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Bigfoot Close Call
One night at 11:00 p.m., a friend and I were going to a hiking trail and I parked on the side of the road. I got out and started on the trail. About 100 yards up the trail I heard some sounds that were like branches cracking. I stopped and got the flash light out and listened for a moment. I didn't hear anything, so I turned the flashlight on and looked toward the noise. Nothing. My friend and I were a little scared, but we kept on going. I heard the noise again and turned on the flashlight - and there was a hairy man about eight feet tall! It was a Bigfoot! It was holding on to a tree leaning out from behind it. My friend sneezed and it quickly pulled it self behind the tree. It slowly leaned back out. We were extremely scared. We slowly walked backward and turned off the flash light so maybe it would go away. Then we heard the noise again. I turned the flashlight back on and it was a little closer! So we kept it on and walked back wards, hoping it wouldn't come after us. Then my friend started going faster. I didn't want to get left behind, so I sped up. We started going faster and faster. We turned around and ran. We got in the car and started it. Then the creature took off toward us! I floored the gas pedal and peeled out just before the Bigfoot reached the car - and we got away just in time.
- Ernie H.

The Evil in My House
I'm a 40 year old professional and mother. My husband and I bought this house last June, but we had moved in the first of April. When we first looked at it, it was exactly what we were looking for - solidly built but needing a facelift. The house is located on top of a hill in the middle of one acre in rural south central Arkansas, and my husband and I both work in the nearby city. The second time we looked at the house, I got an awful feeling in the master bedroom: I felt watched by something angry. The house was occupied by a young mother (she was renting) and she used the den for a bedroom and the master bedroom and bath were obviously unused. When I walked into the master bath, it became obvious why. The walk-in closet is located in the bathroom and hate just radiated from it. I'm usually pretty practical, but even after we moved in, I used the closets in the kids' rooms and wouldn't go near ours. Something in there hated me, us, everything.

I was waking up between 4:20 and 4:23 every morning and I could smell fresh cigarette smoke, like someone was in the bedroom with us smoking. I couldn't really read the feeling I got from this entity; it seemed to be just watching and, I think, waiting. Of course all this time things were disappearing and showing up in places that we wouldn't - and sometimes couldn't - have put them. I also heard noises in the attic crawlspace, like something was scooted across the floor, but when we looked up there to do some electrical work it was all rafters and insulation. Before I go into what happened in the early morning hours of Easter, let me describe my children for you. I have a 14-year-old son and four-year-old daughter that are very much alike: imaginative, outgoing and creative. I also have a six-year-old son who is none of these things; he's very practical and literal. Both boys are very close and share a bedroom. They both sleep in a very dark room and have never been bothered by the dark.

Lady in White
I am not one to admit to things that have no logical explanation, but a series of events in the last 10 years of my life had led me to believe otherwise. I live at home with my mother, sister and her son in a house my mother purchased 12 years ago. The first event in a series of many that bewilders me was one night while my sister was away (her son not born yet). My mother and I had just turned in for the night. I heard someone whistling in the hallway. I thought is was my mother, so I thought nothing of it until she knocked on my door and asked it was me. The next instance happened one night when both my sister and I each had a friend stay over. My friend and I slept in the lounge room and my sister and her friend stayed in her room. Just when I was about to close my eyes, I saw a lady in white walk past the doorway between the lounge and hallway. I thought it was my sister or her friend going into the spare room, so I went to see. I found the spare room empty. This was only one way that the person could have gone. I went to their room and asked if either had gotten up and gone for a walk, but they hadn't. I immediately thought that I must have seen headlight reflections from cars through the window, so I stayed up until the next car drove past. Finally, when a car came, its headlights reflected on the wall looked nothing like what I saw. This same white lady has been seen by two of my ex-girlfriends (both of whom left immediately) and my friend (who also left immediately). These sightings have been at various times through the years.
- Michael B.

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