STORY SUBMISSIONS & FIRSTHAND ACCOUNTS

circa 1990

Hillsboro, WV

Late one night, a loud crash outside woke me up. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a gun and a flashlight, running to the door that was just in the other room. I poked my head out and yelled, “You better get outta here!” Since we had been having problems with people stealing gas, I assumed they had come by again.

I heard something big moving by the house, so I shone the light in that direction and about dropped everything when I saw what it was: a big, hairy reddish-thing covered in dirt and leaves. Its face was dark, but I could tell that it didn’t have as much hair on it, almost like a gorilla. Once it saw that I saw it, it flung itself up on two legs with a deep grunt and ran away. I tried finding it again with the light, but it almost seemed to vanish into thin air.

Confused, and honestly a little scared, I…