In 1995, two men were in a heavily wooded area off Buck Creek Road, working together to construct a deer stand. One man was positioned high in a large tree, hammering boards into place, while the other remained on the ground, using a rope to lift the boards up to him.

As they worked, they began hearing strange sounds coming from the woods above them. According to the witness, the sounds were deep and resembled a cough or a series of low, guttural noises.

Shortly afterward, the men noticed trees shaking violently in the same general area from which the sounds appeared to be coming. They believed that whatever was making the noises was moving through the woods and physically disturbing the trees as it passed.

Alarmed by what they were hearing and seeing, the man in the tree quickly began climbing down, reportedly nearly falling in his haste. Once he reached the ground, both men abandoned their work and hurried out of the area.

As they made their way through the woods, they continued hearing what they believed was the creature following them for some distance. Despite the sounds and the movement of the trees, neither man ever actually saw the animal or creature they believed was responsible.

The experience frightened them enough that they never returned to the location. They reportedly left their hammer and rope behind, still in or near the tree where they had been working.

I was driving home to Columbia from Georgetown on Highway 521, between Andrews and Manning, South Carolina, at approximately midnight when I saw what initially appeared to be a small fox running along the right side of the road. The animal crossed the highway, followed almost immediately by a much larger, dark, shaggy figure.

I was traveling approximately 60 mph and had to swerve slightly to avoid hitting the figure. It appeared to be standing upright on two legs and was approximately 6–7 feet tall, with a slender, human-like build. Its hair appeared reddish-auburn, somewhat matted, and not particularly long.

The figure crossed the highway from right to left in what appeared to be a long leap, landing near the left lane before taking another stride into the woods. As it crossed the road, it appeared to turn its head toward my vehicle. At that moment, I saw two amber-colored eyes reflecting the light from my headlights.

Shortly before seeing the figure, I noticed an extremely strong odor resembling a dead animal or something similar to gangrene.

My initial thought was that the figure might be a bear. However, its upright posture, slender build, and manner of movement did not appear bear-like to me. The entire encounter lasted only a few seconds, making it difficult to observe the figure in detail, but the experience was unmistakable and frightening.

I don’t know what I saw. I can only describe what I observed: a large, fast-moving, dark, shaggy figure that appeared to be approximately 6–7 feet tall, moved upright on two legs, and crossed the highway in a long, rapid leap. The encounter left me frightened and shaken for the remainder of my drive home.

This sighting came from Peniel Road as we were traveling north into Columbus, NC. in the early afternoon. Bigfoot was walking thru a grassy area about 150’ from Peniel Rd. He didn’t seem to be in a big hurry. We couldn’t get the car stopped quick enough to take photos.
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My young daughter and I arrived late in the Outer Banks of North Carolina for our vacation rental. I was trying to find the real estate office where we were supposed to pick up the keys, but I couldn’t locate it for quite some time. The office was actually just a small cottage set far back from the road, making it very easy to miss.

I drove back and forth along the same stretch of road several times, trying to find it. Then, suddenly, a dogman stepped out in front of our car and completely blocked our path.

Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but I got a very clear look at it. It was less than ten feet away from me. I know what I saw.

The entire road trip had felt strange from the very beginning, and this encounter only made the whole experience even more unsettling. From start to finish, there was something undeniably weird about that trip.

A few weeks ago, shortly after I moved down here with my girlfriend, we were out on lake norman riding a jet ski when we both saw a large body come up to the surface. It was dark and shiny in some spots, and it looked like it had to be at least 14 feet long.

I immediately hauled ass past it and stopped a good distance away. We were both scared to death. I looked at her and said, “Did you see that thing?” We both saw it, and ever since then, she’s been too scared to swim there.

As for me, I’m incredibly curious about what we saw. I really hope more details come out about this, and maybe someday there will be pictures or actual proof of whatever this beast was!

My best friend and I were returning from Cherokee, North Carolina. We had originally planned to spend the night there, but we didn’t really like the new casino they had opened, so we decided that instead of staying in Cherokee, we would just come back home.

I was driving somewhere on a highway between Walhalla and Westminster when I saw something crossing the road. It was at the extreme range of my headlights. The reason it caught my attention was that it just didn’t look like a normal animal crossing the road. I immediately slowed down.

My first thought was that it was a wounded animal because of the way it was moving. I put on the brakes and slowed down, which got my friend’s attention. She sat up and looked ahead too.

By the time we reached it, whatever it was had already crossed the road and stopped on the bank on the passenger side of the car. It was just standing there, looking at us as I drove past.

We were doing about 45 or 50 miles per hour. Normally, on that highway at that time of the morning, I could have been doing 60 because it was such an open, straight stretch of road. But because I thought it might be a wounded animal, I had slowed down.

For a few minutes after we passed it, neither of us said anything. Finally, I looked over at my friend, and she looked at me. We both said, “What the heck was that?”

My friend wanted me to turn around and go back. She wanted to take another look and see if we could figure out what it was. But, honestly, based on what I had seen, and the fact that I had no idea what it was, I wasn’t going back.

I was doing some backcountry camping in the Nantahala area. After setting up camp, I decided to head out and hike some of the trails in the area. I always bring a pair of binoculars with me when I’m outdoors, just in case I have an opportunity to observe wildlife.

About halfway through my hike, I reached a high point overlooking the Snowbird Mountain Range. As I looked down into the area below, I caught a glimpse of what I initially thought was a black bear. It was approximately 500–600 yards away and moving away from me at a slow, steady pace.

