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Family E:  Texas #2

       This site is one hundred and two miles from that of Texas #1, but the two families had never met, or communicated, prior to  these experiences.  The speaker, fifty-four, was chemically poisoned at work in 1993, and has since been on disability.  She currently lives alone in a “flimsy lap-siding house,” though in the 1990s she lived here with a husband and four teenaged daughters.  Before she moved back in late 2007, the house had stood vacant for five years.  Her property and the few properties nearby are surrounded by hundreds of acres of forest.

The late 1990s

       When Bill had the rock fight, we never could figure out who he’d had the rock fight with. so we just kind of dismissed it, and after a period of time it just goes into the non-thinking part of the brain.  This was in 1998.  It was dark out there, there was really no moon, and that area is covered by trees.  What he saw was built much like my little spindly daughter.  I think it started out as he thought maybe she just chunked a rock at him and inadvertently hit him, but it pissed him off.  And so he just reached down and grabbed up a rock and flung one back at her, and hit her, what he thought was her.  It made a sound like someone getting their wind knocked out. 

       Well then they got into this rock fight, and he said it was quick, very agile, in the dark, which he didn’t really understand how she could see where she was going because it was so damn dark.  And being on the run and side-arming rocks and just beaning him time after time.  I was able to look at him later and there were like nine spots on him, because when he’d see the arm move then he’d turn his back to it and it’d get him right in the middle of his back.  He must’ve had eight or nine big ole knots in his back, and a couple on the back of his head, and one on his forehead. 

       Well, he came inside and he was loaded for bear.  He was waiting for her to come in and I said, “What’s going on?” and he said, “I’m waiting...just never mind.”  Then I said, “Well, what’s going on?”  “I’m waiting for Allison.”  I said, “Allison,” and she comes in from the bedroom, and no of course she wasn’t dressed all in black like Ninja Child. 

       At first he started shaking and then he turned white as a sheet, and I thought it was from getting beaned in the head, like he was going into shock.  I thought he’d run into a tree, because he didn’t tell me he’d gotten in a rock fight right away, all I knew was he had a big ole knot on his head.  But then when I started looking at him, you know, you could see a knot on the back of his head, too.  It wasn’t till after the kids settled down for the night and we were laying in bed, and I said, “You wanna talk about it?”  And he said, “Not really.” And I said, “Bill, what’s going on?”  And he said, “Allison never left the bedroom?”  And I said, “Bill, she’s been working on that school paper all evening.”  And he said, “I got in a rock fight.”  And I said, “With who?”  And he said, “Well, I thought it was with Allison.” I said, “Well, who was it?” And he said, “I don’t know, and I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.  I finally got tired of the rock-throwing, I was just gonna chase her down and whoop her butt.”  And he chased her down into the ravine and he couldn’t figure out how she got down there so dang fast.  And where she went.

       “I think they’ve been here all along.  You know, with three teenage girls, and two of them crawling in and out windows and smoking marijuana, and sleeping with boys (those were his two), I was trying to hold down the fort with that, and I was still recovering from being chemical poisoned, and then we had forty heads of milk goat and sixty chickens and thirteen hogs that we were raising from babies and, you know, there was plenty to keep my mind going and my body tired. 

       “So there were a lot of things I would dismiss.  Things being moved outside.  I’d leave a hoe right there leaning against a tree near the garden. I’d go out there the next day to finish up and it’s not there.  And I’d find it out by the goat house hanging in a tree.  And I’d think, Haven’t y’all got something else to do besides mess with my tools?  I wish you girls would just leave shit alone, and so, you know, there was ongoing confusion here.  All the time.  I would get my flower pots and stuff…you know, when you have gardens you’ve always got stuff.  And I put all my flower pots in one area and I’d go back and half of them were gone or moved.  Mostly I’d notice it overnight. 

       Then there was the voice trick.  The girls would be at school and I would hear, “Mom!” from the woods.  And I’d think, That couldn’t be the girls because they’re at school.  But often, you know, it would be so real I would go and check just to see if maybe they got a ride home from school because they were sick?  But we had to sign them out…

       Or they’d be at home and come inside:  “What do you want?” And I’d say, “What are you talking about?”  So you know, these Forest People were imitating me and imitating them.  I think they’d just sit up in the trees or whatever and that was their entertainment.  Watch this one, watch this one.  Like a prank. 

