One of the first people to listen to my account and share it was a gentleman named Michael Bachman who runs a blog called Cryptozoology news. Its a blog I check in with on a weekly basis and have a catch up on all of his reports. This report happened 25 years before mine and was Thousands of miles away, and for all there are many differences, some of the sentences the lady uses and some of her comments could be my own, and many of the UK witnesses will find they too have probably spoken the same words. No matter where you are in the world or how old you are, the experience never leaves you no matter how many years pass by.
A report in Cryptozoology news stated. A woman in Ohio claims that a group of Bigfoots recurrently visited her and her family starting in 1962, keeping her captive in a cave at the age of 12.
The 55-year-old lady provided a full name, but asked to remain anonymous and to not reveal the isolated location where the incidents occurred.
“I prefer not to say where this took place specifically. No one wants an invasion of Bigfoot hunters on private lands. Let people go to the public lands of the Wayne National Forest to look for Bigfoot. People down in the hills love living where they live because it’s quiet, there’s fresh air, clean water, great conditions for raising gardens and children, and being in the thick of nature to see the wild animals up close is something they all value very much. I’d rather that people work harder on gathering the mountain of eyewitness reports and experiences that’s been hidden in the past decades in this state than to see them destroying nature,”she told Cryptozoology News.
She says she worked in the service industry for the past decade, and that she “was very active in volunteer work at schools in the area”.
Reportedly, she wasn’t the only one experiencing the encounters.
“These Creatures were witnessed in part by my parents. People do need to know that these things happened to me. It still pains me greatly but at least I can talk about it now in some part, though without anyone knowing who I am. People are absolutely cruel,” she explained.
She also said that the incidents happened “too many times to keep count of them”, and that some of the neighbors had similar experiences, including some young boys fishing by the river. These events were allegedly reported to the police.
One time, she says, “the huge one” came back to take her and her dad shot at “it” with a “12 gauge”.
“The big one that had always come to take me out of my bedroom at night, but this time he came during the daytime. Dad was about 15 ft from “it”, the shot was hitting this “thing” and every time it hit, “he’d” stomp really hard on the ground with one foot after the other! My brothers and I ran up to my bedroom because the youngest said it was higher ground for a better defense and there were more creatures over in the farmer’s drainage ditch across the road. “They” were huge too! I mean, what do you do as a kid of say 14 and you see something like that? Good thing my three brothers were there with me to help protect me. I yelled to the creatures to leave or “they” would be hurt. “They” finally left and there was a lot of day left though we were not to leave our 3 acres. My brothers wanted to go check on the neighbors to see if they were okay or needed help.”
The ditch where the “beasts” were purportedly hiding was across the road “from the neighbor’s front picture window”.
I can only imagine their horror at seeing what they were seeing wondering if they were going to die. Sure enough they looked pretty shell shocked by the time we found them,” she adds.
According to the witness, most of the neighbor’s children were hiding in the closet, while the parents “were out in the living room keeping an eye on that ditch.”
She claims the “animals” were of different sizes, male and female, but that the biggest one was a 14 ft tall male with a head the size of a “regulation basketball at least”.
His hair was long and about the same texture as mine as I recall. The hair on all of them was about the same shade of brown, like the color of the decomposed wood layer in the forest. I could see skin around his eyes that was tanned looking and where there was facial hair it was more sparse with glimpses of skin showing through that area as well. I couldn’t make out a neck. His chin was broad, his teeth were about the size of the nail on my middle finger but they were more flat and he had a mouthful of them meaning the width of his “bite” was wide. His mouth was wide enough to show most of his teeth. His eyes were dark with some white around them, less so than human eyes. They were kind with crows feet at the outer edge of them. His skin was weathered like anyone who spent much time outside, like a farmer. His shoulders were very broad though I did see his collarbone on one side which looked thick compared to a humans. He was muscular and heavily built but in no way fat. There was an adult female and others who were almost as big as the female but they didn’t seem to be young or old.? I don’t know if they were all related but they seemed like a close knit group. So, there was the adult male and female who seemed to be a couple, and the two others that seemed to have maturity and body mass suggestive that they were what we’d consider 40 something humans. Other than that I couldn’t tell what age any of them were.”
Then, the horrific kidnappings began.
Many of my memories of these creatures were so traumatic that my mind hid them from me. I’ve no idea what else I’ve experienced with them in my childhood, yet. You see, the memories are still popping up to the surface and I’ve gotta tell you it’s not a pleasant thing to know you’ve been taken innumerable times by these creatures across many hills far from your home! I’ve no idea what transpired while I was with them but each time they took me I was out all night long,” she explains.
Due to the stress, the young girl tried to sleep during the days, but her mother wasn’t happy about this.
“I was being used in a tug of war and neither side was winning. Certain people at nearby churches were told what was going on so they’d take me aside and anoint me with oil and lay hands on me, praying out loud and all I wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep from that circus! I was confined to the house for weeks not being allowed to look out any windows.”
Sometimes, she says, things were peaceful but occasionally the creatures became violent.
