Your True Tales
May 2007 - Page 20
Bigfoot or Werewolf
by Rory
Summer of 2006, it was a pleasant afternoon. The sun was shining, and I was riding my brother's bike around our lake. Now, mind you, I live in the rural areas, with a eight-acre wood, log cabin, field and lake. Also, I live in Indiana, where we only have the common whitetail deer, rabbit, quail, and on occasion a pack of feral coyotes. So it was about 11:30 a.m. or so, and 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 wholly creature. It stood on two forelegs, it's coat full of black hairs, resembling a brown bear, but black. I took note of it's appearance, though I had little time to recollect what I was witnessing. The large beast had dimmed maroon eyes, and we just studied each other for no more than four seconds, before it turned and hightailed it, me still shocked and standing, just watching the evidence pad off to forever existence. I wasn't scared at the moment, just fatigued and chock full of disbelief.
I turned my back and ran to my house, reporting to my pop what I had seen. I drew a picture, but my memory was obscured and I was still shaken up. I want to believe that the thing I saw was big-foot or a werewolf (as ridiculous as this sounds) but nobody ever believes me. And I can offer my trust to my believing friends, when they could just simply be agreeing to support my beliefs. It's been a year since my encounter, and I'm still proud to say that I haven't changed my theory.
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