Post by kaipo on Aug 25, 2019 0:43:16 GMT
When I was a teenager, I had a few experiences with some kind of creature. I'm not saying that it was an upright canine or sasquatch or really anything else because I honestly don't know what it was. I'll give the details though and you can come up with your own conclusions. All I know is whatever it was that was stalking me was massive on a scale of 8 to 9 feet tall. Perhaps there was a huge football player running around the woods near my house... I don't know. But the story still gives me the chills to this day and is the reason why I never keep my windows open at night anymore or ever open my blinds except during daytime. These events happened nearly 15 years ago when I was just a teenager.
I came from a small town in rural Northern California called Paradise. It was a beautiful, safe community where kids like myself could go out at night without fear of getting kidnapped; a place where almost everyone knew everyone else and the town was incredibly tight with a lot of local traditions. We had things like gold nugget day where we would hold a massive parade through town and celebrate that one of the largest gold nuggets found in America was discovered right there in our home town back in the 1800's. We had celebrations to remember our roots to the old apple farms that once grew all over the ridge and we would cook apple pies and sell them in the downtown park. We even filled all of main street with American flags during the 4th of July every year where on both sides of the street you would see massive flags for miles and miles. The town was a pristine, beautiful community that was nestled right in the heart of the Sierra Nevada mountains.
Unfortunately the town no longer exists as it burned down last year in a massive fire on November 8th 2018. So even if you wanted to send someone to investigate my claims, all you will find unfortunately will be ruins of a once thriving community of nearly 50,000 and endless mountains scarred by flame where forest once stood. But all the events that happened to me are true. As beautiful as the town was, I always had this dread about the forest. I lived across the dam in a suburb of Paradise called Magalia. Just behind my house was an old forest that we called dogtown. From what I know, there wasn't anything nefarious or dogman related in regards to the name but the name is as old as the town and considering my family lived there for 7 generations, the reasons for the name have been lost to time. My father used to tell me that dogtown got its name because some old lady once owned a lot of dogs in the area. Another legend has it that it was what they once called an old Native American tribe that once lived in the region. There were other stories as well but honestly, I don't give any of them merit because the honest truth is that it's just a name.
Those woods always gave me the creeps. I'm not sure why honestly... probably the legends the school children used to tell each other about how teenagers died on the road once by seeing something they shouldn't have seen and it deformed all their faces (Learned later in life this never happened XD). But even after I got a car, I didn't like driving the long way through dogtown unless I had too during day or night. I never drove the road at night, I was always too afraid to do so. Near Dogtown there was once a river that had been turned into an artificial lake by a dam. There aren't any houses or anything there, just the water and the dam... but it's a perfect spot for anything to live if they need food, water and shelter from the environment due to the thick, tall canopy of trees. The backyard of my house led to this forest and the town in general was built in the forest itself which led to an abundance of wild creatures from bears to mountain lions and deer always walking around our house.
When I was around 15 or 16 I started playing video games fairly late on my computer during the summer... and when I say late I mean like 2 or 3 in the morning sometimes. I was pretty addicted to one game in particular and stayed up hours playing it. Unfortunately, nearly my entire life I've always had this curse of choosing the only bedroom in the house that for some reason the air conditioning doesn't get to through the vents. I now live in Florida and I have the same issue with this new house... it's a wicked curse. In California this wasn't too much of an issue at night because the nights were always so wonderfully cool. I would just leave my bedroom window open and the cool air would come right in. I had been doing this for a while with no problems and didn't see any need to close my window when I went to bed. That is until one night when I began to hear it.
I'm going to guess it was around 1 or 2 in the morning that night and I had only gone to bed shortly prior. I was already mostly asleep when I heard a really weird noise that woke me. It was like a screaming yowling that was like the mixture of a screaming baby and that of a cat. Now I've heard mountain lions my entire life and I know they can sound like screaming women and make all sorts of strange noises. This wasn't like that. It's very hard to explain the sound but the closest sound I can say was that of a dying cat/child thing. At first, I just felt it was annoying and assumed that it was just some stupid cat having sex down the street. But the sound kept getting louder and louder as whatever it was walked down the street toward my house. Finally, I got annoyed and creeped out enough to where I closed my window and quickly fell asleep. I didn't think of it the next day because it wasn't that big of a deal. That is until it came back the second night... and the night after that... again and again repeating always between midnight and 3 am.