“I was probably around 12 when I woke up underground in a cave that was dripping water from roots I could see stretching below the ground! You can’t imagine the horror! I was screaming my lungs out and after awhile I ran out of force to make any sounds but the air kept coming out of me! I could see these creatures surrounding me as I lay there unable to move on this great slab of rock! I wanted badly to scream some more but I was just too tired to do that anymore. When I relaxed they all started smiling and laughing. I thought, okay they could’ve killed me and eaten me but they didn’t. Evidently some of them are kind but then again I’ve seen cats play with mice for hours before they kill and eat them.”
Could have this been a product of her imagination? Nightmares perhaps? She says no. She remembers everything clearly, and so does her family.
These were clearly not childhood nightmares as evidenced by the incident that took place around the time I was 12 or 13. That big, hairy male was in the field across the road from our house about 15 to 20 ft in, and Dad was standing in our front yard shooting at him. What got my notice was this pounding like a pile driver used for drilling but there was no metal sound. I kept hearing this really long, loud yelling too and finally got to where I couldn’t concentrate on my book so I yelled to anyone who was downstairs what the heck all that racket was outside and who the heck was yelling. I asked who the heck we knew that could hold a scream for that long! I recognized the shooting and asked who was shooting too. Mom asked me questions each time he–the big Bigfoot– came back to my window and took me with him. He took me with him many many times. After talking to me to get me to tell the big guy not to take me with him and that they’d told me to tell him no I wasn’t going, and that not seeming to work, she pretty much gave up asking me anything.
She did talk to Dad about how to stop this from happening, that she thought it was affecting my health and robbing us all of our sleep. There was the concern that if they did the wrong thing this creature could kill everyone in the house. Mom often wept to my older sisters about this big hairy thing that got into the chicken coop and how she needed their help to convince Dad to do something to stop this before someone got hurt. She told them not to go near me and told me not to go near them. She was quite fearful and in retrospect I can’t blame her. Dad for his part over the years at times would ask me if I thought my big hairy friend was around anywhere.”
Then the family decided to move her bed downstairs but this appeared to infuriate the beast even more.
“I remember hearing him pecking at my window upstairs but I was strictly forbidden from leaving the area for any reason. He would bang on the side of the house and Dad would yell at him to go away that he wasn’t going to see me anymore and that was that. He made these loud grunts and stomping on the ground to show his displeasure. I’d hear his thoughts in my head as if he was asking where I was,” she said.
Another time, according to the witness, she and her father were driving near the woods when they heard a strange scream.
“I was 19. We were on his front stoop talking before I left when there was this very long, very loud, deep scream like a man was getting murdered up the road in the woods! Sound did carry especially on cold nights but this has excessive volume to it and no one human could’ve ever held a full on scream that long. I thought someone was being hurt up there and he refused to call the sheriff’s office to report it. I thought my Dad had lost it.”
But she says she “called the authorities” as soon as she got home.
The things they said really made me wonder if they were scared of the woods, why were they deputies?” she remembers. “I asked if they couldn’t look for vehicle tracks or boot prints up that lane to the gate and they finally said they’d go down there the next day to check. They appreciated that I described the place and it helped them feel more at ease. They kept saying the station policy was not to go into the woods for any reason.”
The “animals” also appeared to be able to communicate by using vocal sounds and telepathically.
The sounds they made were a deep bass laughing, chortling, snickering, and sounds like someone who couldn’t pronounce words well. They communicated this way with each other and with their thoughts, just as the male did with me. I had no interaction from the younger ones and the female adult only smiled or sighed heavily while looking at me. She’d talked with the younger ones and the big male about me. She looked sad, they used their hands to motion much like when we play charades.”
The neighbors and other kids at school, she reveals, also spoke of strange occurrences and the dangers of being stigmatized for telling their stories.
“We weren’t talking about our experiences with them but we were listening to what others were having to deal with at their places with the same “creatures” that each person who experienced them gave different names to. There were no never called Bigfoot or Sasquatch but they were called “monsters” “creatures” “monkey-men” “giants” etc. We listened to what other neighbors would tell us about them because they thought no one was likely to believe kids that heard it and passed it on. The neighbors next door never spoke about their experience after the day it happened. The others were not home when it took place except the old lady living on the farm up next to the hill across the valley but she didn’t let slip with that until later. We didn’t see her that often. So, those who had experiences were being judged and laughed at by some who did not see them or have to put up with “their” behaviour.”
The woman says that she decided to tell her story because she feels that it would help others come forward too.
“So many times I’ve read authors saying they wished they knew, they wished those who knew would share what they know with the world, well, that’s why I’ve shared this. Talking about these things has not been easy. For the most part the trauma associated with these things did cause what’s called Traumatic Childhood Amnesia. I hope it brings awareness to the suffering of experiencers and witnesses and allows them to speak openly about what has happened to them. Unless we all speak the truth the world won’t know what’s been hidden and still being hidden from us. Do we want future generations to carry on living the same lie? Our world is richer and more interesting than most people could ever imagine. These are not just creatures, they are quite intelligent and resourceful enough to keep from being caught or killed,” she said.