down that stretch of road at night.

I’m from Sumter, and I’ve both seen and heard them. One night I heard a howl coming from the wood line behind my place. I went outside to throw some scraps out for the dogs, and the closer I got, the louder the howl became. It scared me so badly that I literally threw the food up in the air and was back inside the house before it even hit the ground. Fastest I’ve ever moved in my life!

I went backpack camping for a few days with my dad about 8 years ago. It was my only visit to uwharrie so I’m not especially familiar with the trails or anything. But one of the nights we decided to go off trail for a couple of miles (keep in mind we didn’t see a single human the entire day on trail or off). We setup our camp probably 15 feet from the edge of a waterway. Looking at the map it must’ve been Pee Dee River? I was 13 at the time and I was obsessed with Bigfoot already so I was unnecessarily obsessed with looking for evidence. The whole weekend we passed several odd looking contorted trees as you described. And my skeptical dad always chalked it up to people. Well the night we spent next to the water, at about 3 in the morning in our 2 person tent I was waken up by loud noise coming from the water. Like splashing or something, my initial thought was a large bird but I wasn’t sure if we had native birds like that. But after a couple of minutes of hearing it was clearly not a bird. I was terrified and woke my dad up (since he was the one with the gun) and told him to listen. It sounded like something bipedal coming out of the water. It was taking individual steps. It sounded exactly like a person walking up out of a pool. The water was dripping off of whatever it was it definitely sounded like I could hear the slosh of water as the thighs or whatever it was walked out of the water. If I close my eyes and picture hearing a person walk up and out of a pool with water dripping off their trunks. It sounded identical to that. Well, It walked within 5 or so feet next to our tent and up the hillside. we heard branches snapping and twigs and leaves breaking as it went off into the wilderness. In the morning we saw a clear trail of broken twisted saplings that it must’ve been breaking as it went off. It looked like something big plowed through there. But if I had to guess it wanted us to be well aware of its presence. To this day my dad says it was definitely something on 2 feet and he doesn’t know what it was. But it was either a person swimming at 2 am in the middle of nowhere and they wandered straight off into the woods after leaving the water. Or it was something else on 2 legs. He won’t admit it was Bigfoot but I definitely think it was. There’s no logical explanation for anything else other than a crazy person.

This is honestly a true story. Growing up in the city of Brookyn NY, I never even thought twice about Bigfoot. I always thought the stories people told were fabrications. I also thought the stories were made up because I never seen any black people telling the stories. Guess what I’m that black person telling the story so I know Bigfoot exist from my own personal experience.

One day I was driving my tiny ford focus with my husband sitting on the passenger side. We live in a small town in eastern North Carolina, about an hour from the beaches. We were traveling on a road that is less populated by houses and people. In the flash of an instance moment that seemed like it was in slow motion but really wasn’t it all happened. I looked to my left and there was the biggest and hairest human like creature I had ever seen in my life as I tried to slow down and get my phone to take a picture, he was gone. In less time that it takes to blink your eyes the manly like creature was gone all we could see was smoke, which actually was the dust that he had left as he hauled ass.

I tried to tell myself that it was bear standing on his hind legs. There is no way I could believe the lie I was trying to tell myself. He was a dirty dark brown color. I know for a fact that there are no brown bears in North Carolina. We only have black bears here. He wasn’t as thick as a bear would be standing up he looked like a giant hairy man.

This is my encounter with Bigfoot in eastern North Carolina. Yes they do exist and are real from a black women that never believed in him.

It was the early morning of April 24, 2007 somewhere around 3:30 to 3:45 a.m. I was getting ready for work, and after getting dressed, I took my dog outside for his usual morning walk. The air was unusually cool, and the entire world felt still. No wind, no animals, no sounds at all.

My dog has the same routine every morning: step out the door, walk to the end of the driveway, and do his business. But that morning, as he approached the end of the driveway, he suddenly stopped and began growling at the treeline in front of the house. He had never done anything like that before, so he immediately had my full attention.

I stood there for about a minute, staring into the darkness, trying to make out what he saw. When I finally turned to head back toward the house with him at my side, it happened.

A bone-chilling howl split the silence followed instantly by the sound of wood being struck against a tree. The noises were so close it felt like they were only a few feet away. I spun toward the tree line, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw something standing beside one of the tall trees. It was only a quick glimpse, but enough to make the hairs on my neck stand up. I waited for another sign of movement, but the woods went silent again.

Back inside, I finished getting ready for work. When I stepped out again to walk to my SUV, I heard the unmistakable sound of twigs snapping footsteps. Something was moving out there.

After I got into my vehicle and put it in reverse, I could have sworn I saw something large and dark walking along the fenceline, then cutting up the adjoining driveway, circling around the pond that connects our two properties.

When I came home for lunch later that day, I noticed an area of disturbed leaves exactly where I thought I had seen and heard whatever it was. Something big had definitely been there.

To this day, my dog still refuses to go to the edge of the driveway unless I’m right beside him.

It happened on my family’s farmland about five miles east on Courtney- Huntsville Road, just off Highway 601. I haven’t told many people over the years because there are so many non-believers, but this has stayed with me.

It was 1976, and I was 15 years old. Snow covered the ground, and a couple of friends and I were out sledding on my dad’s farm. It was around 7:30 that night. We had built a fire at the bottom of the hill, and after one trip down, we were walking back up when we suddenly heard a lot of noise and commotion off to the right just outside the reach of the firelight.

Whatever it was, it sounded big, and we didn’t stick around to find out. I ran as fast as I could to the house and told my parents what we’d heard. The next day, we went back to look for signs. That’s when we found the tracks.

In the snow were prints at least 18 inches long and 5 to 6 inches wide. There was no mistaking what had stood at the bottom of that hill watching us. The tracks came out of the nearby woods, stopped near the fire, and then returned the same way they came in. We never actually saw the creature that night we only heard it but the tracks told the rest of the story.

It’s been almost 30 years now, and I haven’t seen or heard anything like that since.

South of Chesnee, S.C. about 1/2 mile from the nearest road.

Years ago, my brother, two cousins and I were at a creek near my father’s place of business when we decided to go swimming. After 20 or thirty minutes of this, I decided to lie on the sand about 20 yards from the creek bank. All of a sudden, my three companions came running by me and told me to “get up and run!” I did this, but I looked back at the creek. All I could make out was a large, hairy figure leaning on a large tree trunk beside the creek. We ran for a couple hundred yards and up a very steep bank to get away from this creature. This bank was a support for a railroad track and was nearly straight up for about 50 feet. It was lined with pine trees about twelve feet tall. When we reached the top of the bank we thought that we were safe. Not so! We heard what sounded like a horse running towards us. Whatever it was started up the embankment at a high rate of speed. It pushed the pine trees out of the way. It had to be extremely strong to move them the way that it did. We had no option except to jump on the other side of the hill into briars and vines and “run for our lives.” We told our dad, but after looking at the area, he decided not to contact the police. My brother said it was large and hairy. He said that it looked like pictures in books that we had seen. I have told this story for years. I still get chills thinking about this experience!