       Back in 1999, my daughter had a teenage girlfriend from Arizona visiting.  Allison and Michelle (the guest) played in the woods for hours on end, making dams in the creek, exploring, climbing trees, etc.  One evening, just before sunset, they came busting out of the woods running as fast as they could go.  I could tell they had been frightened, but they ran right on past those of us sitting on lawn chairs and hid in the bedroom in the closet.  I went in and asked what had happened.  Allison told me they got scared and came home...but told me no more about what had scared them.  I believe it took them a couple of hours to finally open up and tell us that they saw a large bear-type creature come down feet-first out of a tree, land behind a bush, stand up on two feet, then side-step behind a large tree trunk and peek out at them.  Allison said that the creature didn't move like a bear, nor did it have any "ears" like one.  She said she and Michelle had run out of the woods following the well-used path, and the creature followed them, keeping pace—but through the woods to the side of the path.  Once they reached the mowed yard area, the creature stayed behind.  The girls refused to go into the woods after that, and wouldn't remain outdoors when the sun started setting.  After that time, we teased my daughter about her "big, hairy friend" in the woods.  Since none of the rest of us had experienced anything remotely similar, she became the butt of some pretty mean jokes.

From Fall 2007

       The house had stood vacant for five years when I decided to move back by myself.  During this past summer, I came up more and more often and it must have been about the beginning of October I came up and somebody’d taken a big crap in the middle of the living room floor.  It was just disgusting. I’m thinking, What has this person been eating?  I cleaned it up, scrubbed it with Lysol, scrubbed it with bleach, you know, and the smell still was in here for four days. That’s how pungent it was.

       Then I went into the bedroom and it looked like somebody had brought in a big section of rolled hay.  You know how when they bail rolled hay it’s in layers?  This was one layer.  It was about a foot thick by five foot wide and about eight foot long, and it stank hideously, and I thought people around here are using this as a flop house.  But this is what I thought was really bizarre, there was a pile of red surveyors’ ribbons and orange surveyors’ ribbons and different-colored Christmas ribbons and strings and little pieces of wrapping paper.

       When I moved back here, there were twelve windows broken out of the house.  Two of them looked like somebody had jumped through them from the inside. The back windows looked like they’d been Kung Fu kicked out.  And I thought, You know what, that’s a lot of wasted energy, you kids just have too much energy.  Prior to October, some of the windowpanes were broken but the glass was inside the house.  But this glass was broken from the inside and pushed out.  In hindsight, it kind of scares me:  They know the lay-out of the house, too.

       One of the ladies on the habituators’ forum said, “You know what, I bet you they decided this was a good place for them to get out of the weather, and they are rather warm-natured…they probably kicked it out for air circulation.”

       Because the house sat empty for so long they may have thought that I’d left it for them.  So there was like a failure to communicate.

       I had my first sighting on March 2, 2008, about 9:00 am when the dogs started pitching a fit.  It pretty well changed my world as I knew it.  It's one thing to hear about the Bigfoot, it's a whole new world when you actually see one. I got probably a twenty-second viewing of my hairy friend, which was quite enough for a first encounter…

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Family B:  Oklahoma

      The speaker is a Native American woman in her late forties.  She is a medically retired police detective, with a bad back.  Her daughter and grandchildren are frequent visitors. 

1954

       One of my very first memories of a Shadow Person was on a foggy morning. The time of year was early summer.  I was about four years old.  My brothers and I spent hours in the woods near Ma's house.  In those days families didn't worry about kids being taken.  Hours were spent outdoors.

       I recall Ma was cooking breakfast, as I slid out the front door headed for the woods.  The woods were thick with locust trees, grasses, and moss.  This particular morning the fog was thick.  I wanted to see what it looked like in the woods.  As I walked up the road to the entrance, I saw them, all four of them, four tall shadowy figures. They looked like an Indian family. The difference was they were all gray.  The father and mother were standing behind two children. Their faces looked Indian to me, like Ma's. They were the tallest people I had ever seen.  I stopped a few feet in front of them and looked at them.  Their expressions didn't change as they looked back at me.  To this day I still remember it felt like a dream staring at them. They had grayish hair from head to toe.  There was no hair on their faces, hands and the bottoms of their feet.  The hair on their bodies was probably two inches pretty much uniform in length.  It lay flat against their bodies.  The hair on their heads was more ruffled.  As if it needed to be combed.  They stood for probably only seconds. The largest one, the father I assume, turned to his right and walked away with the others following.  They never made a noise.  Everything was muted.  They disappeared into the fog and the woods.