The first week this happened it only annoyed me. But after about 2 weeks of this creature constantly walking down my road at the same time every night screaming its head off and always heading toward my house, I started not to like it at all. I tried peering into the darkness to see if I could see anything in the street but I never could. I couldn't make out any figures or shadows in the darkness and I never got to see what it was that was making those yowling noises. The part that freaked me out the most was that every night it would come to as close to the area across the street from my house and that is where it would stop. I felt like it was watching me and I had no idea what it was and my young mind was going wild with thoughts of crazy demon cat creatures trying to eat me through my window. So eventually I just stopped opening my window. I kept it closed and soon after the issues stopped as well.
It had been about 3 weeks after that and I had no problems at all. I no longer heard the sounds and I was no longer hiding in the darkness trying to find out whatever it was that was terrorizing my neighborhood. I had asked my parents if they ever heard anything but since they took sleeping medications, they never woke up to anything at all... so I was completely alone with my knowledge of what was happening at night. Eventually my fear subsided and I forgot about the screaming beast thing because I hadn't heard it in such a long time. And then things totally got a lot stranger and freakier.
My bed was located against the window in my bedroom with the head located directly underneath it. When I would sleep, the window would be located right above my head. One night... for whatever reason... I left my window open again. I'm not sure what woke me up that night but I don't remember hearing anything. In fact, it was completely silent both inside the house and outside. I just remember waking up and looking up and seeing nothing be darkness. Usually some light of the moon, stars and lights from the neighbor's porches would come through my window a bit but this time there was just absolutely nothing... just pitch black. I was still mostly asleep at this point and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. That is when it hit me what I had just seen and I jumped up out of my bed faster than I ever had before and was looking right at the window terrified. I couldn't really make it out, but what I did see was a massive shadow covering the side of the window where my head was that was quickly moving to the right out of view. I thought I was just dreaming but then our motion sensor light turned on and I knew someone had been watching me in my sleep.
I ran and woke up my dad and he grabbed the gun. He ran outside of the house but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all. My dad thought I had just imagined it and didn't really believe me but I know what I saw. It was a massive silhouette of a man shaped creature that was so tall it went all the way to the top of my window and even a tad bit higher. I couldn't see its face; I couldn't see if it had a muzzle or if it was flat because it was so dark. I couldn't see if it had a tail or ears... hell, I couldn't even tell if this thing was a man or if I saw big foot or dogman. All I know is that someone very very tall WAS absolutely right there watching me while I was sleeping only a mere foot away from my face. I never opened my window at night again and to this day I always keep my blinds closed and windows closed at night even though I live in the suburbs of a city now.
That wasn't the end however. Although I never heard the yowling outside my window again and I never did see another creature peering through my bedroom window (because I kept my blinds and window closed), I did experience more later on. I think it was about a few months later that I was hanging out with my friend outside the front of my house in our driveway. My parents weren't home and so it was just me and her and it was about 10 or 11 pm at night. She and I both heard the screech nearby from the woods and it freaked us both out which is when she decided it was a good time for her to go home. At this point I was home alone... again... in my kitchen. The kitchen is set up as an open floor plan into the living and dining room area and a HUGE floor to ceiling sliding glass door in the dining room was clearly visible from the kitchen. I called my friend on her phone to chat with her while she drove home (This was during a time when driving and talking was legal still) and that is when a MASSIVE bang slammed against the back-sliding glass door of my dining room. I jumped maybe a foot off the ground and dropped the phone as I spun to look at the door. I couldn't see anything because the only lights that were on were the inside house lights, not the back-porch light. I dropped to the floor completely terrified at this point. It literally sounded like someone drop kicked my back door.
I picked up my phone and I told my friend what had happened as I was going to try and see what it was. Just as I was raising my head to see if I could see anything, an even larger slam hit my front door this time. This is how I know it wasn't just some owl or some deer accidentally running into the window. It first happened on the back door and then whatever it was had ran to the front and then pounded on my front door as well. I was beyond scared at this point and ran to my bathroom and locked myself in there until my parents came home. Anyway, those are the scariest events that happened to me while I was there. I didn't see anything and for all I know I was pranked or was being stalked by some really tall guy. I know this story is probably a lot more disappointing than you thought it would be and you were hoping for actual visual sighting or something more than just something pounding on my doors and windows and screaming at me. But honestly these events freaked me out a lot, enough that I’ve changed my behavior even to this day where I’m now 31. Thanks for reading my story.
