Let’s take a look at the story of the flat woods monster and what it could possible be. Unsurprisingly, the area around Flatwoods West Virginia is known for UFO sighings and other high strangeness.
Cryptozoology News shared a story from a lady remembering back to her childhood on a day out with her sister who saw something she has never forgotten.
PORTUGAL — A woman in Portugal claims she and her sister saw two Neanderthals. The 83-year-old Serra da Strela resident told Cryptozoology News she and her sister were caring for a herd of cows when they spotted the two “primitive men”. “I was 5 years old and my sister was 8. We were in a remote area in the Serra da Estrela when we saw two naked men speaking a totally strange language,” she said about the 1939 alleged encounter. “Then we saw them entering a cave.”
The following day, she explains, they decided to check out the cave with their sheep dog. “But when we reached the cave our dog didn’t want to go in. He kept growling and my sister wanted to go back. We could smell smoke that appeared to come from inside the cave.”
Later that day, she reports that when they told their father about the incident he became angry. “He told us he already knew about the existence of these people. He said they were the original peoples who survived in a few numbers and were still living in a primitive state. I remember him saying that there were only about half a dozen individuals left.” The “wild people”, as the woman referred to, were described as being naked and had a yellow skin color.
In 2015, a man in North Carolina reported to have seen a 10-feet-tall Neanderthal.
Neandertals were a species of humans believed to have gone extinct about 40,000 years ago. Some people, such as a state trooper from Washington who claimed to feed ape-like animals many refer to as Bigfoot, believe the cryptid could be some sort of “primitive human species”.
Serra da Strela, the highest mountain range in Portugal, is known for their Vodafone ski resort.
Werewolf Journal, part 12
Area- Sirhowy Forest, near Crosskeys Wales
Weather- Clear, dry with scattered cloud cover
Start time- 11.00 hrs – 13.00 hrs
Today’s visit will be to Sirhowy Forest near Crosskeys in Wales. I left Reading at around 09.15 am and arrived in Crosskeys at 10.45 am. I started walking up the road towards Sirhowy Forest at 10.50 am and after a good 5 minutes I reached the first Public Footpath that leads into the Forest, which led me up a 70 meter or more incline to the top of a very steep slope.
When I reached the top I sat down for a cup of coffee and some sandwiches after I sat down on a tree stump, after about 15 to 20 minutes the Birds stopped singing and sure enough the whole area was quiet, at this point I had a strong urge to keep looking to my right, and this was when I heard a very deep throated growl that came from my left, which had me turning left and almost jumping with fright trying to see where the growl had come from.
I repeated to myself the mantra of ‘I’m only here to look, observe and research I’m not here to hurt or steal any food’. I kept looking in the direction of the growl and I think I saw the side of a canine looking head peering around a tree looking at me, but I couldn’t be sure, I took some photos (Alas it seems this creature was not captured in the photo).
I left behind a ham sandwich and a sausage roll as a peace offering, just in case! and decided to move on along the footpath where my Wife and I had been earlier in the year back in February. After some time I reached an area which had some fallen trees arranged in a large rectangular enclosure of sorts, the trees had been placed end to end with an opening for something of which I was not sure to enter? Moving further along I came to the end of this stretch of the Forest where it was divided by a wire fence, but something had decided to push at least 4 trees over thus flattening and destroying the fence allowing easy passage in between the next section of the Forest and the one section I was standing in.
After walking around this area for several minutes I decided to call it a day and walk back to the car.
PS: Before I stared out, I did my usual mantra of ‘I’m not here to harm or hurt or take your food etc’ I’ve recently started a new mantra of ‘I’m here and I come in friendship so if you want to find me, come along’. Now give it 15 to 20 minutes it seems to me they will come along and find you, how and why they can do this, I have no idea.
Area- Hampstead Norreys Wood
Weather- Dry but overcast
Start- 12.10hrs – 13.05hrs
Today I decided to search a new area of a stretch of woods that runs parallel with the M4 Motorway. This area is called Hampstead Norreys Wood (Not the actual Village of the same name), I’d seen a structure of sorts when I drove back from south Wales about a week ago along the M4, so I thought I’d make that point of interest and go and have a look.
It took me about 50 minutes to find the wood and a place to park, I got set up and went off on my walk. I walked into the wood and almost straight away I noticed this location was a place of some sort of activity, not sure which type of Cryptid had made the signs, but it had bent over trees, den like structures and something I’d never seen before, trees placed on the ground at angles to each other or placed alongside each other either with ferns growing over the tree trunks or actually placed on top literally covering the whole area, this happened in at least two locations in the wood , but I’m not sure if this is natural or deliberate? This kind of feature actually stood out and something that impressed me!
Start- 13.52hrs – 14.50hrs
After spending nearly an hour in Hampstead Norreys Wood I drove over to Nuney Green and decided to search an area I had not been to since December 2016, here I actually got a photo of what to me looks like a Werewolf sticking a part of its head out at the top of a tree, this thing was inside a den back in 2016. Anyway when I got there the same den was still very much intact and looked as though it was still in use, I also found a new structure as well (I took some photos of this item) But the big find of the day was some prints that were about a size 14, I’m a size 11, the prints had a stride of about 46 inches, and a big pile of natural waste. The prints looked fresh but I looked around hoping to get a look of the creature that made them, alas I couldn’t see or find the culprit in question. Overall it was a good day, it seems like my furry friends are back but are more elusive than ever.
