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4 Terrifying BIGFOOT Stories That Will Give You Chills | Sasquatch Encounters, Deep Woods, Forest
Mon, 04 Nov 2024
These are 4 Terrifying BIGFOOT Stories That Will Give You Chills | Sasquatch Encounters, Deep Woods, Forest Linktree: https://linktr.ee/its_just_creepy Story Credits: ►Sent in to https://www.justcreepy.net/ Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 00:00:18 Story 1 00:13:50 Story 2 00:28:18 Story 3 00:40:50 Story 4 Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #bigfoot #sasquatch #scarystories #deepwoods 💀As always thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What is the setting of the first Bigfoot story?
I've done a lot of solo trips, but this one felt different somehow. I couldn't quite figure out why. Getting ready for these trips is always a careful process. I had my camera, lenses, extra batteries, camping gear, and enough food for a week. I double checked everything before heading into the deep woods. There was no room for mistakes out here.
Once I was sure everything was ready, I lifted my heavy pack over my shoulder, feeling the familiar weight. It made me smile, a reminder that I was ready for whatever adventure lay ahead. The forest was amazing, the air was so fresh it almost made me dizzy, and the earthy smell of moss and fallen leaves wrapped around me like a blanket. I walked for hours, soaking in the beauty of the place.
The light shifted as the sun moved higher, casting golden beams between the trees. Eventually, I found the perfect spot to set up camp, near a gentle stream that bubbled over smooth rocks. I could already tell it was going to be peaceful. I pitched my tent and set up a small fire pit, ready to spend the evening listening to the sounds of the forest.
As the sun began to sink below the horizon, I sat by the fire, eating a simple dinner. The woods around me seemed to darken quickly, the shadows stretching out like fingers. I've always loved the quiet of the wilderness at night, but tonight, something was different. The usual rustling of small animals and the chirping of insects. All of it faded until there was nothing but silence.
It wasn't the kind of silence that made you feel calm. No, this silence was heavy, almost like the forest was holding its breath. I shook it off, telling myself it was just my imagination. I'd been out in the woods many times, and I'd felt uneasy before. It was probably just the darkness playing tricks on me.
I crawled into my tent, zipped up the flap, and tried to get comfortable in my sleeping bag. But even as I closed my eyes, the strange stillness kept me on edge. I don't know how long I'd been lying there, half awake, when I heard it. A howl, low, deep, and so far off it almost didn't sound real. My eyes snapped open, and I held my breath, listening.
The sound echoed through the trees, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It wasn't like any animal I'd heard before. It wasn't a wolf or a coyote. It was something else. Something that made my stomach twist with fear. I told myself it could be anything. Maybe just the wind or some animal I didn't know. But deep down, I knew that wasn't it.
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Chapter 2: What eerie sounds are heard in the forest?
The howl came again, a bit closer this time, and I felt my heart start to pound. i sat up peering out through the small mesh window of my tent i could smell a strong musty odor like a wet dog times ten the forest was pitch black the fire now just a pile of glowing embers i could see nothing beyond the dim light they cast Another howl, this one even closer, echoed through the woods.
It was deep, almost like it was vibrating through the ground. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. I wasn't used to feeling scared out here. the forest was my home away from home but right now it felt different like i was somewhere i didn't belong i stayed awake for hours listening waiting but the howls eventually stopped replaced by that same heavy silence
it was almost worse not knowing if whatever made that sound was still out there hidden in the dark i didn't sleep much that night every creak of a branch or rustle of leaves made me tense up my ears straining to catch the slightest noise Whatever was out there, I had the feeling it wasn't just passing through.
And as I lay there, staring up at the dark ceiling of my tent, I couldn't shake the sense that I was being watched. The howls from last night were still fresh in my mind as I crawled out of my tent in the early morning light. The sun barely peeked over the treetops, and everything around me looked washed out and gray.
Chapter 3: What happens when the protagonist feels watched?
I tried to convince myself that what I heard had been nothing more than my imagination or some strange animal call. But even as I packed up my gear for the day, the memory of that deep echoing sound made my hands shake. I spent the morning hiking through the woods, trying to focus on capturing the beauty of the forest with my camera.
