Footsteps heard early in the morning until gunshots chased away what was making them file# 01529


Date:August , 1982
Kitsap county, WA
Nearest town:
Nearest road:
Wildcat Lake Rd.
hot and clear
pre dawn dark hours
The bottom of the trail leading up Green Mountain.


Description of event: It happened August of 1982, I was 8 months pregnant. We lived in a small mobile home in the woods on Wildcat lake. It was hot that evening so I had the bedroom window open. Our yard was fenced, running along the road and part of our driveway then inclosing the yard. We had an outdoor dog. Our neighbors directly behind us had a large German shepherd who barked at everything.

I woke up about 2 in the morning to heavy footsteps coming down the road. The end of the road and towards our house. The footsteps came closer and closer and were a slow pace. I remember thinking, "What the heck kind of animal was this big?"

I tried to wake my husband, but he wouldn't wake up. I was frozen in bed I was so scared. Then I could hear breathing. Heavy breathing. I kept looking at the bedroom window, praying whatever it was wouldn't come through that window. Soon the odor came. It was the most horrible smell I have ever smelled in my life. Like wet animal that had rolled in poop and garbage. The footsteps were now right even with our livingroom and continued on past our house, on down to the end of the road where some dogs started barking like crazy.

Pretty soon there was a gunshot,then another. The dogs were going absolutely crazy. Then a scream like I've never heard before came. The scream kept coming and I could still hear the footsteps now running. You could hear trees breaking, the scream coming again and again. The running footsteps going farther and farther away. I think this whole thing must have lasted about half an hour or so. The next morning I told my husband what had happened. He thought I was crazy and told our neighbor about it.

The neighbor then told us that they couldn't find their dog. I had not heard their dog bark once that night. We searched for their dog for about two hours when we heard some whimpering from under our overturned rowboat that was sitting in our yard. When we turned it over, their German shepherd was under it but would not come out. Finally, after much coaxing, it came out. The neighbors, my husband and I then went up the road to look for footprints. We didn't find any.

However when I told my younger brother about what had happened, he came out and started looking by the creek on the other side of the road. That's when we found the footprints. They straddled the creek. There were 4 clear footprints in the mud. They were coming down the creek towards our house. My brother made a plaster cast of one of the footprints. To this day I know I heard, and smelled a bigfoot. I think it was hit by gunshot that night. The screams were unforgetable.

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