I came from a small town in rural Northern California called Paradise. It was a beautiful, safe community where kids like myself could go out at night without fear of getting kidnapped; a place where almost everyone knew everyone else and the town was incredibly tight with a lot of local traditions. We had things like gold nugget day where we would hold a massive parade through town and celebrate that one of the largest gold nuggets found in America was discovered right there in our home town back in the 1800's. We had celebrations to remember our roots to the old apple farms that once grew all over the ridge and we would cook apple pies and sell them in the downtown park. We even filled all of main street with American flags during the 4th of July every year where on both sides of the street you would see massive flags for miles and miles. The town was a pristine, beautiful community that was nestled right in the heart of the Sierra Nevada mountains.
Unfortunately the town no longer exists as it burned down last year in a massive fire on November 8th 2018. So even if you wanted to send someone to investigate my claims, all you will find unfortunately will be ruins of a once thriving community of nearly 50,000 and endless mountains scarred by flame where forest once stood. But all the events that happened to me are true. As beautiful as the town was, I always had this dread about the forest. I lived across the dam in a suburb of Paradise called Magalia. Just behind my house was an old forest that we called dogtown. From what I know, there wasn't anything nefarious or dogman related in regards to the name but the name is as old as the town and considering my family lived there for 7 generations, the reasons for the name have been lost to time. My father used to tell me that dogtown got its name because some old lady once owned a lot of dogs in the area. Another legend has it that it was what they once called an old Native American tribe that once lived in the region. There were other stories as well but honestly, I don't give any of them merit because the honest truth is that it's just a name.
Those woods always gave me the creeps. I'm not sure why honestly... probably the legends the school children used to tell each other about how teenagers died on the road once by seeing something they shouldn't have seen and it deformed all their faces (Learned later in life this never happened XD). But even after I got a car, I didn't like driving the long way through dogtown unless I had too during day or night. I never drove the road at night, I was always too afraid to do so. Near Dogtown there was once a river that had been turned into an artificial lake by a dam. There aren't any houses or anything there, just the water and the dam... but it's a perfect spot for anything to live if they need food, water and shelter from the environment due to the thick, tall canopy of trees. The backyard of my house led to this forest and the town in general was built in the forest itself which led to an abundance of wild creatures from bears to mountain lions and deer always walking around our house.
When I was around 15 or 16 I started playing video games fairly late on my computer during the summer... and when I say late I mean like 2 or 3 in the morning sometimes. I was pretty addicted to one game in particular and stayed up hours playing it. Unfortunately, nearly my entire life I've always had this curse of choosing the only bedroom in the house that for some reason the air conditioning doesn't get to through the vents. I now live in Florida and I have the same issue with this new house... it's a wicked curse. In California this wasn't too much of an issue at night because the nights were always so wonderfully cool. I would just leave my bedroom window open and the cool air would come right in. I had been doing this for a while with no problems and didn't see any need to close my window when I went to bed. That is until one night when I began to hear it.
I'm going to guess it was around 1 or 2 in the morning that night and I had only gone to bed shortly prior. I was already mostly asleep when I heard a really weird noise that woke me. It was like a screaming yowling that was like the mixture of a screaming baby and that of a cat. Now I've heard mountain lions my entire life and I know they can sound like screaming women and make all sorts of strange noises. This wasn't like that. It's very hard to explain the sound but the closest sound I can say was that of a dying cat/child thing. At first, I just felt it was annoying and assumed that it was just some stupid cat having sex down the street. But the sound kept getting louder and louder as whatever it was walked down the street toward my house. Finally, I got annoyed and creeped out enough to where I closed my window and quickly fell asleep. I didn't think of it the next day because it wasn't that big of a deal. That is until it came back the second night... and the night after that... again and again repeating always between midnight and 3 am.