I raised my binoculars to get a better look, and that’s when I realized it wasn’t a bear.

The creature was definitely walking upright. It appeared to be moving in a semi-erect position, taking long strides as it traveled through the area. Its body appeared to be covered in dark brown to almost black fur.

Because of the distance, and because the creature was moving away from me, I couldn’t accurately determine its height. At one point, however, it stopped and remained stationary for approximately 30 seconds. From the angle at which I was viewing it, it appeared to be looking upward toward the sky.

After standing there for a short time, it continued on and eventually disappeared into the woods.

I remained unsettled by what I had seen. I returned to my campsite, packed up my tent and gear, and decided to leave the area.

I have always been very interested in reptiles and amphibians, so while on vacation I visited the Green Swamp area of North Carolina with my sister, who lives in Wilmington. We went there hoping to find some of the usual wildlife found in the area like snakes, alligators, and other herpetofauna.

The weather was beginning to deteriorate, as Hurricane Dennis was moving in, but we decided to visit one last spot before heading home. We turned onto a side road with a path that wound deep into the woods. I drove as far up the path as I could until the car could go no farther. My sister, my nephew, and I got out and began looking around for wildlife.

All of a sudden, we came across a set of footprints in the mud. They were enormous, barefoot, humanoid footprints. Alongside them were another set of strange-looking tracks. These prints appeared to have three toes, with the toes resembling claws. Both types of tracks were on the same path and in the same general area.

A few minutes passed, and then my nephew said that he was getting scared. I had also begun to feel as though we were being watched. At that moment, my sister asked, “Who is that whistling at us?”

We could hear a very high-pitched whistle that sounded somewhat like a man whistling for his dog, except that each whistle was drawn out over a long interval.

After my sister and I heard the high-pitched whistling, something very strange happened. All of the birds and insects seemed to stop making noise completely. The woods became unusually quiet.

We decided it was time to head back to the car.

When we reached the vehicle, we found fresh footprints around it, the same large, barefoot prints we had seen earlier. They had not been there when we arrived. At that point, all three of us were thoroughly spooked, and we left the area pretty quickly.

I also noticed a second set of smaller footprints that appeared to resemble a human’s bare foot. I wondered whether they could have been made by a younger version of whatever had made the larger tracks. I couldn’t understand why a person would be walking barefoot in the middle of a swamp, especially under those conditions.

The other tracks, the three-toed ones, were what bothered me the most. At first, I wondered if they might have been bear tracks, but I was told that bears did not live in the Green Swamp area. In addition, the tracks appeared to have only three toes, or claw-like impressions, which did not seem consistent with a bear.

The weather that day was warm, windy, and drizzly. Later that night, the Wilmington area experienced winds of approximately 80 mph as Hurricane Dennis passed through.

To this day, I still don’t know what made those footprints or what was responsible for the whistling we heard. I only know what my family and I saw and experienced that day in the Green Swamp.

It was around dusk when I went out to my father’s truck. I was about fifteen years old at the time. My neighbor was with me, and we were standing there talking. Everything seemed completely normal—until it wasn’t.

Suddenly, everything went deathly silent. The silence itself was enough to frighten me. It felt similar to the eerie calm before a tornado, but somehow much worse, as if something was present that wasn’t supposed to be there.

Although it was still fairly bright outside, there was a strange dimness hanging over the area when we saw it. A stark white creature emerged from my neighbor’s house across the street. At the same time, another neighbor’s dogs, which were inside a fenced yard, had retreated beneath an old Jeep and were hiding.

The creature appeared to be around six or seven feet tall. It had a canine appearance but also possessed ape-like qualities. Its head reminded me of a dog—or perhaps a raccoon—and its eyes glowed a disturbing red.

It moved quickly, running past the fenced yard and even scuffing the fence at one point. Then it crossed the street, passed near the trees in my yard, ran by my house, and disappeared into the field beyond. We assumed it continued on toward the woods near the church.

I was wade fishing the South Fork of the New River near Glendale Springs on Tuesday evening when I heard a deep, loud snort coming from the mountainside to my left. I carefully scanned the heavily wooded area but could not see anything.

As I continued wading upriver and fishing, however, I became aware that something large on the mountainside appeared to be following me. I heard a couple of large limbs break, as though a heavy animal had stepped on them or possibly broken them from a tree. A few minutes later, I exited the river and walked back to my rental house, which was located on the opposite side of the river.

The following afternoon, Wednesday, July 19, while fishing in the same area, I heard what sounded like rapid, heavy tapping or knocking coming from the same general area on the mountainside. It sounded as though something was repeatedly striking or knocking on a large piece of wood, possibly a dead tree. The speed and rhythm of the tapping were very similar to the sound of a woodpecker, but the tone was much deeper and heavier than anything I would expect from a woodpecker.

Then, on Thursday, July 20, at approximately 9:15 p.m., I was watching television when I heard a howling sound in the distance. I stepped out onto the porch to listen more closely. I estimated the sound was approximately one-half to one mile away, although I could be somewhat off in that estimate because of the mountainous terrain and the noise of the river directly in front of the house.

The howling continued for approximately three to four minutes and consisted of a series of long, high-pitched howls. The sound did not seem canine in nature and did not resemble anything else I had ever heard before. What also struck me as unusual was that there were no answering barks, howls, or other sounds from any local dogs or other animals.