(see earlier post for parts 1 and 2) The encounters at Paull seemed to be intensifying as if this thing was ‘testing’ us. Seeing how far it could go. This particular night we had lots of snow in Hull and the Paull area. By the time we got to our spot down Newlands lane the snow was a couple inches deep at least but it had stopped. My memory is hazy but i believe it was either late 02 or very early 03. Our routine and sightings of ‘it’ had taken over the pool games. Now we didn’t go out for pool as such but more to experience this…whatever it was. Driving down the lane turning round and then pulling over in the passing place on the left had become routine although the snow bound road and countryside gave a different dimension to things. The most obvious being everything was much ‘brighter’ It was cold and very quiet as I let Patch back in the boot. We sat in the car, windows half down having our smokes talking in low voices. Watching the bend in the road ahead carefully, ears pricked for any noise..nothing?? There was no unusual activity.
This is Isabella from the far north, somewhere in Scotland where, if you recall, it appears a family of Bigfoot have become habituated to a locality near my home. For more than a year I’ve observed what I can of their presence, after the alpha male of this clan appeared on the hill above my cottage, making himself known for reasons I’m still trying to figure out.
As you know, it’s become clear that his clan communicate — generally undetected — through bird calls. And what I thought an unusual presence of a huge band of owls in the woods next to my home is actually bigfoot conversing on their travels between the mountains beyond and the river below. And he watches me as well, having made a hidey-hole in the rhododendron shrubbery over the lane, where he can see me at the dining table as I write. It even seems that this bigfoot throws primitive woven stick-toys into the garden for my dog.
There is an Account on the British Bigfoot Map https://drive.google.com/open?id=1s1zOmmdM216PMftPUM9K1qqGrFg&usp=sharing that happened to one of the British Bigfoot Group members and fellow Researcher Shaine Winfrow when he had a very scary experience he still carries with him today:
“When I was 14 years old, I was out in the woods close to home a place we went to all the time, doing the usual boy’s games, and on that day I had gone with my brother and a friend and we were messing about as usual for a while and then we decided we would make a rope swing.
I was in contact today with a lovely lady who I shall refer to as Isabella, before I continue I would like to keep Isabella’s identity and area a secret, as the account unfolds you will no doubt understand why.
The witness herself was happy to be named, but we both decided in the interest of our Forest Friends Anonymity was probably the best route to take. I can’t thank Isabella enough for allowing me to share this moving and inspiring account with you all.
This account was kindly passed to me by Chris J. Huff writer and researcher of all thing strange who came across the story when researching accounts for his work into the paranormal accounts across the UK.
Witness Statement: I almost fell out of my chair when I read your intriguing story and the account of the “hard stand” monster at RAF Alconbury. Just tonight, my father shared with me his stories about this base and it prompted me to do the internet search that brought me to your message. I think you’ll find my father’s experiences at this air force base in the early 1970s very interesting.
He was the NCOIC of a group of 3 men and their dogs, charged with guarding bunkers within a large, fenced area. I believe that nuclear warheads were stored beneath many of these bunkers. One foggy night my father got a radio call that there was an intruder within the perimeter and shots were fired.
I would like some advice on an incident that happened earlier in the summer to me and my wife. I wanted to show you some of the photographs I took whilst we were there – I would really like to hear people’s opinions on what, if anything, they can see in them. It did not feel like we were alone that day and that’s why I took the photos. It was around 9.15 in the evening, it was a lovely summers night and I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I think it was late July, early August. We are lucky in that we have quite a lot of small woodlands in the area if you google Southrey, Lincolnshire you will see. My wife and I had been for a walk with the dog and we had parked the car just of road that heads to Bardney.
Update of an earlier report, and area check by D. Howe
I don’t have too many details for this account, and although it is quite short, the description in my opinion sounds undoubtedly like a British Bigfoot Account: The witness and her husband were visiting the Forest of Bowland, an area popular with walkers and ramblers alike.
The witness stated: I was on a rambling holiday with my husband and we wanted to walk the Dunsop Bridge Tramper Trail. It was a nice day, and ideal for walking.
An interesting sighting worthy of a second glance… Two couples who were hill walking had a terrifying experience with an odd creature, which was later described as a Vulture or Eagle man. Here is the account in the words of a man who passed on the tale.
I would like to report something that happened to me and a friend when we were fishing the lochan last month. We are two fisherman from Scotland and we were fishing for pike in a small lochan within the Loch Lomond National Park. It’s something we both enjoy doing, and we try to get outdoors whenever we can.
Witness Report C.L. : Do bigfoots hiss? I ask because of a strange experience a friend and I had one night back in 2012. We were eating a Chinese takeaway while watching the stars, on Addington Golf course which is on the outskirts of South London and borders the Kent and Surrey countryside.
So there we were, eating egg foo yung from a plastic container, chatting away enjoying the night, when suddenly we heard the most terrifying hiss! It was the worst noise I’ve ever heard in all my life, and an image instantly came to mind – you know, when a beast bares its teeth and hisses? That’s what it reminded me of, but this noise was made by something far bigger and louder than any cat.