       I walked up to where they had been standing.  I remember wondering why the edge of the bank there was crumbling.   I was never afraid while standing there looking at them. I was more curious than anything else.  I felt lost.

       Then, I turned and ran all the way back to Ma.  When I entered the house I was confused.  I remember telling Ma about them.  She told me those were the Shadow People, leave them be.  She was very adamant never to follow the Shadow People. There was a possibility if you did you would never return.  Ma said that children that did follow them often get lost and confused.

       For several years we ran and played in the woods always under the watchful eye of Ma.  She never allowed us out to play until she checked for signs. She always checked the scents on the wind and the tracks in the sandy road.  Once in a while she would not allow us out to play until late morning.  She never told us exactly why, just wouldn't.

       Over the next few years Ma would occasionally mention the Shadow People. After I, her persistent grandchild, insisted on it, she explained they were ancient people. They didn't bother anyone nor did they want to be bothered.  There were several tribes of them. They were all people, just different than us.  Ma explained they avoided people like us.

       One summer day, Ma called me to her and read me an article from Readers Digest.  This article was about some men that had filmed a Bigfoot.  [The Patterson Film.]  Ma showed me the tiny pictures in the article and told me that was a Shadow Person.  “Never bother them, it’s bad to hurt one,” she told me. “Leave them be.”  They wouldn't hurt me, I should just leave them alone.

        When asked to share with others the knowledge I have obtained over the years, I realize it’s not as easy as it once appeared.  It’s complicated to talk about the Shadow People. Through the years they have been labeled by so many with every imaginable tag—mythical, imaginary, monsters, monkeys, apes, cryptids, hominids and of course unknown primates. There have been many who have chased them, begged and pleaded with them to appear. 

        I do not care if you question my credibility. I do not have to prove who I am or what I am. I have simply agreed to share old and new things. I cannot prove to anyone what I am sharing. You will either believe or not believe. Whatever you decide will be up to you. All photos and video were taken by myself or my family.

        I only care that the Shadow People remain in peace to rear their children and live their lives.  At this moment it appears many wish to murder one or a family for science.  Killing one is murder. These are the ancient people of the world. Call them what you will, they have survived much and adapted to remain in the quiet areas of our world.

        As I grew, every few years my path crossed with the Shadow People. Each time it was a different place, several years apart.  Each one appeared different in color, shape and size. Each one was in an area I would characterize as the fringes of civilization.  Never have I been threatened or harmed.  Each time the Shadow Person was the one who disappeared into the shadows.

        Years back, after relocating my family to a rural area, I discovered that those Shadow People were again close at hand.  They are as interested in us as we are in them.  They will if the opportunity arises peek in your window.  They will stand back and watch you.  They have never approached any member of my family or myself.  I do talk to them.  I always respect the personal space that we each need to maintain our relationship. 

        On many occasions one of the kids will be outside and come running in asking, Did you call me?  I have been working in the gardens or sitting outside and have heard a child's voice call “Mom.”  It sounds just like one of my kids.  This has happened many times over the years when I was home alone. They are known to knock on houses both day and night.  Why they do this is anyone's guess.  I suspect it’s a form of communication, checking for a reaction.

        I will never be able to answer for myself or for others all the questions about these wonderful, gentle creatures.

Summer 2007 

        My nine-month-old grandson Squirt was sitting in the sandbox at the time of “the monkey-chase,” as the kids called it.  He was reaching and laughing at the bushes where they burst out.  It was his behavior that got my attention at first.  He was cooing and laughing as he reached out in that direction.  I thought wow he must see one of the cats.

        A split second later the first one burst out of the brush and ran bouncing across the yard.  I am convinced Squirt had spent several minutes watching the monkey-kids in the edge of the brush.  We call them that because they look like the drawings from the rise of man or the hobbits.

       Actually I knew they were coming around for years.  I just kept it to myself until about five years ago and told my husband and dad.  I finally had good prints to show them.

         It was when I realized that so many want to kill them that I stepped forward and met others who were looking for them.  I believe them to be hominid and not apes. Sorry, that’s the way I was raised.  I have gradually begun sharing things I have seen and heard with others.  It’s hard to learn to trust anyone.  I decided it was time to teach the kids and grandkids the old ways also. As I was taught.

        This summer just brought it all home. My little five-year-old grandson is the one, besides the nine-month-old, who can spot them hiding in the brush when no one else can.  Taking pictures of the areas he says they are in generally shows shadows shaped like humans. I don't want the kids to fear these guys, I want them to learn to respect them.