I photographed the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the dewdrops glistening on ferns, and even a curious squirrel that scampered close enough for a picture. But no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest. It was like something was watching me, just out of sight, hiding in the shadows between the trees.
By the time the sun started to dip again, I was back at my camp. the quiet of the forest was heavy almost like it had been last night the stream nearby bubbled softly but even that sound seemed muted as if the whole forest was holding its breath i tried to distract myself by making dinner beans and rice nothing fancy but my eyes kept darting to the tree line
Every shadow seemed to move, every flicker of light made me jump. As night fell, I built up the fire, hoping the flickering flames would chase away my fear. I sat close to it, feeling the warmth on my face, but that strange silence returned. The usual noises of the forest, the chirps, the rustles, the soft scurrying of small animals, all seemed to vanish again.
I couldn't help but feel like the forest itself was warning me. Then, just like the night before, I heard it. Footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and close. My heart skipped a beat, and I grabbed my flashlight, flicking it on with trembling fingers. The beam cut through the darkness, but all I could see were the trees and shadows. The footsteps continued, slow and steady, circling my camp.
They were close enough that I could feel the vibrations in the ground. I shined the light around frantically, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was out there. For a split second I saw something, a flash of movement at the edge of the light. My breath caught in my throat as I saw eyes glowing like embers, staring at me from the darkness.
They were large, higher up than they should have been for any normal animal, and they were watching me. Panic gripped me. I didn't know what to do. I called out my voice shaky. Who's there? There was no answer, just the heavy footsteps continuing to circle. I stood up, the flashlight beam bouncing wildly as I turned in every direction, trying to keep the creature in sight.
But it stayed just out of reach, always at the edge, always in the shadows. the night felt endless i stayed by the fire clutching the flashlight until my hand ached every time i thought the footsteps had stopped they would start again slow and deliberate as if to remind me that i wasn't alone My eyes burned from exhaustion, but I couldn't sleep. I was too afraid to even close my eyes.
By the time dawn finally broke, the footsteps had faded away, leaving only the heavy silence behind. I stepped out of my tent, my whole body aching from tension and lack of sleep. The first thing I saw were the tracks. Huge footprints pressed deep into the ground circling my camp. Claw marks gouged into the nearby trees, marks that were far too big to belong to any animal I knew.
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Chapter 4: What terrifying encounter occurs at the ravine?
I stumbled, my foot slipping on the edge of a steep ravine I hadn't seen in my panic. I fell hard, the world spinning around me as I tumbled down the slope. I hit the ground with a thud, the air knocked out of my lungs. For a moment, everything was a blur of pain and dizziness. I struggled to my feet, my whole body aching. The ravine was deep, and I was lucky I hadn't broken anything.
But I didn't have time to think about that. I looked up, my eyes widening as I saw the shadowy bigfoot figure standing at the edge of the ravine, its glowing eyes locked on me. It was huge, at least nine feet tall, its fur dark and matted. It let out a roar that echoed through the forest, a sound so deep and powerful that it shook me to my core. But then, to my surprise, it stopped.
It stood there, staring down at me, its eyes burning like embers. For a moment, it was as if we were locked in a silent standoff. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breaths coming in shaky gasps. The creature let out a deep, rumbling growl, then slowly stepped back, disappearing into the shadows of the forest. There was an intense, musty smell after that, made my eyes water.
I didn't wait to see if it would change its mind. I turned and ran again, my legs barely holding me up as I scrambled away from the ravine. My car wasn't far now. I could see the edge of the forest, the glint of sunlight reflecting off the metal. I stumbled towards it, my heart pounding with desperation.
i reached the car fumbling with the keys as my hands shook i threw open the door jumped in and slammed it shut behind me my breaths came in ragged gasps as i started the engine my eyes darting to the tree line half expecting to see those glowing eyes again but the forest was still the shadows deep and quiet I drove away, my hands gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.
The road blurred beneath me as I sped away, the forest slowly fading into the distance. The terror lingered, a heavy weight in my chest. I knew I had escaped, but I also knew that I would never forget what I had seen. Some places, I realized, were meant to stay wild and untouched, places that guarded their secrets with a primal, terrifying force. And I had been lucky to get away.
