—trtodd75 We moved closer to the car. It was now nearly dark. About 100 yards from the car, we heard the running again, and we froze. All of a sudden, the forest lit up like noonday. We heard a very loud whoosh, and it was gone. The forest was dark. It was quiet. Dead still. We booked it to the car. Threw our gear in the back seat and drove. I kept my head down and just cried. Dad was stoic and silent. Halfway out of the woods, we saw the light again. Bright as ever. But just for a second. And then, it was gone again. Made it back to Idaho City and stopped at the Gold Mine Grill to regroup. Went inside, and there was another hunter in there. He looked at us and said, ‘Y’all see that shit?’ He just stared and drank." —intensenerd —mcardwell I turn around to tell my sister we’re leaving when I notice something against a tree in the distance a few meters away. I for sure thought it was a bear, and so, I panicked and ran toward my sister to grab her arm and GTFO. As I approached, though, I must have startled this thing because what once was just a mass of indistinguishable brown ‘something’ behind a tree stood up and turned so it was standing profile. I will never, never, ever forget what I saw that day. It is engraved too deeply into my memory that I will carry it with me for the rest of my life. It stood up, and I mean stood up. It had to have been eight feet tall, its face was almost human like, but with ape features. Sloped brow, protruded lips, and the back of its head was flat with a cone-like ship on top like a gorilla. I was frozen with fear, but I wanted desperately to get out of there. I very quietly called to my sister, who was maybe 10 feet away from me at this point, still gathering twigs. “Let’s go. Mom called us back.” I slowly walked over to her, my eyes locked on this thing the entire time. As soon as I grabbed her hand, it fucking looked at me. It looked at me, and I’m getting shivers typing this. Its eyes were narrowed, black, and terrifying. As soon as it all happened, it was over. It ran faster than anything I have ever seen run into the bush, and that was my ordeal over with. To this day, nobody I tell this story to will believe me, but I don’t care. I know I’m not crazy, and I know what I saw. I saw a Sasquatch." —HairlessSasquatch —TheGlobalConspiracy —[deleted] Everyone decided to get the fuck out, and we told our parents. They said that it was the Berggeist, a mountain spirit that protects and lives under the mountains." —[deleted] —onequestiononeanswer —Underdonetoast He was spooked and wanted to leave the park immediately. His wife thought he was being ridiculous, though, and just having an overactive imagination. She had brought a shotgun and insisted that they would be fine if anything happened. So, that night, everything is going fine, until my cousin is awakened by footsteps. His wife is still asleep, but he doesn’t want to wake her. He just tries to keep as still and quiet as possible. A figure approaches the tent. My cousin said he was positioned so that his head was on the corner of the tent. This figure leans down and gently presses its hands around the corner of the tent, so the figure is basically putting its hands around my cousin’s head. I don’t remember how long he said this lasted, but this figure eventually left. My cousin said it smelled like mechanical things, like someone working on a car, although he heard no car. They next morning, everything at the campsite was untouched. No problems at all. My cousin didn’t mention anything about finding footprints. There wasn’t any evidence that someone had been there. He eventually went and researched the area, and discovered that their camping area is supposedly a hotspot for Bigfoot and such. He firmly believes that he saw some kind of Sasquatch. I’m not sure if I believe him; if anything, I always thought it was just a person messing with him. I actually have several other stories, but I didn’t want the post to drag on, and I thought it would be too overwhelming. I swear, I’m just telling you the story my cousin told me, not making anything up." —neckbeardious
