One of the most fascinating aspects in the research of paranormal phenomena is how strange things can really get. Most perplexing is when different types of phenomena overlap. This is sometimes the case with the Bigfoot phenomenon. Some researchers report that there is often something peculiar about sightings of the creature - something ghostlike or alien. Sightings have been linked to UFO phenomena. A trail of Bigfoot footprints sometimes ends abruptly, as if the creature simply vanished into thin air. Such mysteries have led some researchers to speculate that what we know as Bigfoot or Sasquatch could be an interdimensional creature - a being that can move from its dimension to ours at will. That is certainly not a theory that is widely accepted by cryptozoologists, but encounters like the one related by Bill cause one to wonder. This is Bill's story:
My friend Mike and I swore each other to secrecy about that night in 1985. We promised we would never tell anyone whathappened, but since that night, things for both of us seemed to change somehow.
Mike and I used to do what we called "all-nighters": we'd get in the car with some munchies and soda; Mike would bring his guitar and we would drive for at least two or three hours on the back roads of Pennsylvania, out to the middle of no-man's land. Basically, our intent was to drive until we got lost, then switch drivers and find our way home. In our part of Pennsylvania, getting lost in the sticks isn't too hard.
That night was the last day of our sophomore year in high school, so we decided to celebrate with an all-nighter. We loaded up my car and off we went. I was driving out because it was my turn to get us lost. The early summer night was very hot and the sky was clear. Mike was playing some tunes on his guitar, and we were having a great time. I should mention at this point that we were not in the least intoxicated. Mike is diabetic, so liquor was never part of our all-nighters. After about two or two-and-a-half hours of driving, we were pretty well out in nowhere land.
And that's when it happened.
I was at the wheel and turned down a dark road by an old broken-down farm house. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a bang! I hit something! It was just that quick, all happening in an instant. I slammed on the brakes and Mike and I looked at each other. I uttered a few choice words and immediately opened my door to get out of the car. But Mike screamed at me, "Stay in the car! Stay in the car! Let's get the hell outta here! What was that? Let's go!"
Strangely, I was fairly calm, ignoring the fact that there was a bright flash (or whatever it was). I thought I hit some animal. I wanted to get out to see if there was any damage to my car. I did get out and looked around. Mike, meanwhile, was having a fit because we were not buggin' outta there. I looked carefully. No damage to the car, nothing in the road or under the car. Yet I felt strange... like I was being watched.
And just that suddenly I was hit with an overwhelming sense of terror. I had to leave that place and leave it right away.
"Mike, we've got to get out of here NOW!" I said.
Mike was really starting to freak out. "What is it?" he said. "What is it?!"
"I don't know, but we have to move - NOW!"
By this time Mike had already slid over to the driver's side of the car and had it running. I hopped in the passenger seat. Mike turned the car around and floored it.
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