I don't plan on going into those woods again. The Appalachian Mountains were beautiful, no doubt about that. When the sun set behind those tall peaks, everything seemed to glow in shades of orange and pink. It almost made me forget how eerie the forest could be when the night settled in. Almost.
i was jake just a college kid spending my summer working as a camp counselor it was my job tonight to keep watch while everyone else slept in their cabins i took the night watch shift because well i wanted to prove i could handle it plus it was kind of boring to sit around the campfire all the time I thought it might be nice to have some quiet out in the woods, just me and my flashlight.
Boy, was I wrong. The first hour was fine. I walked around the edge of the camp, my flashlight swinging side to side, making the trees look like dark, shifting giants. I could hear the crickets singing, and sometimes an owl would hoot in the distance.
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Chapter 5: How does the protagonist escape the creature?
suddenly i heard branches snapping again this time louder closer the footsteps were following me my breathing quickened and i forced myself to move faster almost tripping over roots and rocks in my rush i could feel the eyes on me watching waiting whatever it was it was out there and it was getting closer
The silence of the night had turned into something threatening, something that made my skin crawl. I knew I had to make it back to the cabin, but fear was like a weight on my shoulders, slowing me down. I could hear the breathing again, the heavy, deep breaths of something that didn't belong here.
I took one last look over my shoulder, and in the moonlight, I saw the shadows shift, something moving between the trees. i didn't wait to see more i turned and ran the sounds of snapping branches and heavy footsteps following me as i sprinted towards the cabin my heart pounding fear driving me forward whatever was out there i knew one thing for sure this night was far from over I ran.
I ran like I never had before, my feet pounding against the dirt, my flashlight bouncing in my hand. The shadows around me seemed to come alive, shifting and twisting with every step I took. My heart was hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else. I didn't care if I tripped or if I lost my way, I just had to get away from whatever was out there.
the footsteps behind me were getting louder and i could feel the panic rising in my chest each thud was heavier more deliberate like whoever or whatever was chasing me knew exactly where i was going my lungs burned as i gasped for air my eyes darting around trying to make out anything in the darkness that would give me a clue about where to go I had to get to the ranger station.
That was my only chance. I turned off the main path, crashing into the underbrush. Branches tore at my arms and face, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I could still hear it behind me, the snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves. I knew it was close, too close.
a howl echoed through the forest a deep chilling sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end it was like nothing i had ever heard before angry hungry and not human my legs felt like they were moving through water the fear pulling me down making every step harder I stumbled down a small hill, my feet sliding on the loose dirt.
For a moment, I thought I was going to fall, but I managed to catch myself, barely keeping my balance. I could hear the creature getting closer, its breathing ragged and deep, like it was savoring the chase. I didn't dare look back. I was too scared of what I might see. I spotted the outline of the ranger station through the trees, the small building barely visible in the darkness.
My chest tightened with hope, and I pushed myself harder, forcing my legs to move faster. I burst out of the trees and onto the clearing in front of the station. My fingers fumbled with the door handle, and for a heart-stopping moment, I thought it was locked. But then it gave way and I threw myself inside, slamming the door shut behind me.
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Chapter 6: What happens after reaching the ranger station?
I wanted to tell them not to go, that it was too dangerous, but the words caught in my throat. The door creaked open, and the rangers slipped outside, leaving me alone in the station. The silence was deafening. I could hear my own breathing, shallow and quick, and the distant rustling of leaves outside.
I moved closer to the table, my eyes darting around the room, looking for anything I could use to protect myself. My gaze landed on a flare gun, half buried under a pile of papers. I grabbed it, my fingers tightening around the handle. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. The minutes felt like hours. I strained to hear any sound from outside. Voices, footsteps, anything.
But all I heard was the wind. Then, out of nowhere, there was a deep, guttural growl. It was close. Too close. My stomach twisted with fear, and I backed up until I hit the wall. The flare gun clutched tightly in my hands. The window shattered. Glass sprayed across the room, and I ducked, covering my head. When I looked up, I saw it. The creature.