I was chatting with one of my friends who also has an interest in the weird and the wonderful and we were discussing that not only do we get face to face accounts of creatures that come in and the figures that are seen but also the amount of Growls and Howls that get reported across the UK by ordinary people just going about their day, Unexplained Screams, Whoops, Howls and Growls some reported as Screeches or Blood Curdling Groans, my friend went on to tell me his experiences with something unseen that growled at him and his Mother, here is his account in his own words: Me and my mum went on holiday to Devon in the early 90’s possibly around 95 at the time we were on a trip to the Devonshire Coast and one evening we went to visit my Auntie and Uncle and my Cousins as they were staying in another holiday camp not too far away. I remember it was getting a bit late and we knew the entertainment planned by the holiday park for that evening was pretty much the same that we had seen at our camp the previous nights and we decided to go back as we were both hungry and we could get some food on our way back to the camp we were staying at.
Hoping you’re well
I believe we share a couple of common denominators.
One is Dominic Campion who is a long time great friend and the other being the extraordinary and fascinating interest in the hairy man, Woodwose, Bigfoot etc.
I’m not one for shooting my mouth off, or to exploit or take advantage of a situation or even abuse artistic licence that no doubt we’ve both and many more have witnessed and seen over the years. But now after approx 6 years I think I’m confident enough to share my experience or should I say experiences without being judged or ridiculed which is the main reason I’ve kept quiet for so long. It was only by chance that I actually opened up to Dominic in the first place. This only came about after Dom had in April 2017 posted trail cam footage of a deer close to his home on Facebook. I left a comment referring to him searching for Sasquatch in that area and the rest is history as they say. To find out that one of my best mates was and is into the whole concept of the existence a large bipedal hominid roaming our earth was a major relief to me. I’ve always believed ever since watching the famous Patterson Gimlin footage way back when. But to actually think of the possibility of ‘some…..thing’ living on our shores is mind blowing and never ever really crossed my mind until my two encounters.
One of the Witnesses to the British Bigfoot/Wildman has today made a video of his account in Epping Forest in 1974. NE Wildman Research had an experience back then with a friend when they were fishing in the Blackweir pond area. Known to locals as The Lost Pond or even The Suicide Pond it is an eerie place to be in the daytime, let alone at night with only a pocket knife for protection.
NE Wildman Research: The Lost Ponds is a strange place at the best of times, I have been to that area so many times as a boy with my friends, we would fish late or just play as boys do coming home when we were hungry, there was a weird feeling to this place even in the day but this night it got weirder still. The lost pond is in the area of Loughton Camp within Epping Forest, one of the old Hill forts from ancient times.
The proper name for the water source was the Blackweir Pond, but it was known to us locals as the Lost Pond because it is hidden away in the middle of the forest in a hard location to get into and it is not visible to any passers by, there are large trees and bushes all around it, so that’s how it got its name but not its reputation. Even the pond itself has an eerie feel It was strange circular-ish pond where we used to fish at night for carp. I say strange because it had a local and well told reputation at school as the suicide pond, it always feel dark and solemn when your there to be honest, and its said normal sane individuals would inexplicably be overcome with grief or sadness and throw themselves into the waters and drown themselves for no reason, well that was the local story at least, but we were not deterred from fishing as it was a good little spot, quiet and out of the way. Not many people fished it other than us so it was always a place we would head too, there and “the gravels” were our two favourite spots.
A Lady contacted me through Facebook and she shared her story about a strange animal she encountered whilst out walking the dog.
Witness Account: In the early 1990’s I rented part of a large house in the Costwolds in the vicinity of Meon Hill. The house was surrounded by private land and farmland and it afforded me the opportunity to walk my dogs wherever I wanted for as long as I wanted without seeing another soul.
One day I had not long left the house and passed from a mown field into a wild overgrown one when I had an overwhelming feeling that something or someone else was nearby. I stopped and my dogs ran on ahead. I scanned all around me and saw nothing, but such was the feeling of not being alone that I persisted and finally looked further afield to see a gingery head and shoulders just above the long grass.
I was chatting with Nik Hayes who has a wonderful website Quest for the invisible s Nik had a very strange experience with something he could hear, but could not see in the Lye Valley, that was shadowing him as he walked alone at night, just on Dusk. Here is Nik’s account in his own words.
I was living in the area at the time, down at Wood Farm, and myself and my then partner would often visit the woods at night. We used to go down there all the time, late at night together and we often saw orbs of light moving above the river, as well as through the wooded area, although we never experienced anything as scary as my encounter that evening when I was walking down to Cowley for band practise. It was in 1997 and I am still trying to come to terms with it to this day.
In 1997 I experienced somthing that still puzzles me. I was running a bit late for a band practise at my mates house down in Cowley (Oxford) The journey involved getting a bus down to the bottom of Cowley Road, then walking quite a distance to his house, (roughly a forty minute journey) I would sometimes walk down to his house through a nature reserve called the Lye Valley, which was a nice walk during the daytime, and I could get to my mates house in about twenty five minutes, and save the bus fare and get in a walk. There is a Brook running through this area called The Boundary Brook, and also a golf course and another nature area to the East.