                But back to the monkey-chase. Just
         before dark, I saw three of them... 

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Family D:  Texas #1

       This is a family of six.   The parents are in their forties, with two grown children and, still living at home, a thirteen-year-old son and their daughter Rachel, who is fifteen. 

         Things have been happening here for twenty-six years.  I think the first episode I remember is being out late one night (about 10:30), feeding some dogs I had in a pen out behind the house.  I was by myself and it was dark.  I believe the weather was a little on the cool side so maybe it was in the fall.  Anyway, as I started to open the gate to give the dogs food, I heard a really low growl and then teeth clicking together.  I've always lived in the country, so really I'm not afraid of being outside after dark by myself.  In fact we grew up playing outside all the time till the early hours of the morning. 

         But these teeth sounds were close and very loud.  It scared me.  It scared me a lot!  I didn't recognize the sounds and had never heard them before, so I just dropped the food and walked very quickly to the house.
         Over the years we’ve had some things disappear as well as heard strange sounds in the woods.  We never really thought much about it, though.  Until Rachel came in one day saying she had seen a bear.  As she described what she saw, I was thinking it sounded like a Bigfoot but was a little skeptical.  I'd never really believed one way or another.  Then when I talked to my oldest son, he mentioned he had just seen one walk in front of his truck on his way home late one night.
         That's when we started searching out sightings on the internet and found the BFRO.  It’s hard to say how frequently things have happened, since we weren't really looking or paying attention to such things.  Since we've been watching for signs, we notice things almost daily.
         Mostly it's just calls in the woods, but sometimes there are close encounters.  They usually show themselves to the younger kids, more than to us grownups.  Our daughter is the main one to see them.  She's actually seen the mom and twin babies!
         If our chronology is accurate, we saw the mom pregnant outside our backdoor early last December.  She was huge and we think her giving birth was imminent.  Then Rachel saw two babies in our pasture that ran for their momma and they were about the size of a mid-size dog.  They ran on all fours, like a chimp runs.
         In terms of “gifts,” yes we do leave things out for them sometimes.  I wouldn't say we do it regularly.  Sometimes when Troy [local BFRO Investigator] is here, he brings food for them.  We especially leave food for Christmas.  They seem to like it.  Usually fruit, pancakes and hot dogs.
         Rachel has show rabbits.  One time, one went missing and a big rock was found in its cage.  So, yes they have left things.  What's really funny though is Rachel had several rabbits die pretty close together (they die pretty easily), and she got tired of burying them (because the dogs kept digging them back up).  So, so left several right in the edge of the woods behind the house.  The next morning we found them on our front porch.  I think that was a hint, they didn't want them on their front porch.
         Troy leaves a bag hanging in the tree over a little ways from our house.  The other day they started calling to us and put the bag in the tree right behind our house...like they wanted us to fill it up again.
         Rachel said the mom she saw was beautiful.  She had very pretty features.  Fine features and very feminine. 
         But she was "zapped" that one day when she was getting close to the babies.  The whole time she felt paralyzed, the mom was cooing to her.  She said she wanted to respond and talk to her, but was unable to move or say anything.  Then when the babies got out of sight the mom turned to walk away.  Rachel followed and called to her asking her to please not go.  She turned to my daughter, looked at her, and then walked into the corn.  (The corn field was full grown at that point in time.)
         I sometimes feel like they are better off than we are because it's so simple.  They just live to be together.  They don't get caught up in the day-to-day struggle of materialistic things we get hung up on.
         Are there stick structures around here?  Oh yes.  In fact, there's basically a village created out of brush and twigs.  It's amazing.  It has several huts that are very clean.  It is our impression that they travel around from place to place within their territory, never staying too long at any one location.  From the calls we know that they are all around us.
         I hate the groups that want to kill one to prove their existence.  What if that was a member of their own family?  How would they feel then.  They obviously care about one another.  They also live in family groups with a mom and dad.

         Rachel is the main one to talk to.  They seem to actually interact with her.  Usually when she's alone out there with the horses.  They really like her.  I'll let you talk to her.  As long as you don't reveal our specifics, it's fine.  It's really not so much a matter of our personal privacy as it is their privacy.  I would feel horrible if something happened to them because I started this whole thing with the BFRO.  We just didn't know much about them in the beginning and now we feel like they are neighbors that are friendly, but like their privacy.  They seem to be so protective of one another and truthfully, that includes Rachel.  They seem to watch over her.  In the beginning we kind of feared they might take her as a pet, but now we know they would never hurt her.