Its glowing eyes staring right at me through the broken window. Its lips curled back, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth, and it let out a low, menacing growl. I could feel the fear gripping me, freezing me in place. I knew I had to move, had to do something, but my body wouldn't listen. The creature lunged, its massive arm reaching through the window, claws scraping against the floor.
I raised the flare gun, my hands trembling so badly I could barely aim. I pulled the trigger, and the flare shot out, a bright blinding light filling the room. The creature let out a roar, jerking back, its eyes squinting against the sudden brightness. I didn't wait to see what would happen next. I turned and ran, throwing myself through the door at the back of the station.
I could hear the creature's enraged growls behind me, the sound of it tearing at the walls. I stumbled out into the night, my legs barely able to carry me. The woods were dark, the trees looming like shadows, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I had to keep moving.
in the distance i saw more headlights more rangers arriving i waved my arms shouting my voice hoarse the truck skidded to a stop and the rangers jumped out their flashlights cutting through the darkness one of them grabbed me pulling me behind the truck as the others moved towards the station their weapons raised
I collapsed against the side of the truck, my whole body trembling, tears streaming down my face. I could hear the creature's roars, the shouts of the rangers, but it all felt distant, like it was happening to someone else. I was alive, but I knew this wasn't over. That thing was still out there and it wasn't going to stop, not until it got what it wanted, and somehow I knew that something was me.
The hike up the Rocky Mountains was tough, but we didn't care. We were too excited to be out here, far away from everything, just us and the wild. The air smelled of pine, and the sky was so clear that you could almost reach out and touch the clouds. I remember looking over at Kyle, who had the biggest grin on his face, like a kid on Christmas morning.
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Chapter 7: What final confrontation occurs with the creature?
The fire didn't seem as warm, and the darkness around us felt thicker, like it was pressing in. We eventually crawled into our tents, but sleep didn't come easy. Every time I closed my eyes I heard that noise again, echoing in my head. I kept telling myself it was nothing, but the unease stuck with me. The next day, we kept moving, deeper into the mountains. The forest felt different, though.
The usual sounds of birds and insects were gone, replaced by this heavy silence that made my skin crawl. Trevor swore he saw something, a large shadow moving between the trees, but he quickly laughed it off, saying he must have imagined it. I wanted to believe him, but the way his eyes kept darting back to the woods told me he wasn't so sure.
By the time we set up camp again that night, I think we were all on edge, even if no one wanted to admit it. The laughter from the night before was gone, replaced by forced smiles and nervous glances. When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, we gathered around the fire again, but it didn't feel the same. The shadows seemed longer, darker, and the forest felt like it was watching us.
Then, just as the fire started to die down, we heard it again. That same guttural growl, but this time, it was closer. Much closer. Kyle's face went pale, and even Doug, who'd been so confident before, looked worried. I felt my heart start to pound, and I could see the fear in everyone's eyes. We were not alone. Something was out there, watching us, and it was getting closer.
By the third day, we knew something was very wrong. The forest was way too quiet and that strange feeling of being watched never went away. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made me jump. It felt like the woods had eyes and they were locked on us. We tried to stay calm, but we couldn't ignore the tension that hung over us. No one was laughing anymore.
We all just wanted to get out of there. That morning, we found them, the footprints. They were huge, way bigger than any bear print I'd ever seen. The tracks were deep, like whatever made them was heavy, and they circled our camp like it had been watching us all night. Matt knelt down, his face serious. He ran his fingers along the edge of the print, his eyes narrowing.
"'This isn't a bear,' he said quietly." No one argued with him. We all knew he was right. Panic started to set in. We packed up our gear as fast as we could, not even bothering to eat breakfast. I could feel my heart racing, my hands trembling as I rolled up my sleeping bag. I kept glancing over my shoulder, half expecting to see something staring back at me from the trees.
Matt took charge, telling us we needed to head back to the trailhead. No one argued. We just wanted to leave. As we started hiking back, the feeling of being watched only got worse. The forest seemed to close in around us, the trees pressing closer, the shadows darker.
i kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye dark shapes that seemed to move just as i turned my head trevor was walking next to me and i could tell he felt it too he kept glancing around his face pale his eyes wide do you see that he whispered at one point
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