Bigfoot or Werewolf

"Summer of 2006, I was riding my brother's bike around our lake," writes Rory. "I live in Indiana, where we only have the common whitetail deer, rabbit, quail, and on occasion a pack of feral coyotes. I was winding around the corner of my house, when I came to a screeching halt, having the eerie innervation of eyes prodding me. Now, naturally, I froze and steadily turned to confront the sensation. My bike is turned on the ground, and I'm standing there, staring into the eyes of this creature. It stood on two forelegs, it's coat full of black hairs...." What was it that Rory saw? Read the rest of his story.