         It's not strange to any of us, to me, my husband, my daughter or my son.  All of us have seen them now.  We just wish we could get some good video.  We've got three cameras up, but honestly, haven't gotten much.  Troy got some good thermal views last year of three watching me and Rachel.  It was on a Sunday about two in the afternoon!  They are here all times of the day and night with no rhyme or reason for the timing.  I mean you can't say, "Well, every Sunday they'll be here," etc.  They just show up when they show up.  It's just that it's pretty often.  I think they feel safe with us because we interact with them through calls and talking.  Then we go and leave them alone. 

         Even a couple of our neighbors know of them and it's common conversation about the big hairy naked people.  But they don't seek out encounters and are not outside that much so don't really interact with them.  However, the Feet walk across their roof as well.  They are always walking on the roof here.  Pretty funny.  Last night someone was banging on the outside of my bedroom.  I didn't get up.  But it was pretty loud.  They knock on the wall, the walk on the roof, I think they may have even jumped on our trampoline before.  One night I heard them walking on the roof and then a stumble and bang bang bang (like they fell off the roof) and I went running out to check on them and they were already gone.

         We live in a junkyard basically and I think it makes the Feet feel safe.  They come around all the time.  In fact Troy brought someone here about a week ago and they went walking in the woods about this time of day and walked up on a napping adult.  It ran off, startled the humans.  Pretty funny.  Of course, he didn't take his camera, ‘cause he didn't think they'd be out.  I keep saying we need to hook up Rachel with a hidden camera and microphone all the time.

From Rachel

            I show rabbits.  One day I had a show, so I had to get up about 4:30 AM or so and had to go outside to get the rabbits.  I had a headlight type thing on my head when I walked outside, the dogs were going crazy and when I looked into the pasture there were four eyes looking back at me, big eyes.  I couldn't figure out what it was so I got closer and closer then my dog barked and they both got up and zipped off into the pasture.  I shined the light over there, and there were two things laying there.  I thought it was maybe a big cat, I couldn’t tell, they had BIG eyes.  They were looking all around and looking right at me.  I was shining the light on them and they were reflecting back.  So I started to walk towards them, and when I did, Zeke nipped one of them, and they both tore off running really fast, so fast I don’t even remember much what happened.  They went straight up under our neighbor’s fence and stood upright and went into the woods, I was like, Oh, that’s what those are.  It was two baby Bigfoots.   I was shocked! 

         And I shined the light back on the cornfield, and I could see them running through the corn, and I was like, I’m going to go get a closer look, so I ran up to the fence, and I get within about six or eight feet of the fence, and Mama walks out, puts her hands on the fence and just looks at me.  I’d seen her a couple times before. She starts making this humming noise?  And I couldn’t move, I was just like stuck there.  I was so scared, couldn’t make a noise, couldn’t do anything.  I was getting really scared, and then she started making like this cooing noise, and then I wasn’t so scared anymore.  I just kind of stared at her for a little bit.  And then, she looked at me and turned around and went back in.  I said to her, “Wait.”  She looked back at me briefly but kept going.  I still went ahead and got my rabbits ready and left.

         She had a very human face, very pretty.  She didn’t have hair on her face either.  Black skin, chocolate black.  More like charcoal.

         But way before that, I was the first in my family to say, "Hey, there are Foots in the woods," and of course no one believed it until my big brother saw one.  They have been there all my life, I just didn't know it.

         I was walking over to my grandmother’s house the first time I saw one, and it was probably about dusk.  It came out of the woods from behind the little house and walked upright towards our house. And then it got on all fours and ran back in.  And I got all freaked out and went and told my mom, “There’s a red bear,” and she wouldn’t believe anything about it.  That was when I was nine or ten.

         So, I got really upset because she wouldn’t believe me.  Then the next time, me and my cousin were outside playing in the dirt, because that’s what we do, and something came stomping through the woods, breaking branches, making all kinds of racket, and we saw something big and reddish brown-black, running through over by the little house.  We got really freaked out and ran inside, and were like, “The bear’s back.”  And she still wouldn’t believe us.

         And so then, like a week later, my big brother was coming down [route name] right over there, and something ran out in front of the car, and he told my mom, “It looked like a bear but I think it was Bigfoot.”  And then she put two and two together…and then she believed it.

         My brother feels as close to them as I do.

         I feel like they are part of my family.  They are always there...