The first week this happened it only annoyed me. But after about 2 weeks of this creature constantly walking down my road at the same time every night screaming its head off and always heading toward my house, I started not to like it at all. I tried peering into the darkness to see if I could see anything in the street but I never could. I couldn't make out any figures or shadows in the darkness and I never got to see what it was that was making those yowling noises. The part that freaked me out the most was that every night it would come to as close to the area across the street from my house and that is where it would stop. I felt like it was watching me and I had no idea what it was and my young mind was going wild with thoughts of crazy demon cat creatures trying to eat me through my window. So eventually I just stopped opening my window. I kept it closed and soon after the issues stopped as well.
It had been about 3 weeks after that and I had no problems at all. I no longer heard the sounds and I was no longer hiding in the darkness trying to find out whatever it was that was terrorizing my neighborhood. I had asked my parents if they ever heard anything but since they took sleeping medications, they never woke up to anything at all... so I was completely alone with my knowledge of what was happening at night. Eventually my fear subsided and I forgot about the screaming beast thing because I hadn't heard it in such a long time. And then things totally got a lot stranger and freakier.
My bed was located against the window in my bedroom with the head located directly underneath it. When I would sleep, the window would be located right above my head. One night... for whatever reason... I left my window open again. I'm not sure what woke me up that night but I don't remember hearing anything. In fact, it was completely silent both inside the house and outside. I just remember waking up and looking up and seeing nothing be darkness. Usually some light of the moon, stars and lights from the neighbor's porches would come through my window a bit but this time there was just absolutely nothing... just pitch black. I was still mostly asleep at this point and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. That is when it hit me what I had just seen and I jumped up out of my bed faster than I ever had before and was looking right at the window terrified. I couldn't really make it out, but what I did see was a massive shadow covering the side of the window where my head was that was quickly moving to the right out of view. I thought I was just dreaming but then our motion sensor light turned on and I knew someone had been watching me in my sleep.
I ran and woke up my dad and he grabbed the gun. He ran outside of the house but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all. My dad thought I had just imagined it and didn't really believe me but I know what I saw. It was a massive silhouette of a man shaped creature that was so tall it went all the way to the top of my window and even a tad bit higher. I couldn't see its face; I couldn't see if it had a muzzle or if it was flat because it was so dark. I couldn't see if it had a tail or ears... hell, I couldn't even tell if this thing was a man or if I saw big foot or dogman. All I know is that someone very very tall WAS absolutely right there watching me while I was sleeping only a mere foot away from my face. I never opened my window at night again and to this day I always keep my blinds closed and windows closed at night even though I live in the suburbs of a city now.
That wasn't the end however. Although I never heard the yowling outside my window again and I never did see another creature peering through my bedroom window (because I kept my blinds and window closed), I did experience more later on. I think it was about a few months later that I was hanging out with my friend outside the front of my house in our driveway. My parents weren't home and so it was just me and her and it was about 10 or 11 pm at night. She and I both heard the screech nearby from the woods and it freaked us both out which is when she decided it was a good time for her to go home. At this point I was home alone... again... in my kitchen. The kitchen is set up as an open floor plan into the living and dining room area and a HUGE floor to ceiling sliding glass door in the dining room was clearly visible from the kitchen. I called my friend on her phone to chat with her while she drove home (This was during a time when driving and talking was legal still) and that is when a MASSIVE bang slammed against the back-sliding glass door of my dining room. I jumped maybe a foot off the ground and dropped the phone as I spun to look at the door. I couldn't see anything because the only lights that were on were the inside house lights, not the back-porch light. I dropped to the floor completely terrified at this point. It literally sounded like someone drop kicked my back door.
I picked up my phone and I told my friend what had happened as I was going to try and see what it was. Just as I was raising my head to see if I could see anything, an even larger slam hit my front door this time. This is how I know it wasn't just some owl or some deer accidentally running into the window. It first happened on the back door and then whatever it was had ran to the front and then pounded on my front door as well. I was beyond scared at this point and ran to my bathroom and locked myself in there until my parents came home. Anyway, those are the scariest events that happened to me while I was there. I didn't see anything and for all I know I was pranked or was being stalked by some really tall guy. I know this story is probably a lot more disappointing than you thought it would be and you were hoping for actual visual sighting or something more than just something pounding on my doors and windows and screaming at me. But honestly these events freaked me out a lot, enough that I’ve changed my behavior even to this day where I’m now 31. Thanks for reading my story.
